Ling Mohan's true question was whether Feng Jin was involved in this matter.
Feng Jin was first slightly stunned, then nodded in agreement, "You are quite well-informed. Who told you?"
"Feng Ruoyan, with half her face swollen and covered in bruises, married into the Third Prince's mansion. It had already caused quite a stir. It's common knowledge that she was beaten by them. After a pause, Ling Mohan continued to ask, "Are you involved in this matter?"
Feng Jin's eyes darted away, and after some thought, she said, "If you say I'm involved, then not exactly. But if you say I'm not involved, then there's actually some relation..."
Her vague explanation left Ling Mohan utterly confused. "Whether you say it or not, it makes no difference."
"I merely facilitated all of this from behind the scenes. I didn't lay a hand on anyone, so this matter cannot be pinned on me."
Before taking action, Feng Jin had already devised a way to distance herself.
Even if Feng Ruoyan wanted to blame her, she had irrefutable evidence to refute it.
Ling Mohan was not surprised by Feng Jin's answer, as this was exactly the kind of thing Feng Jin would do.
"Your condition is worsening. You are not allowed to engage in such activities anymore. What if you get hurt?"
Upon hearing about the incident, Ling Mohan's heart tightened with fear that Feng Jin might have been involved, and getting hurt would be disastrous.
His worry was immense, and he had rushed all the way here. Seeing Feng Jin safe and sound finally eased his worried mind.
"I've noted it down. I won't act rashly in the future."
Rarely did Feng Jin disagree with Ling Mohan. She obediently agreed to his words and leaned into his shoulder, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
"Ah..."
Feng Jin suddenly cried out, nearly scaring Ling Mohan to death. He quickly embraced her, asking repeatedly, "What is it? Is it the baby? I'll call the imperial physician right away."
With her due date approaching, Ling Mohan was worried about any unexpected incidents involving Feng Jin, so he had an imperial physician from the palace stay at their residence.
"I'm fine, sit down and calm yourself." Feng Jin was slightly flustered by his panic and pulled him down.
"Are you really alright? Perhaps we should have the imperial physician examine you anyway."
Ling Mohan's heart was still heavy with worry, fearing something might happen to Feng Jin.
"I'm truly fine. The child just moved a little."
Feng Jin took his large hand and placed it on her swollen belly, "Feel for yourself... if he's moved."
Ling Mohan carefully touched her belly and felt a sudden surge of force, almost making him pull his hand back in shock.
"He's really moving?" This was the first time he felt the presence of life from his child. Ling Mohan was overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't express. He knelt down, placing his ear against Feng Jin's belly, listening intently to the child's movements.
"He moved again... and kicked me..."
Ling Mohan suppressed his excitement, a silly smile occasionally gracing his lips.
Seeing him like this, Feng Jin couldn't help but smile. She held his hand and said softly, "It's not 'he.' It's 'they.'"
"Alright, if you say it's 'they,' then it's 'they.'" Before he could ponder Feng Jin's words, Ling Mohan simply went along with her.
After a while, he came to his senses, his eyes widening as he suddenly stood up, looking at Feng Jin. "What do you mean 'they'?"
Feng Jin looked at his slightly dazed expression, a faint smile playing on her lips. She cupped his handsome face with her hands. "It's 'they.'"
"'They'..." Ling Mohan murmured to himself a couple of times before finally understanding. He straightened Feng Jin's gaze to meet his. "Are you saying 'they' refers to the children?"
"Who else could it be?"
She was truly speechless. He was usually so clever, but his mind seemed to falter at crucial moments.
"Are you saying the children you're carrying are twins?"
Ling Mohan asked tentatively, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Jin, eagerly awaiting her confirmation.
"Yes, you are absolutely correct. They are twins."
As Feng Jin's words fell, a moment of silence descended upon the room.
Upon receiving the accurate answer, Ling Mohan's mind buzzed, sending a shiver down his spine.
It took him a good fifteen minutes to fully process this explosive news.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin nudged him when he remained silent for so long. "Have you gone silly?"
"No, I just needed a moment to react."
Ling Mohan's voice was remarkably calm, showing no sign of the joy one might expect from learning of twins. This made Feng Jin a little insecure.
"Don't you like these two children?"
After all, Ling Mohan hadn't shown much affection for children before, which led Feng Jin to doubt.
"Of course, I do. Like you, I've been anticipating their arrival every day. It's just that you suddenly told me they are twins, and I was so overjoyed I couldn't react."
Ling Mohan quickly explained. They were his children; how could he not love them? He counted the days until their birth. It was just that suddenly, from one child to two, he was simply overwhelmed with joy.
"Then you don't like me anymore, so..."
"Alright, no more silly thoughts." Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin into his embrace and whispered in her ear, "My entire life, I have only loved you. Because these children are the fruit of our love, I will cherish them even more..."
Hearing his sweet words, Feng Jin's heart felt as if it were filled with honey.
She didn't know what had come over her lately; she was easily prone to overthinking and insecurity. Sometimes, she even disliked herself.
Feng Jin nestled in his arms and, lifting her eyelids, noticed the bluish stubble on his chin. "How busy have you been these past couple of days that you've forgotten to shave?"
"The military camp is demanding. Simply managing to eat on time is a blessing; there's no time to worry about such things."
"You should still pay attention to your appearance. If those noble ladies who admire you saw you like this, wouldn't they be heartbroken?"
A handsome dream lover turning into such an unkempt figure would surely sadden anyone who saw it.
"Whether they live or die is of no concern to me. My only care is whether my wife would suffer for me."
Ling Mohan suddenly put on a show of deep affection, which made Feng Jin a little flustered. She stammered, "I... I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep now."
Not wanting to continue the conversation, Feng Jin threw back the covers and burrowed into them. If they kept talking, Ling Mohan would surely trap her.