My Husband Is Infertile, Yet Has a House Full of Children. I Could Only Cry

My husband was injured on the battlefield and became infertile. To spare his masculine pride, my parents-in-law begged me not to tell him before they died. We told everyone I was the one who couldn't conceive. For three years, I endured scorn, and even he, who had always been so devoted to me, grew increasingly impatient. "You can't have children. You can't let the Huo family die out, can you?" Behind my back, he called me a barren hen to his good-for-nothing friends, then got a brothel girl pregnant. When she showed up at my door, belly swollen, demanding I give way to her, I smiled and welcomed her in. Later, my younger sister-in-law, who had married into a family in Jiangnan, came home for a visit and gaped at the several children running all over the estate. "Brother, you can't..."