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"But my son didn't do anything wrong," Feng Yiling pouted and looked up at his father, stubbornly saying, "I wasn't being naughty."
Feng Yinxiao was about to say something when Yun Kexin glared at him: "Still being stubborn! I told you not to play in your father's study, but you insisted on coming. I told you not to meet the Crown Prince, but you still wanted to show your face. I—"
Yun Kexin waved a bamboo stick symbolically, as if she were going to hit him. Ling Lang, clever as he was, knew his mother wouldn't actually do it and deliberately hid behind his father, then peeked out his head before retracting it again.
Yun Kexin felt that this child was a bit unruly. If he wasn't restricted now, it would be hard to manage him in the future, and it would be too late if he caused any trouble. So she stepped forward and reached out to grab Ling Lang, but Ling Lang refused to come out, clinging to Feng Yinxiao's sleeve and whining, "Father, Father..."
"Yun Kexin, I'm taking the child outside to play for a bit," Feng Yinxiao chuckled and didn't wait for Yun Kexin's agreement before carrying Ling Lang out.
Yun Kexin looked at the father and son gradually walking away with a mix of amusement and helplessness, shaking her head.
On a low hillside, Feng Yinxiao and Ling Lang sat down, watching the sun slowly set in the distance.
"Ling Lang, let me see your hand," Feng Yinxiao first ruffled his son's hair, then took his hand and turned it over to examine it seriously. "Does it still hurt?"
Feng Yiling pulled back his hand and proudly raised the corners of his mouth. "It doesn't hurt. Mother wouldn't dare hit me; it was just the bamboo stick brushing against my hand a few times and rubbed off some skin."
Feng Yinxiao laughed and tapped his forehead. "So you’re 'bullying' your mother, huh?"
"No," Feng Yiling's smiling face fell as he said seriously, "Mother loves her son so much. How could I 'bully' her?"
"Yet Ling Lang still often makes her angry and even gets physical," Feng Yinxiao found it amusing how serious his son was.
Feng Yiling scratched his head and suddenly asked earnestly, "Father, why can't I play with the Crown Prince? Does Mother have some hidden reason?"
Feng Yinxiao was taken aback. He had explained things to Ling Lang before, but those were just excuses; the child was still too young. He couldn't understand the precautions and 'calculations' among adults. Therefore, he couldn't explain too much—only that the Crown Prince's identity was special while they were an ordinary family. It wouldn't be good for them to always play together.
“Father, what do you say?” Seeing his father in a daze, he waved his fingers in front of him.
“Since there are unspoken difficulties, it must be unavoidable.” Feng Yinxiao thought for a long time and gently stroked Ling Lang's head. With a light smile, he said, “You are still young and don’t understand yet, but just don’t blame your mother.”
“I don’t blame my mother. However,” Feng Feng Yiling shook his head in distress, blinking his eyes and said, “Hiding like this isn’t a solution. Over time, the Emperor will notice something.”
Feng Yinxiao sighed:
“Father knows. I will discuss it with your mother when we go back later and see what she thinks. But you have to behave and not be mischievous anymore.”
Feng Feng Yiling immediately raised his face and smiled brightly:
“Thank you, Dad. But I can talk to Mom myself when we go to bed tonight.”
Feng Yinxiao was startled and turned Feng Yiling around, alertly saying:
“Ling'er, you’re not planning to sleep with us again, are you?”
A look of difficulty appeared on his face: ever since he was four years old, the child had always liked to squeeze into bed with Mother and Father. Although the bed was large, the couple found themselves separated by Ling Lang, sleeping on either side of the child, able to see each other but unable to touch. They had tried to persuade Ling Lang several times but to no avail, leaving the couple both amused and exasperated.
Feng Feng Yiling ignored his father's awkwardness and forced displeasure, nodding confidently:
“Yes, we are a family, so of course we should sleep together.”
Feng Yinxiao facepalmed: “Wrong. The real principle should be that we are a family living together. Ling'er is growing up slowly; as a boy, how can he still cling to Mother and Father? That’s quite unambitious.”
Just thinking about this child squeezed in between them, facing his Mother, holding her tightly and then sleeping soundly without a care in the world, made him angry.
Feng Yiling certainly didn't know what his father was thinking, but he couldn't help blushing. Yes, he had grown up, how could he still cling to Mother? If Elder Brother Crown Prince found out, he would definitely laugh at him. But Mother's embrace was too warm; being held by her allowed him to fall asleep quickly and comfortably.
Feng Yinxiao looked at the mountain in the distance, but his peripheral vision was secretly observing his Son's reactions. Seeing him torn between joy and annoyance made him unable to suppress his amusement. After a moment of silence, Feng Yiling finally said:
"Forget it, let's not think about that for now. Father, let's go home first."
Feng Yinxiao thought that since he had already "hit" the soft spot in his Son's heart, he wasn't afraid of him acting out again. So he smiled and took his Son's hand to head back home.
Unexpectedly, when it was time for bed that night, Ling Lang changed his mind again and insisted on sleeping between Mother and Father, refusing to budge. Feng Yinxiao was so angry that he almost threw Ling Lang off the bed.
"What’s wrong, Ling Lang? Didn't we agree?" Yun Kexin pushed Ling Lang away from her arms and smiled at her Son, saying, "You're a big boy now; you can't rely on Mother and Father like this. Otherwise, if Elder Brother Crown Prince finds out, won't he laugh at you?"
