8

Two years is enough to change many things.

Among them, naturally, are my children.

The gestation period in this world has been greatly shortened. In just two years, I've given birth to seven children.

And I've disappeared from the media, almost never appearing in the opening scenes of any major outlets.

If not for the constant news of new births being released, people would have thought I was dead.

Li Qinghe thought maliciously, Shen Wu must now be nothing more than a birthing machine.

Her uterus is probably about to be dissected.

How satisfying it is.

As she thought about this, she furrowed her brows slightly.

"What's the matter?" Prince Rong's robust body was hot and scorching, pressing against her from behind, "What are you thinking? We're about to get married."

"It's nothing." Li Qinghe smiled faintly, smoothing over the worries in her heart.