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Chapter 972 - 635: The Man Held Grudges, Tao Minmin Took the Initiative to Invite the Crown Princess and Top Scholar out of the Palace
Chapter 972: Chapter 635: The Man Held Grudges, Tao Minmin Took the Initiative to Invite the Crown Princess and Top Scholar out of the Palace
Feng Qingyan heard Jun Moqing mention for the first time that he had never cried before and that there was even an obstacle to crying?
"Then when you’re upset, don’t you have no way to vent?"
When she felt sad, she would cry to express it.
Wouldn’t it be even more painful not to be able to cry?
Jun Moqing simply responded with a noncommittal hum, "Do you want some water?"
Recovering her memories was taking some time, and Feng Qingyan was feeling a bit thirsty. She nodded, "Warm water is fine."
Jun Moqing rose to his feet and went over to the table, picked up the teapot, and touched it to check the temperature. Finding it not too hot, he poured a cup of warm water and brought it over to Feng Qingyan.
Holding the teacup, Feng Qingyan took a few sips to moisten her throat and glanced at Jun Moqing. Her gaze couldn’t help but linger on his handsome face.
She had been right before; it was indeed his face she had fallen for, and she had been utterly captivated by it.
Now, looking at him again, she found she was still attracted to that face.
He looked so young!
Jun Moqing asked, "What are you looking at?"
Feng Qingyan replied, "I have good taste."
Jun Moqing uttered, "Hmm?"
Feng Qingyan said, "All these years, you haven’t remarried or taken a concubine."
For a man to have three wives and four concubines was utterly commonplace. Countless people had liked him back then, and even though she was married to him, she couldn’t help worrying that one day he might be tempted by another woman.
Unexpectedly, throughout the twenty years she was gone, he hadn’t had such inclinations.
Jun Moqing’s response was succinct, "Don’t like it."
Feng Qingyan fell silent. If there was someone he liked, wouldn’t he be inclined to consider it?
The thought that this might be possible made her unhappy again.
Feng Qingyan and Jun Moqing didn’t stay there for long and left Changyan Mountain the next day.
Feng Qingyan had been raised single-handedly by her grandmother, and now that she was leaving, she felt some reluctance. Pulling at her hand before leaving, her grandmother advised, "If you’re unhappy outside, come back."
Feng Qingyan was also reluctant to part with her grandmother, and her eyes reddened at once, "You also need to take care of yourself. I will come back to visit you often."
Her grandmother nodded at her words, "Good, come back to visit often."
As she was leaving, Feng Qingyan turned back for one last look at her grandmother, and at the place she had lived for so many years, finding it really hard to leave.
Inside the horse carriage, Feng Qingyan leaned into Jun Moqing’s arms, her voice somewhat muffled, "Ge Moqing, do you hate grandmother?"
Jun Moqing answered, "Hate yet not hate."
Feng Qingyan lifted her head to look at him, "What do you mean?"
After some thought, Jun Moqing said, "If it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t have been separated for twenty years. Yet, she is your relative, and as the Clan Leader, she had her responsibilities and protected you."
In truth, Jun Moqing still had a strong dislike for those responsible for their twenty-year separation.
Twenty years was not a mere two.
So many days and nights had been lost.
In these twenty years, perhaps they could have had a second or third child.
He wouldn’t have had to bring his daughter to the Imperial Palace out of fear she would be too lonely.
Maybe then, there would have been no historic crossing.
Indeed, many things in life are cycles of cause and effect. No one in this world can escape it, not even him.
Understanding his thoughts, Feng Qingyan said, "I understand."
Jun Moqing continued, "You’ve been without me for twenty years, but I’ve been constantly thinking about where you were and how you were doing."
Feng Qingyan hugged his neck tenderly, comforting him with a kiss on the face and then on the lips.
Jun Moqing wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Fengfeng, do you want to check whether I’ve gotten old?"
Feng Qingyan blinked her beautiful large eyes twice. If it weren’t for what had happened the night before, she wouldn’t have understood the implication of his words.
She glanced around the interior of the carriage and said with a flushed face, "It’s daytime, and we’re still in the carriage."
Jun Moqing took a look around the carriage, which currently was bumping along the Official Road, the sound of the wheels clattering, each tumbling over the next, causing some jolting.
"We could try."
Feng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed, "Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"
Though she too coveted her husband’s body, the place and time were not right; it was all too nerve-racking.
Jun Moqing didn’t reply but instead showed her, through his actions, what was appropriate and what was not.
Feng Qingyan had previously thought that if she didn’t take the initiative, Jun Moqing might end up single for a lifetime.
But she hadn’t expected that twenty years later, Jun Moqing, still with the same face, had learned to take the initiative.
Later on, she discovered that this man, who knew not of fatigue, had been holding back for a long time.
Twenty years, indeed.
As night fell, it grew especially cold.
Xue Huai brought the horse carriage to a stop outside an inn.
Feng Qingyan was carried into the inn by Jun Moqing.
Qingrong saw her master being carried by Jun Moqing and thought to herself when did her master become so fragile?
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