On the way to Wang Kang's house, Fei Jin felt a stone weighing on his heart and couldn't rest easy.
As he walked, he unconsciously started muttering:
"Qingya, when we get inside his house, be extra careful. Don't let your eyes wander, and don't linger in one spot for too long. If anything seems wrong, get behind me immediately. Don't try to be brave, you hear me?"
Song Qingya's ears were about to fall off from his nagging, but her heart felt sweet. She teased him with a smile in her eyes, "You're usually so calm and decisive on the battlefield, a steady commander. How come you're acting like a fretful old woman today, nagging endlessly? Could it be... you're panicking because I'm pregnant? Afraid you can't handle the responsibility?"
Fei Jin froze. His face flushed beet-red in an instant. He stammered out an explanation, "Who... Who's panicking! I...
I'm just being cautious! Besides, this is no small matter. If anything goes wrong..."
