"Back when I roamed the martial world, whenever I encountered a smooth-talking rake like you, I would have dispatched him with a casual palm strike," Daiqisi snorted, saying somewhat gloomily. "Unfortunately, I can't beat you, so I can only listen to your nonsense."
Though she spoke that way, strangely, she did not feel the slightest anger. With a silent sigh, she suddenly noticed Song Qingshu sitting there in silence, lost in thought. She could not help asking curiously, "What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy."
"I was thinking that I'm not much younger than you. Your daughter has already grown into a fine young lady, while my own children are nowhere to be found. I can't help feeling deeply moved," Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"In a sense, you're also a late bloomer. You settled down rather late too, so this is perfectly normal." Seeing the man's despondent expression, Daiqisi did not know why, but she felt a little heartache and could not help comforting him. "Besides, with so many beautiful confidantes around you now, are you afraid no one will bear you a son?"
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. "The Dragon King really knows how to comfort people. How about this? Dragon King, bear me a son."
Daiqisi's breath caught. Have I lost my mind? Why did I even think to comfort him?
"No. If I bore you a son, how could I face my dead husband? And what would I say to my daughter in the future? No, absolutely not!" Daiqisi's expression changed several times before she refused decisively.
Song Qingshu had originally wanted to say that Mr. Silver Leaf had been dead for so many years, so what was there to feel guilty about? But seeing her fierce resistance, he wisely chose not to pursue