The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 930 - 621: Is This How My Son Came About? The National Master’s Serious Confession

Chapter 930: Chapter 621: Is This How My Son Came About? The National Master’s Serious Confession

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing, who spoke haltingly, sentence by sentence. His words did not seem to be the deceitful kind, for his face was such that whatever he said, it would not appear that he was lying.

However, she discovered an important problem: Jun Moqing’s wife had given birth to only a daughter.

"Don’t you have a son as well? Could it be that the son and daughter are half-siblings, sharing the same father but different mothers?"

"..." Jun Moqing said, "Wuxian was a child I found."

Jun Moqing had been only six when he found Jun Wuxian, who at the time was thin as a rail due to malnutrition. He himself had only crossed over not long before that.

Originally, he had planned to raise him as a younger brother, but in ancient times men married early. One of his age would almost certainly have been married with children.

So, he simply decided to raise Jun Wuxian as his son, and the name was given by him too.

Luckily, the boy was sensible and easy to bring up.

These were all things he realized after Xiaojiu came along. As it turned out, raising a child was no easy task; it required diligence, patience, and energy.

Experiencing fatherhood for the first time, Jun Moqing took it even more seriously than his cultivation.

"Picked up?" Feng Qingyan thought of Jun Wuxian and realized why he had such a grown son; she had thought Jun Moqing had matured too quickly.

In her presence, Jun Moqing always mentioned only Xiaojiu, because Xiaojiu was his biological child.

"Does Jun Wuxian know the truth?" What Feng Qingyan really wanted to say was that he was biased, clearly favoring his daughter over his son.

"He knows, but Wuxian has always considered me his biological father and treated Xiaojiu like his own sister. He grew up sensible, and since I had never been a father before, naturally, I invested less energy in him than I did in Xiaojiu."

As for favoritism, of course there was some.

He picked up eighteen-year-old Jun Wuxian when, in modern times, he would have been just a college student busy with his studies.

It was quite a challenge to suddenly have a six-year-old son; you could say he used Jun Wuxian to practice parenting.

Feng Qingyan thought about it and figured that a man who’d never been a father wouldn’t know how to be one. Perhaps ensuring that Jun Wuxian was well-fed and clothed seemed to him like good parenting.

She looked down at the palm of her hand, unable to make sense of its lines.

"Are palm readings really that accurate?"

Jun Moqing replied, "They’re mostly accurate."

"Oh." Feng Qingyan looked down at her palm again, thinking about the scar on her lower back; could Jun Moqing truly be her husband?

Why then couldn’t she remember?

Jun Moqing saw her staring at her palm and assumed she must believe what he had said.

"Will you stay tonight?"

Feng Qingyan withdrew her hand and looked up at Jun Moqing, flatly refusing, "I can’t."

Jun Moqing didn’t insist, "Then get some rest early."

Feng Qingyan nodded.

It was only then that Jun Moqing exited the room.

Feng Qingyan followed to the doorway and, watching Jun Moqing’s tall figure, asked, "Do you really plan to stay on the roof?"

Jun Moqing paused at her question, turned back to look at Feng Qingyan, and nodded, "Mhm."

"It’s too cold, you should go back," Feng Qingyan said to prevent him from suggesting he stay instead, so she immediately urged him to go back.

Jun Moqing’s voice sounded somewhat helpless, "In the past, you would have asked me to stay."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Jun Moqing remained on the roof, only because he feared she might suddenly leave; otherwise, there would be no need for him to stay there.

As Feng Qingyan lay in bed, the thought that Jun Moqing might be keeping watch on the roof again kept her awake.

After much thought, she got dressed, stealthily climbed out the window, and, just like the last time, spied on Jun Moqing from under the eaves.

She saw him sitting leisurely as before, casually sipping his tea, and anyone unaware would think he was as content as if he were sitting on his own bed.

Feng Qingyan was ready to return, but as she withdrew her gaze, she saw Jun Moqing appear before her. His cool gaze held not a hint of surprise, as if he knew she was there.

She blurted out something obvious, "You haven’t slept either."

Jun Moqing nodded, "Join me to enjoy the moon."

Before Feng Qingyan could refuse, Jun Moqing wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up.

Feng Qingyan was light, and lifting her was effortless.

Sitting on the rooftop, the cold wind was biting, causing Feng Qingyan to shiver uncontrollably.

Feng Qingyan had just come out to take a look and so had thrown on only an outer garment; she hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t be able to return.

Jun Moqing, feeling her tremble violently, wrapped his arms around her waist again, "Come closer."

Feng Qingyan looked up at Jun Moqing, wanting to say he must be crazy to sit on the roof late at night, pulling her up to catch the cold with him — whose fault would it be if they got colds?

But the next moment, she felt a warm current spreading from his hand, the continuous flow of warmth gradually easing her shivering body.