Feng Yun smiled faintly, "I thought you would ask me, why did I hide it from you?"
"I know, I know everything." Pei Jue's palm rested on her back as he said softly: "This child came too hard. He is so precious that we cannot afford a single mistake."
After a slight pause, his expression turned a shade more serious.
"Lady Yun is right. The court's situation is complicated. For the child's safety, we must continue this act."
Feng Yun curled her lips, her eyes narrowing slowly.
"Alright."
A child born of the Royal Family does not have it any easier than an ordinary family.
Not to mention those distant pasts—from former reigns within the palace—how many innocent princes have met tragic deaths, quietly perishing in the depths of the palace, becoming sacrifices under the crushing weight of imperial power...
What Pei Jue said was precisely what Feng Yun wanted.
She had thought she would have to work a little harder to persuade Pei Jue.
Unexpectedly, he brought it up himself.
