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Yun Kexin shook her head, lowered her gaze, and spoke in a very soft voice, "Feng Yinxiao, I'm just reminding you that many things are not as simple as they seem. After all, you spend all your time walking around the Palace and rarely stay at home, so how can you know the rights and wrongs of this matter?"
Feng Yinxiao remained silent for a long time before pulling Yun Kexin close and whispering in her ear, "Actually, I suspected her a long time ago, but I didn't investigate further out of consideration for her relationship with Mother. Now it seems I was too foolish."
"Feng Yinxiao, being loyal and righteous is good, but you must remember not to let others take advantage of you," Yun Kexin replied.
She could feel his body trembling slightly and his deep breaths, which felt particularly heavy in the dim and quiet bedroom. Then he got out of bed to light a candle—suddenly the room was bright.
"Yun Kexin, there's something I've never told you," Feng Yinxiao said as he sat back on the bed, looking at Yun Kexin with guilt. "A few years ago, my father-in-law was murdered. I later found out that he was related to the Duke of Yan's Residence and had an undeniable connection with Aunt Zhuo."
"What?" Yun Kexin's eyes widened in shock. Her gaze towards Feng Yinxiao was filled with anger and resentment; all the reproachful words gathered at her lips but ultimately only her lips moved as she turned away. Feng Yinxiao knew he was in the wrong and hurriedly pressed against Yun Kexin's back, wrapping his arms around her chest as he pleaded:
"Yun Kexin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept this from you for so long. At that time, I was worried that if you found out, you would act recklessly. Also, I feared that if you knew, you wouldn't want to marry me. Even if we did marry, facing Zhuo Min every day would make you uncomfortable... Yun Kexin, please don't be angry."
"Let go!" Yun Kexin said softly. "I don't want to hear anything right now."
With that, she broke free from his grasp and walked to the window in silence.
Feng Yinxiao grew increasingly anxious and followed her, taking a cloak from the wall to drape over Yun Kexin.
"Yun Kexin, it's cold; you can't stand here."
"You go to sleep; I want to be alone for a while," Yun Kexin said coldly.
"No, I'm not leaving. How can I let you freeze here alone? How can I sleep if you're like this..."
Feng Yinxiao stubbornly approached to hug Yun Kexin, but she nimbly avoided him and said in frustration, "If you can't sleep, just stand here. I'm going to sleep."
Yun Kexin turned and walked away, diving into bed, feeling sad and wanting to cry. The death of her father was actually related to the Duke of Yan's Residence, and Feng Yinxiao, knowing there were many doubts during this time, still chose to hide it from her, which truly broke her heart.
However, when she calmed down and thought deeply about it, she couldn't bring herself to blame him. She believed that his feelings for her were genuine and that he had no intention of deceiving her; he was just upset and unwilling to talk. She thought Feng Yinxiao would soon come back to cling to her, but after waiting for a while without any sign of him, Yun Kexin turned over in bed and found that Feng Yinxiao was still standing in the same spot, looking as helpless as a child being punished.
Yun Kexin had no choice but to get out of bed and walk over to Feng Yinxiao, saying irritably, "Why aren't you sleeping? Do I have to personally ask you?"
"Because Yun Kexin hasn't forgiven me yet..." Feng Yinxiao immediately noticed the moisture at the corners of her eyes, feeling a pang in his heart and guilt washing over him. "You haven't allowed me back to bed."
Yun Kexin was taken aback and blurted out in surprise, "You mean if I don't call you, you'll just stand here?"
Feng Yinxiao firmly nodded without offering any explanation.
Yun Kexin's heart softened a bit, but her expression and tone hadn't improved compared to before. She simply touched Feng Yinxiao's collar gently and said, "It's already late; go to sleep."
A faint smile filled Feng Yinxiao's eyes as he pretended to take Yun Kexin's hand. However, her hand felt stiff in his grip, unlike the usual softness he was accustomed to. His heart tightened; she still held resentment towards him.
For several days, both Yun Kexin and Feng Yinxiao spoke very little. On the surface, they were polite and did not argue or make noise; the household did not notice anything unusual. However, privately, he still keenly sensed the distance between them and felt a bit anxious. Due to the numerous affairs at the Palace recently, he often left early in the morning and returned late at night, sometimes only coming home after midnight. The couple always found it difficult to sit down for a proper conversation.
That night, as usual, Feng Yinxiao returned late. Worried about disturbing Yun Kexin's sleep, he entered the Study through another door to continue working and only went to bed when it was time.
A small lamp flickered as Feng Yinxiao focused intently on his work at the desk, completely unaware that Yun Kexin was approaching him with a bowl of snacks from the bedroom. "Feng Yinxiao..." Yun Kexin called softly.
Feng Yinxiao paused, thinking it was an illusion. When he looked up, a smiling face greeted him, warming his heart. He took her hand and said, "Yun Kexin, why are you still awake?"
"I've been waiting for you," Yun Kexin replied naturally, without any awkwardness, and gestured with her eyes, "This is the late-night snack I prepared for you—Crab Dumplings."
Feng Yinxiao was taken aback. He held Yun Kexin's hand and examined her closely—did this gesture mean she had forgiven him? Did she know he was not a deceitful person? He was filled with surprise and joy. He pulled her to sit on his lap—this was a position of affection, almost treating her like a child. Yun Kexin lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Yun Kexin, you’ve forgiven me, haven’t you?" Feng Yinxiao cupped her face in his hands, eagerly seeking an answer. "Please tell me."
