Snatching her hand away from his grip, Tang Li massaged the spot where he had held on, suppressing the odd sensations bubbling within her.
She continued with a stern expression:
"Since you agree with what I said earlier, you should heed what I'm about to say. I have every reason to believe that you are not Father Yi's biological child!"
"I think you've harbored suspicions too, but I don't want you delving into this matter now. When the political environment loosens, and you secure your admission to university, we can then investigate your biological parents."
"You must endure this for now! Your current focus should be on preparing for everything and acing the university entrance exam!"
"Don't trouble yourself over Yi Wanjing and Gu Xiulan. Regardless of their annoying actions, we can retaliate, but don't feel sad for them, or even do things that make people talk or gossip. "
"In the future, if Yi Wanjing instigates trouble, don't confront him openly. Strike back covertly when needed, retaliate as required, maintain your reputation. We don't need to suffer silently!"
"Do you agree with me?"
Yi Minghuan lapsed into a prolonged silence after she finished her speech.
'He wasn't naive.'
Yes, he had previously entertained doubts about his parentage. Returning this time, he sensed that something was amiss, but he held onto unrealistic hopes.
Today, at his grandfather's grave after five years, he revisited the past and formulated a new conjecture—a guess that left his heart trembling with panic.
However, he buried this suspicion deep within, unwilling to delve into it or discuss it with anyone.
Yet, hearing his wife speak his unspoken thoughts made him feel exposed.
"Do you suspect that I'm the child of my little aunt as well?" Yi Minghuan lowered his gaze, his voice tinged with tension.
"!" Tang Li was taken aback by his admission, nodding hastily as she queried, "You entertain the same notion?"
"Yeah," Yi Minghuan affirmed, "I agree with what you said before. Regardless of the truth, investigating my parentage isn't something I should pursue at the moment."
After uttering this, Yi Minghuan turned away, facing the opposite direction, conveying through his silence and body language that he wished to end the conversation.
Internally sighing, Tang Li acknowledged his intelligence and emotional sensitivity, feeling relieved that she didn't have to expose the truth to him.
However, the more he demonstrated restraint, the more she pitied him.
After much contemplation, Tang Li couldn't find any suitable words of solace. She raised her hand hesitantly, eventually patting his shoulder comfortingly. In a mock-stern tone, she instructed:
"Hey! Don't dwell on what you have or don't have; it's futile! If you can't sleep, just memorize the periodic table of elements. I'll quiz you tomorrow morning!"
"...," Yi Minghuan found his sorrow in his heart being wiped away by her words.
Additionally, her abrupt shift to the periodic table of elements prompted him to contemplate: hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron—what comes next?
In the next few days, Tang Li and Yi Minghuan avoided revisiting this sensitive topic, tacitly and silently consigning it to the past.
Throughout the day, they immersed themselves in their respective pursuits—
Tang Li toiled in the fields, Yi Minghuan dedicated his time to training and patrolling.
Nights were spent tutoring and learning, their routines busily whirling like a spinning top, leaving little room for contemplation.
Yi Wanjing seemed to have been deterred since the incident, avoiding confrontation with Tang Li in the fields.
Gu Xiulan, having recovered, made a scene once, but Yi Minghuan intervened and put an end to it.
Tang Li had no intention of wasting time dealing with them unless they initiated trouble. Moreover, a momentous happy event overshadowed all her concerns—
'Hooray! The wheat in the space was finally ready for harvest! With restored health points, she could now heal her younger brother!'