After entering the inner room, Emperor Xiu sat down on the brocade bed, and Qin Shang turned around to make tea.

A cup of tea was presented to several tables next to the Emperor Xiu, and Qin Shang looked at the Emperor Xiu with a gaze: "I can't guess it."

Emperor Xiu picked up the teacup and sipped the tea slowly, with a casual tone: "It would be strange if you guessed it."

Qin Shang: "..." Then why did he ask him to guess?

Emperor Xiu only drank tea silently, as if he had no intention of solving his doubts.

Qin Shang was so uneasy.

"Master." He tried to speak, "Zi Xi's child was covered with the blood of the royal family."

Emperor Xiu glanced at him.

Qin Shang lowered his eyebrows and continued to speak: "Is the master who wants this child to cultivate a person in charge of Lord Jiu in the future?"

"Or otherwise do you think I am full and want a child to raise it?" Di Xiu's tone was light, obviously thinking that this question was stupid.

Qin Shang's mouth twitched, he was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "Don't your master plan to get married and have children in the future?"

If other people’s children belong to others, how can they be better than their own children?

This thought flashed through my mind, and Qin Shang couldn't help but feel nervous, and an indescribable feeling filled his heart.

The master is twenty-six, and sooner or later he will get married...

Get married and have children?

Emperor Xiu moved his eyebrows and eyes slightly, put down the teacup, relaxed his body and leaned on the brocade couch, and said lazyly: "You might as well tell me, what kind of woman do you think can be your mistress?"

Qin Shang was stunned, and unconsciously grabbed a few corners of the desk with his right hand, unable to tell what it felt.

"Subordinate..." He lowered his head, his voice a little dry, "Subordinate dare not say much."

How could he talk too much about the mistress?

Emperor Xiu stared at his lonely expression, his eyes surging slightly, and he raised his hand casually: "Come here."

Qin Shang raised his eyes, walked to the couch, and knelt down silently.

Emperor Xiu reached out to stroke his hair, his tone was plain: "I have always been indifferent, and I didn't plan to marry a strange woman for a child and put it next to me. Therefore, there is no need to have any unnecessary thoughts about the mistress of the Nine Pavilion in the future, nor do I have to worry about someone taking your place."

Qin Shang lowered his eyes and couldn't help but pursed his lips, his heart was shocked and happy, sour and astringent.

He knew that since he died that time, his master had changed a lot compared to before, and over the past few months, he has no longer been as indifferent to him as before.

But he still didn't expect that the master would be willing to explain to him and to appease his panic.

Thinking of what he did these days, Qin Shang couldn't help feeling ashamed.

He sneaked down the mountain, and the master did not blame him. When he heard the news that Jiuge was going to select the number one master in Xinshan, he thought that the master wanted to choose him, and he got angry, gave up on himself, and provoked peach blossoms randomly, and even made himself sick.

Because of his temper, the master came to Daxia in person and told him directly about teaching him martial arts. The master never wanted him, and everything was his own random thoughts.

But the master still did not blame him, and because of him, he repeatedly broke the principle of not being involved in the court. He personally took action to destroy the Daxia National Master, and solved the biggest obstacle for Chu Chen to save his father.

The owner's temper has improved a lot recently, so good that Qin Shang was flattered, and he was inevitably uneasy.
Chapter completed!