Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 266 Does My Husband Want a Child? (Bonus Chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
consummate the marriage?

Song Yan was somewhat surprised and turned to look. Beside her, Luo Tianxuan's beautiful face was like a flower, and under the bright moonlight, her pretty face seemed to be glowing with a layer of crystal-clear jade-like light.

Her pretty face was flushed, but she remained composed.

She must have mustered up a lot of courage.

For Yu Luo Tianxuan, not being able to have a wedding ceremony with her husband was a regret. Therefore, she looked forward to consummating their marriage even more. She was her husband's legal wife, but she felt that something was missing before they consummated their marriage.

The night wind blew.

The plum blossoms swayed, petals falling from the branches, dotting the snow with crimson spots, and even the moonlight seemed to ripple.

Song Yan smiled. Could this be what they call a romantic night?
He could probably understand Luo Tianxuan's thoughts.

She was his legal wife.

However, due to her physical condition, she could not consummate her marriage, and even the number of times she met with her husband was extremely limited. She did not care whether there were other women by her side, but she could not help but feel sorry for herself. She always felt that without consummating her marriage, her position as the principal wife was somewhat illegitimate.

Having consummated the marriage... well, maybe having a child is what truly completes the union.

Perhaps mixed in with these thoughts were things like wanting to give all the best things to her husband.

"How are you feeling?" Song Yan asked slowly.

"I'm much better now. The doctor checked me, and the traces of tuberculosis have basically disappeared." Luo Tianxuan smiled. She was very happy that the illness that had tormented her for so long had completely disappeared. She was no longer the girl that everyone feared like a tiger. "I'm still a little weak."

"I have been suffering from tuberculosis for years, which has damaged my health. I need to pay more attention to recuperation in the future."

"You can't have children for a year or two, but you can consummate the marriage."

In fact, tuberculosis treatment takes a long time. Even with the most mature treatment methods in modern society, it takes at least six months depending on the severity of the symptoms, and it is not impossible for more severe cases to take up to two years.

Luo Tianxuan's case falls into the category of severe symptoms.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible to recover so quickly. It's likely that the people of this world haven't yet been exposed to the ravages of chemical drugs, and their resistance is zero. On the other hand, it's also because Luo Tianxuan herself has extremely high martial arts skills and profound internal energy.

He nodded: "Then let's consummate the marriage."

There is no such thing as rejection. She is his wife, and he is her husband. Why would he refuse?
However… a cold wind blew by, and Song Yan subconsciously pulled his clothes tighter. On this night when the temperature was unknown, consummating their marriage was not an easy thing. At least, he had to be prepared in all aspects.

The young lady of the house is about to consummate her marriage with her husband.

This is a great joy.

Gu Banxia and Kong Chan, who should have been asleep, became very excited and rushed off to boil water, making Luo Tianxuan blush.

Fortunately, the young girls were sensible; their chatter was confined to the inner quarters, and they didn't go around making a ruckus.

Before long, a wooden tub appeared in the bedroom, steam filling the entire room. Charcoal was burning, occasionally making a crackling sound, and the heat it released prevented the water in the tub from cooling down too quickly.

After preparing all that, the girls all slipped away, and it was Song Yan's job to add water and such.

With a slight smile on her face, Luo Tianxuan took off her clothes and watched as her husband brought in two buckets of hot water. She instinctively let out a soft "Ah!" and squatted down to immerse herself in the hot water. Although they were about to consummate their marriage, her shy instincts still lingered. Her delicate nose peeked out, like a little goldfish blowing bubbles, making her look rather adorable.

In comparison, Song Yan was much more normal. Under Luo Tianxuan's wide eyes, he reached out to test the water temperature and found it a bit cold, so he added some boiling water. He then took out a towel, soaked it, and wiped Luo Tianxuan's body with it.

Whether it's because martial artists at the Grandmaster level possess the ability to avoid dust or not, Luo Tianxuan's body was remarkably clean, free of any dirt or grime, and her skin was smooth and delicate, like fine jade.

As your fingertips glide across the surface, it feels like touching delicate silk.

"It should be me serving you, my lord..."

