Everyone in the residence knew the master had recently taken a mistress. The woman was like a tender willow in early spring, so fresh and delicate she looked as if a touch would make her burst with juice. The young servants in the outer courtyard said she was uninhibited in bed, giving the master a thrill unlike any he'd ever known.
When he handed her a contraceptive decoction, she coyly joked, "Wouldn't it be nice to give the marquis a child?"
He Yan's voice was as cold as ice: "If you get pregnant, have it removed at once and send her out of the residence. I will only allow my legitimate wife to bear my heirs."
It sounded like such deep devotion. When he stepped out of his study, I went to meet him, the faintest smile on my lips. "My lord, I... am pregnant..."
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