The matriarch tries to protest

The matriarch shudders at your words. "You speak with a silver tongue, Xue Yun. But you know as well as I do what consequences such an act carries."

​"Does it?" You ask while touching the small bump on her stomach, one that resulted when she was carrying Feng Bing. "That is true. But, surely the legendary matriarch of the Phoenix Clan has countless contraceptives at her disposal? Qi-based suppression techniques to purge the womb, or rare herbal potions brewed by your sect's finest herbalists? If you truly did not wish to bear my bastard, it can be taken care of easily."

​You paused, and gazed into her eyes provocatively.

​"Unless, of course... you want to conceive," you added softly. "And would like to use my lust and your non existent helplessness as excuses?"