“Cut it out, everyone is your father-in-law, I think you…” Leng Mingye’s reaction made Feng Moli realize that Dongfang Hai and his sister had an unusual relationship, possibly even former lovers. However, considering his sister was the one he trusted most, he still scoffed at Leng Mingye’s words.
Just as he spoke, a soft exclamation was heard behind them.
“Li’er, come here.” The group turned to see Feng Liusu walking hand in hand with Dongfang Hai.
“Sis, you…” Feng Moli’s expression darkened as he looked at his sister, feeling as though her actions were a slap in the face after his earlier words.
“Li’er, I misunderstood him before, thinking he had wronged me. But it turns out all of it was a scheme by Prince Yong, Dongfang Yun. Now that we’ve reunited and resolved our past, I want to formally introduce him to you. Li’er, this is the first man I fell for after leaving the country, and the man I love.”
Seeing her brother’s displeasure, Feng Liusu, aware of how close he had always been to her, spoke with a hint of apology but determination as she introduced Dongfang Hai.
“Mom, does that mean he’s my father?”
Wanqing noticed her uncle’s silent, childish sulking after her mother’s words. Smiling faintly, she stepped forward and asked her mother directly.
“Yes, he is your father, Qing’er. Call him ‘Dad.'”
Pleased by her daughter’s understanding and obedience, Feng Liusu smiled at the man beside her and instructed Wanqing.
“Dad, Qing’er greets you. Silly, call him ‘Dad.’ This is your silly son-in-law, also the son of Lord Nan Gong.”
Following her mother’s instruction, Wanqing stepped forward and bowed respectfully. Seeing the emperor—her newfound father—smile warmly and help her up with teary eyes, she turned to her husband and introduced him.
“Lord Nan Gong’s son is indeed remarkable, worthy of my daughter.”
Dongfang Hai examined Leng Mingye, noting his resemblance to Nan Gong Haotian but also his imposing presence, which rivaled Feng Moli’s. He nodded approvingly.
Later, the men gathered to discuss strategies against Dongfang Yun and reclaiming Dongfang Hai’s lost authority, while Wanqing, Dongfang Ziyang, and her mother prepared a meal.
Though uninterested in cooking, Wanqing joined them out of curiosity. But as soon as she picked up the meat bought from the village, the smell made her nauseous. She dropped the knife and rushed outside to vomit violently.
Hearing her retch, Leng Mingye rushed out in concern.
“Why are you suddenly vomiting? Let me check.” Feng Moli, though unimpressed with his brother-in-law, followed out of worry for his niece.
Leng Mingye gently patted Wanqing’s back and handed her water to rinse her mouth. Despite resting inside, she remained pale. Feng Moli took her wrist to check her pulse.
“I’m fine. Maybe I ate too much this morning or the long ride upset my stomach. Uncle, relax—I’m a doctor, remember?”
Though touched by their concern, Wanqing reassured them with a smile, teasing her uncle.
“You may be a doctor, but doctors often neglect themselves. How long has this been happening?”
Feng Moli frowned, sensing something unusual.
“Not long. Just today, the smell of meat made me queasy. I’m better now. Wait… could I be…?”
Wanqing checked her own pulse, her expression shifting from shock to joy as she looked at Leng Mingye.
“You seem to know already, so I won’t explain. You two figure it out. Let’s get back to planning.” Feng Moli, realizing she was pregnant, chuckled and nudged Leng Mingye to accompany her outside while he resumed discussions with Nan Gong Haotian and Dongfang Hai.
“Qing’er, what’s wrong? Why did Uncle act so strangely? Are you…?”
Leng Mingye, puzzled by Wanqing’s bashful yet joyful expression, sat with her outside and whispered his concern.
“Silly, you’re going to be a father. It happened months ago when we were together. I’ve been so busy I didn’t notice until now. Thank goodness we caught it early…”
Wanqing nudged him playfully, her voice a mix of shyness and relief.
“What? I’m going to be a father? Qing’er, is it true? I’m so happy!”
Overjoyed, Leng Mingye lifted her and spun her around.
“Kids, just like us back then…” Dongfang Hai watched them fondly, reminiscing about his own past with Feng Liusu.
“Ugh, why did you have to shout? Now everyone knows!” Blushing, Wanqing pushed Leng Mingye away and hurried to the kitchen, covering her face.
“Qing’er, slow down! Don’t hurt yourself!” His worried call followed her, filling the courtyard with laughter.
The next morning, Wanqing stayed in the village with Honglian and Dongfang Ziyang while Feng Moli, Nan Gong Haotian, her mother, and Leng Mingye went to the palace. Their combined efforts, along with Nan Gong Haotian’s allies, easily overthrew the poison-wielding empress and Prince Yong, restoring Dongfang Hai to the throne.
Ten months later, at her child’s full-moon celebration, Wanqing, finally out of confinement, greeted guests at the Prince Ji Mansion with her husband.
As officials arrived, another group appeared.
“Uncle! Dad! Mom! You’re here! Auntie, your face—it’s healed? That’s wonderful!”
Seeing Feng Moli leading the group, followed by Dongfang Hai and Feng Liusu, with Dongfang Ziyang behind them, Wanqing beamed. Noticing her aunt’s restored beauty, she gasped in delight.
“Yes, thanks to your uncle. Qing’er, I owe you for your words back then. Next month, your uncle and I will wed in Bo Country. We hope you, Leng Mingye, and this little one can attend.”
Dongfang Ziyang, now radiant, smiled warmly and clasped Feng Moli’s hand.
“What? You and Uncle are getting married? That’s amazing! We’ll definitely be there! Uncle, well done!”
Wanqing cheered, grinning at her uncle, who rolled his eyes but smiled.
“You cheeky girl! Leng Mingye, control your wife. If she keeps this up, I won’t forgive you… But this little one is strong and adorable.”
Feng Moli pretended to scold but couldn’t resist cradling the baby, who promptly wailed in protest.
“See? He won’t stand for you bullying us!” Wanqing laughed, taking her son back as Feng Moli chuckled and held Dongfang Ziyang’s hand, his happiness evident.
The joyful gathering, filled with laughter and future celebrations, radiated warmth and contentment.
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