Jin Qianqian couldn't help but feel a secret sense of relief. 'Thank goodness my senior came with me back then.'
'If she were all alone in this perilous dynasty, she doubted she could have survived, even with her pocket dimension.'
"Then how long will you be gone this time?" Jin Qianqian asked, grabbing his hand, her heart filled with reluctance.
"I don't know for sure yet, but I'll be back as soon as I can." Ancient Wen Heng was also reluctant to leave Jin Qianqian at a time like this. He stroked her still-flat stomach and said, "It will be hard on you for a while, my dear wife. Please read more to our son."
Considering the disparity between men and women in this dynasty, both of them were hoping for a chubby little boy, so they kept referring to the baby as "our son" as if it were already a fact.
Jin Qianqian said, "In that case, I really don't want to read that obscure and difficult classical literature. Are Tang poems and Song lyrics acceptable?"
