The Imperial Advisor's Residence.
As night fell, the temperature plunged rapidly, and the cold wind blew with a howl.
At that moment, in the quiet corridor, Jiang Ning and Ji Mingyue walked side by side.
"Tell me, how did things suddenly become like this!" Ji Mingyue's tone was somewhat sorrowful.
Jiang Ning could not help giving a faint smile. "Don't worry."
"How can I not worry!" Ji Mingyue shook her head, then said, "I watched with my own eyes as Father's body, step by step, reached the point where the oil was spent and the lamp dried up."
As she spoke, Ji Mingyue suddenly stopped and looked at Jiang Ning.
Sensing Ji Mingyue's movement, Jiang Ning also stopped and looked at her.
"While your body is still all right! I want to bear you a child, leave you descendants."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning immediately looked at Ji Mingyue with a helpless wry smile.
"Why would you suddenly have such an idea?"
"Of the three unfilial acts, having no heir is the greatest!" Ji Mingyue said.
"That saying doesn't mean that!" Jiang Ning shook his head.
"That isn't important!" Ji Mingyue also shook her head firmly, then said, "I only know that I must leave something behind for you. I want that after ten years, a hundred years, there will still be someone to sweep your grave."
As she spoke, large teardrops rolled down from Ji Mingyue's eyes.
"Silly Girl!" Looking at Ji Mingyue with tears brimming in her eyes, Jiang Ning revealed a pained smile, then wiped away the tears rolling down her face.
He continued, "I'm still alive and perfectly well! My life is tough, too. How could I die so easily!"
"And..." Jiang Ning added, "Don't think about things like having children! Having reached my current step, even