On their way back, Feng Yinxiao discussed with Yun Kexin that deliberately overthinking many things might not be good; it could make young children paranoid. It would be worse if they ended up saying inappropriate things to the Crown Prince. So they decided to let things happen naturally and wait until the child was a bit older before explaining things clearly. Yun Kexin thought this made sense, which led to her using the Crown Prince to "stimulate" their Son.
"Ling Er isn't clinging to Father; he just wants to be next to Mother," Ling Lang looked up at Yun Kexin and said, "If not, I won't sleep well; I want Mother." His chubby hands reached out again.
Feng Yinxiao was instantly furious yet amused. Was this child a little demon? He pampered him so much, yet all he saw was Mother. He was even competing with him—really!
Feng Yinxiao's eyes turned as he suddenly got an idea and said:
"Alright, Ling Er can sleep here then. Be good." He gently patted Ling Lang's back.
"Father is so nice." Ling Lang showed a sweet smile, turned over, and closed his eyes.
Not long after, a faint and steady breathing sound came from Feng Yiling in Yun Kexin's arms, and the couple exchanged smiles. Feng Yinxiao gently picked up Feng Yiling and quietly stepped out of the room.
He quickly returned to the room, dancing with joy as he lay down on the bed, eagerly reaching out to pull Yun Kexin into his embrace.
"Husband," Yun Kexin said, blushing as she pushed against Feng Yinxiao's bare chest, "we need to talk."
"Alright." He lowered his head and affectionately kissed her earlobe.
"If you do this, what if the child is difficult in the morning?" Yun Kexin felt a tickling sensation by her ear and shyly buried her face deeper into his embrace.
"It won't happen. I'll take Ling Lang to Father," Feng Yinxiao said, lifting her rounded chin and gazing at her dreamily. "It's also what Father instructed; Ling Lang will come to learn from him in the future."
"But won't that disturb Duke's rest? That wouldn't be good," Yun Kexin gently placed her hand over his wide hand and lightly caressed it.
Feng Yinxiao smiled slightly. He pecked her hand and said, "It's fine. Father might already know about our situation." After saying that, his face couldn't help but turn slightly red.
Yun Kexin also subtly curled her lips. A blush spread across her face as Feng Yinxiao passionately kissed her first, his large hand slipping inside her clothing. He comfortably explored and caressed before swiftly removing her garments. Lowering his head, he buried his face into her soft bosom.
"Husband..." Yun Kexin gasped softly but held onto his head, "I'm not done yet."
"You, I'm listening," he murmured while sucking gently, his hand gradually moving downward to explore between her legs.
Yun Kexin instinctively tried to close her legs but was forcefully held apart as he penetrated with ease.
Yun Kexin let out a muffled moan, striving to keep her voice steady: "Feng Yinxiao, do you have any news about Fourth Uncle?"
"Yes." The lips and tongue reluctantly stopped their assault, Feng Yinxiao slowly raised his head, fixing his gaze on the flushed face before him. His eyes brimmed with endless tenderness, while his distinctly knuckled hand lingered inside her, probing in and out with relentless enthusiasm.
"Tell me." Yun Kexin bit her lip, enduring the tingling sensations that coursed through her from top to bottom. She shifted restlessly, her tone growing impatient. "Stop teasing."
Feng Yinxiao gazed at her quietly, lost in a trance as his fingers continued to rub and press at a rapid pace. Finally, he elicited a soft cry of "Ah" from Yun Kexin, who then clamped down hard on his hand. He lowered his head, pressing against her eager lips, swallowing all her playful cries.
"Feng Zicen, you’ve had enough!" Yun Kexin nestled shyly into Feng Yinxiao's embrace, breathing heavily, not daring to lift her head. "Can we talk now?"
Feng Yinxiao's lips curled into a smile as he withdrew his hand and held her tighter. "One night is worth a thousand gold coins, Yun Kexin. Can we discuss it tomorrow?"
Yun Kexin's cheeks flushed deeply, her voice carrying a hint of childishness. "No, I want to know now."
"Alright, I..." Feng Yinxiao had always found it hard to resist Yun Kexin's sweet and soft voice. He spoke cautiously, "In Liuzhou Town, living incognito with his Consort Xiang."
"With Consort Xiang?" Yun Kexin looked up in shock, forgetting all her previous shyness. "How could that be?"
Feng Yinxiao nodded with a smile. "Yes, and they even invited us to visit."
A glimmer of surprise appeared in Yun Kexin's eyes. "How did you find out about this?"
"I'll tell you the details later; I just want to ask if my lady would like to travel with her husband."
Feng Yinxiao's bright black eyes shone particularly brightly in the dark night, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement.
"Sure! I've never traveled since I was young; I can't miss this opportunity." Yun Kexin responded intuitively.
"Isn't it time to rest now?" Feng Yinxiao's voice was drowned in her neck.
Yun Kexin felt a rush of heat on her face, but decisively climbed onto his chest, biting his ear and saying, "Husband, tonight, let Consort serve you."
Feng Yinxiao's heart suddenly jumped to his throat, his well-defined face flushed with a mix of surprise and disbelief. He felt the sweet pressure of Cherry's lips against him, followed by a soft hand slowly trailing down his strong chest, exploring beneath him until she grasped him and gently caressed.
Feng Yinxiao's body trembled suddenly, gasping, "Yun Kexin, to marry you is truly the fortune I have earned over three lifetimes..."
Feng Yinxiao, you are also the blessing of my past and present, avenging me as Slayer of Nobles, helping me find Fourth Uncle, teaching me to stay calm and not let hatred extinguish my heart, giving me happiness...
With a husband like this, what more could a wife ask for!
(THE END)
P.S.: The main text is complete; there are still a few extra chapters.
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