Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1164 - 1169: Don’t Want His Children (5)

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1169: Don’t Want His Children (5)

"Ugh, it’s all her fault, too reckless!"

"Uh, sorry, I thought, uhh, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Do you want me to call the Imperial Physician..."

She stammered.

Mo Zili slowly turned his head, his pale face filled with a killing aura: "Martial Arts, Xiang Yun!"

He spoke each word deliberately: "Get over here, help me up!"

Xiang Yun quickly understood and got off the ground, not even bothering to slip on her shoes, risking her life to help Mo Zili up, hoping to redeem herself!

By this time, Mo Zili had no strength left, his entire body weight pressing on Xiang Yun’s frail shoulders, making her gasp for breath and her legs weak, nearly causing her to fall several times.

Having managed to get him back on the couch and helped him lie down, Xiang Yun once again said cautiously, "Hehe, does it still hurt now? Oh, right, I didn’t mean to hit you just now, I’m sorry..."

Mo Zili held his ribs, calmed down for a while, and gritted his teeth: "You didn’t do it on purpose? Were you sleepwalking then?"

Xiang Yun’s face soured, and she said, feeling wronged, "Why did you get so close to me? I thought you were going to, you were about to..." She stopped halfway through her sentence, suddenly realizing her slip of the tongue, her ears reddened and she quickly shut her mouth, sheepishly lowering her head!

Mo Zili was taken aback and said, "Don’t you want me to do something to you? If I really did something to you, perhaps you would have children, and your position as the Young Madam would be even more secure!"

Hearing this, Xiang Yun looked up at him, laughed and said, "You must be thirsty, look, your lips are chapped, I’ll go get you a cup of tea."

Saying this, she turned around and walked towards the round table where the cups were placed.

Mo Zili watched her retreating figure, a trace of surprise crossing his eyes.

Just now, when she looked up at him, he clearly saw disdain and mockery in her eyes, although it was only for a brief moment, but he saw it very clearly, she was—despising him, mocking him!

Why was it like this? Had she gone mad? A woman should regard her husband as her heaven; did she not wish to receive her husband’s favor, not desire to bear a son to secure her footing in the State Duke’s Mansion? What was she thinking?

Xiang Yun poured the tea and walked back with the cup in her hands. As she approached the couch, she saw Mo Zili staring intently at her, making her feel uneasy.

"Hehe, here’s the tea, do you want to get up to drink, or should I spoon-feed you?"

Mo Zili did not respond but continued to stare at her intently. After a while, he suddenly said, "The promise I made before still stands, once I’m better, I will give you a child."

Xiang Yun was startled, abruptly lifting her head to see him staring intensely at her. She quickly lowered her head to avoid his probing gaze and laughed, "Let’s talk about this later, drink your tea first!"

Mo Zili, however, had no mood for tea. Seeing her not overjoyed but rather acting dismissively, he became even more certain of his thoughts and asked coldly, "You don’t want to have children?"

Caught in her true feelings, a flicker of panic passed through Xiang Yun’s eyes. She just lowered her head, guiltily saying, "Drink your tea!"

"Heh—"

Mo Zili laughed, now he was one hundred percent clear about her intentions!

He had exerted great effort and done a lot of mental preparation, finally deciding to grace her with a child, and yet she actually did not care for it, truly, it was ironic!

He took the tea and said coldly, "Think it over. When I want to give it to you, you don’t want it, but when you want it, I might not be willing to give it to you anymore. Alright, it’s daybreak, go and get ready. The Old Madame and Madam will be here soon, just call two girls in to wait on me!"