Feng Jin's brow furrowed slightly, her mind deep in thought. Was Feng Yunping going to personally retrieve Sun Shi's body and bury her in the Feng family's ancestral grave?
Or perhaps, after a hundred years, the two would still share the same tomb. Truly, their marital love ran deep, a devoted couple indeed.
"Prime Minister Feng has served as prime minister for ten years. What he values most is his face and reputation. Naturally, he will not allow the matter of Sun Shi being a spy to be exposed, lest it affect the reputation he has painstakingly built over the years. He absolutely will not let this happen."
"Just wait and watch the show. Tomorrow, Prime Minister Feng will definitely go and bring Sun Shi back to be buried promptly."
Having served in the same court as Feng Yuanping for many years, Ling Mohan could make an educated guess. Moreover, Feng Yuanping was preparing to retire and return home, and he would absolutely not allow any impact on him from Sun Shi's affairs.
"Feng Yuanping, that old fox, would naturally not escalate the matter. He's probably eager to suppress it. I just don't know if Sun Shi told Feng Ruoyan that she wasn't Feng Yuanping's biological daughter. If she did, then who knows what choice Feng Ruoyan would make."
However, Sun Shi was already dead. Feng Yuanping was still Feng Ruoyan's nominal father. Furthermore, the status of a prime minister's daughter would bring immense benefits to Feng Ruoyan.
Anyone with a bit of intelligence wouldn't choose to fall out with Feng Yuanping. It remained to be seen what Feng Ruoyan would do.
"Forget it, I won't think about these irrelevant things. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. If something truly happens, it's not something I can prevent. The priority now is to get some rest and sleep."
Feng Jin yawned, drowsiness instantly washing over her. Her eyelids, unwilling to cooperate, began to droop.
"I'm really too tired. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to sleep."
She had been tossed and turned all day, not even having time to sit down and rest. She was so sleepy now that she couldn't hold on. Too lazy to wash up, as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep slumber.
Ling Mohan's brow furrowed tightly, his mind filled with jumbled thoughts. "You said..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Feng Jin sleeping soundly. The words on the tip of his tongue were forced back. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt around the woman, watched for a while longer, and then moved to leave.
...
"Mama... Mama..."
Da Bao's voice echoed continuously in Feng Jin's ears. Several times she wanted to open her eyes but was overcome by sleepiness, only managing to mumble, "Good boy... I'll sleep a little longer..."
"Mama... Mama..." Da Bao called out persistently, reaching out and nudging the sleeping Feng Jin.
In contrast, Er Bao sat calmly on a chair, watching Da Bao's antics with a detached air, waiting to see how his mother would deal with him when she woke up.
Da Bao, as if he wouldn't give up until Feng Jin was awake, continued to bounce on her.
"What do you want, you brat? Do you really want a spanking!"
Her sleepiness completely gone due to the disturbance, Feng Jin sat up angrily, grabbed Da Bao who was trying to escape, and pretended to be fierce as she spanked him twice on his bottom.
"You brat, must you cause trouble when I'm sleeping? You're asking for it!"
"Mama... it hurts... it hurts..."
Da Bao, being very clever, quickly begged for mercy, fearing that his bottom would suffer further.
Feng Jin's heart softened. Although she hadn't used any force, upon hearing Da Bao's plea, she stopped and picked him up.
"Will you dare to cause trouble again in the future, you little rascal!"
She lightly tapped Da Bao's forehead. This little fellow was not at all worry-free.
Then she looked at Er Bao, so steady at such a young age, requiring no worry at all. They were twins, born from the same womb, yet their personalities were so different.
"Mama, it... Daddy... Daddy, asked... to come..."
Da Bao said tearfully, sounding very wronged, almost as if a few tears were about to fall.
"Your father asked you to come and call me?"
Da Bao was still young and spoke brokenly, but Feng Jin could still grasp the general meaning.
It must have been Ling Mohan again, who didn't want to call her himself and had sent Da Bao. How excessive.
Da Bao nodded like a pecking chicken and repeated, "It's Daddy... Daddy..."
"You two stay in the room and eat some snacks. Mama will go find your father."
Feng Jin called Cai Qing to watch the two little ones and then stepped out to find Ling Mohan. She wanted to personally ask Ling Mohan what he was thinking, not even letting her get a full night's sleep.
After Feng Jin left, a triumphant smile appeared on Da Bao's lips. Since Daddy hadn't played with him earlier, he would now send Mama to deal with him.
Da Bao picked up a pastry and took a bite. He found it increasingly addictive and ate another piece. He didn't forget to hand a piece to Er Bao, "Eat... it's delicious..."
Er Bao did not look at the pastry Da Bao offered. Instead, he glanced at Da Bao with a hint of disdain. His mouth was full of pastry, and there were many crumbs on the corners of his mouth.
"Young Master Da, Young Master Er doesn't like sweets. Does Young Master Er want some porridge? This servant will have the small kitchen make it for you."
Cai Qing cautiously inquired about Er Bao's wishes. Everyone in the mansion knew that among the two young masters, Da Bao was lively and cute, the most endearing, while Er Bao was the most difficult to please and his thoughts were hard to fathom.
Everyone in the mansion also said that Young Master Er was a replica of the Young General, his personality exactly the same as the Young General's.
Er Bao nodded faintly in agreement. He did not have the same strong preferences for food as his gluttonous brother and was content with simple white porridge to fill his stomach.
"Then this servant will have the small kitchen make it."
She dared not ask further about what kind of porridge he wanted. She could only trouble the kitchen to make a variety of porridges and see which one the young master preferred.
...
"This subordinate greets Madam." Lu Shi, guarding the study door, saw Feng Jin approaching and quickly cupped his hands in greeting. What was going on today? The two young masters had left not long ago, and Madam followed closely.
"Is the Young General inside?"
"The Young General is in the study..."
Feng Jin, confirming Ling Mohan was inside, directly pushed the door open and walked in. Her gaze immediately locked onto Ling Mohan, who was sitting there. She strode towards him with anger, her eyes fixed on him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Feeling a prickle on his back from Feng Jin's piercing gaze, Ling Mohan couldn't help but ask Feng Jin the reason. He didn't think he had offended her.
"You sent Da Bao to wake me up?"
Ling Mohan subconsciously shook his head and denied it. "No, but he did come to find me this morning..."