"Qingcheng, this is..."
"It's the Cliff of Forgetfulness."
Feng Lingyan's heart ached upon hearing this, and she looked around with mixed feelings. Sixteen years had passed, and she had never imagined that he would truly be like Brother Long had said, and one day he would be able to climb back up from the cliff.
master?
Kang Fulai, who was inside the carriage, was shocked when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. His hands were trembling slightly as he struggled to get out of his seat, nearly falling. Fortunately, Feng Wen, who was standing beside him, held him firmly.
"Brother, Miss Qingcheng is already busy and tired enough, so please don't come over and join in the fun and cause more trouble! If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow!"
Feng Wen looked at Kang Fulai disapprovingly, thinking to himself: This person is injured so badly, why doesn't he just stop and calm down?
Seeing this, Kang Fulai had no choice but to suppress his excitement and continue sitting in the carriage. As for Yang Aoxue and Long Yitian, who were arranged to sit with them, everything around them seemed to have nothing to do with them. They were always immersed in their own world, with only each other in their hearts and eyes.
"Xiao Qingcheng, he..."
"Achen, please take good care of him for me. It's getting late now, let's leave here first. You tell me the way and I'll drive the carriage."
Hua Qingcheng said this very solemnly. Then, facing the surprised gazes of the other men, she stepped forward, lifted Feng Lingyan from the wheelchair, and placed her in the carriage.
"Aye, Achen, Afeng, he will be our father from now on and will live with us. Please help me take care of him first."
Hua Qingcheng glanced at her three husbands, then lowered her skirt and started driving the carriage on her way.
Forgetfulness Cliff? Dad?
Hua Qingcheng's words were solemn and serious, not even a joke. Han Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, and then suddenly opened them and looked at Feng Lingyan sitting beside him in disbelief.
The moonlight was dim, and the weak light coming through the window was not enough to see the man's face clearly, but from the vague outlines of his facial features, one could still tell that he was an extremely handsome man.
"Big brother, could it be that... you are the eldest son Feng Lingyan?"
Han Yichen couldn't contain his curiosity and asked. After all, Yang Aoxue's husband, Long Yitian, had survived at the bottom of the cliff for sixteen years. Perhaps Feng Lingyan, who had fallen from the cliff, had also had some kind of fortuitous escape...
Outside the carriage, Hua Qingcheng's lips curled slightly as she heard Han Yichen's words. Her husbands were indeed very clever; they had immediately guessed Feng Lingyan's identity. But Hua Qingcheng didn't interfere with their conversation. After all, they would be living together in the future, so it would be helpful to get to know each other first and adjust to each other beforehand.
Han Yichen's words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. Not only Si Chengfeng who was sitting on the side of the carriage, but even Situ Ye who was sitting on Feng Lingyan's left side opened his mouth wide and looked at the man beside him in disbelief.
Situ Ye, who knew nothing about Hua Qingcheng's identity as a princess, was deeply puzzled. Why would his wife choose to take the eldest son of the Feng family as her father? Moreover, this was the heir of a nation. Shouldn't they report this to the Emperor and have Feng Lingyan returned to the palace?
"Yes, I... am Feng Lingyan. Are you all Qingcheng's husbands?"
Feng Lingyan glanced at the three men sitting on her left and right. Although she couldn't see their appearance clearly, she could feel that they were all people with excellent looks, temperament and good upbringing.
"I am Situ Ye, the junior, and I am Qingcheng's second husband." Situ Ye, who was sitting on Feng Lingyan's left, nodded at Feng Lingyan and introduced himself.
"My name is Han Yichen, and I'm Xiao Qingcheng's third husband. Once we get to Xuanyi Valley, you should get a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, I'll take your pulse and check your legs and feet. It's a pity that you're all alone at the bottom of the cliff. I'm sure you've suffered a lot over the past sixteen years."
Han Yichen, sitting to Feng Lingyan's right, wasn't to be outdone. He lifted his sleeve and pressed the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had been squeezed out from his acupuncture points. This was his father-in-law. Judging from the young wife's cautious attitude towards Feng Lingyan, Feng Lingyan must have a great deal of importance in her heart. He had to curry favor with her.
"You... are Young Master Feng from the General's Mansion?" Si Chengfeng, who was sitting on the side of the carriage, looked at the figure between Situ Ye and Han Yichen, his voice choked slightly.
In the General's Mansion, no one dared to mention Feng Lingyan, fearing that it would evoke the sorrow of General Feng and Master Mu. They had thought him gone, but unexpectedly, he was still there, trapped at the bottom of the Cliff of Oblivion.
"Yes, I am Feng Lingyan. You are..." Feng Lingyan looked at Si Chengfeng beside her, her eyes filled with scrutiny.
"I... am Si Lingfeng!" Si Chengfeng burst into tears unknowingly.
"Are you Afeng?"
Feng Lingyan, sitting in the center of the carriage, was overcome with emotion. He had once held this child in his arms. When Si Chengfeng was in trouble, he was only a year old. Poor Si Chengfeng, unable to stand, could only reach out for Si Chengfeng, but couldn't. Seeing this, Si Chengfeng stepped forward and knelt before Feng Lingyan, caressing his legs with heartache and looking at him with tears streaming down his face.
"I have heard about your father's affairs from Qingcheng. Afeng...you have to accept my condolences. Your father and I are close friends, and you and Qingcheng had a covenant to be married since birth. Even after so many twists and turns, you still end up together, which shows that your fate is destined. From now on, just think of me as your father." Feng Lingyan touched Si Chengfeng's head lovingly, caressed his face with great heartache, and wiped away the tears from his face.
Arranged marriage?
Han Yichen, who was listening carefully to their conversation, was stunned! He didn't expect that Si Huli and the young wife would have such a fate. It really makes people...envious!
However, the most surprised person was Situ Ye. He suddenly felt as if his brain wasn't working enough. Hua Qingcheng was just a peasant girl from Huaqiao Village, so how could she be betrothed to the eldest son of the Si family, one of the four great families?
unless……
Hua Qingcheng is not the daughter of Hua Mu and Hua Fu at all!
But...
When he thought of a possibility, Situ Ye was shocked and looked at Feng Lingyan beside him again.
"Mr. Feng, may I ask you a question?"
"You are Qingcheng's second husband, but you can say it."
"You and Qingcheng, you are..."
"Qingcheng... is my daughter who has been missing for sixteen years."
Situ Ye was stunned when his inner thoughts were confirmed.
Who could have imagined that Hua Qingcheng, the peasant girl so despised by her father, would actually be the legitimate daughter of the current emperor and Feng Lingyan? Once Hua Qingcheng recognized her ancestral roots, according to ancestral rules, she would be crowned the crown princess and the heir to the throne of the Laifeng Kingdom.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
Situ Ye lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at Hua Qingcheng who was driving the carriage with mixed feelings.
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