TSFLIP Chapter 692

Suva paused for a moment—her question had come too suddenly. But soon, he gave a faint smile.
“Why would Fengguang ask me that?”

“I just thought of it all of a sudden. Didn’t we last night…? So I wondered—what if I really did end up with a child?” Fengguang’s cheeks flushed, her eyes shy yet full of expectation, as if she were truly looking forward to having one.

“We won’t have children,” he said calmly.

“Why?” Her hand tightened imperceptibly around the spoon, her heart racing with anxiety over what he might say next.

“Because…” Suva’s gaze grew distant, and after a pause, his voice carried a trace of regret. “Fengguang, I’m sorry. Years ago, while studying medicine, I accidentally ingested a poison. Because of that… I can’t give you a child.”

Fengguang froze at his answer, stunned into silence. Yet deep down, she refused to believe him.

His hand brushed gently across her cheek, the faint gloom in his flawless face enough to stir sympathy in anyone who looked at him. “I told you this on the day we were married. It’s just that you’ve forgotten so much now. If this troubles you, then perhaps we can…”

“What can we?” She lifted her gaze, hope flickering in her eyes—hoping desperately that he would say, Then we can part ways.

Instead, he smiled. “We can adopt. Whether boy or girl, as long as it’s a child you like, I’ll find one for you.”

Her lips pressed together, silence stretching long. If he was willing to adopt, then why… why was he so opposed to having a child of his own?

She couldn’t understand. There was always a difference between one’s own child and someone else’s. Even if tragedy struck, even if she lost that child… it wouldn’t be unbearable. Would it?

Suva’s smile deepened. “If you truly like children, I can choose one for you right now.”

“No…” Fengguang shook her head. “I only mentioned it casually. Honestly… I think just the two of us living together is quite enough.”

“Yes,” Suva said warmly. “Just you and me—that’s more than enough.”

He looked perfectly content. But Fengguang’s heart went cold.

They did not remain long in the Celestial Palace. After bidding farewell to the Heavenly Emperor and Empress, they returned to Weiming Residence.

In the courtyard, beneath the osmanthus tree, Fengguang sat on a stone bench. The untouched pastries before her grew cold, and the handkerchief in her hand had been twisted into a wrinkled mess. Her mind replayed the pained restraint in her mother’s expression when she left, and the silent heaviness in her father’s gaze. At their first meeting, she hadn’t understood. But now, she did.

They knew.

They knew she was trapped by Suva, held beside him for his own purposes. Yet their love for her had seemed so real, so sincere. If that was the case, then why had her father and mother allowed her to remain confined at Suva’s side?

There was only one answer. Even the Heavenly Emperor and Empress—the most exalted beings in all three realms—could not stand against Suva.

Fengguang thought back to the original text. The novel’s descriptions of the Heavenly Realm had always been sparse, and there had never been any mention of Suva at all… So just what was he, really?

The so-called “author’s omniscient perspective” had already been rendered useless. Now, all she could do was rack her brain for a way—any way—to wake System-kun.

“Princess, do the pastries not suit your taste?”

Yunque had been standing behind her for a long while, watching. Fengguang’s brow furrowed, her expression dark, her gaze fixed on the osmanthus cakes she usually loved yet hadn’t touched. It puzzled Yunque to no end.