Feng Guang absentmindedly fiddled with a potted flower on the table and said casually, “So what?”
“That’s why… I’m begging Your Highness to save my child,” Feng Miyin suddenly knelt. Her tone was calm, neither servile nor overbearing, but her face was full of pleading.
Feng Guang was startled and instinctively took a step back. “What are you talking about?”
“Your Highness may not know,” Feng Miyin said, clutching the handkerchief in her hand, tension showing despite her composure. “Feng Liu is only five, but he’s clever and playful. When I came here for the marriage alliance, I secretly had someone bring him along to Gengliu. I don’t know how he managed to offend Si Jia, but he suddenly disappeared. And the only one capable of something like that… is Si Jia.”
She knew exactly what kind of person Si Jia was. Others might think the two of them were friends, but she understood—Si Jia didn’t even know what “friendship” meant. He just went along with what others called it.
That wasn’t to say Si Jia was someone who followed the crowd—rather, as long as he didn’t find something objectionable, he didn’t mind pretending to be a person with normal emotions.
Feng Guang took a moment to process Feng Miyin’s words. The initial shock faded, and she steadied herself. Playing dumb, she asked, “You’re saying… you have a child?”
“…Yes. I have a child. His name is Feng Liu.” Feng Miyin knew this confession would stir up trouble, but she had no other choice. She couldn’t find Si Jia, and she was a mother who worried about her son.
Feng Guang followed up: “So you were married in Liu Bi Kingdom?”
“No.”
“Then… Feng Liu is your illegitimate child?”
“…Yes,” Feng Miyin admitted awkwardly. “I don’t know who the father is.”
That night, she had gotten drunk at a brothel and ended up in a room with a man who was also drunk. One thing led to another, and Feng Liu was the result. As for the man’s face… she’d never seen it.
At that, Feng Guang voiced a question that had puzzled her for a long time. “I’ve always wondered—why would someone choose to give birth to a child when they don’t even know who the father is? Didn’t it ever occur to you that the man might’ve been a scoundrel or some hideous guy with a face full of warts?”
It’s true—every time she read stories where the heroine had a child after a one-night stand, she always found it baffling. Sure, the readers knew the man was some cold, powerful, insanely handsome male lead… but the heroine didn’t know that!
Feng Miyin’s expression twisted at Feng Guang’s blunt question, and then Feng Guang added, “And even after you had that… indescribable encounter with a stranger, didn’t it ever occur to you to buy emergency contraception… or a birth prevention decoction?”
Just in case the other woman didn’t understand modern terms like “morning-after pill,” she thoughtfully used an ancient phrasing.
Feng Miyin looked even more uncomfortable. The truth was… she hadn’t considered any of that. Once she realized she was pregnant, it just felt like fate. She gave birth without really thinking things through.
Feng Guang stared at her, speechless. When no answer came, she gave a blank look and muttered, “Alright, get up already. If someone sees this, they’ll think I’m bullying you.”
“Your Highness, I’m still begging you—please, save my child.” Feng Miyin refused to rise. Her face was beautiful and grief-stricken enough to move any man’s heart.
Unfortunately, Feng Guang wasn’t a man. She replied, “You’re asking me to save your child, but I don’t even know where Si Jia is. How am I supposed to save anyone?”
The truth was, since waking up, she hadn’t seen Si Jia at all. No one around her had even mentioned his name. It was like he had vanished from her life completely.
Feng Guang didn’t know whether it was because he was too ashamed to face her… or because he simply didn’t want to.