The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 912 - 615: Alluring Beauty, Inseparable

Chapter 912: Chapter 615: Alluring Beauty, Inseparable

Feng Qingyan looked at the face close at hand, and no matter when, his face was always calm, poised, with a composed demeanor.

Logically speaking, after being separated from his wife for more than nineteen years, suddenly seeing her, the woman he considered to be his wife, he did not show any sign of excitement. Anyone else would have embraced her tightly, declaring their longing with words like "I’ve missed you, where have you been?" wouldn’t they?

Although she was indeed being held now, it was just that—being held. There still wasn’t the feeling of joyous surprise that comes with a long-awaited reunion.

"What method?"

Jun Moqing said, "Stretch out your hand."

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, but still extended her hand in front of him, only to realize that the light inside the horse carriage was very dim.

"The light is so dim, I can’t see anything..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Jun Moqing reach into his bosom, and when he took his hand out, he held a bright, shiny stone, even brighter than the Night Pearl.

Jun Moqing held the stone over her hand, and instantly, the dimly lit carriage brightened considerably, allowing the lines on her palm to be seen.

He looked down at Feng Qingyan’s palm intently; the lines in everyone’s hands are unique, just like fingerprints.

Jun Moqing had once examined Fengfeng’s palm. At first, he just wanted to have a look, but then he found the lines in her palm to be unusual.

Different from others, her palm had an extra faint line.

When he first saw such palm lines years ago, he was filled with many questions.

Now, looking at her palm lines again, there was still an extra line, but it wasn’t faint; this time, it was a clear line.

Feng Qingyan, curious, leaned closer, looking at her own palm, but couldn’t see anything significant.

She looked up at Jun Moqing and found that the two were very close, close enough to see the distinct roots of his thick eyelashes, and the cold light shimmering in the depth of his dark eyes.

His nose was straight and prominent; his handsome features forming a striking silhouette in the light.

Indeed, beauty is tempting...

"Did you find out anything?"

Jun Moqing looked up at Feng Qingyan, "I have seen the lines in the palm of your hand before. After so many years, they haven’t changed much, except for one dark line that has become a clear line. If I’m not mistaken, it has to do with your identity."

"Really or not?" Feng Qingyan, skeptical, brought her hand in front of her face to inspect it closely, but as someone who didn’t understand palm lines, she failed to discern the dark or clear lines he mentioned.

Jun Moqing continued, "The lines in everyone’s palm are different, and you are indeed my wife."

Feng Qingyan still did not believe it, "People can bear a resemblance to one another, and the same goes for palm lines, doesn’t it?"

"That you do not understand. Even identical twins have different palm lines," Jun Moqing said as he embraced her once more, the joy of having found what he’d lost, continuing from the moment they met to now.

Feng Qingyan was still looking down at the lines on her palm, having lived for so long without ever paying attention to them. Suddenly pulled into a warm embrace, she was first startled, then began to struggle.

Seeing her struggle, Jun Moqing felt somewhat helpless, "How is it that you’ve grown older and also more foolish?"

Feng Qingyan’s movements halted, a woman’s greatest taboo is her age, and he not only called her old but also foolish.

She had lived for thirty-eight years, and it was the first time she’d heard ’old’ and ’foolish’ on the same day, from the mouth of the same man.

"Yes, I’m old, I’m not interested in young lads, so let me go quickly," she said.

Jun Moqing paused for a moment but released her, watching as she immediately sat opposite him, as if she had been frightened.

"The older you’ve become, not only have you gotten foolish, but you’ve also become more timid."

He thought of her past; she was fearless, utterly unlike the gentle daughters of the nobility.

As someone from the modern world, he had originally thought little of the multitude of rules and protocols of the ancient times, which was precisely why he had wanted to return to the modern era.

Fengfeng was different; she was not concerned with trivial matters and acted with boldness yet measured restraint.

Seeing that she was unwilling to believe she was really his wife, he decisively changed the subject.

"What have you been doing all these years?"

"I have been attending to my duties; as for the specifics, they are not for you to know," Feng Qingyan replied bluntly, curtailing any further questions.

Jun Moqing did not continue to inquire but said instead, "Xiaojui looks a lot like you."

Feng Qingyan responded, "I’ve seen him, he does bear a resemblance. Although I am very surprised as to why he looks so much like me, that doesn’t mean I am your wife."

Jun Moqing shook his head faintly, "No, I’m not talking about his appearance. It’s his character that resembles yours."

Feng Qingyan paused for a moment.