"Nezha, your cultivation has grown stronger again. When will we be able to move forward in our relationship? I'm practically becoming an old maid, and my mother is worried sick. Don't forget, our family has a throne to inherit."
Truly, there's a throne to inherit at home.
Daji, her cheeks flushed, leaned against Nezha's chest, one arm draped around him while the other roamed restlessly. Previously, Nezha had fooled her with some nonsense about how losing Primordial Yin before achieving Immortal Ascension would have significant consequences and how it would all be different afterward.
Now even King Ji had figured it out: as long as he stayed on that throne, he wouldn't ascend to immortality!
Best to quickly have a son and pass the seat down—that was the proper course of action.
Nezha, perhaps influenced by notions from his past life, wasn't planning on having children at all—not now, at least.
