An Xuetang hesitated for a moment, still worried about his legs, and whispered, “Ah Jing, why don’t I sit here? I won’t go anywhere.”
But your leg might get hurt, Jing.
Mo Yunjing smiled. “Very good.”
An Xuetang : “…”
How come Ah Jing feels so clingy today?!
He’d insisted so much, An Xue Tang didn’t mind anymore. However, she still pressed down slightly with her feet, trying not to put all her weight on his leg.
They hugged in silence for a while. Mo Yun Jing slowly pushed her away, cupped her face with one hand, and murmured in a hoarse voice, “Tangtang, what’s the matter with the rival in love that Zi Ling mentioned?”
“! ”
An Xuetang stared wide-eyed, “You… you heard all that? You were awake then?”
“I can only hear your conversation with Zi Ling, but my eyes won’t open,”
“Then, what do you feel like now?” An Xuetang asked eagerly. “Do you feel any discomfort in your body?”
Mo Yunjing gently pinched her chin, squinting his eyes and saying, “Tangtang, don’t try to change the subject. We need to have a serious talk about that rival Ling mentioned.”
An Xuetang stifled a laugh, “Ah Jing, don’t listen to Zi Ling talk nonsense, you don’t have any rivals in love.”
“Hmm?” Mo Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly. “Sugar Sugar isn’t going to tell me herself? Should I investigate?”
“Don’t worry.” An Xue Tang smiled helplessly. “I was just saying, there wasn’t really a rival in love. It was just a stranger I met once or twice who had a bit of a crush on me. He only expressed it slightly before Zi Ling dissuaded him. He wasn’t really a threat at all.”
“What kind of stranger?”
“Well… it’s just the butcher. Before we moved to the manor, didn’t I always go buy pork and big bones for Ah Jing’s soup myself? That butcher is the one from the pork stall.”
Mo Yunjing frowned, his jawline tightening. “Tangtang just went to buy some meat and managed to attract rivals for me. It seems I need to keep a closer eye on things from now on.”
An Xuetang chuckled, since the butcher had been mentioned, she might as well tell him about Mo Junyi calling her mother.
Mòyúnjǐng listened quietly, and finally he said, “In the future, let Zilíng call you mother.”
“Huh?” An Xuetang was a little stunned. After a moment, she spoke, “Ah Jing, this isn’t right, is it? Zi Ling is your nephew, and I’m his aunt. He calls me mother… This relationship seems a bit confusing, doesn’t it?”
Mò Yún Jǐng gently smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead, “Mama is just a title. In his lifetime, he only has you as his mother. Since he’s willing to call you that, let him.”
What does it mean to have only you as my mother in this lifetime?
An Xuetang blinked, “Ah Jing, I still don’t understand. Zi Ling wasn’t born from a crack in the stone, he must have a mother, right?”
Mo Yunjing seemed to ponder something, his lips pursed before he spoke, “Ziling’s biological mother passed away the day he was born. The woman who calls herself his mother now is merely the Empress Dowager’s consort, originally bestowed upon his elder brother. Ziling wasn’t her son after all, so even if they appear close on the surface, no one truly knows what their relationship is like in private.”
He explained, and An Xue Tang understood. It was normal for a child raised by a stepmother to be lacking in love.
“Actually, I really like Zi Ling. He calls me mother, no matter how you look at it, I’m the one who benefits! If he truly likes her, I wouldn’t refuse naturally. And Jing, rest assured, even without this connection between us, I would still like this child and treat him well.”
Mo Yunjing narrowed his eyes at once, “What do you mean by that, Tangtang? Could it be that in your heart, I’m not as good as that stinky boy?”
An Xuetang chuckled, she reached out and rubbed his face, “Ah Jing is being jealous, isn’t he?”
Mo Yunjing raised an eyebrow, he stopped talking and directly proved with his actions that he was indeed eating vinegar.
He leaned down again, capturing her thin lips in a passionate kiss. The two of them were caught up in an uncontrollable surge of emotions, which grew and deepened with each passing moment.
Mo Yunjing’s eyes deepened, his arms around her waist tightened, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him.
Jealous? <<<
Mo Yun Jing thought, maybe that’s right. Even knowing Mo Jun Yi was just a child in her heart, even knowing she liked him, he still hoped there was only him in her eyes and mind. He didn’t know when it started, but he no longer satisfied himself with being close to her day by day. His heart desired more…her heart, her body, everything about her.
The deeper he thought, the more he realized he craved her softness and fragrance, her laughter and care. He even wanted her to belong entirely to him.
An Xuetang was kissed until she didn’t know the day or night. Her breath was completely in disorder, panting lightly, deep and shallow. She thought that in her Ah Jing’s arms, she seemed to have fallen completely!
When the two returned to the room, An Xuetang was still blushing and holding a bowl of watery porridge in her hand.
She looked at Mo Yunjing, whose face was as calm as ever, then lowered her head to look at the bowl of porridge that no longer resembled its original form. She cleared her throat and spoke again, “Ah Jing, maybe I should just re-cook a bowl for you?”
Mo Yunjing curled his lips, “No, I want this bowl.”
“… ”
An Xue Tang couldn’t bear to look any longer. This bowl of medicinal porridge was like a constant reminder that the kiss they just shared in the kitchen had been so intense, they didn’t even realize the porridge had burnt.
“Here, have some porridge. If you can’t finish it, just stop. I’ll make another bowl.”
Mo Yunjing grinned, he raised the cup without a word and drank it down in large gulps.
Looking at his elegant eating manner, An Xuetang couldn’t help but wonder if he was eating something particularly delicious.
But she knew deep down, this medicinal porridge… not only wasn’t delicious, it was also highly likely to be very difficult to swallow.
But Mo Yunjing still drank it all.
An Xue Tang poured him another cup of tea, “Ah Jing, have some tea to calm down.”
“Um.”
Mo Yunjing, after drinking his tea, suddenly looked at her, “Tangtang just asked Dr. Liu about the imperial physician from back then, but did she find anything amiss?”
He brought it up on his own, which reminded An Xuetang of the matter. Her face darkened slightly as she spoke, “Ah Jing, who treated you first that year were Liu the Physician and those two Imperial Physicians?”
Mo Yunjing nodded slightly, “Hmm.”
An Xuetang pursed her lips, organizing her thoughts slightly in her mind, “That’s right, Jing. In your opinion, who among this Dr. Liu and the two imperial physicians is most trustworthy, and who is least trustworthy?”
Mo Yun Jing’s mind sharpened. “Tangtang, do you want to say something? Do you suspect that one of these three people had a hand in what happened back then?”