Chapter 91: This Is Truly Miss Ye's Son!

Just quite excited.

Fu San was astonished.

Pouting, you just keep being as stubborn as a dead duck!

Dislike—can you drive someone away and then be filled with regret?

Dislike—can you lock yourself up and sulk alone?

Everyone at Guoshi Fu can see it!

Fu Hanxiu pressed his lips.

The words just now were like a stress response. Yet now, recalling Fu San's words, he realized that somehow, from an unknown moment, his emotions had been involuntarily influenced by Ye Qingran.

This was absolutely beyond his expectations.

In this lifetime, such unplanned events have occurred three times in total.

The first time, he was schemed against and a child entered his life;

The second time, a female sky‑bandit stole his purity;

The third time, he fell in love with a woman.

Facing such an "accident," Fu Hanxiu, like a drowning person, instinctively wanted to flee.

He told himself he was mistaken, yet his feelings repeatedly proved otherwise!

"Ye Qingran…" he whispered her name softly, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his dark eyes.

It is night

A full moon hangs high, the stars glitter.

A figure silently drifted onto the high wall of Ting Yu Xuan in the night.

Bathed in the pale silver moonlight, one could vaguely discern that this nocturnal prowler scaling the wall was none other than the highly esteemed Emperor Sovereign of Western Extremity Zhu Lu Zhi Dian.

Fu San couldn't help but roll a few White Eyes below.

Thinking, "Your Majesty, won't you admit you've fallen for Miss Ye?"

Dislike—would you be gloomy for days?

Dislike—could you commit such wall‑scaling thievery?

"Alas, Your Majesty has fallen!"

Who could have imagined that their fearsome Emperor Sovereign of Western Extremity Zhu Lu Zhi Dian would fall for a woman whose name is now lost to history in a minor Central Region kingdom?

Though sighing, Fu San's eyes couldn't hide his interest at all.

Having grown accustomed to the arrogant ways of the Heaven's Pride Maidens of Western Extremity, he instead found Ye Qingran fresh and refined; making her the Empress of their Western Extremity Zhu Lu Zhi Dian would be a fine choice.

The lights in the room have all gone out; she must be asleep by now, right?

Some Emperor Sovereign's gaze fell deeply upon a spot, which turned out to be Ye Qingran's bedroom.

Squeak~

At that moment, the door of the adjacent room opened gently, and a tiny figure stepped out.

It is Fu Qianchen.

Even on a pitch‑black night, he still cautiously wore a mask.

Fu Qianchen shuffled on his short stubby legs, burdened with thoughts, pacing to the stone table beneath the old locust tree, leapt onto a stone stool, his little legs wobbling, his tiny hands propping his head.

He tilted his head slightly upward, gazing at the new moon overhead.

On the neighboring locust tree, the mysterious moon silver wolf Xiao Yin was startled awake; in the night it opened its eerie green eyes, a surge of fierce aura flashing for an instant, then receding upon seeing Fu Qianchen, turning into a familiar gentleness.

It blinked a few times, Xiao Yin lowered its head, closed its eyes, and continued its long dream.

Fu Qianchen sighed.

The events of the past few days left him very tangled.

On one hand, he missed Father Lord and wanted to see him; on the other, he feared the domineering Father Lord would, as before, ignore his objections and send him back to Western Extremity Zhu Lu Zhi Dian.

He can't bear to part with Piao Liang Niangqin!

Here, he is very happy. It is the happiest, most carefree time he has had in years, as if a long‑cherished dream had become reality.

Yet likewise, he is a sensible child who knows filial piety comes first, and he does not wish to disappoint Father Lord's earnest expectations!

How can one find a way to honor both, to not betray Father Lord nor mother?

"Ye Miss's son is so interesting, staying up late, admiring the moon here, acting like a little adult, sighing and lamenting,"

Fu San chuckled, completely unaware that when Your Majesty saw Fu Qianchen, those midnight‑dark eyes were filled with shock.

However, the Emperor Sovereign, after all, is the Emperor Sovereign; his emotions never show on his face.

This child is not Ye Qingran's son, but his son, Fu Qianchen!

But how did Fu Qianchen end up at Ye Qingran's place?

Fu Hanxiu's midnight‑like eyes were dim and inexplicable.

He suddenly recalled that last time at Lin Jiang Ge, Ye Qingran called the two children out; only one emerged, while the other claimed a stomach upset and never showed up…

Presumably, the one who fled was indeed Fu Qianchen, right?

In that case, Ye Qingran does indeed have two children after all?

Fu Hanxiu also recalled that day Fu San said he saw Fu Qianchen, but what was brought back in the end was Mo Xiaohu.

It seems they swapped identities while Fu San was distracted.

Everything seems to make sense!

Fu Hanxiu's exterior was calm, yet his heart had weathered countless raging storms.

What a coincidence that his son would meet Ye Qingran, then linger here, even refusing his own biological father!

How could he, as a father, not understand his own son's nature?

With such an aloof, hard-to-handle nature, how could Ye Qingran have subdued him?

If it were usual, upon catching his runaway son, he would surely put on a stern face, go up and give him a scolding, then have someone send him back to the Peak of Contending for Deer for stricter discipline.

But now, under his current state of mind, he is unwilling to do so.

He was worried about how to mend his relationship with Ye Qingran, and his son seemed to have become a decent bridge.

"He is Fu Qianchen."

"Oh."

Fu San nodded absentmindedly.

After turning those words over in his mind once, he almost bit his own tongue.

"What, what?!"

Fu San simply couldn't believe his own ears.

This child is not Miss Ye's son, but their young master?!

Because he was excited, he almost leaked his aura, which the Xuan Yue Yinlang and Fu Qianchen noticed.

"Your Majesty, you haven't made a mistake, have you?"

"What do you say?"

Fu Hanxiu shot a cold glance his way, and Fu San had no choice but to steel himself and explain: "Last time I also thought he was the young master, but I still got it wrong?"

"That's because you're stupid."

Fu San: "……"

You are my master; whatever you say is right.

Since Fu Hanxiu said so, Fu San naturally wouldn't doubt it.

At that moment, the room door opened again, and a small figure emerged in a sleeping robe, rubbing his sleepy eyes; his gaze swept across the courtyard and finally came to rest on Fu Qianchen.

Both Fu Hanxiu's and Fu San's gazes were drawn to him.

Fu San opened his mouth, looking utterly stunned: "This is truly Miss Ye's son!"

The one sitting there wearing a mask really is the young master!

Fu San glanced at Mo Xiaohu, then at Fu Hanxiu, and said somewhat bewilderedly: "Your Majesty, I still feel that Miss Ye's son bears some resemblance to you."

Is it his illusion?

"Fu Qianchen, what are you doing up here in the middle of the night?"

The just-awakened Mo Xiaohu spoke in a soft, childish voice, tinged with drowsiness.

Sensing the movement behind him, Fu Qianchen turned around, startled, as if he hadn't expected Mo Xiaohu to come out as well.

Shaking his head, Fu Qianchen muttered: "Xiao Hu, I can't sleep."

"Are you missing your father?"

"Yes. But I find it harder to part with my pretty mother."

Although Mo Xiaohu cannot truly share that feeling, he can understand this sentiment. Now, whoever dares to separate him from his beautiful mother will have to answer to him.