Puguang Temple had many worshippers. Some noble madams and ladies in the capital usually came here to burn incense.

However, the incident with the second consort of King Yan’s Manor last time had sparked bloodshed and a love affair. The holy place of Buddhists had been stained with blood and conspiracy. Then some people felt that this place was not good, so fewer people came here to burn incense, compared to previous years. It was the desolate autumn day.

It was late afternoon, near evening. If someone came to burn incense, they would have already left at this time as long as they didn’t spend the night here.

The horse carriages in front of the gate to the temple disappeared one by one, and only a few carriages were left there. Of course, Feng Yuran’s horse carriage did not appear in the parking lot of Puguang Temple so openly, but stopped in the jungle at the foot of the mountain. Then Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong in his arms and rode through the path into the back door of Puguang Temple with a few guards.

Puguang Temple was very large, and the back door was connected to the forest. A winding path was hidden in it, and it was used by the monks to go down the mountain from the back door to fetch water. Usually, no worshippers would come up and down from here. The surface of the road was rough. Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong in front of him, protecting her carefully, and she did not feel that it was too bumpy.

Their horse stopped near the back door. A guard led the horse away. Under the hint of Feng Yuran’s wave, the rest guards hid in the temple. Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong and stood there for a while before leading her into the temple. The back door was not locked. He pushed open the door and the two of them walked into the temple together.

A guard emerged from the dark and whispered in Feng Yuran’s ear. Feng Yuran nodded as a hint of evil flashed in his bright eyes.

He reached out to hold Mo Xuetong in his arms, took her hand and put her arm around him as well. Having Mo Xuetong in his arms, he flew over like a green bird, silently flashing on the roof of a Buddha hall.

“Will Imperial Noble Consort Wen come here?” Mo Xuetong poked her head out to look at the Buddha hall beneath her. The hall was already lit, but since there was only one lit lamp, it looked a little dim. With the tall and large Buddha statues in the hall, there was a kind of indescribable strangeness. However, there was not a single person!

Feng Yuran stretched out his hand and pulled out a few tiles, leaving a small hole on the roof. He could see the situation below clearly. It was getting dark outside, and more and more halls were lit. From a distance, they could be seen more clearly than this one. There should be some people worshiping in those halls, which was why they were brighter.

Those Buddha halls without people only needed an altar lamp in front of the Buddha statue, such as the one beneath them.

“There’s no hurry. Imperial Noble Consort Wen will definitely come. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of her kindness of a loving mother?” Feng Yuran said with a lazy smile. He brought Mo Xuetong into his embrace and leaned over to block part of the wind for her. The autumn night was a little chilly.

“Isn’t her son dead? Even though she has such kindness of a loving mother, she should show it to His Majesty. But now His Majesty is not here. To whom would she show this kindness of a loving mother?” Mo Xuetong pushed him gently and asked coyly. Along the way, he deliberately did not make it clear to her, which made her have all kinds of speculations in her heart. However, she had no answer, which made her itch to know about it.

The child in Imperial Noble Consort Wen’s belly was gone, but she still pleaded for the consort. Mo Xuetong did not believe it at all. In her past life, she had once been a mother, and knew of the heart-wrenching pain when she lost the child in her belly. As a mother, how could she be so generous? Her child who was on the way was killed by another person. That kind of flesh-and-blood relationship was enough to make a mother go crazy and lose her mind.

Imperial Noble Consort Wen could do it so calmly, unless she was not pregnant, or the child did not die…

“Alright, alright. Look, she’s here. I promise that you will be surprised by what happens next. Let’s just watch the show!” Feng Yuran looked down and reached out to whisper into Mo Xuetong’s ear. Looking at her white and tender earlobe beside his lips, he immediately stuck out his tongue and licked it gently. Mo Xuetong shivered. Her snow-white earlobe immediately reddened visibly.

She gave him a glare. This man was even joking at this point.

However, in Feng Yuran’s eyes, her angry stare, which should have been full of momentum, was nothing more than an extremely shy complaint. It did not have any strength at all. Instead, it made his long and narrow eyes reveal a dazzling smile. His eyes were extremely beautiful. In the dark autumn day, they were more dazzling than the stars in heaven.

Mo Xuetong could not help but be attracted by his pretty eyes. She forgot that she was angry from embarrassment and leaned against him, along his gesture. His big hand was on her slender waist. He held her close to him and kissed her gently.

The kiss was soft and doting…

Everything between heaven and earth seemed to be quiet. Only the night fell on this pair of extremely beautiful couple. The wind lifted the purple robe, and the pale yellow dress wrapped in it was more like the pistil that was tightly protected by a noble and elegant purple flower. Mo Xuetong was tightly embraced by the man in purple, and they depended on each other…

“Imperial Noble Consort Wen, what do you want to see me about?” A cold voice sounded from below.

It roused the couple from their eager kisses. Mo Xuetong came to her senses, and pushed the man who was still gently kissing her. Then she looked down hurriedly. How could she not be familiar with the voice? She always felt that the man was really fated with Puguang Temple. Last time, he lost a second consort here and caused a scandal. Could it be that it was the same this time?

It was King Yan, Feng Yulei!

