Xiang Ying's voice rose a few notches.
"Where did we get children from?"
Fang Qian stood in the moonlight, his face somewhat sorrowful, "Now you won't even admit this?"
"Yuanxiao, Yuan Lang, Xiu Xiu are my flesh and blood, you told me that yourself."
"Do you remember that Mid-Autumn Festival when I got drunk, and afterward I knew nothing. To spare me the pressure, you sent me on a mission and didn't let me return for an entire year."
"When I came back, the children were already born. You said they were my flesh and blood, and I remember all of this."
His eyes flickered, "You really are strong-willed. Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Our statuses may be worlds apart, but I wouldn't shirk my responsibility."
He observed Xiang Ying's somewhat surprised expression.
Fang Qian stepped forward two steps, gently, "Now you're enduring hardship on the road of exile with three children, and I can't rest easy."