Even as she said this, she leaned back, her smooth back resting against the edge of the wooden tub, her head buried in Song Yan's arms. Perhaps feeling comfortable, her beautiful eyes narrowed. Song Yan chuckled. For a man, if given the opportunity to bathe a beautiful woman, he probably wouldn't refuse.

Like a cat, she nuzzled her head slightly in Song Yan's arms, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.
"Ms. sir..."

"what happened?"

"Do you want kids?"

"Hmm?" Song Yan raised an eyebrow.

"My body is not suitable for pregnancy right now. If my husband wants a child, you can ask Sister Banxia or Siyao. They are both fine. I don't care about such things." As she spoke, Luo Tianxuan opened her eyes and looked at Song Yan.

Wealthy families have many rules. Generally speaking, concubines cannot have children before the principal wife has given birth to an heir. Song Yan doesn't know why there is such a rule, but he guesses it might be for the smooth succession of the family line.

In a large family, the eldest son's position is extremely important.

Meanwhile, another son also held a high status—the eldest son. Even though he was born out of wedlock, he enjoyed a higher status than other sons born out of wedlock, receiving more resources and better education and upbringing. Such an eldest son born out of wedlock could, to some extent, pose a threat to the legitimate son. Gradually, a rule emerged: before the principal wife gave birth to the eldest legitimate son, concubines could not bear children… unless it was confirmed that the principal wife was infertile.

Song Yan had never paid much attention to these things, and he was caught off guard. After a moment of stunned silence, he remembered that since he and Luo Tianxuan got engaged, Luo Yuheng had sent Gu Banxia to his side, and more than half a year had passed since then.

Neither Gu Banxia nor Yang Siyao showed any signs of pregnancy.

In Luo Tianxuan's eyes, perhaps it was her husband who was concerned about this rule.

Women always tend to overthink things. Song Yan smiled and shook her head: "Don't think too much. I don't want children right now."

This is the truth.

Now it seems that his status has risen accordingly. He is no longer the illegitimate son of the Duke's mansion who can be bullied at will by the maids. He is now the Earl of Pingyang, with 20,000 troops under his command, and a governor who controls a region... But so what?

Jurchen.

Yang family.

Chu State.

The Xiongnu.

There are far too many external threats. The seemingly peaceful and tranquil life we ​​have now could be destroyed at any moment. Could it be that when that time comes, we will have to wander from place to place with our child? In Song Yan's eyes, having a child is not just a momentary desire, but a heavy responsibility. He does not plan to have a child until he is able to shoulder this responsibility.

Most importantly, he's only sixteen years old.

Having a child at sixteen?
The thought of that scene is absurd.

Luo Tianxuan smiled, but kept the matter in mind. She felt that her husband really liked children, like the two little maids, Qingyi and Caiyi, whom he doted on... She would talk to Sister Banxia about it later. Her slender jade fingers splashed water on the surface: "By the way, husband, you may be getting another concubine."

"Huh?" Song Yan tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

Could it be Zhang Yan, the eldest granddaughter of the Zhang family? Since Master Zhang brought his granddaughter over to offer a toast, one could guess the other party's intentions. However, Song Yan had no such thoughts. He was already very content with his wife Luo Tianxuan, Banxia and Siyao, and Hua Lianyue.

“It’s Fang Hai,” Luo Tianxuan explained with a smile.

"Could it be Fang Lingyue?" Song Yan asked, somewhat surprised.

He remembered very clearly that Fang Lingyue, though she had a pretty face, was a woman with no brains. She was completely fooled by a poor scholar, who swindled her out of almost all her money, house, and body.

Song Yan still remembers how this woman stopped his carriage outside the Fang family mansion and arrogantly declared: I don't like you. I already have someone I love. Give up on me.

She has the air of a proud little fairy.

This was the first time he had been looked down upon by a woman since he was granted a title and official position.

Could it be that Fang Hai still wants to match him up with Fang Lingyue? He doesn't discriminate against widows or widows, after all, these are things that women can't decide, but he refuses to be a sucker... That woman is no good, she might just be the next Song Hongtao.