Feng Yuran was extremely annoyed. He gritted his teeth and hated Feng Yulei and Imperial Noble Consort Wen for that they came at an inopportune time. He was kissing her wife sweetly and it was rare for Tong’er to be so engrossed in kissing. When he was in a good mood, he was suddenly awakened. He was very upset. When he followed Mo Xuetong’s gaze with his charming eyes, there was an enchanting smile on his lips, but it carried an evil aura!

There was still only an altar lamp in the hall. Under the flickering light, a woman in an ordinary dress appeared. When the two on the roof looked at her carefully, they found that it was indeed Imperial Noble Consort Wen. Without gorgeous clothes and ornaments, Imperial Noble Consort Wen looked a little weak and thin. Looking at the person in front of her, she appeared a little anxious and excited…

Standing far across from her was Feng Yulei. Feng Yulei had just walked through the door of the Buddha hall. Instead of coming over, he stood at the door. Then he closed the door of the hall slightly and asked directly. He didn’t seem surprised at all to see Imperial Noble Consort Wen appear here. It was obvious that the two of them had agreed to meet here.

Compared with the excited look on Imperial Noble Consort Wen’s face, the expression on Feng Yulei’s face was sort of cold.

“Lei’er, I…” Imperial Noble Consort Wen couldn’t remain calm as usual when she saw Feng Yulei. She took two steps forward excitedly and was about to hug Feng Yulei. Her face was a mixture of sorrow and joy, mingled with indescribable sadness and happiness.

Feng Yulei did not allow her to pounce on him. He took a step to the side and happened to avoid Imperial Noble Consort Wen’s embrace. His expression grew cold. “Imperial Noble Consort Wen, you should know that I am King Yan. You should call me King Yan!”

His words were extremely rude. Even though in a very real sense, Imperial Noble Consort Wen was not Feng Yulei’s mother, and nor was she the Empress who raised him up, it was normal for her to call him King Yan. However, the current situation was that Imperial Noble Consort Wen pounced on him excitedly but was gently pushed away, and he especially told her to call him King Yan. And he said in an extremely cold and distant tone.

Imperial Noble Consort Wen felt the sting in her heart!

She staggered several steps and stood still with the help of the door frame. She turned around with tears in her eyes. “Lei’er, I am your biological mother. How, how can you treat me like this?”

She had been in the palace for so many years, and all her plans were for her son. In order to make him get more capable support, she did not hesitate to give birth to her child in advance and secretly exchanged with the boy Beauty Ling had given birth to. Then, she poisoned Beauty Ling to death so that he could be raised by the Empress and be supported by Ding General Manor from then on.

Every time she saw her son, she couldn’t help stopping. Although she repeatedly warned herself that she could not go up to him and tell him who she was, she couldn’t erase the kinship between her son and her with reason. So she secretly sent some food to Feng Yulei and watched him playing in the garden.

However, when the truth was revealed, why was her son so cold to her? Imperial Noble Consort Wen thought that she had done nothing wrong and devoted herself to her son. Why did Feng Yulei ignore the fact that she was his mother and treat her coldly as if she were a stranger?

“Mother?” A cold smile appeared on Feng Yulei’s lips with a hint of mockery. “Imperial Noble Consort Wen, I am certain that my mother is Beauty Ling. Even though she died without a high position, she was my real mother. She had protected me growing up. Even when she was dying, she kept protecting me!”

At that time, he was only five or six years old and could remember what happened. The bowl of bloody soup with a fishy smell was supposed to be served to him. However, since she was not from the direct line of Ding General Manor, as a beauty, Beauty Ling always felt frightened after she gave birth to a son.

Although someone had checked the food, she was still worried. Thus, she always tried it first. That was why the fish soup was in front of her. She picked up the spoon, raised it gently, and put it into her mouth. With a faint gentle smile on her face, she smiled at Feng Yulei, who was sitting by the side and waiting to have the fish soup.

Feng Yulei even had held out his spoon.

However, something unexpected happened. The second spoonful of the soup that Beauty Ling had lifted did not reach her mouth in the end. The spoon in her hand fell into the bowl, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood into the fish soup. The snow-white fish soup was mixed with the black color, which appeared strange and pathetic. Her lips were blood-stained, and she only had the time to call her son’s name in a low voice. Her eyes, which used to be bright, looked straight at Feng Yulei, and were full of sadness…

Even though so many years had passed, Feng Yulei still could not forget the pitiful and painful look on Beauty Ling’s face and how reluctant she was to leave him and how sorry she felt for him. He was too young then. He heard that a few palace maids were jealous of Beauty Ling being doted on, so they tried to kill her. Those people were also put to death. Originally, it was over. Feng Yulei had investigated it later. However, the matter had already been settled and it had been too long since then. Even though he had a suspicion, he could not verify it.

However, Feng Yulei still set his sights on the Empress. When Beauty Ling died, it was the Empress who had profited most as she had never had a son. When she had raised him up, she had brought up a prince. It would only benefit the Empress and as well as Ding General Manor. As such, even though he was very respectful to the Empress, he was not close to her!

However, who would have thought that the truth was quite different? The woman in front of him, who looked kind but was actually vicious, was his real mother. How could Feng Yulei accept that?