The two of them first took Duan Wenxuan and Feng Qishu to have lunch with Duan Nian and Luo Jing, then sent Feng Qishu back to Fengyin Courtyard, and the family of three finally returned to Feiyun Pavilion.

Duan Wenxuan sat outside propping his little head, pouting and mumbling, "Uncle Le Zhao and Uncle Xuan Ying aren’t here, no one to play with Wenxuan."

"What’s wrong?" Duan Yunfei put down the half-carved wooden sword and raised an eyebrow at his son, "Can’t your father and mother play with you?"

"Uncle Xuan Ying would take Wenxuan to the back mountain to collect bird nests, Uncle Le Zhao would take Wenxuan to the lake to fish, but father and mother only make Wenxuan practice swordsmanship and calligraphy." Duan Wenxuan puffed his cheeks.

Duan Yunfei pretended to be displeased, "So, there’s no need to carve this wooden sword, since you don’t like practicing swordsmanship anyway."

Hearing this, Duan Wenxuan got anxious immediately, "Wenxuan likes practicing swordsmanship, but likes fishing more."

"Fishing?" Shen Qinglan chuckled, "I’ll take you later."

"Really?" Duan Wenxuan’s eyes widened, "Mother can fish too?"

Duan Yunfei snorted, "What can’t your mother do apart from scolding you?"

Duan Wenxuan giggled, got up, ran to Shen Qinglan, and hugged her knees with a sweet smile, "Mother is the best to Wenxuan!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Yunfei added, "Father is even better to Mother!"

Duan Wenxuan stopped smiling and pouted, "But Father is not good to Wenxuan."

"Father is not good to you?" Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow at his son, "You little rascal, when you were lying in bed, who cleaned your mess and changed your clothes? Now that you’ve grown up a bit, you don’t remember?"

"Then I’ll change for you in the future too!"

"Pfft—"

As soon as Duan Wenxuan finished speaking, Shen Qinglan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Duan Yunfei glared at his son with a dark face and looked pitifully at his own wife, who was laughing heartily.

Duan Wenxuan looked confused, not understanding what he said wrong.

Shen Qinglan wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and looked at her son, still smiling, "My son is really filial."

Hearing his mother praise him, Duan Wenxuan didn’t care about anything else, just knew he was being praised, and grinned happily.

"Mother, can we go fishing now?"

"Of course you can." Shen Qinglan said, "Ah Xuan, wait here, I’ll go get the fishing rod."

"Where to fish?" Duan Yunfei asked.

Without turning back, Shen Qinglan said, "In the lake in our courtyard."

Hearing this, Duan Yunfei lowered his head again and silently continued carving wooden swords for his son and little nephew.

Shen Qinglan took a fishing rod and a wooden bucket and led her son to the lake.

As she walked, she said, "Ah Xuan, listen carefully. If there are no adults watching, you can’t just play by the lake, understand?"

"What if Brother Qishu is there?" Duan Wenxuan asked.

"That won’t do either." Shen Qinglan said, "Your Brother Qishu is still a child too. You’re all children. You need an adult like your father, Uncle Le, or Uncle Xuan Ying to be with you."

"Oh," Duan Wenxuan obediently responded, "Wenxuan remembers!"

Shen Qinglan smiled with satisfaction, "Our Ah Xuan is really good."

Over there, Duan Yunfei watched the mother and son walking away, thought for a moment, then carried the wood and dagger and followed along.

The mother and son, who were about to fish by the lake, turned back and looked at him suspiciously.

Duan Yunfei entered the nearby pavilion, placed what he was holding on the stone table, raised his eyebrows at the mother and son, and gestured towards the lake, motioning them to continue.