"..." If speechlessness had a shape, then Lu Xingjian would definitely want to flick Yan Ge'er's head.
He forcefully suppressed the urge.
If his son is so imaginative, what if he flicks his son's forehead and turns him into an idiot, making him completely out of control?
I only have one son, so I'll cherish him and teach him slowly.
His wife's mental state is enough to give him a lot of worry.
If I were to have a mentally challenged son, would I even be able to live?
Yan Ge'er was clearly unaware of the complex paternal love in his father's heart, and was still immersed in his fantasy of sealing the wolf and residing in the Xu.
However, he quickly became dejected.
If he were like his father, with such poor martial arts skills that he almost shot his mother to death... it wouldn't seem like a very honorable thing.
He can't just study books; learning martial arts and archery is the most important thing.
You have to be better than your father!
Lu Xingjian was still reeling from the shock of Xiao Bin's background.
His eyes pierced Su Wanwan several times, like knives.
This is such an important matter, and this wretched woman has been keeping it from me all this time?
Su Wanwan was baffled?
What did I do?
Night had fallen, and Qingning Palace was finally enveloped in tranquility.
Yan Ge'er rolled over on his carved and lacquered little bed, mumbling incoherently as he went:
"...Kill...shoot more accurately than your father...seal the wolf's lair..."
The little fist made a hollow wave in the air and then landed on the soft brocade quilt before the child fell into a deep sleep, breathing long and steady.
Only after confirming that his son was completely asleep did Lu Xingjian gently lower his hand from tucking the blanket around him.
He returned to his bedroom, and the gentleness and helplessness he had deliberately maintained when facing his son vanished instantly, leaving only a cold solemnity.
His gaze turned heavily to Su Wanwan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, slowly combing her hair.
The flickering candlelight cast dappled shadows on her pale face, highlighting the lingering weariness and aloofness in her eyes.
Lu Xingjian stared at her, his gaze like a blade dipped in an icy pool, silent yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"You already knew about Xiao Bin's background?"
Su Wanwan's eyes flickered slightly, "I only remembered today."
Lu Xingjian's tall figure almost completely enveloped Su Wanwan in shadow.
The emotions surging in his eyes were like the sea before a storm, suppressing a terrifying power.
He approached step by step, and Su Wanwan could even feel the tense, angry heat emanating from him.
"You deliberately kept it from me before?"
The voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, each word carrying an unbelievable chill, like a heavy hammer striking Su Wanwan's heart.
He spoke the word "deliberately" with extraordinary difficulty, as if his tongue was stained with the metallic taste of blood.
Su Wanwan felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight up to the top of her head.
Lu Xingjian's behavior was completely different from his usual affectionate and gentle manner towards her.
"Calm down," she reminded him, frowning.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones.
Calm down, how do I calm down?
Xiao Bin, whom he had always been extremely concerned about, actually harbored such a huge secret.
His wife, who shared his bed, never even thought of telling him.
She wanted to elope with Xiao Bin and cried bitterly for him.
What do you take him for?
When he committed suicide in the tiger cage, what were Xiao Bin's feelings when he looked at him?
Coward?
A defeated opponent?
He originally thought that he was of noble birth and was naturally superior to Xiao Bin.
This gave him a strange sense of superiority.
Now I suddenly realize that Xiao Bin and he are cousins.
Xiao Bin's father, like Yan Ge'er, had no interest in the throne.
A tremendous sense of frustration overwhelmed me.
"Wanwan, what do you take me for? Do you think I'm a fool to be fooled?"
The sharp pain in her wrist made Su Wanwan gasp.
But what hurt even more was the sharp accusation and undisguised disappointment in his words.
She didn't actually know why she was hiding this.
Perhaps they felt that Lu Xingjian wasn't trustworthy enough.
Her head was still spinning, and she didn't have much energy to argue with Lu Xingjian, so she tried her best to keep the peace.
"I treat you like the emperor."
"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; how dare I tell you everything?"
"It's perfectly normal to leave yourself a way out, and to leave Xiao Bin a way out."
Lu Xingjian seemed to be stung by her words; his eyes turned bloodshot, and his shoulders slumped.
"So you never believe me, you'd rather believe him."
They all knew that "he" referred to Xiao Bin.
Su Wanwan hadn't had time to process the complex emotions she felt towards Xiao Bin before falling silent for a moment.
Lu Xingjian is right.
Xiao Bin never hurt her.
Instead, they always appeared when she needed them most, helping her and saving her from danger.
"Humans have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm."
"Compared to you, Xiao Bin makes me feel safer."
Lu Xingjian released her wrist, which had been pinched red, and grasped her delicate shoulders.
"And now?"
Do you still think that way now?
Su Wanwan reached out to stroke his chiseled face, her eyes gentle: "What do you think?"
Lu Xingjian recalled how he and his wife had spent time together recently, and felt inexplicably more at ease.
He could feel Wanwan's tenderness and love for him.
These days, aside from the busy political affairs, the three of them are enjoying a warm and sweet life together.
Su Wanwan sighed softly.
She felt immense guilt towards Xiao Bin.
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