Although their family was considered wealthy in the village, they could never afford a horse in their lifetimes.
Watching Xiao Changyi lead a tall steed, Pan Shuangquan couldn’t help feeling envious.
Ever since An Jing had ruined his reputation, he had been hoping that An Jing and Changyi’s life would get worse and worse, preferably becoming destitute, to vent his anger. However, in reality, An Jing and Changyi’s life was getting better and better. Not only had An Jing become a First-class Good Citizen, but they also now had a tall horse...
He truly felt both hate and envy.
Nevertheless, despite such feelings, Pan Shuangquan had no intention of speaking with An Jing and Changyi or looking for trouble with them. He walked straight ahead with his new wife, planning to completely ignore An Jing and Changyi.
But that was his plan, not his new wife’s.
As soon as Pan Shuangquan’s new wife saw An Jing, she spoke to Pan Shuangquan with a smile—and quite loudly, clearly hoping others would overhear.
"Husband, that must be An Jing, the one you broke the engagement with. I saw her when she was conferred the title of First-class Good Citizen. She looks just , but what a pity, she can’t have children."
Pan Shuangquan’s new wife was mean and sharp-tongued, and quite average-looking. Pan Shuangquan married her because her mother and sister were able to bear sons. He hoped she would be able to give him a son too; that’s why he went through with the marriage proposal to her family.
"Seeing them riding on horses," Pan Shuangquan’s new wife continued, "they must have a good amount of Silver Coin at home. But to have Silver Coin and no son to continue the family line, sigh... Even though they could adopt a son, it’s never going to be as dear as one’s own."
Hearing his new wife speak in such a manner, Pan Shuangquan suddenly felt there was no need to hold a grudge against An Jing and Changyi. These two people wouldn’t have descendants. Even if they did, it would be through adoption, which was nothing compared to him. His new wife was already pregnant, and the firstborns of her mother and sisters were all sons. His wife was surely carrying his son!
He was going to have a son!
Thinking this, Pan Shuangquan felt he could stand even straighter than before.
"Wife, you’re right, an adopted son is never as dear as one’s own. In the future, you must bear me many more sons," Pan Shuangquan beamed, as if his new wife had already birthed him several sons.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi took in every word of Pan Shuangquan and his new wife’s conversation without missing a beat. An Jing slightly tightened her fingers interlocked with Changyi’s, sending a simple message to her husband: that she would take care of these two, and he only needed to enjoy the show.
Before the new wife could even show a coquettish expression to Pan Shuangquan, An Jing spoke up loudly: "Bear you several sons? Heh, you should just wait for her to give birth to this child first. It might turn out to be like Lin Luye, giving birth to two daughters for you."
"You!" Pan Shuangquan was utterly furious.
The new wife was also very angry and scolded, "You actually curse me to give birth to two daughters in a row, how malicious! As a First-class Good Citizen, how could you not keep a civil tongue? If it weren’t for your contributions with the grain rice, the government would never have bestowed upon you the status of First-class Good Citizen! You have no virtue at all and don’t deserve this status!"
Ignoring both of their anger, An Jing maintained her composure, "Who can guarantee that they’re carrying a son before the child is born? To say I’m cursing you to have daughters, I think that in fact, you simply can’t bear a son, so you put the blame on me."