Wanyun's smile froze for a moment before she forced it to brighten again. "If you can have a child of your own, I will be genuinely happy for you."
Lu Jingxing snorted lightly, got out of bed, and left without another glance at Wanyun.
Wanyun was utterly baffled. 'What's wrong with Lu Jingxing?'
'I've already thought it through and I'm willing to compromise. Why is he the one who's unhappy?'
Wanyun dressed, got out of bed, and went to the Diligent Governance Hall. She found Lu Jingxing attending to his official duties, his expression as cold as ice.
Wanyun said, "Since you're busy, I'll head back to the Rong Mansion now."
Lu Jingxing glanced at Wanyun, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. He had, of course, considered that one day Wanyun might agree to him having a child with another woman.
It was an unavoidable matter. He was the Emperor, and he had to have an heir of his own blood.
