Concurrently Serving as the Concubine with the Powerful Minister's Brother-In-Law

Ruan Qingyi was a girl who was bought into the Lu family for a happy occasion, and she married the eldest young master of the Lu family as soon as she had hair extensions. Unexpectedly, the eldest young master died of his injuries, and the second young master of the Lu family, who had only just succeeded in taking over, assumed the responsibility of the heir to the eldest family. The man's majestic and cold eyes swept over everyone, and he called Ruan Qingyi's name: "If you give birth to a child with me, I will let you leave the house." Ruan Qingyi agreed with grievances in her mouth, and that night, she was cleaned and sent to Lu Hui Courtyard. Looking at the man's tall and strong body, she was so frightened that her legs went weak and she cried all night long. The young general had been suppressed for who knows how long. In order to complete the task as quickly as possible, Ruan Qingyi allowed him to use various methods. Since then, the red candle tent has been warm every night, and the clouds and rain have not stopped on the bed. The strange thing is that Ruan Qingyi's stomach never moved. Until one day, Ruan Qingyi accidentally found a bottle of male heirloom medicine in Lu Hui's study. * As far as Lu Hui was concerned, Ruan Qingyi was just a maid giving birth to the Lu family's heirs, and was not worthy of being on the stage. He was seriously injured on the battlefield, and the healing medicine had a contraceptive effect, but Ruan Qingyi was not qualified to know about this. Of course, he has not forgotten the heavy burden on his shoulders. When the injury is healed, he will naturally give Ruan Qingyi enough rain and dew to give her a child. Nephrite is warm and fragrant, and he gradually understands its taste by eating its marrow. But one day, Ruan Qingyi was suddenly diagnosed with pregnancy, which aroused great anger in Lu Hui's heart. He drew out his long sword and placed it across her slender neck, and said coldly and solemnly: "Should you take the initiative to kill this bitch and become my concubine, or should you die together with your adulterer?" Intention: Love has its own destiny