"I heard that you promised to give birth to eight or ten children for my Yan family?"
When Yan Gui came back that night, the first thing he said was this. Wei Yang's face flushed red. She didn't feel embarrassed when she talked to the old general, but now that Yan Gui asked her, she really felt embarrassed.
"I told you." Wei Yang raised her head confidently, "You don't want to?"
"Yeah." Yan Gui lowered his eyebrows: "But I don't want to."
Wei Yang turned her head in surprise and looked at Yan Gui, only to see that he looked calm and didn't seem to be joking.
She pursed her lips slightly, bit her lower lip with her teeth, and suppressed the emotions in her heart. She said casually: "Then who are you going to have ten or eight children with?"
Yan Gui reached out and rubbed her head, and found that she had grown taller again. She used to only reach his chest, but now she was almost up to his shoulders.
"We don't want sons, only daughters. Two or three will be fine. Having more is not good for your health." Yan Gui's voice was slightly apologetic.
Seeing Wei Yang's confused expression, he smiled and tapped her head. The smile in his eyes faded slightly, and he said thoughtfully: "It has nothing to do with you. I don't want my children and grandchildren to be like my brothers. I hope they will have many children and grandchildren and live a long life."
"But." To Wei Yang, such thoughts were against the teachings of the saints. But they also made sense. She couldn't even bear to imagine her own children getting hurt in the future, let alone letting them die.
She was confused for a moment. Which one was right
"Silly girl." Seeing that she really sat down and thought seriously, Yan Gui couldn't help but feel a little distressed and amused: "Let the children decide their affairs, and let us decide our affairs, isn't that enough?"
Yes, Wei Yang suddenly realized that it was indeed the case. She immediately felt relieved and said happily: "Then let them decide."
Yan Gui knocked on the table with his hand: "Then let's discuss our business."
Wei Yang asked curiously: "What's going on with us?"
"Our marriage." Yan Gui glanced at Wei Yang and added, "What do you think of Qiu Hou?"
Wei Yang was startled, her face flushed, and she said quickly: "I haven't reached the age of marriage yet. Besides, my mother said that girls need to be raised for a few more years before they can have children."
After he finished speaking, his face was already burning hot.
Yan Gui couldn't help laughing. Wei Yang's implication was not that she was unwilling, but that she felt that she was too young to bear children in the future. The resentment she had felt in her heart over the past few days because of the eldest prince's return to the capital was swept away.
In that case, don't blame him and that woman Su Junyao for taking advantage of the situation.
Seeing that Yan Gui didn't say anything for a long time, Wei Yang started to wonder if he was angry. She came over, squatted down and gently pushed Yan Gui's knee: "It's not that I don't want to, but my elder sister won't agree. Besides, I'm still young."
Thinking that she was still young, these things that should have been decided by her parents, now had to be discussed by a girl like her and her future husband on her own, making her feel embarrassed and sad.
Yan Gui listened to Wei Yang's soft voice and felt a little jealous. After a moment of silence, he said, "Look, you have brothers and sisters, but I only have a sick father. I am much more pitiful than you. So, can we decide our own marriage?"
Wei Yang hesitated for a moment before timidly asking, "How do I decide?"
Yan Gui put his hand on her little head and rubbed it again. "Let's get married in the autumn, and consummate the marriage in a few years when you grow up, okay?"