Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

Seeing Mu Chenyin forcefully open the acupoints, Feng Qiuyan pretended to be nonchalant even though his body could no longer hold on for a long time, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"You're crazy..."

Is it worth it for such a man who is not related by blood?

Mu Chenyin did not look at her again, but comforted Feng Changhuan softly: "It's okay for me, master. Don't cry."

"Master..." Feng Changhuan's eyes were red and swollen from crying, "It's all because Chang Huan is useless. He refuses to practice well on weekdays. He can't beat Feng Qiuyan, a despicable and shameless bastard, and even caused Master to be slept with by this shameless woman... ... No, it was because I made Master sleep with this shameless woman."

Mu Chenyin frowned, "Don't listen to her nonsense. I have nothing to do with her as a teacher. I just live here temporarily."

Feng Changhuan finally stopped crying and looked up at her with red rabbit-like eyes, "Really?"

Just as Mu Chenyin was about to nod, he heard Feng Qiuyan say something faintly.

"Now that Ayin is pregnant, are you still so anxious to cut off your relationship with this palace?"

Feng Changhuan felt as if his whole body had been struck by lightning, and his trembling eyes fell on Mu Chenyin's flat stomach.

Ayin? The second emperor’s sister calls her master Ayin? Does she know the identity of her master? Got a body? Master is pregnant?

Although he has never given birth to a child, he also knows that it is not possible to tell whether a child is born overnight.

Could it be that Master has known the Second Princess before? Are you still pregnant with the second emperor’s sister’s child?

"You...you forced Master to eat the red fruit?"

Master is a man, how could he be pregnant? Unless... eat the red fruit from their Feng Kingdom.

The murderous aura pouring out of Mu Chenyin's body made the air around him a bit colder, and everyone present shivered.

She looked coldly at Feng Qiuyan, who was talking nonsense, "Even if His Highness is pregnant, there is no way it could be me, An Ye."

Everyone present swallowed their saliva, feeling that this big melon had been eaten one after another. So, who is pregnant?

There was a meaningful smile on Feng Qiuyan's lips. She stretched out her hand to push Feng Changhuan away, then leaned next to Mu Chenyin's ear and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them:

"Don't be so sure. Who is pregnant? We won't know in a month or two."

Mu Chenyin's fingers hidden in her sleeves clenched slightly, and she felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

It seems that she hasn't received a monthly letter for nearly two months.

Feng Changhuan was so angry that he pushed Feng Qiuyan away, "Who allowed you to open this hall? Go aside and stay away from my master..."

Even if the master really slept with the second emperor's sister, he would never allow the master to marry this shameless and romantic woman.

If the master really accepts this woman, won't there be a mountain of cuckolds in the future?

He was different from brother Wanfeng. He only had master in his heart, and he would not go out of his way to cuckold his master.

After Feng Qiuyan was pushed away, he didn't care about Feng Changhuan as a man. He just looked at Mu Chenyin and showed a confident smile:

"A Yin has one secret after another. If word gets out one day, we don't know what kind of uproar it will cause, and we don't know who will be implicated.

It's better for Ayin to stay and supervise this palace with peace of mind. The provincial palace accidentally let something slip one day, and..."

Feng Qiuyan's voice paused slightly, and his twinkling eyes fell on her belly, "He also needs a proper identity, doesn't he?"