“Are you serious?”
Ling Mohan’s tone slightly lifted. He felt Feng Jin’s words were rather unbelievable and lacked much credibility.
“Of course, it’s true. I never lie,” Feng Jin replied with absolute certainty, her expression feigning sincerity. She naturally wouldn’t let Ling Mohan detect anything amiss, otherwise, with his temperament, he would stir up some new trouble.
It was better to say less now; she worried that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she would make.
Feng Jin quickly stood up and casually found other topics to divert from the subject. “Um, are you hungry now? I’ll go get you something to eat. You just rest well.”
Why had Chu Qing been gone for so long? Feng Jin found an excuse and went straight out, leaving Ling Mohan looking rather dejected.
His mind kept replaying Feng Jin’s earlier words. He reached up and randomly touched his face. His looks seemed quite good, didn't they? He was certainly much better looking than Sheng Xubai, that pretty boy.
Sheng Xubai, with his weak and sickly appearance, was just a pretty boy. Looking at him made one’s stomach churn. He truly didn’t understand what these young girls were thinking. To genuinely find Sheng Xubai good-looking, one would have to be blind.
Ling Mohan’s lips curled slightly, his impression of Sheng Xubai worsening as he continuously thought ill of him.
…
“Ah-choo… Ah-choo…”
Sheng Xubai sneezed several times in a row. He couldn’t help but pull his collar tighter. The brazier was lit, and the window was tightly shut; it wasn’t cold. Why was he sneezing non-stop?
“Young Master, are you feeling cold? You should rest early and stop reading,” the servant boy, who was tidying the bed, said worriedly upon hearing Sheng Xubai’s continuous sneezes, fearing he might catch a cold.
Sheng Xubai put down the book in his hand. Could he really have caught a cold, causing him to sneeze incessantly?
…
Feng Jin made some stomach-warming porridge and brought it to Ling Mohan. “Drink some porridge first. You have injuries, so you can’t eat anything else. Drink more porridge to warm your stomach.”
After a few sips, Ling Mohan found the taste bland and lost his appetite. “I’m not eating anymore. I can’t.”
“You need to eat more. You’ve only had a few bites. You’ll be hungry again later.”
She hadn’t even finished half a bowl of this porridge, and now he refused to eat more. He would surely be hungry again before long, and then she would have to fuss over him again, which would be troublesome for her.
Feng Jin coaxed and cajoled Ling Mohan with kind words, finally getting him to take two more bites before he put down the bowl.
“Alright, just eat a little for now. If you’re hungry later, you can eat more.”
His injuries hadn’t healed yet, so eating too much wasn’t good. He would eat a little for now, and if he got hungry later, he could eat again.
With Feng Jin’s help, Ling Mohan lay down on the bed. After eating a little, he felt his stomach was more comfortable, not as distressed as before.
“Do you want to sleep? Shall I light some calming incense for you?”
“No, I’ve slept for quite a while. I just want to sit up and rest now.”
If he continued to lie down and sleep, his bones would degenerate. It was better to sit up and relax his body.
“No, you have wounds, and they are on your shoulder. You shouldn’t be sitting up for so long; it’s not good for the healing of your wounds. You need to lie down and rest more.”
Finally, under Feng Jin’s strong insistence, Ling Mohan was forcibly pressed back onto the bed.
“For the time being, you’ll have to endure lying in bed and resting well. Once your injuries heal, I won’t care even if you go swimming in the sea.”
For this period, it was best for Ling Mohan to lie obediently in bed.
Ling Mohan sighed slightly and finally resigned himself to lying on the bed. He really didn’t dare to openly resist Feng Jin.
After a pause, Ling Mohan suddenly remembered something and quickly said to Feng Jin, “Go to the storeroom and find a suitable gift to send to Zhennan Prince’s Estate to congratulate Gu Shizi on his wedding.”
“Wedding… has their wedding day arrived so soon?”
Time really flew by. How could she feel as if it was just the blink of an eye, and it was already their wedding day? It was indeed very fast.
Feng Jin turned her head, her gaze falling on Ling Mohan, and asked indifferently, “Do you really intend to let them get married like this?”
“Naturally. This marriage was bestowed by the imperial decree and was decided long ago. It’s not so simple to go back on it. They must get married.”
The marriage was a foregone conclusion. It was not something they could control. If there was the slightest deviation in this marriage, it would give the people of Xiliang an opportunity to seize upon, and that would lead to another troublesome situation. They wouldn’t be able to explain themselves even if they had mouths all over their bodies.
Regardless of whether Gu Beichen was willing or not, this marriage had to proceed.
“Then… then if after marriage, Gu Beichen already knows the truth, I’m worried that once these two make it a fait accompli and have a child, they will be irrevocably bound together, and it will be impossible to separate them.”
If they had a child, and after everything was over, if Gu Beichen wanted to divorce Murong Jinyun, wouldn’t that be too… too hurtful?
As a woman herself, she could empathize and couldn’t help but worry unnecessarily.
“That’s not our concern. The emotional issues between them are for them to resolve. What kind of seeds they sow will yield what kind of fruit; it’s their own business,” Ling Mohan said in a flat tone, devoid of any emotion. He spoke entirely from the perspective of an observer.
Feng Jin sighed, her mood slightly dejected. She understood what Ling Mohan meant, but she still felt a sense of loss.
Once something like this happened, it was always women who suffered and were hurt in the end. She hoped Murong Jinyun would have a good ending.
“Don’t think too much about it. Let’s not interfere in this matter. Let them find their own way to solve it.”
Ling Mohan took Feng Jin’s slightly cold hand and placed it on his chest to warm it. “Why are your hands so cold? Is it a bit chilly in the room?” httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
“No… I just feel a little sad. Never mind, why am I telling you this? You wouldn’t understand anyway.”
Feng Jin said self-mockingly. Just as she was about to stand up, Ling Mohan grabbed her wrist and pulled her directly into his embrace.