Chapter 1055 – A Father Knows His Child Best
“This Mr. Feng—such a kind-hearted father.”
Wan Xiuer thought about Feng Zhen’s request and her heart softened a bit.
She despised her late husband but loved children dearly.
If only the child that was lost back then had been born safely, they’d already be in their early education phase now, right?
What a pity, fate was too thin.
In the carriage, besides her, there were female soldiers who took care of her life and ensured her safety.
The female soldiers had never interacted with Feng Zhen, so they naturally didn’t know his true nature.
But people love to speculate; if they have a good impression of someone, they can’t help but add more beautiful labels to them.
Military Adviser Feng must be so wise and intelligent; he surely is a kind father too!
Unaware of the truth, Feng Yi could only say—
Hehe.
A month later, Feng Yi received a box sent from afar by his father.
Inside the box, there were no other items—just various exquisite trinkets and family letters written by Feng Zhen to Feng Yi.
Not one less, exactly twenty-four letters, each with four or five pages of thick stationery.
Feng Zhen didn’t stick to the identity of a father and often joked and played with his son.
Although this father and son saw each other infrequently, their bond was much better than many distant feudal family fathers and sons.
“Thank you, Lady.”
The still tender-faced Feng Yi expressed his gratitude to Wan Xiuer, gentle and polite, behaving with composure.
Looking at the charming young boy before her, Wan Xiuer felt an increased fondness for him.
If the son was so cute and well-mannered, his father Feng Zhen must be somewhat the same.
Alas—
If it weren’t for this chaotic world, Feng Yi would have stayed by Feng Zhen’s side, becoming an enviable father-son duo in the eyes of others.
Seeing Feng Yi’s frail appearance, which seemed a bit underdeveloped, her heart softened further.
So delicate yet not lacking spirit, like a precious jade bestowed by heaven.
Who wouldn’t like that?
Wan Xiuer chuckled, “Thank you for what? If it weren’t for Mr. Feng’s meticulous arrangements, I might not have arrived safely in Wanzhou.”
Feng Yi noticed her somewhat fatigued expression; she must have been weary from the journey.
So, he kindly asked, “Did you find a good place to stay, my lady?”
Wan Xiuer thought for a moment and shook her head.
She hadn’t found a place to settle yet.
Feng Yi replied, “If you don’t mind, you can stay at my humble abode for a few days. My father is often away, and the inner courtyard is idle; it wouldn’t trouble you to stay there. The sun is setting now, and it might not be wise to search for an inn at this hour. You’ve helped my father a great deal, and as his son, how could I neglect a benefactor? I know some people and can help you inquire about nearby houses for rent. As a lady traveling alone, it might be inconvenient. It’s better to stay temporarily at my house until you find a good rental or a long-term residence.”
Wan Xiuer blinked in surprise, looking at the little boy in front of her.
He was still shorter than her chest, yet spoke sensibly and acted with great organization—one could glimpse the future style in him.
“Is, is that not too much trouble?”
Feng Yi replied, “With my father away, there are only a few servants and maidservants at home; it’s not a bother at all.”
Wan Xiuer suddenly recalled Feng Zhen’s commission and sighed inwardly.
What a pitiful child indeed.
“In that case, this lady shall trouble you.”
Feng Yi nodded.
He asked for a leave from the Teacher at the Golden Scales Academy, skipping his afternoon riding and archery class, and led Wan Xiuer to his home.
Upon arriving at the Feng residence, Wan Xiuer felt a slight ache in her teeth—
Was she here to look after this child, or was he the one looking after her?
Feng Yi arranged an independent and quiet guest courtyard for her and sent the Steward to the Tooth Shop to pick out a maidservant to serve her and a stronger woman to handle hard chores.
In addition to these, he had some living essentials prepared and a tailor come to measure her for new clothes—
Amidst this chaotic flurry of tasks, the child seemed adept and handled everything smoothly.
The more this was the case, the more Wan Xiuer felt a pang of compassion for Feng Yi.
An obedient, sensible, and intelligent child—who wouldn’t like that!
Wan Xiuer even imagined a scene of the father being away, while the young boy bore the burdens of the household!
“Young Master, who is that lady in the guest courtyard?”
The Steward hesitantly asked.
Feng Yi broke open one of Feng Zhen’s family letters, reading it word for word.
Starting from the earliest dates, most of them expressed longing, travel experiences, and amusing anecdotes from the army.
“At his age—” Feng Yi cast a glance at the Steward, saying blandly, “He should settle down.”
The Steward was momentarily speechless.
Once again, he realized who truly held the reins of the Feng household.
“This, this—”
Feng Yi remarked, “A man of thirty should stand firm; if he still indulges in decadence, it doesn’t look right. If someone keeps him in check, that would be great!”
The Steward: “…”
Suddenly, he felt that the roles between the father and son had swapped.
Feng Yi was the one acting as the old father whose heart was shattered by a rebellious son!
“However, the master may not have that in mind—” the Steward said weakly.
Feng Yi smiled, confidently replying, “I just tested that lady, and she has a very good impression of my father, even praising him as ‘pure and virtuous, a gentleman’—Steward, tell me, if my father didn’t mean it, how could he connect with those eight characters?”
Precisely because there was intention, he was putting on the act!
The Steward finally caught on, nodding as he sighed.
This must be what people call “A Father Knows His Child Best”?
Thinking it over, the Steward didn’t realize there was anything wrong with this statement.
If Feng Zhen knew his son understood him so well, he would surely be immensely pleased.
After sending off Wan Xiuer’s carriage, he gathered his scattered thoughts and focused on the military situation.
These past few days, Huang Song and Jiang Pengji had also settled the division of the captives.
The representatives handling negotiations for Jiang Pengji were Feng Jin and Wei Ci, while those on Huang Song’s side were Cheng Jing and Nie Xun.
Thanks to Huang Song’s consent and hints, neither side was overly aggressive on this matter.
It should have been a situation where both parties could be satisfied, but someone was not pleased.
Yuan Xin became increasingly disgruntled when he heard how his lord Huang Song had made concessions, distributing captives and supplies without raising a sound. He wasn’t unhappy with Huang Song’s humility but suspected someone was favoring Jiang Pengji, like an elbow turning outward.
Who could that person be?
Yuan Xin’s thoughts instantly conjured Nie Xun’s face.
Once that thought emerged, a thorn pricked his heart.
His impression of Nie Xun was already unfavorable, and now with an added layer of distance, their relationship turned icy.
This disturbance caught Huang Song’s attention. He stepped in to mediate, and openly they reconciled, but privately their clashes intensified.
“Hmph—don’t let me catch your weaknesses.”
Yuan Xin watched Nie Xun and Meng Heng from afar, noticing the harmonious atmosphere when they spoke, and that thorn in his heart sharpened, making a cold snort escape his lips, a glimmer of icy light flashing in his eyes. Nie Xun had his back turned to Yuan Xin, so he didn’t feel it, but Meng Heng noticed.
Meng Heng naturally shifted his gaze back, appearing as normal as ever, revealing no cracks, and even bowed gratefully to Nie Xun.
“In that case, I’d trouble my sister-in-law to take care of my sister.”
