"Speaking to those who should not be spoken to is a mistake."
As the words fell upon her ears, Yin Tingxue suddenly felt an icy chill through her limbs.
At that very moment, she almost had the illusion of a needle piercing her crown, sending a faint numbness across her body.
She panicked and hastily blurted out:
"I misspoke, I misspoke! You can't... you can't give birth..."
?
After her words landed, Zhou Yitang asked coldly:
"Are you saying that I can't?"
As she spoke, Yin Tingxue noticed the one-armed woman unconsciously straightening her back slightly, her figure graceful and alluring under the robe, making the young girl feel a pang of self-consciousness.
"No, no, I misspoke again."
Yin Tingxue clenched her hands and apologized,
"You're the one who can give birth the most..."
?
Claiming that a renunciate could give birth?
The one-armed woman nearly unsheathed her sword on the spot.
