Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing, who spoke haltingly, sentence by sentence. His words did not seem to be the deceitful kind, for his face was such that whatever he said, it would not appear that he was lying.
However, she discovered an important problem: Jun Moqing's wife had given birth to only a daughter.
"Don't you have a son as well? Could it be that the son and daughter are half-siblings, sharing the same father but different mothers?"
"..." Jun Moqing said, "Wuxian was a child I found."
Jun Moqing had been only six when he found Jun Wuxian, who at the time was thin as a rail due to malnutrition. He himself had only crossed over not long before that.
Originally, he had planned to raise him as a younger brother, but in ancient times men married early. One of his age would almost certainly have been married with children.
So, he simply decided to raise Jun Wuxian as his son, and the name was given by him too.
Luckily, the boy was sensible and easy to bring up.