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Qi Yitang had mentioned it once or twice before, but it was only a fleeting interest.

If you want it today and experience the hardship of the process, you won't want it anymore when your back aches the next day.

Xie Ling put his arm around Qi Yitang's waist, lifted her up gently, and placed her on the imperial desk.

"Did your mother nag you again?"

Qi Yitang complained, "It's my elder sister! She clearly has two daughters who look exactly alike, yet she can't even give me one!"

Xie Ling couldn't help but chuckle. It might be one thing if it were someone else, but with Tangtang... probably very few mothers would feel comfortable entrusting their children to her.

"You want it that much?"

Qi Yitang's competitive spirit flared up. "I want twins too! No, I want a boy and a girl! That'll drive her crazy!"

The Xie family has a history of having twins, including both male and female twins.

But Xie Ling lowered her head, lightly rubbing her nose against the ground, "But childbirth isn't that simple. Not only is it extremely painful during delivery, but it also easily ruins your figure..."

"Would you change your mind because of this?" Qi Yitang narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Xie Ling chuckled, "Of course not."

"That settles it!"

She only gave birth once, and the pain was over after that. There's no reason why others can give birth but she, Qi Yitang, can't.

Besides, she's naturally beautiful, and her figure is one in a million; even if she loses her shape, she can get it back.

"Just tell me if you're willing to put in the effort."

[How could Wago not want to? If we keep talking, the little emperor will stand up again.]

"Of course, I'm willing a thousand times, ten thousand times." Xie Ling didn't care about the child; he just enjoyed the process of having one.

He used to have to coax his wife to get more opportunities, but now, for the sake of the children, he naturally has to make the most of these chances.

"Tangtang, what would you do if I really changed my mind?"

Qi Yitang reached out and pinched his face, pulling his handsome features apart, threatening, "If you dare to change your mind, I'll strangle you! Then you'll become the first emperor in the Xie family to be strangled to death by his wife, a disgrace that will be recorded in history!"

Two small flames burned in her eyes, making one's heart burn with warmth.

Xie Ling laughed indistinctly, then lowered her head and kissed Qi Yitang's lips.

At first it was light, like testing the water temperature, but it quickly went deeper.

Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, or like a wildfire that starts a prairie fire.

Xie Ling rested one hand on the imperial desk beside Qi Yitang, and the other hand held the back of her head, encircling her in his arms.

"Well……"

The Xuan paper was crumpled, and the characters on it blurred slightly with the movements of the two people, leaving a small, light ink stain.

Qi Yitang, breathless and dizzy from the kisses, protested, "No... I need to go back to my bedchamber... not here..."

"What difference does it make where it is?"

Xie Ling pulled her closer to his arms, then followed up with another kiss, his voice low and husky, disappearing between their lips.

"Having a child depends on the right time, place, and people. Doing it on the spot is the most suitable thing."

You're kidding me!

……

The stack of "福" (good fortune) characters on the emperor's desk, still damp with ink, was accidentally smudged, and Qi Yitang had to replace them himself.

"Tangtang, these 'Fu' characters are bestowed upon relatives and important officials; they must not be written carelessly..."

Xie Ling gently bit her earlobe. "Rewrite it."

Qi Yitang was completely confined to the small space in front of the imperial desk. Her wrist trembled as she wrote, drawing a long, twisted ink mark on the Xuan paper.

"No...no, I can't write..."

Xie Ling's palm was warm as he placed it on the back of her hand. "Good Tangtang, you can do it. You're the Empress, how could such a small matter stump you?"

"Come, let me teach you." He didn't stop, and took her hand to start writing again.

That's terrible!

Qi Yitang felt that her hand was completely out of her control. Her hand trembled, and she added an unnecessary stroke to her pen.

"Yanzhi...don't do this."

"Just a few more pages, then we'll rest." Xie Ling's voice was deep and patient, but...

The movements were precise and decisive.

He wrote with ease, each stroke steady and deliberate, but Qi Yitang found it difficult to bear; each stroke felt like a brand on her skin, both hot and itchy.

As the last stroke was completed, Qi Yitang felt as if her bones had been removed, and she leaned limply against his chest.

"Get out of my way—"

She tilted her head and glared at her, but her eyes were watery and red at the corners, showing no intimidation whatsoever; instead, they seemed to be acting coquettishly.

Xie Ling lowered his head and pecked her lips. "Tangtang is so great."

Qi Yitang was furious. If you're going to write the character "福" (fortune/blessing), then write it properly. You always make a mess of it.

If you cooperate with him again next time, he's a dog!

……

After a day of unbridled debauchery, Qi Yitang lay panting on the chaise lounge.

In fact, Qi Yitang felt that she had made great progress. From fainting the first time, to now, under someone's terrible sense of humor, she was actually able to hold on until the end, which was something to celebrate with firecrackers.

She turned over and lay on her back, looking at the red silk tassels tied on the headboard, when suddenly she remembered something.

She was different from other women; she had never had her period...

Qi Yitang wasn't in a hurry before, always thinking there was plenty of time. But they would make a fuss every now and then, and no matter what... there shouldn't be any sign of pregnancy.

Qi Yitang pursed her lips. "Yanzhi, what do you think... what if I can't get pregnant?"

Xie Ling lazily fiddled with her hair. "Then Eleventh Brother is probably going to suffer."

Ok?

Qi Yitang asked, puzzled, "What does this have to do with Xie Changqing?"

Xie Ling said slowly, "Although I have many brothers, I only have one biological younger brother. We should keep the good stuff in the family. If we don't have any children, then we can only let him have more children and then choose an outstanding one to adopt."

Qi Yitang's lips twitched. Was this a plan to make Xie Changqing a stud?

Is this how an older brother should act?

However, based on Qi Yitang's understanding of a certain brother-obsessed person, he should be very, extremely, and especially happy.

After all, this proves that he still holds a certain place in his brother's heart.