NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 126: Important Talk

Years ago, the Prime Minister's gaze fell upon the Red-haired beauty, the wife of the Royal Guard's commander. This woman, a beacon of grace and power, became the target of his twisted desires, a pawn in his sinister plan.

The Prime Minister, a master of manipulation, invited the Royal Guard's commander to his residence for a drink, a seemingly friendly gesture. As the two men shared drinks and conversation, the Prime Minister skilfully builds the trust between two, subtly drawing out the commander's personal problems.

The commander loved his wife deeply, but her inability to bear children had cast a shadow over their long marriage. After nearly two decades together, the initial disappointment of their childlessness had turned into a persistent ache. Despite their unwavering love, the longing for a child remained a constant undercurrent in their lives

Sharing his problems to the Prime Minister, the commander revealed his wife's silent sorrow. This vulnerability, though shared in confidence, became a weapon in the Prime Minister's arsenal.

He waited, biding his time, until one day the commander invited him to his mansion for drinks, offering him entry to the wave of corruption in his home. It was there, within the walls of trust, that the Prime Minister would begin his insidious plan, exploiting the commander's wife's longing and the couple's shared pain.

The Prime Minister, a master of manipulation, slipped a potent sedative into the commander's drink, a silent predator stalking its prey. As the commander succumbed to the drug's influence, the Prime Minister moved with calculated precision.

He approached the commander's wife's chamber, his knock echoing through the hushed night. "Can I come in?" he asked, his voice innocence.

Surprised and confused, she glanced towards the door, searching for her husband. "What does the Prime Minister need?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. "And where is my husband?" Her forced smile betrayed the growing unease within her.

The Prime Minister's gaze held a knowing glint as he replied, "I need to speak with you about a matter of importance. As for your husband, he's currently resting.

"Did he drink more than usual?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. She knew her husband only drank heavily when he was troubled, and a pang of worry shot through her. The thought of him being vulnerable and intoxicated filled her with unease.

The Prime Minister nodded, confirming her suspicion. She was about to leave to check on her husband when the Prime Minister intervened, "I think we should let him rest. I need to discuss a matter related to his excessive drinking."

The Prime Minister nodded, confirming her suspicion. She was about to leave to check on her husband when the Prime Minister intervened, "I think we should let him rest. I need to discuss a matter related to his excessive drinking."

Her eyes widened in realization, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What did he tell you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she met the Prime Minister's gaze.

The Prime Minister spoke, "It's about your inability to conceive. He mentioned how it upsets you, even after all these years. Seeing your distress has been troubling him as well."

He closed the distance between them, his voice low and innocent. "Can we talk about this? Perhaps I can offer some assistance."

She looked at him and asked, "What can we discuss about this matter?"

The Prime Minister walked past her and sat down. "You know, there was someone else who faced the same problem as you. I helped her back then, and now she has twins."

His eyes fixed on her. "If I'm not mistaken, you're in a similar situation. I might be able to help you, just like I helped her."

"Who are you talking about?" she asked cautiously, her tone suggesting she wasn't afraid to question anyone, even if it's the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

The Prime Minister nodded, "She was the wife of the previous Artifact Master. Sadly, he passed away shortly after the birth of their twin sons."

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She knew the wife of the previous Artifact Master, who had tragically lost her husband shortly after giving birth to twins. However, she wasn't sure if the Alchemy Master's wife was facing a similar situation.

In this cultivation world, childbirth often takes an extended period when cultivators attempt to conceive. It's not uncommon for this process to span from a year to several years. Age is merely a number to cultivators, some conceive early, others in their fifties, some in their eighties, and a few even after eons. Their long lifespans allow them to conceive at any point, but the longer they wait, the more challenging it becomes.

Noticing her reluctance, the Prime Minister gently said, "You don't have to share if you're not ready. I simply wanted to offer my assistance." As he began to rise, she stopped him.

"Wait, you already know everything, so there's no harm in discussing this. But please, don't mention it to my husband. I don't want to upset him again." Her eyes held a serious expression.

A sly smile crept across the Prime Minister's face. "I had the same thought. Let's keep this hidden, a secret between us. We'll give him a surprise he'll never forget."

A glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes as she nodded. The Prime Minister's words had given her a lifeline, a chance to overcome her despair. Yet, she remained silent, her heart heavy with doubt.

"sit down" the Prime Minister said softly. "We can work through this together." She nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude, and sat beside him. "Where should we begin?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Please, trust me. What you share with me will be kept confidential. I just want to understand your situation better. Are you experiencing the same difficulties as the late Artifact Refiner's wife?"

She nodded, "Okay, ask then."

The Prime Minister began, "How many years has it been since you've been trying to conceive a child?"

She paused, lost in thought, trying to recall the exact moment she'd first yearned for a child.