After returning to the Phoenix Prince's Mansion, Feng Qinghuang and Feng Qingyun went directly to the main courtyard to report that they were safe and sound.
When Murong Wan saw the little snowballs in the two people's arms, her eyes lit up. She quickly threw the little purple one in her arms to Feng Qingcang and ran to Feng Qingyun's side, taking the little snowball in his arms into her own.
Feng Qingcang sighed. His wife seemed to fall in love with every guy she met, and he didn't know where she learned it from. To make matters worse, his daughter kept bringing these little things home, turning their house into a veritable zoo.
Moreover, my wife is spending more and more time with the pets these days, and she's almost forgotten about him. If I hadn't insisted, she probably would be sleeping with them.
Murong Wan: "Oh my, Huang'er, did your master find this for you? It's so cute! Are these two the same breed?"
Feng Qinghuang smiled and looked at Murong Wan: "Yes, Mother, these are two little snow lions. The one I'm holding is called Little Dumpling, and the one with a black spot on its tail is called Little Round. The snow lion entrusted them to me to take care of the cubs while she goes to find her husband."
Murong Wan chuckled: "Huang'er, why are you talking about their mother like she's a person? Can she even communicate with you?"
Feng Qinghuang nodded: "Yes, yes."
Feng Qingyun quickly replied, "Those are Huang'er's friends on the mountain. We often interact with them, so sometimes Huang'er can roughly understand what they mean from their actions."
Feng Qingyun didn't want to hide it from her mother; she just didn't know how to explain Huang'er's talent.
Murong Wan nodded: "Oh, I see. Okay, then let's keep them all. They're so cute."
Murong Wan was easy to talk to, but Feng Qingcang was not so easily fooled. However, Feng Qingcang did not argue at this moment.
"Mother, please teach me how to raise cubs, I don't know how."
Murong Wan pulled Feng Qinghuang's hand: "Come on, Mother will take you now. Feeding the cubs is no different from feeding a child..."
After the mother and daughter went inside, Feng Qingcang walked to Feng Qingyun's side and gestured for him to tell the truth.
Feng Qingyun spread her hands: "I don't know what happened either. Anyway, Huang'er can communicate with magical beasts and pets. I saw it with my own eyes. Maybe it's some kind of technique that her master taught her."
Feng Qingcang asked, "Who else knows?"
"Just the few of us who went up the mountain this time."
Feng Qingcang nodded: "Very good. Keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone unless absolutely necessary."
Feng Qingyun patted her father's shoulder: "Don't worry, no outsiders know. Besides, Huang'er isn't stupid, she won't tell everyone who asks. Also, Father, Rong Qi already knows that Huang'er's master is his uncle, so the Emperor will definitely be looking for you tomorrow. You need to be mentally prepared."
Feng Qingcang said nonchalantly, "So what if he knows? It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. Besides, I didn't know from the beginning either. I only found out when he came a few days ago. How could His Majesty blame me?"
Feng Qingyun asked in confusion, "Then why did Father and Mother agree to let Huang'er's master take her away?"
Feng Qingcang recalled: "When your sister was first born, she was very weak and no doctor could help her. Later, a wandering Taoist priest came to our door and told us that Huang'er should be sent to Wuji Mountain to recuperate, and that we should not see her for the first ten years. For Huang'er's health, we had no choice but to agree."
“We left Huang’er at the foot of the mountain, but we were still not at ease and kept an eye on her from a distance. It wasn’t until a five or six-year-old child took Huang’er away. Ten years later, when your sister was old enough to go down the mountain, we would occasionally bring her back to stay for a few days before sending her back. You know what happened after that.”
Feng Qingyun understood. So that's how it was? When he was little, he thought his sister was lost and made a big fuss about it for a long time. In the end, his parents told him that his sister had gone to recuperate, and he finally calmed down.
"Who is that wandering scholar? How could he know that sending Huang'er up the mountain would cure her?"
Feng Qingcang shook his head: "He must be a reclusive master. If we meet again, he will surely be a distinguished guest of the royal palace."
"Now that you're back, just stay home and prepare for your wedding. There's not much time left."
Feng Qingyun nodded: "Don't worry, Father, everything is almost ready. We just need to check it over and see if there's anything we've overlooked."
"Yes, it's good that you care."
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