Marquis Xuanping’s expression became complex for a moment as he sighed, "How could I forget? I chose the name myself, have you forgotten?"
Princess Xinyang glanced at him sidelong, "Is that because that’s the only character you recognize?"
Marquis Xuanping: "..."
After so many years of marriage, can’t you leave me some dignity?
Marquis Xuanping’s feelings for Xiao Hen actually developed very slowly, or more precisely, they were very complex. His first recognized legitimate son was Xiao Qing. When Princess Xinyang wanted to bring Xiao Hen to her side to raise, he was inwardly resistant.
But Princess Xinyang had just experienced the pain of losing a child, and he couldn’t bring himself to deprive her of her maternal rights at such a critical moment.
He had indeed been quite neglectful of Xiao Hen.
He wasn’t a competent father, but Princess Xinyang was an excellent mother.
She taught Xiao Hen extremely well, except for his lack of martial skills and his constant scholarly demeanor, which ran counter to his desire to turn a Miniature Xiao Ji into a great warrior. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
This child couldn’t even kill a chicken, let alone become a great warrior!
"I’ve said all I have to say, the rest is for you to think about," Marquis Xuanping said, lifting the curtain and asking Chang Jing to stop the carriage. He then got into the carriage behind and left.
"Are you going to the Princess Residence?" Chang Jing asked.
Princess Xinyang was immersed in the terrifying turmoil of the storm and didn’t hear Chang Jing’s words.
"Yes, alright then." Chang Jing talked to himself as he drove the carriage to the Princess Residence.
The Princess Residence still retained its original appearance, including the two birthing rooms from before.
She treated Marquis Xuanping with mutual respect, without interference, as was agreed upon before their grand marriage.
Marquis Xuanping said he had touched her; that was his way of taking all upon himself, but actually, it wasn’t his fault. She drank too much, and she took the wrong medicine.
Marquis Xuanping looked at her, his gaze intensifying as he asked, "Qin Fengwan, do you know what you’re doing?"
He had a reaction, but he was very restrained and calm.
Reaction is instinct; restraint is a choice.
She said, "I know, Xiao Ji, I know."
...
In reality, Marquis Xuanping hadn’t brought that Yan Country slave woman in front of her; the slave woman had come on her own.
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