"Oh? Does my husband know Fang Lingyue?" Luo Tianxuan smiled. "But she's not Fang Lingyue anymore. To be honest, Fang Lingyue is basically a taboo in the Fang family now."

"I heard that Fang Lingyue has secretly fallen for a poor scholar named Wu Ming. Wu Ming is shameless and keeps spreading rumors about him and Fang Lingyue, even saying that Fang Lingyue is pregnant with his child. Because of this, the Fang family has lost a lot of face." "He probably wants to ruin Fang Lingyue's reputation and force the Fang family to acknowledge their marriage."

"I heard that after Fang Hai found out about this, he gave Fang Lingyue a severe scolding. Fang Lingyue couldn't take it anymore and hanged herself."

Song Yan's pupils suddenly contracted: "When did this happen?"

"It's only been a few days since my husband left Ningping."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Given Fang Lingyue's personality, he simply did not believe that she would commit suicide.

I underestimated Fang Hai. He could even harm his own daughter... Perhaps, in the eyes of such aristocratic families, the family's reputation is above all else. Killing a concubine's daughter to maintain the family's century-old reputation is a worthwhile trade-off.

"What about Wu Ming?"

"I heard she was beaten to death by Fang Hai and his men... Spreading rumors and insulting a girl's reputation, she deserved to die. Besides, Fang Hai just lost his son and was forced to commit suicide by Wu Ming. It's understandable that he did something in a fit of rage. But no one is standing up for Wu Ming." After a pause, Luo Tianxuan continued, "The Fang family and our family have always had a good relationship."

"Although it's a conflict of interest, as long as it's solid, that's fine. To deepen this connection, a marriage alliance is inevitable. I heard that after Fang Lingyue died, Fang Hai chose another illegitimate daughter, I think her name is Fang Lingyu, and wanted to send her to your side."

"Why me?" Song Yan was speechless. "Tian Shu, Tian Quan, and even Tian Yang are all of marriageable age, aren't they?"

Speaking of Lingyu... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before, but I can't quite place it.

"Who knows? Maybe Fang Hai thinks you have a brighter future..."

They spoke casually, their voices serene and warm.

Before we knew it, a long time had passed.

"The water's gotten cold too."

Muttering softly, Luo Tianxuan got up, wrapped a bath towel around her slender body, and the next moment, Song Yan put his arm around her waist and lifted her out of the wooden tub, hooking his other arm around the back of her slender legs.

Her shapely calves and fair feet swayed gently in mid-air.

Where the towel couldn't cover, the skin was exposed to the air.

She instinctively curled up, her little hands unsure of what to do.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she seemed to have turned into an ostrich, burying her head in Song Yan's chest.

Before today, Luo Tianxuan had fantasized about what it would be like to consummate her marriage with her husband. After all, she was a grandmaster-level martial artist, so naturally she would be high above everyone else.

But when this moment arrived, Luo Tianxuan realized that the strength of a grandmaster-level martial artist seemed to be of no use at this time. Shyness became the only thing in her heart. She didn't even dare to open her eyes. Although a maid had brought her a book with illustrations before, and an older nanny had carefully imparted her experience, her mind was blank at this moment. All her theoretical knowledge had vanished. She didn't even know what pose she should strike later.
Are they lying face down?

Lying down?

Sideways?

Or should we sit?

I always felt that no matter what position I was in, it was all so shameful.

Fine, I'll leave everything to my husband and let him do whatever he wants.

Thinking this, Luo Tianxuan forcefully closed her eyes.

……

Pingyang City was bathed in clear blue skies.

Further north, however, dark clouds covered the sky, and snowflakes fell slowly from the sky like goose feathers.

Haixi, Jurchen.

This year has been so cold; the heavy snow has hardly stopped.

The thick tent, made of animal hides, had collapsed deeply due to the accumulated snow, and the snow outside was already knee-deep. Looking around, the entire world was a vast expanse of white, with almost no other colors to be seen. The tent was swallowed by the heavy snow; unless one was extremely close, it was impossible to detect its existence.

