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Yun Kexin smiled and chatted with Yun Xiao about matters concerning the Duke's residence. The sisters interacted harmoniously, creating a warm atmosphere that would make an outsider think they were biological sisters.
"Seventh Brother-in-law, if I visit the Duke's residence in Yan in the future, you won't chase me away, will you?" Yun Xiao laughed at Feng Yinxiao. "Then I wouldn't dare to visit Seventh Sister."
"Of course not, Xiao'er can come anytime," Feng Yinxiao replied with a gentle smile. "Even if it's not for a visit, just accompanying Seventh Sister is fine. It's just that I might need to move around the inner and outer palace often and may not be able to host you."
"As long as I have Seventh Sister, that's enough," Yun Xiao said cheerfully, clapping her hands. "Seventh Brother-in-law must keep your word. Also, if you go on a long trip in the future, just let me know at the Duke's residence in E, and I can accompany Seventh Sister."
Feng Yinxiao sighed inwardly; why was there such a disparity between Yun Ran and the other children of the Third House?
After sitting for a while, Yun Kexin instructed the maid accompanying them to send Eighth Sister back to the hall.
Once Eighth Sister was sent back by the maid, Fu Lianyin began to subtly inquire about what had transpired. After receiving confirmation that "Seventh Aunt did not say anything to Eighth Sister, just casual chatting," the Fu family felt somewhat relieved but still remained cautious.
Shuilian felt a bit disappointed that Yun Kexin did not take any "measures." Her expectations turned into disappointment, leaving her feeling uneasy: could it be that Seventh Aunt no longer cared about Third House matters after getting married? Without Seventh Sister's intervention, even if the Third Master tried to protect them, it would be of no use.
Water Concubine sat in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom, feeling self-pity: perhaps this was her fate?! Oh well! If He'er followed the Legal Wife, she might still gain recognition in the future, unlike an ordinary house's bastard daughter who had no status and couldn't even be buried in the ancestral grave after death. That night, Yun Yang entered Shuilian's room unexpectedly; she was somewhat surprised. Seventh Aunt had returned home, so logically, the master should have slept in the main wife's room to avoid gossip.
"Master, what brings you here?" Shuilian greeted him with a smile and led Yun Yang to a table and chairs before pouring tea for him. "Weren't you in my sister's room?"
Yun Yang took the teacup Shuilian handed him and took a light sip before saying softly, "I just came from there."
"Then will Master be sleeping here tonight?" Shuilian observed Yun Yang's facial expression closely.
"Are you unhappy?" Yun Yang raised his eyes and casually asked back.
"Not at all," Shuilian replied with a smile. "I just thought that on a day like today, Master should be sleeping in my sister's room after all; she is the main wife."
Yun Yang remained silent, quietly finishing his tea before walking over to the bedside and gesturing for Shui Lian to sit beside him.
“Lian, you adhere to propriety and follow the rules, yet the Fu Family shows no appreciation…” Yun Yang gazed at Shui Lian, almost whispering. Shui Lian pretended not to hear and gently asked, “Is the master troubled?”
“Lian, I just spoke with Madam He,” Yun Yang lowered his eyes apologetically. “I asked her if she could wait until He Er is older before personally bringing him along. For these past few years, it has been you who has taken care of him, but…”
“Is it that my sister disagrees?” Despite her inner turmoil, Shui Lian forced a smile. “Well, my sister is the Legal Wife; it is an honor for the child to be brought by her. In the future, He Er will surely not be wronged.”
“Though that may be true, I know your concerns,” Yun Yang rarely brushed his fingers through Shui Lian's soft hair and said solemnly, “I really want to respect your wishes, but the madam insists on doing everything herself. She lost a son over a decade ago and feels guilty towards me; the Eleventh Young Master… gives her a sense of closeness.”
Shui Lian smiled silently—Third Madam always seemed to have everything under control, and with her status as the Legal Wife, she felt even more emboldened. There was nothing they could do about it.
“It’s alright; Consort understands my sister,” Water Concubine saw that matters had reached a conclusion with no chance of reversal and chose not to say more—complaining would only make Yun Yang feel resentful. “She has indeed suffered the loss of her beloved son; it is truly heartbreaking, and the master should show some understanding.”
“And then there’s Seventh Aunt; Water Concubine shouldn’t complain either,” Yun Yang looked at Shui Lian earnestly. “It’s not that she isn’t helping; there are just many inconveniences, so—”
Shui Lian understood immediately and suddenly regained her composure: it turned out Yun Yang had long seen through her thoughts—she had been waiting for Seventh Aunt to return to “handle” this matter and provide assistance. Shui Lian felt touched.
“Consort thanks the master for being so considerate; I have nothing to complain about. Currently, Seventh Aunt indeed cannot involve herself in household matters; let her enjoy her time at her family home for a while.”
Yun Yang smiled with relief, pulling Water Concubine into his embrace and whispering intimately:
“You are truly a virtuous woman. Lian, don’t be sad; we will have children,” he suddenly lowered his voice. “No matter how much energy the madam has, she can’t raise many children alone, can she?”
