FID – Chapter 803

Chapter 803 – Would You Stop Being Angry, Please?

His gaze fell on the woman’s face. Seeing her sleeping so peacefully and serenely, Feng Mohan’s expression relaxed slightly.

Yet, a shadow of darkness lingered in his eyes.

His imperial aunt was still asleep right now. If she woke up and discovered that he had taken her into the palace without her consent, she would undoubtedly be angry with him.

But he had no choice — he couldn’t feel at ease otherwise.

Although his imperial uncle wielded absolute power at court, at the same time, countless people were always waiting for a chance to drag him down.

So many imperial doctors had come today; the commotion was too great. The news of his imperial aunt’s pregnancy could not be concealed.

Leaving her alone in the King’s Manor — no matter how tight the security — would not be enough to stop someone with ill intent from making a move.

He could not tolerate even the slightest harm coming to her or the child in her womb.

She was his imperial aunt — but more than that, she was… Aunt Liu.

In this situation, with him watching over her in the palace, it would be far safer than at the King’s Manor.

He just didn’t know if this explanation would be enough to ease her anger.

Shuangyun Hall was right next to Qiande Hall, just a white marble path away from the Emperor’s personal quarters.

This palace hall was one that all the imperial concubines of the harem had vied for but could never obtain.

No one had ever lived in it.

Even when the late emperor was alive, Shuangyun Hall had never had a mistress.

Liu Yusheng was now settled here.

The hall’s interior was elegantly arranged; Feng Mohan personally oversaw everything, and all the furnishings reflected a style that women would like.

Simple and minimalist.

From the King’s Manor to Shuangyun Hall, even though every care had been taken to travel cautiously, some slight jolts along the way had been unavoidable. Yet, the woman had not woken once.

Sitting beside the bed, Feng Mohan gradually furrowed his brows.

His hand reached up to his chest, touching the small jade pendant hidden under his clothes. He hesitated for a long moment but ultimately did not take it out.

Even medicine, however mild, contains some toxicity. His imperial aunt was now pregnant; if he recklessly administered medicine, it could harm the fetus in her womb.

Waving away the nearby servants and leaving only Zisu and Chenxiang, Feng Mohan’s gaze shifted to the woman’s still-flat abdomen. He reached out as if to poke it but didn’t dare.

In the end, he lowered himself so his eyes were level with her belly and spoke in a deep voice, “Inside there… whether you’re a little cousin sister or little cousin brother, settle down after all that fussing. Your mother hasn’t eaten all day. I’m warning you—if my imperial aunt loses even an ounce of health, when your father comes back, if he gets angry, you might not even have the chance to be born!”

Originally, the man’s actions had already crossed the bounds of propriety, and Zisu had wanted to speak up to remind him. But who would have expected to hear such words next?

She was instantly caught between reactions, unsure whether to laugh or stay silent — wanting to smile but not daring to.

Chenxiang was the same, secretly holding back her laughter until her face flushed red.

This Emperor was likely not the same person as the one who had just displayed such overwhelming authority at the King’s Manor.

Meanwhile, in Liu Yusheng’s hazy dream, the glowing orbs that had been playing in her palm suddenly whooshed away, floating back to hover motionlessly above the Spiritual Spring Pool.

No matter how Liu Yusheng called out to them, they no longer responded.

It left her puzzled and confused.

At the same time, there had been a constant buzzing sound in her ears, like a mosquito whining.

Irritated, Liu Yusheng raised her hand and swatted in annoyance — smack — a crisp sound rang out.

“Ahh!” Feng Mohan cried out in pain, clutching his nose, his eyes almost tearing up.

“So noisy, Xiao Feng’er, what are you yelling about?” Liu Yusheng murmured helplessly as she blinked open her sleepy eyes.

The one who had been buzzing endlessly in her ear was undoubtedly Xiao Feng’er.

“Aunt, you’re awake!” The young man exclaimed in surprise and joy.

Zisu and Chenxiang exchanged a glance and quickly stepped forward together. “Princess, you’re finally awake!”

“What do you mean ‘finally’? Did I sleep for a long time?” Rubbing her slightly heavy head, Liu Yusheng asked.