At this time, the Jurchens had not yet fully transitioned to a lifestyle of fishing, hunting, and farming; it was more like a combination of herding, fishing, and hunting. Without farming, they rarely settled in any one area, and without settling, they did not establish cities. The so-called Jurchen royal court was actually not much different from the Wugulun tribe. The only difference was that their tents were larger and more numerous; that was all.

Well, there are over ten thousand tents of all sizes.

Each tent holds anywhere from seven or eight people to more than ten.

In such weather, even being wrapped in animal skins would be difficult to ward off the extreme cold, so many tents were burning fires to keep warm... and then, thick smoke billowed out.

no way.

Charcoal was a luxury for the Jurchen people. In such cold weather, finding even a little firewood was extremely difficult. Although the thick smoke was pungent and coughs kept coming from the tents, no one was willing to leave.

Amidst the billowing smoke, there was one exception: the heart of the Wuji tribe, a massive tent entirely made of bear skin, symbolizing nobility, bravery, and power.

The entire Jurchen royal court was built around this tent.

This is the residence of Wanyan Guangzhi, the Great Khan of the Jurchens.

Inside the tent was a copper basin filled with burning willow charcoal, a tribute sent by Qian Yaozu. It was said that even in the prosperous Central Plains, only the wealthy and upper class were qualified to use it. When it burned, it produced no smoke and even carried a faint fragrance unique to willow wood. Wanyan Guangzhi was extremely satisfied with it.

Rumors circulated that Wanyan Guangzhi was fierce, tyrannical, cruel, and bloodthirsty, often whipping people to death with a horsewhip, and there were even outrageous accounts of him eating people alive. His appearance was also subject to much speculation, but most accounts described him as being nine feet tall, with a blue face and fangs, a bloated figure, and sharp claws.

In reality, Wanyan Guangzhi's appearance was not frightening.

Standing at around 1.78 meters tall, he was not overweight, but rather slender. His appearance was also completely unlike that of a man with a blue face, fangs, and a full beard. He had fair skin and a demeanor somewhat like a scholar from the Central Plains. It was hard to imagine how such a person could suppress the hundreds of thousands of members of the Wuji tribe and how he could subdue the leaders of various tribes, making those leaders willingly submit to him as their master.

Looking out of the tent, the heavy snow continued, and it was unclear when it would stop. In such extreme cold, who knew how many people in the tribe would die this year?

Even though Qian Yaozu sent grain, the extreme cold cannot be withstood simply by eating enough.

Perhaps next time we should have Qian Yaozu send over some cotton-padded clothes.

According to the agreement with Qian Yaozu, the envoy should have arrived at the royal court twenty days ago, but for some reason, he has not yet shown up.

Could it be that Qian Yaozu wants to break the agreement?
Thinking about the man with his buttocks sticking up high and his body crawling on the ground, Wanyan Guangzhi curled his lips in disdain. He didn't think that man had the courage to break the agreement.

Perhaps it was simply because the snow was too heavy and they were delayed on the road.

As Wanyan Guangzhi was thinking this, he saw a small black dot appear on the snow outside the tent. The dot was rapidly approaching. It was a person... Rather than walking in the snow, it was more like crawling. By using both hands and feet, the person could increase their speed slightly.

Upon reaching the tent entrance, the man shook the ground vigorously, revealing a thick layer of snow.

"Mu Chi, my dear brother, you're finally back." Wanyan Guangzhi grinned and tossed over a sheepskin bag filled with strong liquor: "Warm yourself up first."

The man named Mu Chi gulped down a large mouthful of alcohol. As the effects of the alcohol rose in his stomach, he went to the charcoal brazier and roasted himself for a while. Only then did he feel his stiff body gradually regain its vitality.

"How is the situation? Have you encountered any of the wedding envoys?" Wanyan Guangzhi asked in a deep voice. Mu Chi was the scout he had arranged.

Mu Chi's face flushed an unnatural red. Hearing this, he shook his head: "Respected Great Khan... I did not see the wedding procession, but..."

“I saw the remains of the Wugulun tribe.”

“Remains?” Wanyan Guangzhi frowned, unable to understand the meaning of the word.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Great Khan, the Wugulun tribe... has been wiped out!"

(End of this chapter)