Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

A woman sitting outside mending clothes slowly walked in.

It was Song Zhili.

It's just that her face is now numb and haggard, and she is no longer as pure and beautiful as before.

Although Zong Qiguang was placed under house arrest, because his lower body was paralyzed, Zong Yue still allowed palace officials to be sent to take care of him.

It's just that he doesn't want anyone but Song Zhili.

Every time he saw Song Zhili holding back his nausea and subduing himself to serve him, Zong Qiguang would automatically put Zong Yue's face on his face, and he would get the pleasure of deceiving himself and others.

"Are you deaf? You can't hear me when I call you so many times? Do you want me to cover up what's wrong with you?"

Zong Qiguang cursed and pinched Song Zhili's arm fiercely.

Song Zhili finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She ignored her nausea and pressed the filthy-stained pants hard against Zong Qiguang's mouth and nose.

"Like to abuse me? Like to torture me? Today you have a taste of it!"

"Zong Qiguang, you are no longer the emperor! Why do you still call yourself me?"

"Well -" Zong Qiguang's eyes widened and he scratched Song Zhili with both hands, almost suffocating him to death.

Song Zhili finally let go.

The deposed emperor cannot die, otherwise she will be buried with him. This is Zongyue's order.

"Bitch! Bitch!" Zong Qiguang looked embarrassed and stared at Song Zhili with red eyes.

"Zong Yue has no heir, and I am the only one who can continue the royal bloodline! I still have a chance to succeed! When the time comes, I will cut you into pieces..."

Song Zhili looked at him coldly: "Lu Zhaoyu has given birth to the prince for Zong Yue."

Zong Qiguang's voice stopped suddenly, leaving only shock: "What?"

How can it be!

There is no solution to the father's heirloom medicine!

Song Zhili looked at his desperate expression and felt the joy of revenge in her heart.

From then on, she told Zong Qiguang the news she heard about the prince every day, whether he wanted to hear it or not.

For example, the prince is so smart. He memorizes the policies of governing the country by heart at the age of three. He can write articles at the age of five. At the age of eight, he is already able to listen to the government and put forward useful insights.

The prince was also very considerate of the people. He often visited the people privately to understand the people's sentiments, and reported the people's real requests to the court, asking Zong Yue to solve them.

All the officials admire him, and the people all love him.

They are the opposite extremes from the stupid and lazy Zong Qiguang.

The more Zong Qiguang listened, the more uncomfortable he became, and he roared at Song Zhili to stop talking.

Song Zhili talked even more enthusiastically.

The two tortured each other in the small courtyard.

……

The year Cheng Xi was born was when the territory of the Sheng Kingdom was expanding, and there were more and more political affairs to deal with.

And a lot of thought needs to be put into cultivating Seung-seok.

So Cha Jiu stopped using medicine to have children for the time being, because he was afraid that he would not be able to take care of her and would neglect either party.

When Cheng Xi was five years old, political affairs gradually decreased, and Cha Jiu continued to give birth to a pair of twins.

sister and brother.

Chajiu named his sister Jingshu, and Zongyue named his younger brother Chengke.

Jingshu has a calm and quiet temperament. She usually plays with her fingers or sleeps quietly after eating. Even if he wets the bed, he will make a grunting sound in a good voice, but rarely cry.

Chengke is different.

She is noisy and clingy, and even if she falls asleep, she still wants to stay by Chajiu's side.

As soon as Cha Jiu left, he could sense it immediately and start crying without even opening his eyes.

Jingshu, who was lying aside quietly sucking her thumb, was annoyed by him, so she put the thumb of her other hand into his mouth.

The crying paused.

Chengke's eyelashes were still filled with tears, but now he was holding his sister's salty hand and sucking it was very sweet.

Zongyue looked at Chengke, frowned and thought: "Who is Chengke's temperament more like?"

Chajiu waved his hands silently: "It doesn't look like me."

Six-year-old Chengxi shook his head: "My younger brother is not like me either."

The calico cat took a step back: "Meow~"

Zongyue: "..."

……

A few more years passed, and the children gradually grew up.

Prince Chengxi was intelligent and independent himself, and after being trained by Zongyue's strict successor, he became more mature and steady.

Although he is only nine years old, he is already able to listen to government affairs before the court, remain indifferent to emotions and anger, and deal with people with ease.

Zong Yue repeatedly praised him for his talent as an emperor, but he was never arrogant, but became more stable.

On the contrary, Chengke was always criticized and punished.

But none of the criticism he received was innocent.

For example, the copybook was full of pastry crumbs without practicing a word, and he ate snacks secretly in class, and encouraged Princess Jiamin to eat snacks with him...

Today, Chengke was punished to stand outside the study again because he failed to recite the article.

Because the sun was too hot, Chengke found a shady corner to hide temporarily, but accidentally heard someone discussing him by the window.

"His Royal Highness is so powerful, why is the Second Prince so far behind?"

"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince was able to memorize the entire volume of national policy at the age of three, but now the Second Prince can't even recognize the words. It's really comparable to the deposed emperor back then."

"No wonder His Majesty loves the prince so much. Among the princes, he is the only one who can inherit the throne."

"..."

When the prince came to pick up his younger siblings from class, he found that Chengke was a little unhappy.

"What's wrong?" The prince wondered, was he being bullied in the study?

"Brother Prince." Chengke suddenly said seriously, "I want to declare war on you."

The prince was even more confused: "Why declare war?"

The four-year-old Chengke was less than half as tall as the prince, but he said solemnly: "I want to compete with you for the position of prince."

He was extremely polite.

Even if he wants to usurp his brother's crown prince position, he still respectfully addresses him as "you".

The surrounding palace people were amused by his immature and ambitious face.

The prince did not just regard these words as Chengke's childish remarks. He stopped, squatted in front of Chengke and asked seriously: "Why do you want to be the prince?"

Chengke thought for a while and said, "I want others to think I'm awesome."

In this way, no one will say that he is as useless as the deposed emperor.

The prince nodded and said: "If you want to be the prince for Shengguo and the people, I support you. If you want to prove that you are powerful, then you have to work hard for a while and prove it to me. Will rise to the challenge."

Chengke scratched his head: "How to prove it?"

The prince shook the cake crumbs in the copybook, and the sound was like snow falling in the air.

Chengke blushed a little.

Jingshu calmly patted the cake snow that fell on herself.

"First you have to finish writing the copybook." He said, "And you are not allowed to eat snacks while writing."

Chengke frowned: "Is it so difficult to be a prince?"

The prince smiled: "Yes, it is difficult to be a prince."

Chengke reluctantly agreed.

When he returned to Yongning Palace, he quickly finished his lunch, consciously climbed onto the chair with the pile of blank copybooks, and began to practice calligraphy.

Just tracing and tracing, the ink strokes were like a hypnotic charm, making him sleepier and sleepier as he wrote, and the more he wrote, the sleepier he became...

He is still holding on.

To be a prince.

He wants to be the prince!

……

Forget it, go to bed first.

With a "dong" sound, Chengke's head completely dropped on the copybook, his little mouth pouted, and he fell asleep drooling.

……

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A chapter. It will probably end tomorrow.