Wen Xiao’ai pursed her lips, staring cautiously into Feng Liyan’s eyes, and spoke carefully: "Then... extract a soul fragnt to retrain the spiritual sense..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Feng Liyan’s face darken, a glimr of anger flickering in his eyes.
"Xiao’ai!"
Wen Xiao’ai shrank her neck back, too scared to speak.
Feng Liyan never argued with her, so whenever he got angry, she would get nervous.
"If you extract a soul and a fragnt, you know what could happen don’t you? At best, mory loss; at worst, becoming foolish. Would you dare to share this idea with Jun Moyan?"
"Don’t tell him." Wen Xiao’ai anxiously grabbed his hand, feeling completely intimidated.
"I won’t do it again..."
Seeing her like this, Feng Liyan found himself unable to scold or reprimand her, leaving him only to sigh in resignation.
"Little Princess, stop thinking about these things. It’s not feasible. If anything happens to you, the entire Six Realms will suffer. If the Soul-suppressing Beast gets angered, no one will be able to withstand it." Feng Liyan advised kindly.
"I understand." Wen Xiao’ai lowered her head.
She just wanted to resolve past grievances, to return Shang Ying to Nie Jiuque, and find peace of mind.
"Good girl, let’s not bring this up again."
Wen Xiao’ai touched her belly, without saying a word.
Suddenly rembering sothing, her eyes lit up. She excitedly asked Feng Liyan, "dicine King, isn’t the fifteenth of July coming soon?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
The light in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes was even brighter, as she eagerly grabbed Feng Liyan’s arm and exclaid:
"dicine King, can you help with sothing?"
Feng Liyan frowned slightly, "It better not be about Shang Ying and Nie Jiuque, I’m afraid Jun Moyan will kill ."
"Oh no, it’s not..."
**
As Feng Liyan was leaving, he happened to run into Jun Moyan coming back.
After glancing in the direction of the sleeping quarters, he pulled Jun Moyan aside.
Seeing Feng Liyan return, Jun Moyan knew that the matter with Nie Jiuque had been resolved.
"Where is Jun Wuchen?" he asked.
"Don’t worry, I already sent him back to the Human Realm this morning. I didn’t leave him with any mories that didn’t belong to him."
"Thank you."
"Please, no need to thank ; I can’t afford it." Feng Liyan flicked his sleeves, hands behind his back.
"Did you tell Xiaoguai?"
"No, the Little Princess didn’t ask, so why should I ntion it?" Feng Liyan glanced at him.
"Hmm."
Feng Liyan looked at him, thought for a mont, and eventually told Jun Moyan about Wen Xiao’ai’s idea of extracting a soul fragnt to resurrect Shang Ying.
"Don’t get angry right away. The Little Princess has already promised she won’t act rashly. I’m telling you just so you’ll keep an eye on her, not to make you lose your temper."
Jun Moyan’s grim expression softened a bit, and he made no sound.
"By the way, do you have an extra sleeping quarter in your Soul Suppressing Hall? Save one for ; I’ll pack up so things and move in after a few days."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan looked at him as if questioning what he intended to do.
"The Little Princess is due in a little over two months, and there’s not even a maidservant here to take care of things. Should I rely on you?"
After the complaint, Feng Liyan didn’t forget to mutter softly: "Such a bad temper~"
He truly wasn’t reassured, fearing Wen Xiao’ai might bring up Nie Jiuque again and anger Jun Moyan.
"I’ve always taken care of Xiaoguai," Jun Moyan thought he had been looking after Xiaoguai well.
But he didn’t oppose Feng Liyan moving in.
"Do you even know how to take care of a child?" Feng Liyan raised an eyebrow.
"Let tell you, the Little Princess is still a child herself; she can’t take care of herself, let alone you expect her to care for a child. If you hadn’t found an opportunity, I wouldn’t have let the Little Princess fall for your trick at such a young age and beco a mother." Feng Liyan grew increasingly sympathetic toward Wen Xiao’ai.
Inside, he cursed Jun Moyan for being an animal.
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