Artoria softly replied, "Is that so?"
"About that matter, I had planned to tell you again... but no matter how I think about it, I just can't bring myself to say it."
As Artoria spoke softly, a blush rapidly crept across her cheeks.
Yu Feng was somewhat puzzled by Artoria's reaction and searched through Pantaleon's memories in his mind.
"Yu Feng...?"
Yu Feng snapped back to his senses. "Ah... yes, I'm here."
Artoria looked at Yu Feng and asked somewhat curiously, "What's wrong?"
After searching through Pantaleon's memories, Yu Feng finally more or less guessed what Artoria wanted to say.
Yu Feng probed, "No, it's nothing. The thing you wanted to talk about... was it what happened after that banquet?"
Artoria's face turned even redder. "Y-Yes... that's what it was!"
Yu Feng understood. At the same time, he inwardly marveled at how thin-skinned Artoria was. How long ago had that been?
Wasn't it just what happened after getting drunk?
And she was still putting it so euphemistically.
"I didn't expect that. We're practically an old married couple by now, aren't we?" Yu Feng teased.
Come to think of it, that was perfectly normal.
Think about it—they had already consummated their marriage, they even had a daughter, Little Mo, and more than a thousand years had passed. If that did not make them an old married couple, what did?
Artoria shot Yu Feng a fierce glare. "What are you talking about? That sort of thing... was just an accident..."
By the end, Artoria's voice had grown quieter and quieter.
"Then what about Little Mo? She has both our genes. Are you going to deny her too?"
"Even though she is our... d-daughter, that was also something my royal sister did..."
Artoria's face grew redder and redder, even the tips of her