The baby-making system is unreliable

Yu Yaoli smiled and pulled her to look at the horse farm not far away. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "How about a couple of races?"

The place where they are now is actually at the very edge of the racecourse, close to the rest and viewing area.

"What kind of competition is this?! How can we have fun in Princess Zi Yu's residence?! I just wanted to show off my skills, so I picked a horse to run with."

As Ji Tingyan spoke, her eyes darkened and the light in them dimmed. Since she got married, she had never really enjoyed herself on the horse farm.

It was a rare opportunity for her, a young lady from a small family, to marry into the Prince of Jinyang's mansion. In the eyes of outsiders, she must have been very lucky in her previous life to be favored by the Prince of Jinyang.

Back then, on Jiujipo outside Yuzhou City, in a dilapidated temple nearby, she passed by there while hunting and saved Shangguan Zhe, Prince of Jinyang.

Later, Shangguan Zhe tried every possible means to find out where Ji Tingyan lived. He was determined to marry her despite the opposition of his family.

"You don't have to be so self-deprecating. Tingyan has always been very good at horse riding. Father even said that we brothers and sisters should learn a thing or two from her."

Yu Yaoli couldn't bear to see her so disappointed when he heard that. Thinking of her past experiences, he could only pick out things to praise her.

Not long after Shangguan Zhe married her, they gave birth to a daughter who was one year younger than Yun Yuqing.

The couple had a good relationship, which was a very good thing, but their youngest daughter Shangguan Qian'an died at the age of five.

This became a source of worry for her, and the relationship between the couple gradually faded. Her husband also blamed her for not giving birth to a boy, and he did not take good care of his only daughter, who died so suddenly.

But perhaps it was God's arrangement that she was given another child. She was lucky enough to have another daughter, named Shangguan Qile.

The little daughter is now just over six years old. Everyone laughs at her for being so pregnant, but she doesn't care about that. She just hopes her daughter can grow up safely.

Of course, since Ji Tingyan had been childless for many years, at the repeated urging of Princess Zi Yu, for the sake of the heirs of the Jinyang County Prince's Mansion, she arranged for her nephew to take in four or five concubines.

Today, the Prince of Jinyang's mansion is run by illegitimate sons and daughters, and the trend of favoring concubines over wives is prevalent, with no regard for the friendship of the past.

Many years ago, the Prince of Jinyang took the trouble to marry her, but now it seems like a complete joke. The relationship between husband and wife faded so quickly and so naturally.

"I didn't see your little daughter today. Qi Le must have grown up to be even prettier. I haven't seen her for several months."

Yu Yaoli asked subconsciously, knowing that she had raised her daughter very carefully and was afraid that something might go wrong again.

"I got some good fabrics a few days ago, so I said I wanted to make clothes for her. As a result, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep at night, and she caught a cold this morning."

Ji Tingyan's expression paused, and her eyes turned slightly red. She was probably worried about the child, and she had to attend Princess Zi Yu's polo match again.

"Forget it, forget it. You are bringing up something irrelevant. It's my fault for talking like that."

Yu Yaoli kept explaining. She was really a talkative person who kept bringing up things that were not relevant to the topic. It had been like this for many years.

"Tell me what fine fabrics you want, and I'll have someone send you a few pieces to make amends. These are for you and Xiao Qile."

Ji Tingyan looked at her with a mixture of laughter and tears, raised her eyes and glanced at Yun Xirou, shook her head and said, "Don't I know you? It's just that my little daughter hasn't seen outsiders for a long time, and I was afraid that she would be kept at bay. I wanted to bring her out with me..."

But it didn't work this time, which is really a pity. Every time I see a girl of Yun Xirou's age, I always think that my daughter will be as outstanding when she grows up.

"Aunt Ji, my birthday is coming soon. When the spring comes next year, Aunt Ji will bring my sister to visit more often."

Yun Xirou smiled. She hadn’t seen that girl for a long time. She was cute and smart.

"Xiao Rou'er is right. When spring comes, Auntie will bring Sister out for a stroll. I have never seen her before."

Ye Qianyao looked frivolous, and as he spoke he became more and more serious, and said, "When I get married, I will also invite my sister to sit on my bed. If I can marry a well-behaved girl, I will definitely give my sister a few big red envelopes."

Yun Xirou's cheeks turned red, she rolled her eyes fiercely and glanced at the shameless person beside her.

How can you say such things in front of your elders?! Really... It's something he can say, no one else can do such a thing.

"Pfft...Okay, okay, Brother Ye...just don't dislike the fact that my Qi Le is a girl." Ji Tingyan seemed to be amused, and spoke hesitantly, with a sore nose.

"Ahem...Okay, you youngsters, stop getting in the way. We old friends are going to have a private chat."

Yu Yaoli coughed lightly a few times, and the smile on his lips could not be hidden. Looking at the spacious horse farm in the distance, he did not restrain them.

During this wonderful time, the racecourse is mostly populated by young gentlemen who are bringing their sisters to play together, looking to see if there is another race starting over there.

For a moment, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, as if millions of drumsticks were beating the earth at the same time, or like muffled thunder rolling in.

The dense and powerful sound of hooves was like a surging tide, hitting the grassland wave after wave.

I saw a team of cavalry galloping past. They were agile and heroic, waving bright flags in their hands.

The flags fluttered in the wind, like burning flames, dancing wildly.

From afar, the flying flags look like colorful clouds, gorgeous and dazzling, which is breathtaking.