Qi Jingyi was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hands.
"Really." Yang Baihe thought the other party didn’t believe she could bear a son, anxiously stepped forward, and grabbed Qi Jingyi’s hand, "Don’t believe me? Feel this, my buttocks have gotten so big, people say those with big buttocks can have sons, I guarantee within three years you’ll be holding two..."
Weng Ji immediately turned away, he was genuinely afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from vomiting.
Qi Jingyi also felt his skin crawl and tried to withdraw his hand, but was unsuccessful, "It’s not that I don’t believe you can give birth, what I mean is, if I divorce my wife, then my father would beat me to death, and I wouldn’t get a penny of the inheritance. Then I might even have trouble providing for my basic needs. How would you enjoy wealth and honor then? Besides, I already have an eldest son, even if you bear ten children, they would still be illegitimate. In our kind of family, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is very clear; illegitimate children have no right to inherit property and can’t live with their birth mother but have to be raised by the principal wife. Would you be willing?"
Yang Baihe quickly shook her head, of course, she was not willing. Bearing sons through hardships was meant to lead a better life, but to then have to depend on others’ favors, she didn’t dare. Yet, she still seemed somewhat unwilling to concede, "Being a concubine is fine as long as you dote on me."
"How could I bear to see you suffer?" Qi Jingyi sighed, "But you have to listen to me. It’s not only me, a man, in the house. Let me tell you, there are twelve brothers in my family, aside from the two youngest still in swaddling clothes, my tenth brother is the only one yet to marry, the one who was just with me..."
Yang Baihe instantly looked up, eyes wide with surprise, "You mean..."
"A fortune teller said he was born to marry a daughter of high destiny." Qi Jingyi’s face was all seriousness, "If you follow him, you would be the principal wife. My parents dote on him, and just in Beijing, he has two large estates. Even if more people come into the family, they would have to serve you tea and pay their respects..."
"But..." Yang Baihe instantly let go of Qi Jingyi’s hand, then coyly hesitated, "But I’m not familiar with him..."
"He’s slow to warm up to people. However, he likes plump girls, and those who are proactive and enthusiastic. Didn’t you see he kept staring at you just now?" Qi Jingyi continued to earnestly deceive, "That’s because he finds you beautiful and attractive. If you’re just a bit more passionate and forthright, he will surely not reject you, especially..." Looking around, he lowered his voice even more, "I’ll tell you a secret, he is still inexperienced with women, he hasn’t touched one yet. With a figure as good as yours, if you become his first woman, then..." he trailed off, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hmm." Yang Baihe laughed, "Thank you for being so considerate of me. I’ll go and find your tenth brother now, sleep with him first and then talk... See you later, Eighth Brother..." She said and turned to run off.
Watching Yang Baihe running off into the distance, Qi Jingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned and plunged his hand directly into the water vat in the courtyard, vigorously scrubbing it again and again. He finally exhaled deeply; he had been holding back with great difficulty just now. The smell of that woman... just thinking about it made him want to vomit.
"Wow!" Yang Ruxin, watching from behind, was utterly impressed and couldn’t help but clap in admiration, "Eighth Lord, your acting is peerless! But aunt Feng’s vat of water for washing vegetables has been spoiled by you..."