“You slept from noon until the moon rose high in the sky — what do you think, was that long?”

Carefully observing her and confirming that she didn’t seem to be in any distress, Feng Mohan finally relaxed.

“Aunt, are you hungry? I’ll have food brought in immediately. What would you like to eat? Do you want something sour? Or maybe something spicy?”

Pushing away the large forehead looming above her, Liu Yusheng gradually became fully awake and glanced around.

“This isn’t the King’s Manor. Where are we?”

The furnishings around her were unfamiliar; she had never been here before.

“This is Shuangyun Hall, Aunt. You’ll be staying here for now until Uncle returns,” Feng Mohan explained as he quietly took a few steps back. “Aunt, don’t get angry just yet — I’ll go arrange a meal, and I’ll explain everything while we eat.”

With that, he quickly slipped out of the inner hall to give orders for food to be prepared.

The distance wasn’t too far or too close — Liu Yusheng could vaguely hear the young man outside carefully instructing the servants to prepare dishes with sour and spicy flavors.

Although she didn’t quite understand why he was giving those instructions, just hearing it made her mouth water — she was getting hungry.

Turning to the maid still standing by the bedside, Liu Yusheng asked, “What exactly is going on?”

“Your Highness, earlier you suddenly fainted. His Majesty summoned the imperial physicians to check your pulse, and they diagnosed a pregnancy pulse. Congratulations, Your Highness — you are with child!”

“…” Liu Yusheng blinked. She understood… and yet it felt like she didn’t quite understand.

A pregnancy pulse… I’m pregnant.

“You—you mean to say, I’m pregnant? I’m expecting? There’s a child in my belly?”

“Exactly so!”

Lowering her gaze in a daze to her still-flat stomach, Liu Yusheng was speechless for a long time. Yet a certain feeling rapidly spread through her limbs and bones, finally rising up and coloring her eyes.

Warm and tender.

Her hand unconsciously pressed against her abdomen — though she couldn’t feel anything yet, her heart seemed to have already formed a connection with the life within.

It was a wondrous, indescribable feeling.

She was pregnant. She and Feng Qingbai were going to have a child.

Because it was still early and her period had only been delayed by a few days, she hadn’t given it much thought. She hadn’t expected that she was already with child.

Her fingers gently touched her wrist to feel her pulse. Quietly sensing the pulse’s rhythm, a soft smile slowly spread across Liu Yusheng’s lips.

It was now mid-July, which meant she had conceived in early June.

Such a considerate child — knowing that his father would be away for a long time, he had come to keep her company.

“Aunt, you really are pregnant — you’re carrying my little cousin,” Feng Mohan cautiously walked back in, testing the waters, “Um… I brought you here without asking… you’re not mad, are you?”

Liu Yusheng turned her gaze to him and smiled, a smile that made Feng Mohan instinctively want to step back.

“Xiao Feng’er, make sure to prepare more sour and spicy dishes — I want to eat all of it.”

“Okay!”

Feng Mohan quickly turned and ran out again to give more orders.

As Feng Mohan had expected, the commotion that had broken out at the King’s Manor at noon had already spread across all the major noble households within the capital’s inner circle by now, and the officials reacted with mixed emotions.

The Prince had an heir now.

For the Nanling Prince, it was a great joy — but for others, it might not be.

Being a parent, even if one has no ambition now, they will inevitably start planning for their child’s future.

The King of Nanling seemed uninterested in the imperial throne. Would that remain the case in the future?

In the Yangxin Hall, the Empress Dowager was getting ready, accompanied by an old maidservant, to head to Shuangyun Hall.

“Empress Dowager, the news hasn’t spread yet. Are you really going to visit?”

“The Emperor and the Princess Consort are well aware of the situation. This matter won’t stay hidden for long. At this point, who in the court doesn’t know? Since she’s both of royal blood and my own descendant, it is only right that I go and see her,” the Empress Dowager said calmly.

It was already late at night. Along the main road of the palace, the wind-resistant lanterns had been lit, casting a soft, white glow on the white marble pavement.