Feng Yinwan frowned upon hearing this, "Who said I was going to marry him?"
The "marry" in that context and the "marry" she meant were not the same thing.
"Huh?"
Feng Jinchen stopped crying, wiped his tears, and looked up blankly again.
"Then you..."
Knowing he had misunderstood, Feng Yinwan sighed and patiently explained, "Your maternal great-grandfather assigned mother a mission. This is just acting, not real."
"Is that so?"
Feng Jinchen was clearly surprised that it could be like this. After a moment of愣ing, he clung to her neck again and whispered.
"Mom, I heard that after a woman gets married, everything becomes beyond her control. Even if it's acting, your sacrifice is too great."
He still felt that the bad guy old Wang had taken advantage. Uncle Song had been waiting in line for so long, and even a fake one wasn't available.
Feng Yinwan instinctively asked, "Who told you that?"
"Aiya, that's not important!"
"In short, Mom, a mission is a mission, but you can't sacrifice yourself and me. For our future happy life, I think you should... reconsider?"
He tried to persuade Feng Yinwan to give up. Unexpectedly, Feng Yinwan was indifferent after hearing him.
"What sacrifice?"
Ye Tinglan was marrying "San Qing." What did that have to do with her, Feng Yinwan?
"But Mom..."
Seeing his dejected little face still seemed to have something to say, Feng Yinwan patted his head and comforted him.
"Don't worry. When your illness is cured and Mom has finished her business, we'll go back to the Xuanmen."
Although the old emperor had woken up, his body had not improved at all. Once the struggle for succession was ignited, it was like an arrow nocked on a bowstring, ready to be shot.
After she entered the palace and annihilated the villain, they would leave. By then, with internal strife raging in the court, how could Ye Tinglan have the time to bother with them!
Feng Jinchen rubbed his little hands, still sheepishly, "But the letter I wrote to Uncle Song has already been sent out..."
Feng Yinwan: "No... Huh? What did you say?!"
Feng Jinchen pulled her, "Mom, please be quiet."
Feng Yinwan couldn't be quiet.
"What did you write in the letter?!"
This kid, why was he telling Song Qing'an these things!
Feng Jinchen's scalp tingled under her death glare.
"It's nothing much, just... I wrote about our experiences. I swear, I didn't exaggerate at all...! Really!"
Feng Yinwan laughed in anger, "So that means you did."
"Mom... in my grief, this was inevitable..."
"Alright, I'll lecture you on this later."
The immediate priority was to get this plague god out of the room. Otherwise, he might turn into a laser eye and shoot them mother and son through.
Feng Jinchen also remembered that Ye Tinglan was still in the room.
When he looked back, his expression had changed dramatically.
He had worried for so long and even used a stratagem of self-inflicted injury. It turned out to be fake!
Hehe, he wouldn't say who the clown was!
Ye Tinglan's face had already sunk when Feng Yinwan denied it. Now, facing the obvious smile in his eyes, his eyes narrowed instantly.
He was a little scared, but his mother was behind him!
Therefore, after receiving his mother's glance, he cleared his throat, put on a stern little face, and spoke.
"Um, Uncle Wang, although it was really wrong of you to push me, Mom always taught me to be magnanimous, so I won't hold you accountable for your mistake, but..."
He paused deliberately before continuing.
"Since Mom isn't really going to marry you, I'll still call you Uncle Wang from now on, um... it still sounds quite natural~"
Hmph!
This bad guy old Wang wanted to be his adopted father, his stepfather. Was that even possible!
He tilted his little head up, tears no longer falling, his butt no longer hurting. He looked incredibly smug.
Ye Tinglan's brows surged with malice. His already unpleasant face worsened.
In the end, he was almost driven out by Feng Yinwan and her son together.
Qi Xuan was still waiting outside. Seeing him come out, he immediately stepped forward.
"Your Highness, how did it go?"
He had been inside for so long, and the matter should have been settled, right?
Unexpectedly, before his words had even fallen, a chilling aura instantly pressed upon him. Ye Tinglan spoke, his voice low and frightening.
"How what."
Qi Xuan: "Ah?"
After being stunned for two seconds, before he could react, the figure in black wrapped in a chilling aura had already departed.
Qi Xuan stood there,愣ing for two seconds, and scratched his head in confusion.
Didn't Your Highness himself say he wanted to change the courtyard for Miss Qing?
Why, after such a short time, had he... forgotten?
Unable to figure it out for a long time, Qi Xuan shook his head helplessly and had to stride to catch up.
In the courtyard, Feng Jinchen was very pleased to see the bad guy old Wang being outsmarted.
The ointment he had applied earlier had been completely absorbed. He rubbed his little butt and hummed a little tune as he stood up.
Xi Wen passed by the door and peeked inside. Not seeing Feng Yinwan, he whistled at him.
"Young master, how was it? What was the outcome of the battle?"
Knowing he was asking about his confrontation with Ye Tinglan, Feng Jinchen puffed out his little chest and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
"Of course, I won completely!"
He glanced at him and added, "Of course, your method also worked a tiny bit."
Xi Wen was displeased, "Just a tiny bit?"
Feng Jinchen rubbed his chin and pondered, "Indeed, just a tiny bit."
The main reason was that his mother had not wavered at all, and his meticulously prepared stratagem of self-inflicted injury had no room to play.
Xi Wen, not knowing the inside story, thought that his two slaps had been too light. He reflected and nodded solemnly.
"I understand. Next time, I'll hit harder to make your butt look even more pathetic than this time."
He patted his chest confidently. Feng Jinchen squinted his eyes hard, his little face turning pale.
Finally realizing something was wrong, Xi Wen frowned.
"Hmm? Young master, what's wrong with your eyes? Why is your face so pale? Strange, I haven't even done anything yet..."
"Or do it now?"
"Also..."
He turned his head and met Feng Yinwan's icy gaze. Xi Wen was so scared that his body trembled. The remaining half of the word "okay" that was about to come out didn't dare to be spoken.
"Miss... Miss!"
He had seen this look before. When he had accidentally lost the young master, the Holy Lord had looked at him like this!
Xi Wen felt that something bad was about to happen.
Seeing the gaze pass over him and turn towards Feng Jinchen behind him, he slipped away quickly.
"Hey..."
Behind him, Feng Jinchen weakly called out with a dejected little face, but after only one sentence, he was silenced again by his mother's death glare.
Feng Yinwan (rubbing her wrist): "What did he just say? Hit harder?"
Feng Jinchen (crying): "Mom, I was wrong... really..."