"Qingzhu, is what your master said true? We have a child?"
Ling Feng waved away Ling Qingzhu's Yuan Power barrier, hurried to her side, and took her hand, asking with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Ling Qingzhu had never expected such an intense reaction from Ling Feng. For a moment, she could find no words, her face flushed crimson. Feng Qin, however, was not nearly so conflicted. Like an elder, she scolded him. "Of course it's true. You little brat, you had your merry fling back then, but my disciple has suffered all these years..."
"Master, please stop."
Feng Qin's scolding grew increasingly harsh as she sought to vent her disciple's grievances, but Ling Qingzhu seemed unwilling to embarrass Ling Feng and interrupted her.
Seeing the pleading look in Ling Qingzhu's eyes, Feng Qin understood what she meant. She said no more, merely flicking her sleeve helplessly and shooting Ling Feng a glare.
Ling Feng did not dare lose his temper. He could not shake the feeling that he was in the wrong.
But he truly had not known about the child. Now, it seemed he really did have a child with Ling Qingzhu.
For a moment, surprise and joy mingled within him, leaving him somewhat at a loss.
But when he looked at Ling Qingzhu and saw the flustered expression on her face, his heart suddenly settled.
Ling Feng pulled Ling Qingzhu straight into his arms and spoke with utmost tenderness. "Qingzhu, I didn't know you were carrying my child. Thank you for everything you've endured all these years."
His words made Ling Qingzhu's struggling movements falter, and her beautiful eyes reddened slightly.
Pregnant before marriage, Ling Qingzhu had borne tremendous pressure over the years. Had Feng Qin not helped keep the matter under wraps rather than announcing