Song Qingan had returned.
Feng Yinwan paused for a moment upon hearing the news. Then, Feng Jin'en’s excited voice rang out.
"What, Uncle Song is back? Grand Uncle, hurry and take me!"
He said this while kicking his legs in the air, looking as if he couldn't wait to break free and rush over.
Luo Qingyi glanced at him upon seeing this and swayed him gently in his arms.
"Why the rush? We're going now."
"Hehe, no rush, no rush~"
He flashed a fawning smile and his two small, chubby hands affectionately clasped Luo Qingyi’s neck. He then peeked at Feng Yinwan behind them.
"Mother, you come quickly too!"
Feng Yinwan’s red lips curved into a smile, and she immediately followed.
Three years ago, after encountering Luo Qingyi and his group in the desolate wilderness, she and Song Qingan had been brought to the Moon Kingdom.
To be precise, they were brought to the Xuan Sect within the Moon Kingdom’s borders.
The place was shrouded in deep forests, a sanctuary for reclusion. A protective formation surrounded the sect, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to enter without guidance, and even harder for those inside to escape.
She had clashed with the figures in black several times, expecting the worst, but awoke to find herself brought before Luo Qingyi.
Initially, Luo Qingyi did not reveal his identity, but instead asked many questions about the bracelet.
Feng Yinwan’s answers were a mix of truth and falsehood. It wasn’t until he produced the Qingluan jade ring, identical to her mother’s, that she realized things were far more complex than she had imagined.
What she didn't expect, however, was that Song Qingan had already met him at the border.
At the time, though, he had also been unaware of Luo Qingyi's true identity.
This mysterious man, revered as the Holy Master of the Xuan Sect…
Was actually her mother's younger brother, the Prince of the Moon Kingdom, Yi!
And the bracelet she wore, bought for nine yuan and ninety cents, was the sect's treasured artifact, Suiyue, passed down for a hundred years.
According to Luo Qingyi, her mother was the previous Holy Master of the Xuan Sect, and Suiyue had originally been by her side.
But after her mother’s passing, the connection between the sect and Suiyue was severed. The artifact had vanished for a long time, only to reappear on her.
"Wan'er, Brother Luo, Chen'en."
Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle voice. Feng Yinwan looked up to see Song Qingan approaching, carrying a brocade box that looked like it contained pastries.
Before she could speak, a head popped out from beside her.
Feng Jin'en looked up at him, his small face filled with seriousness.
"Uncle Song, why do you call my Grand Uncle 'Brother Luo'? If that's the case, doesn't Mother have to call you Uncle too?"
If Mother called him Uncle, then he would have to call him Grand Uncle.
But he wanted to call him Uncle, so this wouldn't do.
He puckered his little face and thoughtfully considered the matter.
Unexpectedly, his doting Grand Uncle, who usually indulged him, raised his hand and flicked his forehead as a warning.
"What uncle, you little rascal, don't talk nonsense."
The flick wasn't forceful, but Feng Jin'en’s skin was delicate. A red mark immediately appeared on his fair forehead.
He clutched his head, looking aggrieved. "Grand Uncle…"
His accusatory words were mercilessly cut off by Luo Qingyi.
"Enough, that trick works on your mother, but Grand Uncle doesn't fall for it."
Feng Jin'en was somewhat afraid of his Grand Uncle, especially when he put on a stern face.
Therefore, he sheepishly stopped and resolutely held back his tears.
Luo Qingyi glanced at him, seemingly satisfied.
"Alright, you two chat. We'll go to Ruixiang Pavilion for dinner later."
With that, he stepped forward, took the brocade box from Song Qingan, and left with Feng Jin'en.
Feng Jin'en, still concerned about the matter of kinship, kept looking back several times as he left, as if signaling to Song Qingan.
Feng Yinwan couldn't help but laugh and sigh.
"Don't mind him, the child is too spoiled. He's getting harder to manage lately."
The matter of him carelessly eating pills gave her a headache.
Song Qingan nodded, his thoughts still lingering on the word "uncle." A faint blush appeared on his earlobes.
Feng Yinwan, unaware of his reaction, turned her gaze towards him and asked again.
"Did your return to the capital go smoothly this time?"
Three years ago, after learning of her mother's connection to the Xuan Sect, she had resolutely stayed as Luo Qingyi instructed.
Song Qingan, after returning to the capital, had requested to serve at the border. In three years, he had been promoted from vice-general to general, and his demeanor had become more mature.
The border between the two countries had eased, and when there was no trouble, he would often visit.
This time, he had returned to the capital by imperial decree, and had visited before leaving.
"Thanks to your kind words, the journey was smooth."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment before adding, "Wan'er, the Emperor asked me if I was willing to be transferred back to the capital this time."
The deaths of her father and brother were a thorn in Feng Yinwan’s heart.
Knowing her resentment towards the Emperor, Song Qingan only mentioned this and said no more.
But Feng Yinwan knew that imperial orders were not easily negotiated. If the Emperor had proposed this, he had likely already made up his mind.
Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her voice was faint, giving no hint of her emotions.
"When do you leave?"
Song Qingan’s gaze followed hers. "In a month."