Even though Feng Qingyin was pregnant, aside from her belly, the rest of her body remained slender.

Over her form-fitting clothes, she had only thrown on a thin robe, and in such a cold night, she looked especially frail.

As Zhan Yuheng turned around, he saw her covering her belly with one hand, while the other held a handkerchief, dabbing at the corners of her eyes—the picture of pitiful fragility.

“All of you, get out.” Leaving those words behind, he turned and walked toward the desk.

Qing Yun nodded and turned to leave.

With her back to Zhan Yuheng, Linglong gave Feng Qingyin a faintly wicked smile, gently let go of her, and bowed.

“I’ll head out first. Miss, please take good care of yourself—after all, you still have a child in your belly.”

Turning to glance at Zhan Yuheng, Linglong bowed again.

“Your Highness, I know whatever I say, you won’t want to hear it, but the imperial physician said Miss’s pregnancy isn’t very stable.”

“I ask Your Highness not to be too harsh with Miss—the child is innocent.”

Letting out a soft sigh, Linglong bowed once more and turned to leave.

In an instant, only Zhan Yuheng and Feng Qingyin remained in the spacious tent.

“Crown Prince Brother.” Feng Qingyin forced back her tears, calling out softly in a hoarse voice.

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you tonight.” With a sweep of his sleeves, Zhan Yuheng sat down before the desk.

“Crown Prince Brother.” Feng Qingyin cradled her slightly rounded belly with both hands and carefully made her way back to Zhan Yuheng’s side.

“Crown Prince Brother, can I stay here and keep you company for a while? I… can’t sleep.”

“As you wish.” Zhan Yuheng opened a military treatise and no longer looked at Feng Qingyin.

Feng Qingyin was overjoyed and settled down on the blanket beside Zhan Yuheng.

Even though she could clearly feel that her closeness made the man’s chilly aura grow heavier, she still smiled faintly and kept inching closer to him.

Having successfully laid her head on Zhan Yuheng’s lap, Feng Qingyin picked up her handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of her eyes again.

“Crown Prince Brother, go ahead with your work, don’t worry about me. I just want to rest like this for a while.”

Looking down at the head resting against his leg, Zhan Yuheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Get up. We’re attacking the city tomorrow—do you have any good suggestions?”

It wasn’t that Zhan Yuheng actually wanted to hear Feng Qingyin’s opinion—he simply couldn’t bear having her this close.

Feng Qingyin raised her head to meet Zhan Yuheng’s gaze, blinking her pitifully pretty eyes, and slowly sat up.

The moment she moved away from him, Zhan Yuheng withdrew his gaze and looked back at the military treatise.

Feng Qingyin stood up looking demure, and went to sit down across from Zhan Yuheng.

“Right now Yamu City is in complete chaos. Crown Prince Brother, what are you so wary of?”

“Or is it that, because the one leading their army is Jiu’er, you’re worried I’d be put in a difficult position?”

Feng Qingyin leaned forward, wanting to take hold of Zhan Yuheng’s hand.

As she expected, he deliberately avoided her.

Feng Qingyin didn’t mind, and simply looked at Zhan Yuheng, her expression unchanged.

“Crown Prince Brother, don’t worry about me. Actually, Jiu’er and I are the same—for the man we deeply love, we’re both equally capable of risking everything.”

“The difference is, Jiu’er does it for the Ninth Prince, while I do it for you, Crown Prince Brother.”

Watching the slight change in Zhan Yuheng’s expression, Feng Qingyin felt both pained and pleased inside.

What one cannot have is often what seems best—she knew very well that her Crown Prince Brother couldn’t forget that shameless woman.

Feng Qingyin understood clearly: the moment Zhan Qingcheng was mentioned, her Crown Prince Brother would grow furious.

“It’s good that he’s angry. Sooner or later, he’ll forget Feng Jiu’er.”

“So, Crown Prince Brother, there’s no need to worry about me.” Feng Qingyin’s voice rang out again.

“Now that I’m already your woman, Crown Prince Brother, if I had to choose between you and Jiu’er, I would choose you without the slightest hesitation.”

“Even if it were Jiu’er in my place, it would be the same—in her heart, the Ninth Prince is the only one.”

“I believe that even with me here in the camp, she wouldn’t show us any mercy.”

Zhan Yuheng’s expression grew heavier and heavier, and watching this, Feng Qingyin felt more and more at ease.

Feng Jiu’er, that shameless woman who refused to die—this time, she would not let her have any chance to keep living in this world.

Even if she died, Crown Prince Brother still wouldn’t be able to forget her.

But at least for now, Crown Prince Brother belonged to her—and once Feng Jiu’er disappeared completely, he would gradually become entirely hers.

“Crown Prince Brother…”

“From what I understand, Feng Jiu’er and Nanmen Zhuo reached a truce as soon as the fighting began. Was it you who tampered with the battle that followed?” Zhan Yuheng cut off Feng Qingyin’s words.

Hearing Zhan Yuheng call out Feng Jiu’er’s full name, and seeing his expression at that moment, Feng Qingyin felt indescribably pleased inside.

Pressing her lips together lightly, she finally nodded.

“Jiu’er wanted to reclaim Yamu City before us—I certainly wouldn’t let her have her way that easily.”

“If she completely won over the people of Yamu City, it would be extremely disadvantageous for our attack on Mo City. So I had someone go into Yamu City to handle a few things.”

Feng Qingyin looked rather pleased with herself—of course, she wished at every moment to win this man’s approval.

“Crown Prince Brother, this time the Emperor sent so many men against the Ninth Prince—we absolutely cannot lose this battle.”

“And besides, if we win this battle, the Emperor will likely agree to let me belong to you. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Right now the battle between Jiu’er and Nanmen Zhuo is growing more and more intense—for us, that’s good news.”

“How did you manage it?” Zhan Yuheng glanced at Feng Qingyin, then the next moment his gaze returned to the military treatise.

Just how much of Feng Qingyin’s words he had actually taken in—only he himself knew.

Feng Qingyin gazed at his handsome face, pressing her lips together lightly.

“I heard that Jiu’er reclaimed Yamu City only after killing Nanmen Yan. The people of Yamu City aren’t foolish—they wouldn’t submit to a new city lord so easily.”

“I just had someone stir up a little trouble between the two armies, and the fighting started up again. Crown Prince Brother, don’t you think…”

“You think Jiu’er would fall for something that easily?” Zhan Yuheng shook his head and closed the military treatise. “I still have matters to deal with. Go to sleep.”

“Crown Prince Brother, what do you mean by that?” Hearing him dismiss her again, Feng Qingyin’s crescent brows immediately knit together.

But Zhan Yuheng paid her no more attention. He stood up, walked over, and threw a robe over his shoulders.

“Tomorrow’s battle cannot afford any mistakes. If you want to stay, then stay.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Yuheng turned and strode out.

Before Feng Qingyin could react, the figure before her eyes had already walked far away.

“Crown Prince Brother.” She stood up, somewhat anxious—her belly truly was uncomfortable.

With both hands pressed to her belly, she didn’t dare chase after him.

Feng Qingyin understood clearly: if not for this child, Crown Prince Brother wouldn’t even spare her a second glance.

In truth, she was more anxious than anyone.

Holding her belly, she went back and sat down by the bed, then lay down gently on Zhan Yuheng’s bed.

Hugging the blanket he had used, she curved her lips slightly and closed her eyes.