Chapter 134 Speaking Frankly

Feng Jin hesitated, unsure how to proceed.

Since it was something that had to be said eventually, it was better to get it over with. Feng Jin steeled herself. "Actually, I'm not from your world..."

Ling Mohan's eyes were filled with confusion. He calmed himself and continued, "What do you mean, not from our world?"

"I came from another world, separated from yours by a thousand years. I am merely a wisp of a soul. The real Feng Jin died long ago. I am just living on through this body..."

Feng Jin's words left Ling Mohan stunned. The information was overwhelming, and he couldn't process it all at once.

He had indeed suspected Feng Jin's true identity before, thinking she was a spy sent by someone else to impersonate Feng Jin. He never imagined it would be like this.

After a moment, Ling Mohan managed to grasp the complexities of the situation. He looked directly at Feng Jin and said in a deep voice, "Will you disappear and leave inexplicably again after this?"

"I don't know, perhaps not."

In her previous life, an explosion in the laboratory had caused her to transmigrate to Dong Chu, where she survived by inhabiting Feng Jin's body. The real Feng Jin had long since perished.

"As long as you don't leave, that's all that matters," Ling Mohan murmured, lowering his head. He could accept anything from Feng Jin, as long as she stayed with him.

"Can you tell me about your world?" Ling Mohan's interest was piqued. It was primarily because Feng Jin had brought him so many surprises – gunpowder, and this miraculous firearm. These were all from Feng Jin's world, making him even more curious.

Feng Jin told Ling Mohan everything, without omission, including her living environment, the education she had received, and even the few boys she had secretly liked.

"You mean you liked three or four men?" Ling Mohan asked, his voice almost gritted.

Feng Jin hadn't fully registered his reaction and nodded honestly. "Yes, but..."

As she met Ling Mohan's suppressed, enraged gaze, Feng Jin's words stopped abruptly. A sudden sense of fear welled up within her, and she unconsciously shifted backward, putting some distance between herself and the man.

"Tell me properly, what exactly happened between you and those men?"

Feng Jin shivered, then composed herself. "That was just a childhood crush, and it only lasted for a short period..."

"Is that so?" Ling Mohan's tone was light, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Feng Jin.

"Yes... it's true..." Feng Jin's voice was a little shaky. Why had she been so careless to bring this up with Ling Mohan?

Indeed, when one got too happy, they tended to get carried away. She wished she could slap herself for being so glib.

"I only liked them secretly. Besides, that was when I was four or five years old. I don't even remember what they looked like now."

Feng Jin was exasperated. Why was Ling Mohan fixated on something that happened when she was four or five?

"You were childhood sweethearts then!"

The anger that Ling Mohan had just suppressed flared up again, more intensely than before.

"I suppose so..." By ancient standards, it could indeed be considered childhood sweethearts.

"And I haven't contacted them in over ten years. Besides, I can't even see him now, separated by a hundred or a thousand years." Feng Jin quickly corrected herself, frightened.

The man's expression did not improve with Feng Jin's explanation. Ling Mohan stared intently at Feng Jin, remained silent for a long while, and then said, "You remember things from over a decade ago so clearly. It seems, my lady, that you were truly deeply in love with this childhood sweetheart, unable to extricate yourself."

Feng Jin's lips twitched involuntarily. She sighed helplessly, her forehead pressed into her hand. Why couldn't she explain this clearly?

Was it her method of explanation that was flawed, or was it Ling Mohan's comprehension ability?

"What do I have to say for you to understand? Those were childhood matters. Who hasn't had a nascent affection for a neighbor's child when they were young? It was just pure liking."

"Just liking."

Ling Mohan's lips were tightly pressed together. He forcefully suppressed the resentment in his heart, took a deep breath, and grabbed Feng Jin's hand. "Tell me, do you still like him now?"

This time, Feng Jin's mind was perfectly clear. She directly denied it. "No, I don't like him at all. My eyes and heart are only filled with you now. There is absolutely no one else."

Hearing the answer he wanted, the accumulated anger in Ling Mohan's heart finally dissipated somewhat.

"If you ever dare to like someone else again, you will never be allowed to step foot in the Ling residence."

Ling Mohan felt a sense of crisis. He had to keep a close eye on her, lest his wife run off with someone else in the blink of an eye. What would he do then?

"I promise that now and in the future, I will only like you." Feng Jin quickly vowed. Seeing Ling Mohan's expression soften slightly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. This man was truly too difficult to deal with.

"You angered me so much that I almost forgot the main business. Can these pencils be mass-produced?" Ling Mohan's gaze shifted to the pencils on the table, and he then remembered the important matter, holding up a pencil and asking Feng Jin.

"Yes, they can. The manufacturing process for this type of pen is very simple. With Dong Chu's current craftsmanship, it should be feasible to produce them."

"Write down the formula. I will find time to present it to His Majesty." On the battlefield, during the harsh winter, the ink would freeze. When sending letters, the ink had to be heated with boiling water before writing, and it dried slowly, causing delays. Many important military dispatches were delivered late. This was extremely disadvantageous in warfare. If one had these pencils on hand, they could write intelligence reports anywhere, and there would be no worry about smudging the paper.

Feng Jin wrote down the production method on paper and handed it to Ling Mohan.

"I spoke with Yan Yu today. His injuries have all recovered, and his voice has also been healed. He told me today about what Feng Ruoyan did and is willing to testify against her in court. When do you plan to have the Dali Temple try Feng Ruoyan's case?"

"Whenever is fine, as my lady commands."

"Tomorrow is suitable for the trial. We must cut the Gordian knot swiftly. The longer we drag it out, the more likely it is that Feng Yuanping will find Feng Ruoyan's whereabouts and take her away. If Feng Ruoyan is not in our hands, it will be even more difficult to handle."

"As you say, the Dali Temple will try Feng Ruoyan tomorrow."

"Then, my lady, we should also rest early." After speaking, Ling Mohan directly kissed Feng Jin's lips. Before she could react, he picked her up and lay down on the bed with her.

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The next day, Lu Shi led the dark guards to a derelict manor and brought out Feng Ruoyan, who had been imprisoned there for many days. She had been confined in the dark, sunless manor for several days.