Chapter 292:
Ming Feng and several deputy generals behind him nodded in quite agreement in their hearts.
This was too similar.
If the little prince was born in the capital city, anyone who had seen the imperial countenance would probably become suspicious, wondering if this was His Majesty’s romantic debt outside.
However, few people in Bianzhou had witnessed the imperial countenance, so the little prince’s identity had not been exposed even after being born for several good years.
Xie Xiuran held Lu Ziyan’s face and looked at it for a long time, somewhat unhappily admitting that this man indeed looked like him.
He glared with his round bulging eyes at his mother, receiving her confirmatory nod once again.
So, this really was his father.
Seeing the little bean’s alert and lively cute appearance, Lu Ziyan, who had just become a father, couldn’t help but rub his head, then fiercely kissed his cheek, laughing loudly: “Good boy, call out ‘Father’ for me to hear.”
His aura was extraordinary all over, and his appearance was handsome, plus Xie Xiuran was not very old, had strong adaptability, and was exactly at the age when he wanted a father.
Under the influence of father-son nature, he could feel the other’s loving goodwill, and towards this father who had suddenly appeared, Xie Xiuran awkwardly covered his kissed cheek, turning his head away and refusing to pay him any attention.
Not hearing a “Father,” Lu Ziyan didn’t mind at all.
He had found his wife, and gained a son for free.
This was a beautiful thing he wouldn’t dare dream of.
Holding his son in his arms, with his wife standing by his side, the desolate deathly aura around Lu Ziyan gradually dissipated, and there was no trace of chill on that stern face.
The winter sun shone on him, giving him a somewhat spirited and vigorous bearing.
Xie Wanning slightly tilted her head up to look at him.
Looking at his straight back, his sharply defined jaw, his happy smile on his face.
The most striking was still the few streaks of white at his temples.
It stung Xie Wanning’s eyes painfully; she quickly blinked, holding back tears, not wanting to ask more.
But the child didn’t understand these things; Xie Xiuran was clearly very curious about his suddenly appeared father.
He tilted his head, pointing at his father’s temples, and asked: “You have white hair already; are you much older than my mother?”
As soon as the words fell, Ming Feng and the several deputy generals all directed their gazes at Xie Wanning.
And Lu Ziyan, whose age had been questioned by his son as quite advanced, paused his smile on his face and slowly turned his head to look at Xie Wanning, just in time to see her slightly reddened eye sockets…
His eyes flickered slightly, and he handed the son in his arms to Ming Feng, “Go play outside for a bit; Father and Mother have words to say.”
Xie Xiuran refused; he twisted his body and reached out his hands wanting his mother to hold him.
But evidently, his wish wasn’t that important.
Ming Feng immediately wrapped his wriggling little body tightly and bowed to take his leave.
Leaving space for the masters who had been reunited after a long separation.
The instant the courtyard gate was thoughtfully closed, Xie Wanning’s waist tightened, and her whole person was hoisted onto Lu Ziyan’s shoulder, entering the inner room once again.
Soon, she was flung onto the couch.
This time, he was no longer like earlier, strongly suppressing killing intent, restrained and enduring, as if he wanted to search this room back and forth.
In the instant he put her down, he gripped her shoulders and pressed her onto the bed.
He didn’t speak, merely gazing deeply at her with those profound eyes.
Xie Wanning neither dodged nor avoided, meeting his gaze.
Rare indeed, being pinned under him, this young lady showed no sign of struggling.
She didn’t even have a trace of discomfort on her face.
Obedient in a way unlike her.
Lu Ziyan hooked his lips into a smile, scrutinizing her eyebrows and eyes bit by bit, looking earnestly, as if he wanted to etch this face into his heart.
