Xie Jue remained silent, while Fang Chuning quietly observed him, his patience seemingly endless. After tidying up the chessboard, Xie Jue asked, "Shall we play another game?"
"I'm tired. I need to sleep."
"Alright!"
"You still haven't answered me. When did you have Ruyi? Is she your wife?" Fang Chuning calculated the days. "The more I think about it, the more it seems this child was conceived during the peace negotiations. I am truly curious—why don't you enlighten me?"
"There's nothing to say."
"Now I'm genuinely heartbroken."
Xie Jue chuckled faintly, glanced at Ruyi, and asked Fang Chuning, "Having a son is a good thing, isn't that what you said?"
Fang Chuning, struck by his own words turned back on him, fell silent and raised his hands in surrender.
An attendant spoke from outside the door, "Second Young Master, Third Miss ran into trouble at the West Wind Inn."
"What!" Xie Jue furrowed his brow and turned to Fang Chuning. "Look after Ruyi for me."
"Of course!"
