Chapter 1233 – Preparing for War, Rest and Recuperation (12)
Feng Zhen’s attempt at humor earned a cold glance from his son.
“Father, be careful with your words. Changsheng is still young; how much does she understand?”
Feng Zhen mumbled, “As if you know much better, do you want me to—take you out and broaden your horizons?”
His son had already experienced a dream leak, so knowing some things in advance wouldn’t hurt.
A boy with a dream leak meant he had the ability to continue the family line.
Joking aside, Feng Zhen was aware that his son had always been weak; if he were to marry and have children, it would be better to wait until he was of age.
Feng Yi said, “Father—”
Feng Zhen replied, “What?”
“The quarter-hour is up. I’m leaving first, and we can discuss the other matters in detail when we return home.”
With that, Feng Yi rose and left, leaving behind Feng Zhen’s cool, dismissive back.
Feng Zhen: “…”
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This definitely isn’t my son!
Feng Yi lightly returned to the classroom, his expression still calm, hinting at future elegance.
He walked through the corridor, where snow-covered dwarf pines were planted. Several figures in blue and white uniforms settled by rockeries, benches, or long tables, holding bamboo slips or bamboo paper books, with crisp reading voices floating into the air—
Each time Feng Yi witnessed such a scene, his mood would lighten, as if his body became more agile.
He pushed open the paper door to the classroom, changed into clean socks and wooden clogs, and took his seat.
Not long after he sat down, a figure stealthily entered the classroom.
“What does Uncle Feng want from you?”
Changsheng, holding her textbook to shield her face, pretended to sit properly, whispering to Feng Yi.
“Father’s good fortune with Aunt Xiuer is approaching,” Feng Yi replied.
Changsheng pouted and asked, “Good fortune approaching?”
Feng Yi explained, “Once they are married, Aunt Xiuer will be the mistress. I will have to call her mother.”
Changsheng was about half a cycle younger than Feng Yi.
No matter how clever and sensible she was, there were many things she couldn’t fully comprehend.
“But, but she’s not your mother—doesn’t that mean you get another mother?”
Feng Yi said, “Yes, but Father’s happiness is a bit more important.”
Changsheng blinked, her eyes filled with confusion.
Feng Yi reasoned, “Mother has been gone for years, and Father isn’t too old. When I come of age and get married, should we really leave him to suffer alone at home? It’s better for him to find a soulmate while he’s still young, to avoid being alone in his old age. No matter how caring children are, they have their own families to care for, and a wife is more considerate. Once Father remarries, I can put my mind at ease.”
Changsheng listened in perplexity.
Clearly, she had one mother already, and now they want to bring in another stranger to be her mother. How does that feel?
She imagined—
If her father brought a stranger home as her mother, she would surely feel upset.
Feng Yi noticed her thoughts and said, “The one who will accompany me in the long run won’t be my father, and likewise, I won’t be the one accompanying him.”
Changsheng’s face scrunched up, her chubby cheeks flushing slightly.
Feng Yi couldn’t help but poke her cheek, making a small dent in her round face.
He said, “You’ll understand better once you grow up a bit.”
Changsheng sighed, “I don’t want to understand. It’s enough if Brother Feng Yi understands for me.”
Feng Yi replied, “Sure.”
When school ended, Feng Yi first escorted Changsheng, Sun Lan, and Qi Guan Jinghui back to their respective homes.
Fortunately, their residences were quite close; the farthest was just a street away, and he returned home before sunset.
After arriving home, Feng Yi summoned the steward to discuss his father’s marriage.
However—
“It seems these days, there hasn’t been much interaction between the two. Why did Father suddenly—”
The steward’s facial muscles twitched; he wasn’t sure if he should enlighten his young master about adult matters.
Feng Yi sensed something was off and pressed on, “Did something happen?”
The steward replied, “A couple of days ago, Lord Lanting bestowed some fruit wine buried last year. The master has had his eyes on that lady for a long time, so he invited Lady Wan to enjoy the snow, intending to close the distance and chat casually. Unexpectedly… that wine isn’t ordinary rice wine or clear wine; it’s strong and spicy, with a high kick. The master boasted he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and had no moderation; he carelessly drank a bit too much—”
Ordinary clear or rice wine can less easily lead to drunkenness for those with some capacity.
It was basically just slightly stronger than water.
Even a woman who never drank could handle a pot or two.
The two naive ones thought it was regular wine—
With clear moonlight and captivating snowy scenery, their drinking spirits soared, separated by just a thin layer of paper—
And they rolled into each other’s arms quite naturally.
Though it was unexpected, in wartime, moral integrity didn’t hold much weight, especially since both were unmarried; a little rendezvous was completely normal.
Lady Wan originally intended to keep this matter under wraps, but Feng Zhen seized the opportunity to propose marriage.
The former, a widow without nearby kin, could make her own decisions about her marriage.
However, Feng Zhen had a nearly grown son; if he were to remarry, opinions from Feng Yi would definitely be needed.
After hearing this, Feng Yi’s complexion darkened by a few shades.
“This is absurd!”
Even before marriage, to create a scandal by entering a woman’s boudoir? Father is really something!
The steward remained silent, seemingly ignoring Feng Yi’s furious scolding of his father’s foolishness.
Sons shouldn’t criticize their fathers; no matter how badly Feng Zhen behaved, according to current social norms, Feng Yi shouldn’t demean him like this.
After calming down, Feng Yi instructed the steward to fetch the private and public ledgers from Feng Zhen’s treasury.
It’s best to get her married soon; otherwise, it could lead to serious trouble.
The steward wasn’t particularly worried—
“Master only had his young master after several years of marriage, after all—”
Due to Feng Zhen’s inherent frailty, it had affected Feng Yi.
Moreover, Feng Zhen had dabbled in Cold Food Powder for a while; although he had stopped and diligently nurtured his body for years, there were still some effects.
One shot success?
Not likely!
I heard Lady Wan also has some health issues; if the two get carried away, the chances aren’t too high.
Feng Yi replied, “But there’s no telling that it couldn’t happen.”
Understanding one’s father better than anyone, given Feng Zhen’s temperament, it was just as likely that he might indulge in a whirlwind adventure.
Once won’t do; if it happens multiple times, it’s very likely they’ll hit the jackpot.
The steward had no retort.
What the young master said was quite reasonable!
With the Golden Scales Academy’s winter break approaching, Feng Yi had plenty of time every day to prepare for his father’s and stepmother’s marriage.
He was busy as a bee, leaving the two involved parties quite useless.
Lady Wan, unlike Feng Zhen, was a bit bashful.
Feng Zhen remarked, “No need to worry—just let him practice for now; it’ll make it easier to marry the daughter from the Feng family later and save me the trouble.”
Lady Wan: “…”
The son hasn’t knocked some sense into this old man yet? He’s definitely his own flesh and blood!
