I Thought You Were My Dear Sister, but You Wanted to Be My Mother

Even Jiang Tingting and Xia Jiuyou had taken one. "No, I don't want one."

When Xia Jiuyou took the jade bottle, she gazed at Jiang Ming with her large, watery eyes, her feelings plain to see. Jiang Tingting was exasperated. "I thought you were my dear sister, but you want to be my mother."

She had even given Xia Jiuyou advice because she could not bear to watch anymore: if she truly liked him, she should pursue him. Jiang Tingting believed that with Xia Jiuyou's beauty, her father would fall for her.

Jiang Tingting had seen enough of the world to know how many women the young men of the Jiang Family had. Their numbers often ran into the hundreds.

Jiang Tingting had also spoken privately with Ji Ziyue and learned that things were the same in the Ji Family. Ji Ziyue's own father had more than a hundred women.

A Desolate Ancient Family was not like a sect. To produce descendants with extraordinary talent, remarkable physiques, and powerful bloodlines, many of its members were expected to grow strong, strengthen their bloodlines, and leave behind as many children as possible.

Those who lacked strength had even more reason to marry more wives and have more children, especially direct-line descendants. There were even specific rewards for having large families.

After all, a Desolate Ancient Family depended above all on the continuation of its bloodline. What if a child was born with an ancestral bloodline awakened?

So Jiang Tingting did not mind how many women her father grew close to. To be honest, the women he attracted were so exceptional that even Xia Jiuyou felt some pressure.

In the end, Duan De put away the Yellow Springs Pool.

They continued onward, once again leaving the Black Emperor to lead the way.

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