Chapter 425

Ning Chengyan's Adam's apple twitched as he looked at the woman before him; at some point moonlight fell, shining on her skin that could be shattered by a blow, and he gazed at her brows and eyes like a painting.

"How are you seducing?" his voice low, with an inexplicable oppression.

Even so, he did not want to move her, nor hurt her; his fist clenched tightly, his chest ached violently, and his eyes were completely red.

Seducing…

Xige! I will slaughter you!

Jiang Yunchu looked at him like this; the veins on her neck were clearly visible, the hand holding her waist had already clenched into a fist, yet he did not move her…

He did not move her out of shame and anger, nor did he do anything extreme; such Ning Chengyan left her stunned and somewhat surprised.

"I didn't kiss him, I just massaged his legs and shoulders; he pulled me to sit on him and touched his Adam's apple…"

Not knowing why, looking at his restrained eyes, she unconsciously wanted to explain a couple of things, and she did so.

At that moment, a hand grasped hers, its palm sweaty, dampening the back of her hand.

Then he took her hand and placed it on his own neck; the protruding Adam's apple moved in her palm, and he said, "Yun chu, don't touch his, touch mine; mine looks better."

……

Those words, almost like a coquettish plea, struck Jiang Yunchu's mind; no man had ever let her touch his Adam's apple like this, nor had anyone ever said such words to her.

Moreover, his gaze made Jiang Yunchu suddenly feel that, at least at this moment, he liked her.

"Mo Mo is my vice general's child."

"Yue Yue…"

Before the words were finished, a chaotic footsteps sounded outside, but the target was not here, rather another place.

"Feng Sujin, how long will you be willful?" Feng Qing looked at his sister, face full of frustrated anger; even if the Great Prince were wonderful, for a woman he would cause turmoil throughout the city.

"Even if the Third Prince were not good, he at least controls the royal city; how can this sister not see through?"

Feng Sujin rode on horseback, looking at her brother behind her, "Big brother, this is the last time I'll call you like this; don't force me."

Her gaze was icy; she heard her big brother repeatedly say he loved her, yet she sold herself to the Third Prince, taking her future to exchange for the Feng family's glory—is that love?

Such love, Feng Sujin does not cherish.

"Feng Sujin, if you leave, the Feng family will no longer have this person." Feng Qing also grew angry.

Feng Sujin had been cherished by elders since childhood, enjoying everything the family offered; yet when it came time for her to contribute, she questioned the family.

Indeed, she was spoiled rotten by her parents.

Having suffered a bit outside, she naturally knows this brother of hers is doing it for her own good.

The siblings' farce made them each swallow a mouthful of glass shards.

"Jiang Yunchu, I will not force you; the Regent Prince's Manor has always been your home—come if you wish, leave if you wish."

Ning Chengyan had thought about this for a long time; since leaving Ning Jing, he has been in pain.

He knew his feelings had moved; when he was young, he promised Ying Ying's older sister that he would care for her baby, and at that time Yun chu was still in Ying Ying's sister's womb.

But who could have imagined that fate would turn, and in his unawareness he married Yun chu?

He had thought of caring for her, letting her live without worry, but when he was unprepared, she stormed into that manor and also into his heart.

That night the moon was so high, so bright; seeing her clutch her stomach and painfully turn over, he could not help but think of ways, seeing her yearning for the battlefield, that fervent gaze.

"Follow me; there is only one choice—to go onto the battlefield."

"When a young war god falls, Da Ning will have ten, a hundred young war gods rising."

"Those words, resounding like they struck the ground, seemed full of power."

Love arises unknown.

When they met, it was rare; when they interacted, she avoided him like a fierce tiger, that look of resistance he always knew.

Although he did not know the reason, he knew she despised him.

"Now… can you tell me the reason?" Ning Chengyan had never known; they had never met, even if he deceived her, he himself did not initially know he had a princess consort.

Jiang Yunchu withdrew her gaze, looking at the man before him; he was disguised, seeming twenty years older, yet his eyes were indeed familiar to her—no, not familiar; she felt she had never really looked at him properly.

"You say Mo Mo is your vice general's child?" She was doubtful, but according to the Imperial Noble Consort's nature, this child should be Ning Chengyan's.

What story is behind this?

Ning Chengyan had no need to lie; such a lie would be too easily exposed.

"Yes, my vice general died for me; his wife committed suicide before me, leaving only Mo Mo as a child; I swear he is my Ning Chengyan's child, the Young Master of the Regent Prince's Manor."

Ning Chengyan recalled that time: the vice general died, his wife clung to his corpse begging Ning Chengyan to take in Ning Hanmo, then she used the vice general's own dagger to kill herself.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the vice general's face red, also reddening his eyes.

He bound Ning Hanmo behind him, whipped his horse to speed, sent him to Ning Jing, and told the Imperial Noble Consort, this is his child.

He needed to guard the Great North; there he was indispensable, yet he could not bring a child, for that would only harm the child.

"I never intended to marry, nor did I expect to have a princess consort; Mo Mo will always be my child." Ning Chengyan only then explained it clearly.

"And Yue Yue?" Jiang Yunchu kept looking at him; she believed Mo Mo's origin was true, words could deceive, but how could the sorrow in his eyes be feigned?

"Yue Yue's father is my close friend."

「They, a married couple, had a special status, were hunted by Zhongzhou, secretly gave the child to me, asking me to protect her life. 」 Ning Chengyan's voice was very low, the two people were close together, he could even smell the fragrance on the Young Princess Consort.

「I'll just repeat the old trick... 」

Fine, I understand.

Now there's no need for explanation; the Imperial Noble Consort directly thinks it's his child, after all, there's already a precedent.

One is also to be raised, two are also to be raised, they came together.

Jiang Yunchu felt somewhat amused and exasperated, looking at this man, he really is clueless about romance.

"Why didn't you say so before?" She felt a bit doubtful; she had said it before, even scolded him many times, but he never explained, not even a word.

Upon mentioning this, Ning Chengyan also felt somewhat wronged; that appearance, which no one could recall in a crowd, now his mouth corners drooped with a sense of grievance.

"I'm scared." A big man, yet he said three words.

Scared?

He's scared of a hammer!