The man chuckled, "So mysterious, what do you want to say?"

Freya looked up at him.

"You also know the situation of my master. Over these years, she has been waiting for your master and has not married, with no children by her side. Although the Holy Rock Country is a small country, it cannot go without an heir in the future, so..."

"So her intention is for you to go and be the queen?"

Bradley continued her words.

Freya pursed her lips and did not deny, "The initial plan was like this, but now that I am married to you, in the future when you inherit the throne of the Southern Country, I will be your queen. So it is not appropriate for me to go to the Holy Rock Country to be the queen."

"Furthermore, I have no interest in the throne and do not want to be entangled in state affairs, so I refused my master's suggestion. However..."

At this point, she gently caressed her stomach, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, "My master said, if I do not inherit the queen's position, then our children will take over, so I want to ask if you are willing to do this. If you refuse, then I will explain to my master."

Bradley paused for a moment as he caressed her hair, but quickly composed himself and said, "What do you think?"

Freya sighed softly, "She is my Yara, naturally I am reluctant to let her go, but I understand the dilemma of my master, I do not want to disappoint her."

"Then let her go inherit the throne, we can have a few more children."

Bradley knew Freya's temperament, easily softened, especially towards important people around him, he could not refuse.

Queen Sally indeed sacrificed too much for her master, almost tying her life to him.

She didn't marry her whole life for the sake of her master.

With the master seriously ill and bedridden, as the most proud disciple of Warren, he should share his worries for him.

Now that Queen Sally is in trouble, how can he ignore her?

Freya was shocked, "Are you really willing to do this?"

"What choice do I have?" the man sighed, "I can't let Holy Rock country decline, fall into the hands of outsiders, and eventually go down the same path as the Southern country. Besides, children will eventually grow up and leave our side. It's better for her to become a queen in Holy Rock country than to favor some stinking kid. Let her choose freely."

This is the real daddy.

The child hasn't been born yet, but he's already thinking so far ahead.

Even starting to consider marriage in the future.

It seems that people say Yaras are their father's lovers from past lives, and this is not untrue.

"But I can't bear it. After all, this is our first child!"

It is said that a mother and Yara share a bond, if they are to be separated, it is like cutting the heart.

Moreover, after becoming pregnant with her, this child accompanied her through hardships, using strong vitality to be with her until now.

Although the child has not been born, Freya can already imagine the character of this child, she is definitely a resilient girl.

But it is only after experiencing hardships that ying can have more responsibilities, able to support a country.

Freya had to admit that no matter how many children she and Bradley have, no ying is more suitable for the position of Queen Country .

Bradley hugged her shoulders tightly and said soothingly, "Let's discuss this matter after the child is born and grows up a bit. Maybe her will be very willing to become a queen." Freya sighed deeply and replied, "Alright, let's talk about it later." "Get ready, we should leave for the banquet in Zarovia." "There's nothing much to get ready, just wear this outfit to the banquet." Freya muttered. Although her limbs were still slender, her belly had grown big, and she couldn't fit into the beautiful dresses anymore. Originally, she wanted to design a dress herself, but she had been busy recently and couldn't find the time for it. She also personally went to the mall to browse around but couldn't find anything she liked. Therefore, she did not prepare another outfit. Bradley touched her head and took out the box that had been hidden behind him, presenting it to her.

"What is this?"

The man smiled mysteriously and said, "Open it and see."

"Oh!"

Freya opened the box with a lace bow on top, removed the lid, and her eyes lit up when she saw what was inside.

"Wow, such a beautiful evening gown!"

Indeed, inside was a white lace evening gown.

Freya picked it up and was surprised to find that the waist area had been specially designed to perfectly fit around her belly, with a perfect fishtail design that was exquisite, elegant, and genuine.

It was simply stunning!

"When did you prepare this? This gown really suits me!"

Freya was reluctant to let go of the dress.

Upon receiving the invitation, preparations began immediately. Knowing that you were tired and unable to design it yourself, I sought the help of another designer to create this set of formal attire, which was just air shipped over a short while ago. Freya, upon hearing this, embraced him, pecked his thin lips, and said, "Thank you, my husband, you are so good to me." "Let's go, I'll help you change." After the man finished speaking, he carried her upstairs. Due to its corset design, it was impossible to put on alone, so Bradley had to lend a hand. When she finished changing into the formal attire and stood in front of the mirror, Freya was stunned. The white color complemented her skin, making it even more fair and luminous. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her collarbying, exuding both sensuality and purity, tempting at every turn. Not only was Bradley mesmerized, but Freya herself was also awestruck. Lost in thought, she found herself being carried back to the chair by the man and seated comfortably.

When Freya calmed down, she felt a restraint on her feet. Upon looking down, she found that Bradley had already put shoes on her. The apricot-colored soft low-heeled pregnant woman's shoes felt very comfortable on her feet, with no discomfort at all. Freya looked at this full outfit, feeling beautiful beyond recognition. She blinked her watery eyes and pecked at the man's lips ying after another, "Honey, you are spoiling me so much, you'll spoil me." Bradley narrowed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying her coquettishness. He raised his hand and pinched her face, laughing, "I'm going to spoil you to heaven, so no man can stand you anymore, and you'll belong to me alone." Freya chuckled, "Okay, so you have such a plan, then why not just turn me into a fat woman so no man will like me." "Yes, there is such a plan." Freya punched him. The man held her small hand, kissed it and said, "Good, no matter if you are fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful." "Smooth talker!"

Although that's what was said, she likes to hear his sweet talk. Especially when he tells her she is the only ying in the world. In the midst of their intimate moments, the voice of Lance came from outside, "Young Master, Madam, the private jet is ready, you can depart anytime." "Got it, we'll come over right away!" The man responded, picking up Freya and heading outside.