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Shen Chuwei was struck by the words as if hit by a bolt of lightning, almost crashing on the spot.

She and Xiao Jinyan guessed so many possible relationships, even the closest ones, but never considered this kind.

"You’re so young and already have a grown daughter like me, such good fortune."

Having such a handsome and capable father, Feng Wuyou is also really blessed. Growing up with such a handsome father, it must be hard for other men to deceive her, right?

Jun Moqing looked down at the person in his arms. The little girl who used to cling to him had grown so big, and gained some weight, but to him, there was no difference.

"Yes, it is quite fortunate."

Shen Chuwei: "..." I was teasing you about marrying early, okay? And you actually agree with me—

So young and already has a nineteen-year-old daughter... How old was he when he got married?

After the shock, Shen Chuwei also found that the National Master’s princess carry was very steady, not bumpy at all. How did he manage that...

She realized another problem: the National Master is treating her like a daughter, but she’s an imposter.

After Shen Chuwei was placed on the bed by Jun Moqing, she tried to calm her shocked and nervous emotions.

Jun Moqing looked at Xiaojiu, who had been frowning in pain just a while ago, and now her brows were relaxed, her heartbeat slightly fast.

"Does your stomach not hurt anymore?"

Shen Chuwei thought that Xiao Jinyan must have left by now, so there was no need to keep pretending.

"...It doesn’t hurt anymore. It was really painful just now, probably because I came out too hastily and caught my breath wrongly."

It really tests one’s mental strength to lie to the National Master.

Jun Moqing said, "If it doesn’t hurt, that’s good."

Shen Chuwei looked up at the National Master in front of her. He really looked young, and she couldn’t help asking, "You don’t look that old..." Where did such a grown daughter come from?

Jun Moqing explained, "Martial arts can preserve youth."

Shen Chuwei: "..." Is preserving youth that simple?

"I’ve only heard that cultivation can preserve youth, and martial arts can strengthen the body and health."

What she meant was, I’m young, don’t try to fool me.

Jun Moqing didn’t deny it: "You can understand it that way."

Shen Chuwei widened her eyes. What did the National Master mean by that?

Is he really a cultivator?

That’s too fantastical...

"So, are you an immortal?" she asked cautiously.

Jun Moqing: "No."

Shen Chuwei: "..." Okay, she was overthinking it—

Jun Moqing glanced out the window. There was still an hour before dawn, and he withdrew his gaze to look at Xiaojiu, "You sleep a bit more, we’ll talk after dawn if there’s anything."

Shen Chuwei was nervous and couldn’t wait for the National Master to leave.

"Okay."

After Jun Moqing left, he even considerately closed the door.

Shen Chuwei lay on the bed, still somewhat in disbelief. The National Master is actually Feng Wuyou’s father?

How great it would be if she had such a young and handsome dad who was also impressively powerful?

She could really live carefree as a salted fish.

Wait a second, if the National Master is Feng Wuyou’s father, wouldn’t it be even easier to ask for his help?

Shen Chuwei was so excited she almost fell asleep the instant she closed her eyes.

After daylight, the Palace Maid came to wake her. Usually, she had to be called several times before waking up, but today, she awoke after just two calls.

As soon as Shen Chuwei opened her eyes and saw the bright day outside, the sun had even changed position, "Oh no, I’ve woken up late."

The Palace Maid was baffled, "Master, isn’t this the time you usually wake up?"

"Today is different, I have a father now," Shen Chuwei said as she got out of bed.

The Palace Maid was shocked, "Master, are you dreaming?"

It’s not a dream, how could she suddenly have a father?

Shen Chuwei was used to sleeping in, and she didn’t know if the National Master had eaten yet. She instructed, "Go ask my father, no, ask the National Master if he has had breakfast yet. If not, I’ll have breakfast with him."

"Yes," the Palace Maid ran off.

After Shen Chuwei got dressed, she came out, and the Palace Maid had returned as well.

"Master, the National Master hasn’t had breakfast yet, and I have invited him over," the Palace Maid said.

As soon as the words left the Palace Maid’s mouth, Jun Moqing walked in slowly.

Shen Chuwei felt somewhat uneasy seeing the National Master, probably because she was an impostor, which led to her feeling guilty.

At the dining table, Shen Chuwei was already hungry. After waiting for the National Master to start eating, she picked up a meat bun with her chopsticks, took a big bite, and savored the delicious broth, chewing contentedly.

Jun Moqing took a couple of sips of porridge and then glanced up at Xiaojiu across the table, her small face bloated with buns, chewing just like before, unchanged.

After eating for a while and no longer in a hurry because her stomach had something in it, Shen Chuwei took a sip of porridge and stealthily glanced at the National Master across from her.