Mu Li leaned in with a wicked grin and repeated, "You want to give birth to a big, chubby boy too, right?"
"Devilish grin. Whether I want to or not has nothing to do with you!!"
"Oh! Of course it has nothing to do with me, but that body of yours is already very hard to conceive with, isn't it?"
"Don't let it come to the point where your disciples' bellies all start stirring, while you, their Master, still have no reaction for ages. If this were in an ordinary household, you'd be suffering every white eye under the sun." Mu Li used her words to provoke her.
In order to fight for the position of main palace heroine, Meng Yutong had not hesitated to suppress Duan Shuyun and the others into being maidservants.
That was how it was said, but how did that saying go again?
A mother gained status through her son!
Whoever gave birth first was Big Senior, and the weight of the eldest legitimate son or daughter was still very heavy.
Ever since she had been plowed by that Rebel Disciple Lin Heng for five days last time, Meng Yutong actually had not deliberately refined it.
But even without refining it, she could feel that power within her body draining away at flying speed, very difficult to absorb on its own.
"That formula of yours is a prescription?"
"It's not a prescription, it's an ancient method and ancient art of cultivation. In short, it can subtly and imperceptibly regulate the body, fill in the missing parts of the body, and seek the yang union of heaven and earth." Mu Li boasted of her ancient method in an occult, gods-and-ghosts sort of way.
It seemed as if it had been born especially for the lunar body.
Meng