The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 931 - 621: Is This How My Son Came About? The National Master’s Serious Confession_2

Chapter 931: Chapter 621: Is This How My Son Came About? The National Master’s Serious Confession_2

She looked at Jun Moqing again in surprise, "Is this inner strength?"

Jun Moqing nodded, "Yes."

Feng Qingyan asked again, "Are you not cold because of your profound inner strength?"

Jun Moqing nodded again.

Admiration began to show in Feng Qingyan’s lovely eyes, "I heard that such profound inner strength can’t be developed in less than a hundred or so years, and you’re only in your forties, so impressive."

"It’s not that exaggerated." Jun Moqing, as a modern-day cultivator, naturally had some differences from how ancient people trained in martial arts. His youthful appearance was also a result of his cultivation practices.

Feng Qingyan said, "You’re being modest."

"Is that so?"

"Of course."

Jun Moqing stared at Feng Qingyan for quite some time, feeling that the distance between them had closed a little more. After so many years apart, upon their reunion, he always wanted to be closer to her, wondering if it was because she had always been the initiator in the past.

Feng Qingyan noticed that Jun Moqing kept staring at her, and after a while, she became somewhat uncomfortable as well as puzzled, "Is there something on my face?"

Jun Moqing said, "No, it’s very clean."

Feng Qingyan grew even more puzzled, "Then why do you keep staring?"

Jun Moqing stretched out his slender finger and pinched her face before his touch settled on her lips, "I want to kiss you."

Feng Qingyan’s face flushed red. To say he wanted to kiss her so bluntly and seriously, probably only Jun Moqing could utter such words.

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Jun Moqing pressed, "Are you unwilling?"

Feng Qingyan swallowed nervously, "I don’t even know if I’m your wife, is it polite to ask that?"

Jun Moqing countered, "Does this have to do with politeness?"

Feng Qingyan raised an eyebrow, "How does it not? If you were to kiss me outright, that would be a breach of etiquette."

Jun Moqing nodded at her words, "Then, back then, you were always breaching my etiquette, how should that be accounted for?"

Feng Qingyan was about to retort, when had she ever breached his etiquette, but then it dawned on her that he was referring to his wife.

Curiosity got the better of her, "Was your wife so fierce back in the day?"

Hearing the word "fierce" suddenly in reference to Fengfeng, Jun Moqing thought it didn’t suit her at all. She was always gentle yet awe-inspiring, brightly vivacious.

"Not fierce, but bold. I liked it very much."

Feng Qingyan was very curious, how did Jun Moqing manage to say "I liked it very much" with a seriously straight face?

She couldn’t help her inquisitive nature, "How much did you like her?"

On hearing this, Jun Moqing paused, as if thoughtfully considering the question.

How much did he like her?

He couldn’t really say.

He had encountered many forward women, but he only liked someone like Fengfeng.

"I only like the likes of you."

The sudden confession made Feng Qingyan blushed even more. If it weren’t for her quick reaction, she almost thought Jun Moqing was confessing to her.

Seeing Jun Moqing’s earnest expression, she actually found him a bit cute.

Had it been anyone else saying those words, they would have seemed greasy.

The word "greasy" would never be associated with Jun Moqing.

To alleviate the awkwardness, she looked up at the moon above, "It’s clear that your wife is one of a kind in your eyes."

Jun Moqing nodded in agreement, "Quite self-aware."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

*

Feng Wuyou slept until she naturally woke up and, after having breakfast, went to Xiyun Pavilion.

Arriving there, she happened to see Xiao Jinyu.

Xiao Jinyu greeted with a smile, "Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

Feng Wuyou said, "I came to look at the chickens and ducks, and incidentally pick a chicken and catch a couple of fish to take back for lunch. What about you?"

Xiao Jinyu replied, "Ayan is not feeling well, so I came to get an old hen to stew for her."

Feng Wuyou nodded, "I saw her before and she seemed fine. What’s wrong with her health now? Is she ill?"

"I don’t know either. The Imperial Doctor has seen her and mentioned that she’s just weak and needs nourishment."

Xiao Jinyu and Feng Wuyou chatted as they walked into Xiyun Pavilion.

Little Guizi came forward to greet them, "Master, King Jinyu."

Xiao Jinyu said, "Little Guizi, pick out a fatter old hen for me."

Little Guizi glanced at his master, wanting to say that King Jinyu came every few days for old hens, and they were almost running out.

"Let’s go have a look." Feng Wuyou hadn’t noticed Little Guizi’s glance; she wasn’t there for old hens today, but for newly-grown young roosters. Braised tender meat also tasted good.

The three of them headed to the chicken coop, and Little Guizi opened the door to get the old hen.

Feng Wuyou stood aside, her gaze falling on the chicken coop. The chicks had all grown up and were ready to be eaten.

But soon, she noticed that there weren’t many old hens left in the coop, "Why are there only so few old hens left?"