Di Wu Ya held her small hand and continued walking further inside.

“Once we take Fenglai City, that will be the day we marry.”

The two of them came to stand before the folding screen. Feng Jiu’er rose onto her tiptoes and lightly kissed Di Wu Ya’s chin, her hands falling onto his collar.

“Do you have a plan yet for how to take the city?” Feng Jiu’er asked, gently loosening the ties of Di Wu Ya’s robe.

Di Wu Ya spread his arms, enjoying the little girl’s attentions.

“City Lord Yue sent word,” he said, lowering his eyes to look at the little head in front of him.

“Brother Yue sent word?” Feng Jiu’er raised her eyes to look at him.

“The Second Prince has gone missing. Consort Ya has retreated without a fight, and the army is closing in on Qiaozhong City,” Di Wu Ya’s voice fell.

“Within a few days, our forces will station at Fenglai’s Eastern City, clearing out the remaining rebels. All told, the timing for the three fronts is about the same.”

“So, we’ll soon be attacking Fenglai City together?” Feng Jiu’er realized, and helped Di Wu Ya out of his robe.

“Within half a month,” Di Wu Ya replied softly.

Feng Jiu’er’s thoughts turned to Feng Yan, and she didn’t ask further.

Why had her Second Imperial Brother suddenly gone missing? Was he alive or dead now? Did the Empress know?

If not for that encounter before, Feng Jiu’er might not have cared so much.

Her Second Imperial Brother had only ever been her Second Imperial Brother for a time—as long as he belonged to Feng Qiongcang, he walked a different path from them.

But that day, she had clearly seen him struggle, seen him suffer, and now hearing that he’d gone missing, Feng Jiu’er couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart.

“Smack!” Feng Jiu’er’s head was struck by a large hand.

“Thinking of another man in front of this prince?” Di Wu Ya said, his voice low with complaint.

Feng Jiu’er pressed her lips together, reaching up to cover her head as she raised her eyes.

“Ninth Prince, why are you still so lacking in confidence even now? With a husband as perfect as you, what other man would I possibly think about?”

Feng Jiu’er pouted her pink lips, looking wronged.

“I’m already so tired, and instead of resting, I still wanted to come and attend to you—and this is how you repay me? Hitting a woman!”

Di Wu Ya watched his little wife putting on her act without blinking, the cold aura around him easing somewhat.

His large hand landed on the back of her hand, gently rubbing it.

“This prince’s woman—who dares touch her?”

“Isn’t Ninth Imperial Uncle talking about himself? You hit my head, and now my whole body aches, I have no way to attend to you, I—”

As Feng Jiu’er turned around, she was caught and restrained by Di Wu Ya with one hand.

“My princess, that’s enough acting.” He looked at her, brows furrowing slightly. “I didn’t even use any strength just now.”

Feng Jiu’er grasped his wrist and pushed it gently forward.

“Have you no idea how big you are? I’m so small and delicate—if you’d actually used strength, would I even still be alive?” She pouted her lips and gave a cold snort.

“You have no idea how to cherish someone at all—who would want to be your princess?”

Di Wu Ya coughed lightly, stepped forward half a pace, and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Alright, it’s this prince’s fault. But, my princess does have a point—you and I are quite different in size, so on our wedding night…”

A scorching breath swept down over her, and in an instant, Feng Jiu’er’s face and neck turned red.

She hadn’t expected Ninth Imperial Uncle could be this naughty too.

She liked it so much! What was she supposed to do?

Feng Jiu’er shot the man a glance and reached out to push against his unyielding chest.

“If Ninth Imperial Uncle is scared, then let’s just not get married!”

Di Wu Ya didn’t let her go. Instead, he raised his other hand, gripping her wrist and pressing her warm palm even closer against his heart.

“Does my princess hear this prince’s heartbeat? If we don’t marry, do you think it would agree?”

Feng Jiu’er pushed against him again, and Di Wu Ya simply swept her up into his arms.

“Since my princess isn’t feeling well, why don’t I attend to you instead?”