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Feng Qingyan suddenly asked, "Why do you look so young? Did you consume a Longevity Elixir? An elixir?"

It was not strange for Feng Qingyan to ask such a question. Over a hundred years ago, the Emperor of Qin had eagerly sought the Longevity Elixir, extensively recruiting skilled individuals to concoct elixirs. There were rumors that it had been successfully created...

Feng Wuyou was equally curious as she looked toward her father. She had always been curious as to why her father remained so youthful.

"..." Jun Moqing said, "I have not consumed a Longevity Elixir."

Feng Qingyan said, "Yet you don’t look like someone who is forty-two years old at all."

Feng Wuyou said, "Father hasn’t changed at all over the past ten years."

"Ten years without change?" Feng Qingyan touched her own face. She had changed quite a bit over these ten years...

Jun Moqing’s response was concise, "I simply practiced Kung fu, that’s all."

Feng Qingyan was clearly skeptical, "I’ve been practicing martial arts since I was young, but it doesn’t keep one eternally youthful."

Jun Moqing said, "The martial arts I practice are completely different from yours. Yours are for strengthening the body."

Suddenly excited, Feng Wuyou grabbed her father’s hand, "Father, can’t you recover memories? Please help mother recover her memories, then she will remember us."

Jun Moqing said, "It will take two days to prepare."

"Oh." Feng Wuyou was somewhat disappointed, but quickly cheered up again, "Then mother will be able to remember us in two days."

Feng Qingyan: "..." Believe it or not?

Belief or disbelief could wait until after two days.

She suddenly stood up, "I should be going back now."

Feng Wuyou thought that after finding their mother, she would live with them. Although they were not yet familiar with each other, familiarity would surely grow with time.

"Mother, won’t you stay?"

Jun Moqing said, "Let’s wait for your mother to recover her memory."

Feng Wuyou had no choice but to nod, "Alright then."

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan again, "I’ll escort you back."

Feng Qingyan flatly refused, "No need. You’ve seen my lightness skill, and getting out of the Imperial Palace is not difficult for me."

When she said this, Feng Qingyan didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

Jun Moqing said, "Let’s go."

Feng Qingyan: "..." So her words earlier were in vain, huh?

After leaving the East Palace, Feng Qingyan thought she would get to see Jun Moqing’s remarkable lightness skill, but instead heard him ordering Xue Huai, "Prepare the horse carriage."

Xue Huai worked efficiently and quickly brought the horse carriage around.

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan, "Get on."

Feng Qingyan touched her belly, feeling bloated and lazy to move, decided taking the horse carriage couldn’t be more appropriate.

She boarded the horse carriage in front of Jun Moqing.

Jun Moqing followed her in.

Lamps were lit at the four corners inside the horse carriage; the light remained dim, barely revealing their silhouettes to each other.

Jun Moqing asked, "Seeing Little Ninth, what are your thoughts?"

After some thought, Feng Qingyan said, "She looks a lot like me. She must have been very lovely and sensible as a child."

Jun Moqing said, "You’re praising yourself, but Little Ninth indeed was adorable and sensible as a child. If you had seen her, you definitely wouldn’t bear to scold her in the slightest."

"Yet, I’m really not your wife, although I don’t mind having a beautiful husband. I’m just afraid that it would be difficult to resolve things if it turns out to be true," Feng Qingyan said with helplessness in her tone.

Jun Moqing said with absolute certainty, "I do not mistake people."

Feng Qingyan shrugged helplessly, "Well, there’s nothing I can do if you won’t believe me."

Jun Moqing then said, "If I could mistake my wife, then I’ve lived these many years in vain."

Feng Qingyan snorted with laughter, "Indeed, calling someone else’s wife on the Main Street would mean one has lived in vain."

Jun Moqing: "..."

Feng Qingyan felt somewhat triumphant. She might not match up in lightness skill or martial arts, but she didn’t believe she couldn’t get the upper hand in a verbal exchange.

Just when Feng Qingyan was feeling smug, her body suddenly lightened. By the time she reacted, she was already embraced in Jun Moqing’s arms. Looking up, she saw that handsome face, ethereal and enough to make countless young girls’ hearts flutter. She, too, was slightly no exception—

Even though the light was dim, it couldn’t conceal the man’s stunningly beautiful countenance.

Jun Moqing held her slender waist with one hand and grasped her wrist with the other, speaking deliberately, "I’ve been searching for you for nineteen years. Many women have tried to approach me by impersonating you, but I could always tell at a glance when they were fakes. Isn’t that enough?"

They were so close that every time Jun Moqing spoke, his words brushed Feng Qingyan’s ear, his cool voice tinged with magnetism followed by warm breath, like a little hook scrapping her itch.

"But I haven’t lost my memory," Feng Qingyan said. Although she had never married, she had seen countless handsome men. The only one who might get her to take a second glance was probably the one in front of her.

Whether it was his aura, his looks, or that impossibly refined coolness, any woman who wouldn’t be moved was likely blind.

"Actually, I have a way to prove that you’re my wife," Jun Moqing said, his tone unhurried.