Chapter 1765 – Delighted
“That’s what I say, but as a loyal subordinate to the beloved Lord, Xu Ke naturally has to find a way to make it happen.”
He casually agreed, though inside, his heart was bleeding.
After discussing that matter, Jiang Pengji asked about the situation in Dongqing over the past two years.
Even though Xu Ke and the others sent updates regularly each month, nothing compared to firsthand knowledge. Her ability to fight worry-free on the front lines greatly relied on these loyal supporters stationed in the rear; without them, Jiang Pengji could not enjoy herself in the battlefield.
When it came to opportunities for achievements, the front lines had the most; otherwise, why would the military generals risk their necks to go to war?
Xu Ke and Feng Jin, however, were able to focus on holding the rear down securely, allowing her to have no worries, which was truly commendable.
As a mature leader, Jiang Pengji wouldn’t overlook these individuals.
Nurturing officials was like pampering house cats; every now and then, you needed to give them a pat and comfort them. Even if the rewards were minimal, they would diligently contribute.
The most disheartening thing was giving effort without receiving acknowledgment in return.
In the words of an idle person resigning from a job due to grievances, physical grievances could be endured, but the heart cannot.
Jiang Pengji praised them repeatedly, leaving Xu Ke and the others looking unimpressed on the surface, but their hearts were warmed.
Feng Jin modestly replied, “Managing the rear for the Lord is my duty; such praise is unwarranted.”
Modesty is a virtue but is also known as “showing off.”
Jiang Pengji returned later than usual; during this season, it got dark rather early. Noticing the dimming outside, she suggested letting everyone return first and bringing up any matters again tomorrow. More than twenty people bowed to leave when, all of a sudden, Jiang Pengji called out to someone.
“Zishi, stay!”
Feng Zhen’s back tensed; he inwardly thought, “Heaven is trying to ruin me!”
Feng Jin, noticing, glanced at Feng Zhen and then at Wei Ci, his expression seemingly calm but with hints of curiosity in his eyes.
“How rare! Usually, it’s Zixiao being called to stay; today, it’s Zishi instead.”
Xu Ke, being proper, tried to suppress a laugh, making his comment sound rather unserious.
Feng Jin said, “Who told Feng Zhen to be so slippery?”
Was it alright to leave early and come late?
Not getting caught was good luck; getting caught was just his fate.
Feng Jin truly didn’t want to admit that this guy would be his future in-law. Thankfully, the future son-in-law hadn’t inherited any of Feng Zhen’s bad habits.
Xu Ke chuckled, “His luck is quite poor.”
Feng Jin remarked, “I personally think he’s been so pleased lately that he’s lost his head. It’s good to let the Lord discipline him to make him come to his senses.”
What’s wrong with having a kid at that age? It’s not like he’s seventy or eighty and still chasing after a little one; look at the way he’s floating in the air!
Xu Ke was reveling in the misfortune, “I’m just worried that the Lord’s methods will scare him, leaving things for him to deal with.”
Feng Jin: “…”
As expected, workplace friendships are all fake; it’s nothing but superficial ties.
Feng Zhen, being called out to stay for the first time, finally understood what it meant to be “isolated and helpless.”
Jiang Pengji was merely trying to scare him; after about a tea’s length of time, she finally spoke. Naturally, she didn’t question Feng Zhen on why he left early. Even if Feng Zhen was a wayward son, he still had his dignity; Jiang Pengji wouldn’t lose face for her people over trivial matters.
“I heard your lady has conceived?”
Feng Zhen was taken aback, unsure how his Lord knew this.
She had just entered the city, yet she already knew such details, showing she was truly concerned.
As a result, Feng Zhen’s earlier nerves faded, replaced by warmth.
“Yes, but the doctor said it’s still early, and there were signs of a miscarriage before, so the first few months need more careful nurturing.”
Jiang Pengji congratulated Feng Zhen.
Aside from a few, most of the officials had two or more legitimate sons and daughters. Even Xu Ke, who had been separated from his wife for many years, had made a comeback with a son and two daughters. But Feng Zhen came up short, having only one son, Feng Yi. Though that son was quite capable, he could not compare to others with multiple children. In terms of sheer numbers, they were at a disadvantage, making them less resilient to risks.
If something happened to Feng Yi, Feng Zhen would become a middle-aged person without children.
“Have you thought of a name?”
Feng Zhen’s nerves tightened as he thought of his family’s questionable naming ability, his heart racing.
“Well… I don’t know whether it’s a boy or a girl; how can I name it?”
Jiang Pengji asserted, “If it’s a boy, name him Feng You; for a girl, feel free.”
Feng Zhen looked at Jiang Pengji as if he had seen a ghost.
His wife’s child was his, so why did his Lord speak as if it were hers?
Where did that place him as the child’s father!!!
Feng Zhen wanted to rise up in defiance, but his body was far too honest.
“You You? That’s actually a nice name; I thank the Lord for bestowing it on my child.”
Feng Zhen: “QAQ”
Sob sob sob (╥╯^╰╥)
Not allowing the father to experience the joy of naming felt as if the child were born in vain.
But—
Speaking of which, why does this “Feng You” sound so familiar?
Feng Zhen, being a remarkable memory, tossed and turned the rest of the night, and eventually woke up in a fright!
“Don’t let your Feng You harm my Yan Er!”
Years ago, during the wedding feast of Li Yun and Shangguan Wan, Wei Ci’s drunken words were crystal clear.
“That scared the life out of me!”
The ruckus startled Wan Xiuer awake.
“What scared you? Did you have a nightmare?” Her voice was thick with fatigue.
Feng Zhen replied, “Lady, sleep first; I just suddenly remembered that Wei Zixiao fellow is a fraud…”
Wan Xiuer looked at him with a gaze full of reproach.
With a wife like a flower sleeping next to him, this guy was having dreams about his colleague, Wei Ci, in the middle of the night?
Thinking of Wei Ci’s face, Wan Xiuer sighed.
Fine, for someone like Feng Zhen, Wei Ci’s face indeed had some lethal power.
“Sleep!”
Feng Zhen murmured, “What if he knew something back then?”
After a long while, Feng Zhen’s attention fixated on one point.
“Who is Yan Er again?”
Wan Xiuer opened her eyes and looked at her husband with curiosity.
“I wish to know who Yan Er is as well—”
Can’t a pregnant woman get a good night’s sleep! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Feng Zhen hesitated, feeling conflicted as he lay down properly, reaching out to tuck her in to prevent the cold air from getting in.
ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh
What if it really is a son—
Feng Zhen pondered, reaching out to rub Wan Xiuer’s belly, murmuring, “Feng You is fine; having a son wouldn’t be bad either.”
(＾－＾)V If Wei Ci turns out to be accurate, could my child marry the princess as a son-in-law?!
If that were the case, he would truly have struck gold!
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Pengji was thinking the same thing.
“With Feng You from Zishi’s family arriving, Zixiao must also work hard to catch up.”
The warmth of their Lord was akin to burning; it seemed capable of scalding people.
In the dark, Wei Ci let out light breaths, feeling quite helpless.
Can you not whip out that little toy before saying this?
Seeing Jiang Pengji’s stance, Wei Ci knew everyone’s thoughts about the Young Master were once again being sent to the fire as a sacrifice!
