People born with cold constitutions do indeed have difficulty in bearing offspring, and Su Yu is aware of this.
But for a woman, this is an immense pain and misfortune.
Su Yu suddenly raises his head and looks coolly at Yun Feng: "You told her?"
"Yes." Yun Feng nods, then speaks with a face full of emotion: "You wouldn’t believe it, this little girl is really not ordinary. Upon learning such news, she showed no sign of being moved, seemingly not caring at all. Her mindset is truly good, and she is exceptionally magnanimous..."
"Ouch!" Yun Feng screams miserably, holding his face and mumbling: "Su Yunpeng... Don’t, don’t you know, that hitting, hitting people shouldn’t involve the face?"
Damn, my tooth really hurts, I wonder if it’s been knocked out?
Yun Feng covers his mouth and cautiously checks, thankfully it didn’t fall out, otherwise how would he eat delicious food in the future?
"Loose mouth." Su Yu responds with two simple words.
Yun Feng...
Alright, he admits he has a loose mouth, but even if he does, shouldn’t someone refrain from hitting the face? Doesn’t he know that even a slap from a distance could break his facial bones? If his handsome face were destroyed, how many women in the world would be heartbroken! Damn Su Yunpeng doesn’t like women, so why does he want to drag Yun Feng down with him, not allowing him to find a wife! He’s already twenty-eight, if it weren’t for running around all year solving his poison problem, his children would already be running all over the place!
And yet he still has the face to hit him!
It’s too much!
Yun Feng glares resentfully at Su Yu, not intending to fight back, knowing he wouldn’t win anyway.
He might as well go find Han Jing, that little girl is sitting outside Prince Ling Mansion in the middle of the night, she must be up to something!
Yun Feng snorts, stands up, and heads outside.
"Stop!" As he stands up, he hears Su Yu’s icy voice, like a ghost’s.
Yun Feng’s shoulder twitches with fear, and he swears never to visit him in the middle of the night again. Seems like his morning temper hasn’t passed yet!
"Wait at the door," Su Yu commands coldly.
Yun Feng... Why, why!
But what can he do, he really can’t win, better to obediently wait. His tooth ache is severe, and he’s not in the mood to speak.
Yun Feng leaves with a face full of sadness, waiting at the door.
He waits for nearly twenty minutes, wondering how Su Yu, a grown man, can take so long just to go out!
When Yun Feng is bored to the point of wanting to kick the door, Su Yu finally emerges, dressed in a black brocade robe, cuffs embroidered with golden patterns, as always, low-key yet flamboyant.
Yun Feng gives him a disdainful look: "What are you up to?"
"Lead the way," Su Yu replies lazily, unwilling to waste words.
Yun Feng is puzzled: "Where to?"
Su Yu’s icy gaze falls on him, and Yun Feng immediately jumps ten steps away: "Move, move, why dawdle?"
Su Yu follows silently, Lan Lan lifts a leg to follow, but Su Yu’s cold voice orders: "Go back!"
Lan Lan stops, bows her head, her clear eyes revealing a trace of inexpressible loss in the dark night.
Midway, Yun Feng asks curiously: "How did you know I’m going to find Han Jing? And how did you know Han Jing isn’t at the Princess Mansion but outside?"
It seems he didn’t tell him where Han Jing is.
Su Yu replies indifferently: "You’re not a match for the Eldest Princess."