Ji Wanrong suddenly felt a little creeped out by his frivolous words.
She said nothing, waiting with bated breath for Mo Jiecheng's next words.
But the room fell into a sudden silence, and Mo Jiecheng's breathing seemed to gradually become calmer.
Ji Wanrong then slowly climbed onto the bed, wrapped himself in quilt and rolled two times into the innermost part of the bed.
After finally closing her eyes, she felt the man's breath getting closer and closer to her.
And his hand also grabbed her wrist, clamped her wrist, and pressed it neatly to her head.
Ji Wanrong suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Mo Jiecheng's enlarged handsome face.
His pupils were dark and stained with lust, and there was a clear reflection of her in his eyes, as if he had a hook to suck her in.
"!! Mo Jiecheng, what are you doing?!"
Ji Wanrong's hands were easily restrained by him with one hand, and he was immediately unable to move.
She hurriedly stretched out her foot to kick him, but found that her feet were tightly wrapped in the quilt.
Mo Jiecheng's other hand had already grasped her slender waist through the quilt: "The queen is right, we should have a baby as soon as possible."
"Isn't this what you've always wanted to do?"
His voice was low and hoarse, he stared at her fine eyelashes, reached out and slowly pulled away the quilt on her body.
Ji Wanrong could only feel the hot skin on her waist, which suddenly came into contact with the somewhat cool air.
Then he came into contact with a big warm hand. Ji Wanrong felt the side of his waist feel hot and his body trembled slightly.
The fragrance of fir trees in Mojiecheng lingered all over her body, and there was something underneath her that made her feel panicked.
The man's strong hormones made her body feel weak.
"The turtle bastard who gave birth to you!"
Ji Wanrong felt his hands gradually move up.
She raised her head suddenly and bumped her head against Mo Jiecheng's chin.
"Mo Jie Cheng! Something is wrong with you now!"
The sudden pain caused both of them to take a deep breath.
Mo Jiecheng hissed and reached out to cover his chin.
Feeling that the force that was holding him suddenly disappeared, Ji Wanrong hurriedly reached out and put her hands on his chest, trying to distance the two of them.
"Do you remember what you said? You said you would rather die if you had a child with me! So what are you doing now?"
"You also said that you dislike me very much! I also dislike you very much, and I don't want to have a child with you!"
Ji Wanrong opened his eyes and stared at him fiercely, like a little beast with teeth and claws.
Mo Jiecheng laughed dumbly.
He reached out and held Ji Wanrong's hands against his chest, then leaned over and kissed her chin: "You are my princess, and if you don't want to have a baby with me, who do you want to have a baby with? Huh?"
His tone was a little tipsy, as if he had some alcohol.
"Do you still remember what you said? You said that if you lose the bet, you will pour water for my feet for half a month, and you will let me do whatever I want."
He spoke slowly and emphasized the word "disposal".
Ji Wanrong gritted his teeth: "That's what you said! How did I know it was this kind of treatment! Besides, it's not even the right time, so why am I the one who loses?"
"Do you think something will happen again tonight? Will there be changes in the gambling?"
Mo Jiecheng found the strap of her coat and slowly pulled it open.
Ji Wanrong's body trembled suddenly.
She hurriedly summoned the anesthetic from the space and plunged it into Mo Jiecheng's chest.
Then he raised his feet desperately.
"Bang——" sound.
Mo Jiecheng was kicked under the bed by her.
The charming atmosphere disappeared completely in an instant.
Mo Jiecheng felt his chest numb and his whole body lost consciousness, but his brain suddenly woke up, and his face suddenly turned dark.
"Ji Wanrong!" The veins on Mo Jiecheng's forehead throbbed and he slowly gritted his teeth.
Ji Wanrong didn't expect that her kick was so powerful.
She leaned over and bared her teeth towards Mo Jiecheng. The silvery white moonlight made her front teeth shine brightly: "It's not that I don't keep my promise, it's just that it's not yet noon."
"The medicinal materials in Concubine Li's tonic soup are for qi, and they are probably mixed with deer blood, which is why you are now burning with lust. When you wake up, you will thank me."
Mo Jiecheng lay on the ground and looked at Ji Wanrong's bright smile. The cold floor made his body feel calm, but his heart was still beating fast.
He knew that his brain had always been clear, so he felt something strange in his heart.
Perhaps the Queen Mother was right. No matter who he was born to, he would be born to him, and it was his duty to spread the branches and leaves of the royal family.
And although he looked down upon Ji Wanrong, Ji Wanrong was still his princess after all, and she had a face that could barely be seen, so being with Ji Wanrong would not be so difficult to accept. .
As for their children, regardless of gender, they are the legitimate sons of the palace, and he will fulfill the responsibilities of a father.
"Since you keep your promise, I will wait until noon for you to wash my feet." Mo Jiecheng's voice was cold.
Ji Wanrong was lying on the bed and found that her heart was beating very fast, but her tone was calm.
"Well, I'm willing to admit defeat. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want. But if I win, you have to agree to one condition and wash my feet for half a month."
She believed in herself and would never lose.
And she had already thought about that condition.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he snorted coldly: "You'd better be mentally prepared for how you will be dealt with by me later!"
"The king is well aware of the health of the emperor's grandmother. It is because of her gradual recovery that he held this birthday banquet. I am absolutely sure that I made this bet with you."
"Otherwise, why would I utter such arrogant words and say that I want to drink your footwashing water? Do you think I am a fool?"
Mo Jiecheng's voice came from under the bed, and his voice was still cold. Ji Wanrong could almost imagine his face when he said this.
But as soon as he finished speaking, fire suddenly filled the sky outside the house, followed by a nervous noise, as if something big had happened.
Mo Jiecheng sat up suddenly, looked at the noise outside the window, and frowned.
It can't really be...that's a coincidence, right?
Ji Wanrong also slowly climbed up from the bed, looked at the firelight outside the room, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Sure enough, there was a panicked knock on the door, and the palace maid's voice was slightly trembling.
"My lord and princess, something serious has happened. The Queen Mother is about to die!"
