[Sick beauty × the murderous prince | Marriage first, love later | The male protagonist treats the female protagonist as a fairy | The female protagonist wants to have a baby but the male protagonist refuses | The male protagonist lets his brother give birth]
The night Yu Anshu married into Prince Yan's mansion, the whole capital was betting that she wouldn't survive three days.
Si Yao, the god of death, went to the battlefield at the age of sixteen, cutting people like melons. He hated two things in his life: one was his father's marriage, and the other was being touched.
But no one knew that on the wedding night, before the red candle was half burned, the bride was pressed on the wedding quilt.
The man's hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Did you just kiss me?"
Yu Anshu trembled, coughed twice, and said weakly: "Your Highness, I am sick and confused, and I have recognized the wrong person."
Si Yao stared at the end of her red eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Wrong person? Then admit it again."
There was a rumor all over the capital that King Yan was crazy. Not only did he marry a sick man, but he also doted on her as if he were an eyeball.
Until one day at the palace banquet, someone said: "Is Princess Yan unable to give birth?"
Si Yao drew his sword in front of everyone and said slowly: "This king is marrying a wife, not a tool for having children."
He turned around and began to inspect his twenty brothers one by one:
"Third brother, if your wife can give birth, please lend me one."
"Fifth brother, you have many sons, so adopting one is not too much, right?"
"Ninth brother, you have nothing to do anyway, why don't you have a baby for fun?"
Brothers: ... Are you sick?
And Yu Anshu was sitting in the palace, flipping through his storybook, and realized something:
That night, she was so excited that she kissed the God of Death, and it seemed that the kiss had caused huge trouble.