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"It’s found..."

Before Feng Wuyou could finish speaking, Jun Wuxian impatiently said, "Then I’ll go have a look."

After Jun Wuxian finished speaking, he headed towards the guest room but was stopped by Feng Wuyou, "Father has already allowed mother to leave the palace."

Jun Wuxian was somewhat puzzled, "Why did she need to leave the palace?"

Feng Wuyou recounted the events that had just happened to Jun Wuxian.

"That’s how it is, but I trust father, he wouldn’t recognize the wrong daughter-in-law."

Jun Wuxian said, "I trust father as well, but right now, he must want to find a way to restore mother’s memory quickly."

Feng Wuyou stared at Jun Wuxian for a while, knowing that he had been busy with the marriage arrangements recently. She asked with a smile, "Big brother, the wedding is drawing near, how do you feel?"

Jun Wuxian thought for a moment. Since returning from Nanzhao Country, with the wedding date approaching, he was very much looking forward to it, eager to see Qingqing in her bridal gown.

"Happy."

In fact, Feng Wuyou could tell even without Jun Wuxian admitting it – every time the wedding was mentioned, his eyes would smile like Daguan River, clearly very happy.

"I can see that."

"By the way, how is Qingqing doing these days?"

"I haven’t seen her for some days either." Just yesterday, Jun Moqing went to see Xun Qingqing, only to be stopped outside her door.

She said it was bad luck for them to meet before the wedding and that they should wait until the wedding day to see each other again.

Feng Wuyou asked, "Is she very busy?"

Jun Wuxian said, "Perhaps, but I heard it’s bad luck to meet before the wedding. Although I don’t care about these things, I still respect their wishes."

Feng Wuyou had also heard about matrimonial customs, how the bride and groom should not meet before the wedding, with all the details being discussed by the elders of both families.

At this moment, the horse carriage had already come to a steady stop in front of the inn.

Feng Qingyan glanced at Jun Moqing, "I’ll go down now."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Jun Moqing took her hand, raised his cool eyes to meet hers, "Do you want to leave?"

Feng Qingyan lowered her gaze to the hand holding hers. His hand was clean, with slender fingers, gripping firmly. As long as she didn’t struggle, she wouldn’t feel how much strength he was using.

Looking up into those cool eyes, she paused before admitting the truth.

"I’m going to leave here eventually."

Jun Moqing knew she wasn’t joking. It was precisely because he understood her that he knew she would leave, and soon.

He watched her intently, "Are you willing to leave?"

Feng Qingyan was taken aback again. A beauty like this presenting himself to her, indeed she was reluctant to let go, but what could she do? She couldn’t very well steal someone else’s love, could she?

If Jun Moqing merely needed a consort, considering his looks, she might accept.

But this was different; he had come looking for his wife and had approached her by mistake.

Thinking of Xiao Jiu’s cooking skills, she did feel a bit reluctant to leave them behind.

Feng Qingyan, observing Jun Moqing’s gaze, realized she had never noticed before that looking at a handsome man isn’t a big deal—it was with others.

Looking at Jun Moqing was a wholly different experience; the more she looked, the harder it was to look away.

Thinking back, those handsome men she had seen before could no longer be classified as handsome, not compared to the man before her.

"What’s there to be reluctant about? We’ve only met twice, at most enough to recognize each other’s face."

Jun Moqing tightened his grasp on her hand, pulling her closer with a gentle force.

It was broad daylight, and as the distance closed, their breaths intertwined.

The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves was pleasant and lingered at the tip of her nose.

"Say it again." Jun Moqing’s voice was cool, carrying a hint of indifference. Although past his forties, his voice was not deep and thick but rather crisp and pleasant, like rain on banana leaves.

Feng Qingyan, studying Jun Moqing up close, saw he was genuinely very young; no fine lines at all around his eyes, his skin fair and flawless.

She often looked at herself in the mirror, and although at thirty-eight she looked young, a careful inspection would reveal traces of time.

With their faces so close, a comparison revealed that Jun Moqing was younger than her.

Observing such a handsome face, she swallowed discreetly; anyone stared at by such a handsome man would have a hard time staying composed.

After a standstill, Feng Qingyan really couldn’t take it anymore.

"You, let go of me first."

Jun Moqing didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled her even closer.

It gave Feng Qingyan the illusion that Jun Moqing was about to kiss her, with only a two-centimeter gap between their lips, which a slight lean would bridge.

Feng Qingyan felt that Jun Moqing was using his beauty as a tactic, unaware of his own effect.