"You just agreed! If you don't say anything, Yi'er will treat it as if you agreed."

"My godfather won't deny it!"

"Nonsense!" Feng Xuche said with a straight face, "Last time you put medicine in my wine glass without permission, I haven't settled the account with you yet. Now you are even more lawless. Is it because I pampered you too much, causing you to become more and more unruly?"

presumptuous."

"If you continue to act recklessly in the future, I will throw you into the Fengwei camp."

Fengwei Camp was the place where he trained secret guards. They had to go through layers of fighting at a young age, and only those who survived could stand out.

"Godfather..." The little guy was questioned by Feng Xuche for the first time. He bit his lip in grievance and opened his big eyes with tears.

Seeing Feng Xuche's anger, Yue Ya hurriedly spoke out: "Young Master, I am Xiao Jingyan's wife. I have already been married. I must not sleep with you to taint the bodies of the prince and the young master."

"What's more, if it spreads now, it will bring bad reputation to me and the prince."

Yue Ya's words made Feng Xuche raise his eyelids and glance at her. The quiet hall looked strange and misty in the dark night.

The look Feng Xuche gave her was sinister and full of anger and ridicule. Yue Ya didn't know why her words offended this god of death.

Feng Xuyi pouted, suddenly became unhappy, and drooped his head, "If Yi'er doesn't care, Yi'er will sleep with you. If you don't agree, I won't sleep tonight."

"If godfather wants to throw Yi'er into the Fengwei camp, just throw him away. Godfather saved Yi'er. Yi'er's life is yours. Death is not a pity."

The little guy folded his arms and sat down on the ground, his watery red lips pouting, and tears falling down.

He looked really aggrieved, and Yue Ya couldn't bear to look at him.

Feng Xu Cheyou stood up, and a cold voice came, "Since you don't want to sleep, then go kneel outside and kneel until you want to sleep."

"Kneel down, just kneel down. If your godfather doesn't find a godmother for Yi'er, and Yi'er doesn't have a mother to love you, Yi'er might as well die on your knees."

"Woo~~~"

The little guy rubbed his eyes and ran out crying on his short legs. He was so angry that he knelt down heavily at the gate.

Yue Ya looked at Feng Xuche and frowned slightly, "Why would the prince do this to a child? He just longs for maternal love."

"What's the difference between you treating him like this and those scumbags?"

Feng Xuche looked at the beautiful and refined woman in front of him, his eyes were slightly cold, and his eyes were instantly filled with cruelty. He approached her and sneered: "Are you trying to teach me a lesson?"

"Are you still teaching me how to be a father?"

His voice was sharp and cold, and his eyes were stained with blood and rage. He stopped in front of her, and stared at her with those blood-like eyes. Suddenly he raised his hand, grabbed her neck without warning, and held her whole

The person was lifted straight up and forced to the wall.

The big hand on Yue Ya's throat tightened, and the last breath in her chest was consumed by him. She grasped the big hand on her neck with both hands, her cheeks were red, and her facial features were distorted, as if she was about to die in the next moment.

No, she is dying.

Can't breathe.

The gloomy and bloodthirsty voice sounded, "No one in this world dares to question me, so who do you think you are?"

"Just because Yi'er likes you, you dare to challenge me at will. Do you know how much I paid to raise him?"

"An outsider dares to point fingers."

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

Seeing that Yue Ya was about to die, Feng Xuche let go of her big hand, and Yue Ya fell straight to the ground. She lay prone and coughed violently.

The murderous intent in Feng Xuche's eyes made her regret that she had been so open-minded for a moment. After all, the man in front of her was a god of death, not an ordinary person.

After finally recovering, the bloodthirsty man in front of her had turned and left, and Yue Ya could only see the dark night.

Extremely lonely.

She could feel the man's true love for Yi'er, otherwise she wouldn't have shown that pain.

It was getting dark, the weather suddenly changed, and the moon was randomly obscured by dark clouds.

Then there was thunder and heavy rain poured down. The little figure outside the door was still kneeling there.

Stubborn as Feng Xuche.

He is as arrogant as Feng Xuche.

It makes people feel distressed, but also feels that he is so powerful that he doesn't need anyone to protect him.

