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Feng Qingyan took a seat on the chair, feeling a bit fatigued after running so far all at once.

Looking at Jun Moqing, who remained unperturbed, she realized there was no chance of escape.

It was just that, talking sense to him was also futile, which was the most troublesome part.

"I’m truly not your wife."

Jun Moqing seemed not to hear her words but instead said, "My daughter resembles you a lot."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyan thought of Susu, who had initially mistaken her for her mother; naturally, she and Susu’s mother must look alike.

She was quite curious though, just how similar did they look?

While Feng Qingyan was indulged in curiosity, Jun Moqing suddenly grasped her hand. She looked up to see his handsome face so close, causing her heart to race despite having seen countless beautiful men before. She thought to herself, what a stunning man.

Jun Moqing said, "Come back with me."

Feng Qingyan snapped out of it and directly refused, "No way, this is kidnapping."

Jun Moqing replied, "It doesn’t count."

"Then don’t blame me for getting physical."

As Feng Qingyan spoke, she pulled out the soft sword from her waist and thrust it at Jun Moqing, forcing him to release her hand.

With no other choice, Jun Moqing let go of her hand and shifted his body to dodge her piercing sword.

Feng Qingyan gripped the soft sword in her hand, stabbing at Jun Moqing without hesitation, channeling inner strength into each strike.

Every time she was about to hit him, Jun Moqing easily dodged, his movements as fluid as the wind, his speed astonishing.

After several exchanges, Feng Qingyan’s sword had not touched Jun Moqing once.

Jun Moqing still stood there with an air of composed leisure, appearing even more relaxed than if he were sipping tea.

From the moment she met this man, she could tell he was highly skilled in martial arts, but she hadn’t expected him to be even more formidable than she had imagined.

His lightness skill was exceptional, and his kung fu was formidable; did she have no chance of escape?

But, an old bull eating tender grass, she really couldn’t do it!

Feng Qingyan was incredibly annoyed.

Jun Moqing walked straight over to her.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyan once again raised her soft sword, but Jun Moqing easily dodged and caught the hand holding the sword, speaking gently, "It’s getting late; if we hurry back to the palace now, we’ll make it in time for dinner."

Hearing about dinner, Feng Qingyan felt ravenous. Who knew she would run into such a vexing man on the way?

"Then you hurry back; I’m leaving too," she said.

Jun Moqing insisted, "Come back with me; Little Ninth would be very happy to see you."

Feng Qingyan, who had roamed Jianghu for so many years, was defeated by a man for the first time, and to top it off, by a little brother.

Xue Huai, holding Susu in his arms, originally wanted to follow their Master, but the Master ran too fast for him to catch up, so he had no choice but to wait by the horse carriage.

Susu leaned on the small window of the horse carriage, her little dark head staring intently outside.

"When will Grandpa return?"

Susu turned to look at Xue Huai and then asked, "Could it be because Grandpa doesn’t know how to coax Grandma?"

Xue Huai comforted her, "They should be back soon."

"It must be because Grandpa doesn’t know how to coax Grandma, and that’s why Grandma is angry and doesn’t want to come back with Grandpa." Susu sighed sadly after speaking. She should have followed. She could have helped Grandpa coax Grandma, and then they could go back to the palace together.

Susu lay at the window for a while, munching on a piece of fruit tea because she was hungry.

Just when she was about to grab a second piece, someone pushed the carriage door open from outside. She turned her head and saw Grandpa and Grandma.

Her eyes lit up with joy, "Grandpa, Grandma, have you made up?"

Jun Moqing nodded, "Yes, we’re now going back to the palace for dinner."

Feng Qingyan: "..." It’s a kidnapping, isn’t it?

Jun Moqing, holding Feng Qingyan’s hand, sat down side by side.

Susu excitedly ran over, stood between them, holding their hands, and said, "Mama’s daddy is Grandpa, and Mama’s mommy is Grandma."

Jun Moqing affirmed, "That’s correct."

Feng Qingyan cast a glance at her "cheap" husband. His handsome face showed little emotion, his voice cool yet with a hint of warmth.

She was probably ten years older than him by her estimate. What on earth did such a young brother see in her?

Oh, right, he must have mistaken her for someone else.

She absolutely had to find an opportunity to slip away.

Susu stared at Feng Qingyan for quite a while, asking curiously, "Grandma, why aren’t you speaking?"

Jun Moqing explained, "Your Grandma is tired."

Feng Qingyan: "..." How could his words be so misleading?

Susu then asked with curiosity, "Is it because you didn’t take a nap?"

Jun Moqing nodded, "Yes."

Feng Qingyan: "..." Liar, setting a bad example for the child.

Susu held Feng Qingyan’s hand tightly, consoling her, "Once we get back to the palace and have dinner, you won’t be tired anymore."