"Why don't you call your little girlfriend over and let your mother have a look?"
At the last moment, Qing Yanjing urged her son with a teasing smile.
"Which one do you mean?"
Mu Chen lowered his voice, looking utterly pleased with himself.
Hundred Spirits King: "."
Although Qing Yanjing didn't support her Brother Feng taking concubines, she was more than happy for him to have children—the more, the better. Ideally, he'd have a whole house full of wives and concubines.
For starters, someone had to inherit the Hundred Spirits Royal Clan's lineage.
And someone had to inherit the Buddha Ancient Clan's lineage, too.
The Buddha Ancient Clan had three great Main Branches: the Qing Branch, the Mo Branch, and the Xuan Branch.
Qing Yanjing's branch had never been particularly populous; its lineage had always passed down through a single heir.
In her father's generation, there were only Qing Xuan and Qing Yanjing, two sisters. They didn't even have a single male heir to carry on the bloodline and continue the family line.
Besides, if he married the Luo God Clan Princess, the Emperor Luo Clan would also need a legitimate heir.
Think about it, then do the math. If he didn't take several wives and have eight or ten children, how could Qing Yanjing, as their grandmother, ever feel at ease?
The absolute minimum Qing Yanjing could accept was not four daughters-in-law, but six!
The more wives her son took, the better.
"You little rascal, who do you think I mean?"
Qing Yanjing shot Mu Chen an exasperated look.
Compared with his honest, upright father, this fellow was a born ladies' man.
And that was a good thing. A born ladies' man could achieve her little goal.
As she spoke, Qing Yanjing beckoned to the graceful figure nearby.
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