Shi Wushu went completely numb.
What?!
The legitimate son in his household wasn't his biological child?!
He waited to hear more, but Fifth Miss, who had been chattering away a moment ago, suddenly fell silent.
The suspense clawed at Shi Wushu's heart. He abandoned Shi Fan on the spot and went home to interrogate his wife.
Shi Wushu's wife was seventy-one, born in the Year of the Rooster. Shi Wushu was seventy-five this year, born in the Year of the Tiger.
His wife was in poor health. She had been bedridden and taking medicine for over six months, and was nearly at death's door when he suddenly shook her awake to question her about their legitimate son's parentage.
His wife spat a mouthful of blood onto Shi Wushu's head, then tilted her head and croaked without saying a word.
Ha! She wasn't telling. Let the old geezer stew.
Their son and daughter-in-law rushed in, saw that their father had shaken their mother to death, and had no idea what to do.
Even now, Shi Wushu still had no idea who had planted that enormous green cuckold's hat on his head.
At the Jinyang Marquis's Residence, Jian Ruonan took out a Fertility Pill.
The Fertility Pill produced eight babies in a single pregnancy. Although its effects ensured a smooth delivery, Jian Ruonan still felt that women suffered far too much.
During this time, she had experimented on cattle and discovered that as long as the bull took the Fertility Pill, the cow would still become pregnant. This avoided eight calves at once: most pregnancies produced one calf, sometimes twins, and delivery still went smoothly.
Shi Fan promised that as soon as he had a biological son, he would step down and recommend Jian Zhang to replace him as Minister of