Yun Yang’s blunt suggestion made Shui Lian’s youthful fair face flush red as she shyly nestled into his arms and whispered, “Master, you’re teasing Consort…”
Yun Kexin felt her mood lift after being playfully chided by Water Lily, so she continued to tease for a while before stepping away. In another room, candlelight flickered, casting reflections on the large bed behind the screen where two people were nestled together, Yun Kexin curled up in Feng Yinxiao's embrace, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as she pondered deeply.
"Yun Kexin, are you still thinking about this morning?" Feng Yinxiao asked softly to the beauty in his arms.
"Yes," Yun Kexin replied, lifting her eyes and honestly saying, "The Eleventh Young Master reminded me of my past self."
Feng Yinxiao's handsome brows knitted together; he understood that her "past" referred to her previous life.
"It's all in the past, Yun Kexin," Feng Yinxiao tightened his hold on her, warming her forehead and cheeks with his lips. "The Third Madam is the Legal Wife; taking care of children and adopting you in the past are two different matters. Besides, she has no reason to deal with the Water Concubine—without the Water Concubine bearing children, the Third Master will continue to take concubines. What benefit does that bring to her (Fu Family)? So don't worry, the Water Concubine is not in trouble."
"No, my worries go far beyond that," if it weren't for being in a "different place," Yun Kexin would have shouted out loud. "He'er only sees the Legal Wife and not the Birth Mother; this is unfair to the Water Concubine..."
"That's because Water Lily is a Concubine; this has been the law since ancient times. The Legal Wife holds the highest status and can only—"
"This is all 'fate,' isn't it?!" Yun Kexin was a bit angry now; she shrugged off Feng Yinxiao's arm and moved to the inner side of the bed, muttering, "Feng Yinxiao, you’ve never been a parent; you will never understand what it feels like for your own flesh and blood to call someone else 'Mother' or 'Father.' You won't comprehend the pain of separation. If she (Fu Family) truly wanted to take Yun He away from me, I would have no choice, but the problem is..."
"Yun Kexin, turn around and stop being angry," Feng Yinxiao said somewhat aggrieved. He was merely analyzing the situation without any bias. Seeing that Yun Kexin remained stubborn made him realize she was genuinely upset. He leaned closer, resting his chin on her shoulder and said, "Yun Kexin, I understand your concerns; I just don’t want you to be troubled by this all the time, which is why—"
Yun Kexin pushed against Feng Yinxiao's chest with her back forcefully and said stiffly in a huff, "Go away; I don’t want to hear what you have to say right now."
"It seems you're really angry," Feng Yinxiao felt nervous. His hand moved from behind to the front, gently rubbing against her ample chest with just enough pressure. "Yun Kexin, it's true we haven't been parents; that's a fact. But who told you not to give me a chance?"
Feng Yinxiao acted like a spoiled child, mischievously hinting at Yun Kexin while making her flustered and embarrassed. She lowered her voice to a whisper: "Feng Yinxiao, take your hand away; there are people outside."
"What if there are people outside? They don't have x-ray vision; they can't see inside the room," Feng Yinxiao smirked as he whispered hotly into Yun Kexin's ear. "Don't worry; I won't act recklessly; it's just that this... might be hard to control."
He referred to the hands that were wandering under her clothes—rubbing here and pinching there, the "restless" touch, with hot lips occasionally capturing her earlobe, causing her to shiver suddenly.
She was teased to the point of being unable to resist and could only half-seriously, half-threateningly say, “Feng Yinxiao, if you keep this up, I—I’m really getting angry.”
“Then turn around,” Feng Yinxiao paused his wandering hand playfully, “otherwise my hands will be just as ‘disobedient’ as you.”
Yun Kexin’s face turned as red as if soaked in red paper. When she turned around, she didn’t dare to lift her head, but under Feng Yinxiao’s “threat,” she forced herself to slowly raise her chin, thinking he would do something “improper” again. Unexpectedly, he only cupped her cheeks with both hands, his broad palms stroking her blushing face as he said:
“Yun Kexin, I know well the shadows of the past that haunt you,” he gazed at her delicate and fragrant face with tenderness, “If I could, I would like to end all your grievances. My earlier words were not meant to imply ‘it’s all fate,’ but rather that the law must be followed. However, we can do what is possible within the bounds of the law. I fully support you taking Eighth Sister to Yanguo Mansion in the morning—”
Yun Kexin was taken aback, staring blankly into Feng Yinxiao’s bright eyes shimmering in the candlelight: he actually understood her intentions! Then her “temper”... was indeed a bit hasty.
“Feng Yinxiao, I’m sorry, I... um.”
His cool lips pressed down on hers, blocking her apology before it could escape. He kissed her passionately until she could hardly breathe before finally releasing her:
“We are already husband and wife; how can Yun Kexin still be so distant?” Feng Yinxiao frowned slightly in mock annoyance. “Always hanging words like ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ on your lips? That’s not allowed anymore.” Seeing Yun Kexin’s adorable and innocent appearance, he suddenly wanted to tease her and laughed, “Also, it’s clearly Wife who doesn’t give her husband the chance to be a Father, yet I’m the one who doesn’t understand a parent’s heart—”
The flames of desire danced in his dark eyes, making her face burn red. She shyly lowered her gaze and nestled into his broad chest without saying a word. Feng Yinxiao smiled mischievously and continued to tease Yun Kexin with both hands and mouth until her soft protests finally ceased. Then he held her close and sweetly fell asleep.
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