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If only I could start over?
Xiao Cheng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, as he looked down at the young woman kneeling on his knees, feeling a choking pain in his chest.
He thought of Feng Yun.
He thought of that address, "Xiao San, brother."
She said, "Right now, all I ask for is peace, your majesty's protection, and a chance for me and my child to live."
He said, "If you keep to your place, I will not mistreat you."
What does it mean to not mistreat someone?
Feng Ying, hearing him mutter, started to cry even more.
When even consummating the marriage is a luxury, what more could she hope for?
Feng Ying cried, "When will my lord be willing to let his concubine serve in your chamber?"
Her question was straightforward, her face flushed, "I only wish to bear a son for my lord as soon as possible, to spread the branches and scatter the leaves... I ask for nothing more in this life."
Xiao Cheng's brow twitched.
He thought of Yuchu.
