Feng Jin furrowed her brows slightly, lost in deep thought. Did Feng Yunping intend to personally escort Sun Shi's body back to be buried in the Feng family's ancestral grave?
Or would they share the same tomb a hundred years from now? Truly, their marital love was deep, a pair of devoted spouses.
"Prime Minister Feng has served as Prime Minister for ten years. His utmost concern is his reputation and honor. Naturally, he will not allow the matter of Sun Shi being a spy to be exposed, lest it tarnish the reputation he has painstakingly built over the years. He definitely will not let this happen."
"You just wait and see the show. Tomorrow, Prime Minister Feng will surely bring Sun Shi back and bury her quickly."
Having served in the same court as Feng Yuanping for many years, Ling Mohan could make an educated guess. Moreover, Feng Yuanping was preparing to retire and return to his hometown. He would absolutely not permit Sun Shi's affairs to cause any impact on him.
"Feng Yuanping, that old fox, will certainly not escalate the matter. He'll be glad to suppress it. I just don't know if Sun Shi told Feng Ruoyan that she is not Feng Yuanping's biological daughter. If she did, I don't know what choice Feng Ruoyan would make."
However, Sun Shi was already dead. Feng Yuanping was still Feng Ruoyan's nominal father, and the identity of the Prime Minister's daughter held immense advantages for Feng Ruoyan.
Any intelligent person would not choose to fall out with Feng Yuanping. It remains to be seen what Feng Ruoyan will do.
"Enough, no more idle speculation. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. If something truly happens, it's not something I can prevent. The immediate priority is to rest early."
Feng Jin yawned, and sleepiness washed over her. Her eyelids, unwilling to cooperate, began to flutter.
"I'm really too sleepy. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to sleep."
She had been bustling around all day, without even a moment to sit and rest. She was so exhausted she couldn't hold on any longer. Too lazy to wash up, her head barely touched the pillow before she fell into a deep sleep.
Ling Mohan's brows were tightly knitted, his mind a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. "You said..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Feng Jin sleeping soundly. The words he was about to speak were swallowed back, and a faint smile touched his lips. He reached out, tucked her in, and after watching over her for a while, he quietly left.
...
"Mama... Mama..."
Da Bao's voice echoed in Feng Jin's ears. Several times she tried to open her eyes, but was defeated by her drowsiness, murmuring vaguely, "Good boy... let me sleep a little longer..."
"Mama... Mama..." Da Bao continued to call, reaching out and nudging the sleeping Feng Jin.
In contrast, Er Bao sat calmly on a chair, watching Da Bao's antics with quiet amusement, waiting to see how their mother would deal with him when she woke up.
Da Bao seemed determined not to give up until Feng Jin was awake, continuing to jump on her.
"What exactly do you want, you brat? Do you really want a spanking?"
Her sleepiness completely gone, Feng Jin sat up in bed in annoyance. She grabbed Da Bao, who was trying to escape, and pretended to be fierce, giving his behind two light spanks.
"You brat, do you have to make trouble when I'm sleeping? You're asking for it!"
"Mama... it hurts... it hurts..."
Da Bao, quick-witted, immediately began to beg for mercy, afraid of further punishment.
Feng Jin's heart softened. Although she hadn't used any real force, hearing Da Bao's plea, she stopped and picked him up.
"Will you dare to cause trouble again, you little rascal?"
She gently poked Da Bao's forehead. This brat was far from being worry-free.
Then she looked at Er Bao, so steady at such a young age, requiring no worry at all. They were twins, born of the same mother, yet their personalities were so different.
"Mama... it was... Daddy... let me..."
Da Bao said, sniffling and looking very wronged, almost to the point of shedding tears.
"Your father sent you to call me?"
Da Bao was still young and spoke brokenly, but Feng Jin could still grasp the general meaning.
It must be Ling Mohan again, unwilling to call her himself, and sending Da Bao instead. How excessive.
Da Bao nodded like a pecking chicken and repeated, "It was Daddy..."
"You two stay in the room and eat some snacks. Mama will go find your father."
Feng Jin called Cai Qing to watch the two little ones and stepped out to find Ling Mohan. She wanted to ask Ling Mohan personally what his intentions were, not even letting her get a full night's sleep.
After Feng Jin left, a triumphant smile appeared on Da Bao's lips. Since Daddy wasn't playing with him earlier, he'd make Mama deal with him now.
Da Bao took a bite of the pastry, finding it increasingly addictive. He ate another piece and didn't forget to offer one to Er Bao: "Eat... delicious..."
Er Bao ignored the pastry Da Bao offered, giving Da Bao a look of slight disdain. His mouth was full of pastry, and crumbs clung to his lips.
"Young Master Da, Young Master Er doesn't like sweets. Would Young Master Er like some porridge? This servant can have the small kitchen make some for you."
Cai Qing cautiously asked Er Bao's opinion. Everyone in the mansion knew that while Young Master Da was lively and adorable, and the most beloved, Young Master Er was the most difficult to serve, his thoughts hard to fathom.
Everyone in the mansion also said that Young Master Er was a miniature version of the Young General, his personality exactly the same as the Young General's.
Er Bao nodded slightly in agreement. He didn't have the same strong preferences for food as his gluttonous brother and was content with simple white porridge to fill his stomach.
"Then this servant will have the small kitchen prepare it."
She dared not ask further what kind of porridge he wanted, so she would have the kitchen make a variety of porridges, and see which one the young master preferred.
...
"Your subordinate greets the Young Madam." Lu Shi, guarding outside the study, hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting upon seeing Feng Jin. What was going on today? The two young masters had left not long ago, and now the Young Madam had arrived.
"Is the Young General inside?"
"The Young General is in the study..."
Feng Jin, certain Ling Mohan was inside, directly pushed the door open and walked in. Her gaze immediately fell upon Ling Mohan, who was sitting there. She strode towards him angrily, her eyes fixed on him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ling Mohan's back felt a prickle of unease under Feng Jin's intimidating gaze. He couldn't help but ask Feng Jin the reason. He didn't think he had offended her.
"You sent Da Bao to wake me up?"
Ling Mohan instinctively shook his head and denied it. "No, but he did come to see me this morning..."