Seeing that Yun Kexin was still shy, Feng Yinxiao playfully pressed his face against her chest and pleaded, "Yun Kexin, will you talk to me? I really made a mistake."
Unable to hold back a smile, Yun Kexin pushed Feng Yinxiao's head away gently and said, "Let's eat the late-night snack. You've stayed up so late; you must be exhausted."
Feng Yinxiao was even more surprised. He had thought Yun Kexin would list out his faults and was at a loss for how to initiate a heartfelt conversation with her. He never expected things to be so easily resolved!
He looked up at her in astonishment and asked, "You’re not angry with me anymore?"
Yun Kexin smiled enigmatically and replied, "If Feng Yinxiao doesn’t eat now, I won’t make you late-night snacks anymore."
"Hey, who wouldn’t eat?" Feng Yinxiao stretched out his long arm to grab the bowl and spoon in front of them, smiling as he said, "This is my wife's skill and thoughtfulness."
Yun Kexin's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she said, "Husband, you eat. I’ll go down now."
"You don't need to, just sit here and watch me eat."
Yun Kexin almost laughed out loud and pouted, "How can you eat like this?"
Feng Yinxiao, however, paid no attention to her words. He ate while looking at Yun Kexin, stubbornly insisting that she join him. Unable to refuse, she went along with him, and the scene felt as if the previous estrangement had never happened.
After finishing the late-night snack, Feng Yinxiao wrapped his arms around his delicate wife sitting on his lap, kissing and nibbling at her neck. Yun Kexin shyly tried to hide, saying, "Feng Yinxiao, stop it. Let's go back to the room and rest."
"Yun Kexin, you still haven't told me if you've really forgiven me," he said, his heavy breath brushing against her fragrant shoulder as he lightly sniffed her fair skin and whispered, "So, have you forgiven me?"
"If I hadn't forgiven you, why would I be doing all this?" Yun Kexin said resentfully as she lowered her head, looking at Black Head who was eagerly buried in her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Feng Yinxiao, we are husband and wife; there’s nothing we can’t resolve or misunderstandings we can’t clear up."
Yes, she had already come to terms with it; she no longer blamed him. After all, hadn’t she also kept many things from him?
Feng Yinxiao then raised his gaze with a playful smile. "I knew it; my wife is the most gentle and virtuous."
He quickly planted a kiss on one side of Yun Kexin's face, but she suppressed her smile and said:
"Feng Yinxiao, while I no longer blame you, I hope you can continue investigating. Look into her background and clarify whether she is involved in this matter. If she is," Yun Kexin's expression darkened as a cold light flashed in her eyes, her tone icy, "don't blame me for being ruthless towards her!"
Feng Yinxiao immediately became serious and said earnestly, "Yun Kexin, let's not mention my father for now; there's also the blood debt owed to my mother. If I find anything conclusive, even if my father personally comes to plead for mercy, I will not show any leniency." Seeing the trust and warmth in Yun Kexin's eyes, he added, "Yun Kexin, I've consulted the Ministry of Justice about the case files and reconsidered everything from back then. I'm afraid even Uncle might not be spared. When the time comes, I'll deal with them all!"
Yun Kexin took a deep breath. At this moment, Feng Yinxiao resembled the image of someone who had slaughtered at Duke of Yan's Residence in her previous life. But he was someone she had worked hard to save; she couldn't let him become as ruthless as he was in that past life.
"Feng Yinxiao, I believe you," Yun Kexin said seriously, wrapping her jade-like arms around Feng Yinxiao's neck. "But you must remember that 'revenge has its source, and debts have their owner!'" She didn't want him to act recklessly out of anger and harm the innocent.
"I understand, I will be measured," Feng Yinxiao replied, holding Yun Kexin in his arms again and gently rocking her. "Yun Kexin, I've been at the Palace recently, often visiting the Imperial Medical Office to learn about the medicinal properties of poisons and drugs, both acute and chronic. I'm trying to find some clues because Aunt Zhuo's family is in the medicine business; they understand medicinal materials and how to use them. It was said that my mother took her prescriptions and was treated by her before giving birth to me."
Yun Kexin, resting her head on Feng Yinxiao's shoulder, was taken aback. She had heard him mention this before, so it wasn't surprising. What she thought about was that the Fu Family and Zhuo Min were distant relatives, which likely involved many unsavory dealings. It was very possible that the "Qianji" unique to the Palace was obtained through Zhuo Min.
"Yun Kexin, what are you thinking about?" Feng Yinxiao noticed that Yun Kexin remained still and silent against him, thinking she had fallen asleep. "Are you tired? Should I carry you back to your room?"
"Okay," she replied, still pondering the earlier issue as she allowed him to carry her out of the Study and into the bedroom. "At this hour, we should rest."
Feeling him nibble on her ear, he whispered, "Yun Kexin, if it weren't for your pregnancy, I really want to... really want to..."
Yun Kexin blushed and turned her face to say, "Feng Yinxiao, if you can't hold back, you can find a maid for companionship. It's fine; I can understand... um."
Her words were cut short by his deep kiss, which only ended when she begged for mercy.
"Yun Kexin, don't say such foolish things in the future. Besides you, I want no one else."
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