âGirl, Iâll take your good wine with me. Remember to look for me in Wu Shang City in the future. Everyone in Wu Shang City knows my name. You can find me by asking around.â
Feng Ruqing snarled, âJust go!â
The old man had cursed her only ever to have sons!
And he still wanted her to go to him?
âHehehe...
âDream on!â
The old man picked up the wine jar and turned to walk deeper into the spirit beast mountain.
He walked for a moment and suddenly stopped.
âWait... Did I tell that girl my name?â
The old man slapped his head hard. He had forgotten to tell his name to that girl, how was she supposed to find him?
âOh, right... What was I doing in the spirit beast mountain before? It seems like I was looking for something... But what exactly was I looking for?â The old manâs face darkened.
He slapped his head hard but still could not remember... What exactly he was doing here?
***
Not far away, Feng Ruqing had been dragged away by Nan Xian.
Fu Chen and Qing Han were standing by her side, afraid that they would accidentally offend Feng Ruqing.
âActually...â Nan Xian paused and looked at the young girl next to him, âI think having a son is not too bad.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Feng Ruqingâs face darkened. âDonât you like a daughter?â
âI like both, but I think a son is also fine.â Nan Xianâs tone was gentle but serious.
At least...
A son would not make him feel jealous...
If it was a daughter... Perhaps he would no longer have a place in Qingâerâs heart.
âThe state preceptor likes a son?â Feng Ruqing looked suspiciously at Nan Xian.
Nan Xian pursed his lips. âI like both.â
âOh, then for the state preceptor, if we have a son in the future... Iâll beat him up less.â
âI will not beat him up too much...â
Nan Xian lowered his eyes and looked at the young girlâs face gently.
âQingâer, whether itâs a boy or a girl, as long as itâs yours, I like all of them because your blood runs through them. The son will look like me, and the daughter will look like you.â
Fu Chen, on the side, agreed with a nod. âThatâs right. Mother, if the younger brother looks like Father, do you still have the heart to beat him?â
Feng Ruqing raised her head and looked at Nan Xianâs face for a moment before she shook her head. âI will not beat him if he looks like you, but I will do it if it doesnât look like you.â
Everyone was speechless.
Fu Chen paused and looked sympathetically at Feng Ruqingâs belly.
âYou will be born sooner or later, and if youâre a girl, itâs fine, but if youâre a boy, you will definitely have to look like Nan Xian, otherwise... Iâm afraid it will end badly.â
âIt is a little sister.â
Little Qing Han raised her hand and hugged Feng Ruqing. Her small face was filled with a bright smile. âIt must be a little sister. Itâs not a brother.â
Feng Ruqingâs face suddenly brightened up as she hugged Little Qing Han and kissed her.
âLittle Qing Han is so sweet, unlike that old man just now who has cursed me!â
Little Qing Han giggled. Her laughter was as clear as a bell, and she was so adorable.
Nan Xian frowned. âSheâs too heavy. You shouldnât hug her. It will make you feel tired.â
Qing Han was first stunned, and her eyes began to water. âMother, Father is so bad. He said Iâm heavy, but Iâve been eating lesser lately. Iâm not heavy at all.â
But as soon as she finished speaking, Feng Ruqing had already placed Little Qing Han on the ground. She rolled her wrist a little and smiled. âYou are indeed a little heavy. The state preceptor is right, Qing Han, you should lose some weight. You canât eat anymore.â