The Life-Saving Medicine!

These words caused the relaxed atmosphere to suddenly freeze.

Lin Qingxue's hand holding the teacup trembled violently, tea nearly splashing out.

She lowered her head, her teeth tightly biting her lips, her originally rosy complexion instantly turning a few shades paler.

A child.

This was a topic she wanted to touch but dared not.

If they were a normal married couple, by now they would probably have shyly agreed.

But she... with this broken body of hers, her own life already on a countdown, what right did she have to nurture a new life?

Even if she did conceive, the Cold Poison would pass through the bloodline to the child, and it would likely be stillborn or die young.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue's fingers twisted tightly in her clothes, a flash of pain and gloom in her eyes.

Zhang Chen keenly sensed his wife's emotional shift.

He put down the spirit fruit in his hand, reached out to hold Lin Qingxue's cold hand, and smiled at his mother: "Mother, there's no rush for this. You know Qingxue's Cold Poison hasn't been cured yet. Having a child now would be too much of a burden on her body, and bad for the child too."

"Our top priority right now is to nurse her health back. As for grandchildren... rest assured, you'll have so many to hold your arms will ache."

Liu Yueru was stunned for a moment, then realized she had been too hasty.

She looked at her daughter-in-law's gloomy expression, felt a pang of sympathy, and quickly smoothed things over: "Right, right, Chen'er is right. Mother was confused. Health comes first, health comes first! We'll talk about this later."

Zhang Yunshan also quickly changed the subject, chatting about a recent high-rank Sea Beast in the Outer Sea.

But for the rest of the meal, Lin Qingxue's spirits remained low.

Leaving the main courtyard and walking back to the side courtyard, Lin Qingxue kept her head down, silent.

Zhang Chen didn't speak either, just quietly held her hand, slowing his pace to match hers.

Back in the room, he dismissed the servants.

Suddenly, Lin Qingxue turned around, grabbing Zhang Chen's sleeve.

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, carrying a heartbreaking, desolate beauty.

"Husband..."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Chen gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Let's have a child."

Lin Qingxue's voice trembled, but carried a resolute determination: "I know my body... might not last a few more years. You're the only son of the Zhang Family; you can't be without an heir."

"I want to, while I can still move, leave you a bloodline. Even if... even if it costs me my life, I want to try."

She was truly afraid.

Afraid that one day she would die silently in the cold night.

In this warm home, she was a burden, a useless person who only took resources and could give nothing back.

The only way she could think to repay was to give Zhang Chen a child, to continue his bloodline.

Looking at this foolish woman who made his heart ache.

Zhang Chen felt the softest part of his heart deeply touched.

He pulled Lin Qingxue into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Silly girl."

Zhang Chen sighed softly in her ear: "I won't allow you to say that about yourself. Your life is mine; without my permission, even the King of Hell can't take you away."

"As for children, we will have them, and many. But not now, and not by trading your life for them."

He loosened his embrace, cupped Lin Qingxue's cheeks with both hands, his gaze utterly serious: "Do you trust me?"

Lin Qingxue stared at him blankly, then nodded unconsciously.

"Then give me half a month."

Zhang Chen raised one finger: "In half a month, I'll give you an answer. By then, you won't be able to back out even if you want to."

He certainly didn't actually need half a month to find an antidote.

The "Physique Enhancement Pill" that could perfectly solve Lin Qingxue's constitution problem was quietly lying in his system space.

But the problem was, its origin was questionable.

If he just pulled it out now, claiming he found it on the road or that it came from the mysterious "bloodline inheritance," it would be too shocking and too suspicious.

The more precious something was, the more it needed a reasonable, arduous acquisition process to seem real and to cover up the system's existence.

So, this half a month was his self-arranged "performance time."

For the next half month, Zhang Chen became unusually busy.

He ran to Dao Seeking Peak before dawn every day, staying there all day, claiming he was pestering the Old Ancestor to use his personal connections to find a cure.

Every night when he returned to the room, he would put on an act of being utterly exhausted, yet forcing himself to comfort Lin Qingxue.

"Today the Old Ancestor contacted a Pill Dao master from the Central Continent; apparently there's hope..."

"The Old Ancestor almost got into a fight today to trade for a main ingredient..."

Watching her husband toil so hard for her, growing thinner by the day (actually Zhang Chen deliberately dieted to fake it), Lin Qingxue was both moved and pained.

Countless times she wanted to persuade Zhang Chen to give up, to say she had accepted her fate, but every time the words reached her lips, they were blocked by Zhang Chen's resolute gaze.