Yue Ya walked out, looked at the wet child, and held her in her arms distressedly.

"Yi'er, it's raining. Can we get up quickly?"

"I don't want it. My godfather doesn't like me anymore. I will kneel down until my godfather likes me."

"Who said he doesn't like you anymore?"

"He never scolds me, but he scolded me today, ugh~~ He just hates Yi'er."

Tears mingled with the rain on his face. Yue Ya hugged his trembling body and felt distressed, "Your godfather likes you, but we are not a family yet and cannot sleep together. You should be considerate of him, kid."

You know you can’t get involved in adults’ affairs, you know?”

"Yi'er just wants a mother. Yi'er wants a mother every day, but my godfather won't give it to me."

"Other children have mothers, why doesn't Yi'er?"

"Is it because Yi'er was picked up?"

The little guy knelt there and kept crying. Yue Ya also knelt with him. Her emotions were exaggerated by the child, and she began to cry.

She had never had a mother. She longed for her mother's embrace more than anyone else, but if it was gone, it would be gone.

Licking the wounds by oneself, giving maternal love by oneself.

To this day, she doesn't know how her mother died suddenly overnight. After her divorce, she will go back to find out the truth.

"Yi'er, be good, if you want a mother, I can be your mother, but I'm just your godmother and have nothing to do with your godfather."

"I'm not good enough for him."

At first she was not worthy of him, and their identities were at odds with each other.

Second, he was like a god in heaven and earth, aloof and arrogant, while she was the abandoned concubine in the backyard, as low as dust, so how could she dare to think wildly.

Third, after all, she is still afraid of this powerful man above the clouds.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Under the eaves, a handsome man in black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his shoulders shaking slightly. His eyes fell on the figures leaning against each other not far away, his brows never widening.

Jiang Su came over holding an umbrella.

"Your Majesty, why don't you let the young master and Mrs. Xiao get up? The young master will not be able to bear it if it gets wet like this."

Feng Xuche's pale eyes were filled with pain, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "This kid is just forcing me to compromise. If I refuse him tonight, who knows what will happen to him?"

"The young master has good intentions, and this Mrs. Xiao is also very good. She will kneel with the young master, but her status is not worthy of the prince."

"Your Majesty, would you like your subordinates to find a young lady with an innocent family background for Yi'er? You can get married and just live your life, turning a blind eye."

Feng Xuche's eyes were slightly cold, and he said after a long time: "I can't stand other women, but this woman is the only one I don't hate. Her approach calms my desire to kill."

"Other women will only become victims."

"Forget it! That's it. We'll talk about the future later. I don't want to implicate innocent women."

After saying this, Feng Xuche walked towards the rain, while Jiang Su followed behind him holding an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

Jiang Su knew that the prince had not let go of the woman in his heart, otherwise he would have contracted such a strange disease. He would not tolerate any woman getting close to him, would also have murderous intentions towards women who were close to him, and would not even be interested in women. Even Feng Xu

Che himself thought he was not good enough.

But it is also strange that this woman Yue Ya can arouse the prince's interest, and he is not even disgusted by the idea of ​​murder.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped. Yue Ya raised her head and saw an oilcloth umbrella above her head. Under the umbrella, Feng Xuche's handsome face was enlarged. She couldn't help but be stunned.

What a nice view.

"You are a woman who really overestimates your capabilities. With such a small body, you are still exposed to the rain."

"Your Majesty, Yi'er doesn't want to get up."

Feng Xuche squatted down and saw Yi'er blinking slightly, as if he was about to faint. He muttered: "Godfather, Yi'er will be obedient from now on. Don't dislike Yi'er, okay?"

"Fool, my father will take you to rest."

As soon as Feng Xuche finished speaking, Yi'er had already fainted. Yue Ya was so frightened that she shouted, "I'm afraid Yi'er is sick."

"Well! Jiang Su, hurry up and call the doctor."

"Okay, my subordinate will go right away," Jiang Su handed the umbrella to Yue Ya, "Mrs. Xiao, you can take this umbrella."

After taking the umbrella, Jiang Su ran away, while Feng Xuche picked up the unconscious Yi'er and ran towards the house.

Yueya knelt for too long and wanted to hold an umbrella for them, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up at all. He even fell down.
Chapter completed!