Chapter 631: This is a Fertility Soup
Aunt Sev was chopping firewood while saying, "He is handsome, rich, and treats us very well."
Aunt Eigh said, "He is caring and fair, never favoring anyone. He treats everyone equally and has won my heart."
Aunt Nini said, "I like men with white hair, and he happens to have it. It's as simple as that."
Aunt Tenny said, "I have been wandering alone here, feeling very lonely. I just wanted to find someone to marry. At that time, I didn't plan on marrying your great-grandfather, but all nine of his aunts praised him, so I married him!"
Ivy: "..."
Not willing to accept it, Ivy went to ask the old great-grandmother, "Great-grandmother, why are you willing to let those nine enter the Ashford family? Isn't it good for the old great-grandfather to favor only you?"
"Not good! Too tiring!" The old great-grandmother pointed at the other nine women with a radiant face and said, "Isn't it better like this? I have nine sisters and nine subordinates. Whatever I want to do, as long as I say the word, they are immediately in place!
Besides, I voluntarily took concubines for your old great-grandfather, so he would never think of other women again. After all, he can't favor all of them at home."
Ivy: "..."
Fortunately, she had foreseen this and followed them here.
If Alexander had come alone, he would have surely been captivated by the wonderful life here and would never want to go back!
Before long, the old great-grandmother finished cooking the soup and served a bowl to Ivy and Alexander each.
After drinking the soup, both of them felt infinite vitality and a refreshed expression.
Ivy knew that this soup was a good thing and really wanted to bring some back for her children to drink. Unfortunately, she didn't have any containers to hold the soup.
So she looked around the luxurious mansion of the old great-grandfather, trying to find one or two bottles to bring some magical soup back.
Alexander thought of the purpose of his visit here and quickly asked the old great-grandfather, "Great-grandfather, I said that I want to revive the Ashford family members. Why did you throw dirt on my face?"
As soon as he said that, the old great-grandfather's face turned cold. "Why do you want to revive us? We are living so well here. Here, I can marry ten wives, but in the mortal realm, I can only live with one wife. What about the other nine wives?"
He seemed to make some sense...
But to be honest, Alexander didn't actually plan to revive the old great-grandfather. He just wanted to greet him as the eldest in the family.
"Great-grandfather, the person I want to revive is not you. It's the seven members of the Ashford family who were wrongfully killed twenty years ago: my grandfather Beckett, father Jaxon, mother Calliope, uncle Evander, aunt Lyra, and the twin siblings Jovan and Maelle. After all, they were unjustly killed back then!"
Ivy searched for a while but couldn't find any bottles, so she gave up.
Upon hearing Alexander's words, she quickly chimed in, "Yes, we only want to revive those seven. Great-grandfather, please tell us, when they were buried twenty years ago, were they cremated? And..."
"Their souls, are they here?"
"These seven people... I need to investigate thoroughly, after all, there are too many descendants, I can't remember them all!"
As the old patriarch spoke, he instructed the butler, "Butler, bring the life and death records of the Ashford family!"
The butler quickly brought a thick book, and the old patriarch carefully flipped through it.
Just then, the old patriarch served another bowl of soup.
"Ivy, come, have another bowl!"
Thinking it was another spiritual soup, Ivy didn't hesitate and started drinking.
"Oh, it's so sweet, and there are delicious things inside!" Ivy drank the soup while using a spoon to scoop out the tasty treasures inside.
The things inside were round, somewhat resembling lotus seeds, and slightly resembling beans. They were sweet and delicious.
As Ivy scooped, she counted, "One, two, three..."
Having heard that it was sweet, Alexander also wanted to taste it. The thousand-year ginseng and black turtle soup he drank earlier was simply unbearable.
Rubbing his hands together, he said, "Old patriarch, I also want to drink sweet soup."
"No!" The old patriarch rolled his eyes, "That is a fertility soup, only women can drink it. After drinking it, they will become pregnant and give birth to a child for each spoonful."
Ivy...
How many did she just count?
Not too many, not too few, exactly 18!
Is she destined to have a third child? And destined to have 18?
This old patriarch is so cunning!
Just then, the old patriarch found Beckett's page in the Ashford family's life and death records.
Excitedly, he said, "I found Beckett's life and death record, Alexander, Ivy, come and look!"
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