I decided not to argue: “Master Mu, since Yiqing has been found, we should be leaving. We have matters at home.”
“Oh? In such a hurry? Does Yiqing know?”
This implied that I couldn’t prove Yiqing was mine! I smiled with a forced expression: “Yiqing is mine in life, and mine in death.” I firmly stated my position.
“Flower Gate Master, if I say that in your previous life you were my wife and I’m determined to marry you, would you have to come with me and marry into the Mu family?”
“Well, that sounds good…” I blurted out without thinking. A beautiful man throwing himself into my arms! But seeing the looks from my husbands, I quickly added, “Just a hypothetical, of course.”
“Ah, what a pity… if only it weren’t just a comparison…
Mu Jiyu realized he had misspoken and laughed awkwardly: “Since Flower Gate Master is so resolute, let’s travel together.”
“Oh? Okay, I’m going to the capital. What about you?” Traveling with someone who enjoys comfort is truly pleasant; I was looking forward to his carriage.
“What a coincidence, I’m also going to the capital, just on the way,” Mu Jiyu first expressed surprise, then laughed happily.
“Why are we going to the capital?” Feng Qingyin frowned, recalling their days in the imperial palace.
I patted his hand: “Our father is turning sixty.”
“Huh? Sixty years old? Is it Lord Shi?” Mu Jiyu looked at us in surprise.
“Ah? We’re not only traveling the same route, but our destination is the same too?”
“Your… father?” Mu Jiyu began to imagine something.
“Enough, stop thinking nonsense. I divorced Jin Mo long ago. He just doesn’t want to acknowledge it publicly.” I patted Mu Jiyu’s shoulder.
“Ah, no wonder,” Mu Jiyu seemed somewhat distracted.
“No wonder what?” I asked curiously.
“No wonder he’s been fighting recklessly everywhere,” Mu Jiyu shook his head with a laugh.
“Tomorrow, I’ll send someone to arrange things.” Mu Jiyu was the first to leave.
The husbands busied themselves packing and preparing gifts for their first meeting with their father-in-law.
I took a moment to gaze out the window at the spring scenery and sighed softly, wondering how that guy was doing.
*
“When are they going to serve the food? I’m starving,” I said, patting the table.
