“Ninth Imperial Uncle, let go of me! I’ve already washed up, put me down.” Feng Jiu’er slapped at Di Wu Ya’s arm.

“I was just joking earlier. I’m a daughter of the Feng Clan—how could that little strength of yours ever hurt me?”

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, don’t! Don’t get my hair wet, it was so hard to dry it…”

With a “splash,” Feng Jiu’er still couldn’t escape the fate of being thrown into the water.

But the instant she hit the water, something wrapped around the long hair on her head.

“My hair.” Half-kneeling in the bath tub, Feng Jiu’er reached back to touch the back of her head, watching wide-eyed as a long, bare leg came into view.

Right after, the water in the tub rose visibly before her eyes.

A face, handsome as a demon, drew closer and closer.

“Smack!” Feng Jiu’er’s fair palm landed on that refined face.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, don’t get so close to me. Today I only meant to simply help you bathe.”

Some things, once started, a certain someone just couldn’t stop—so exhausting, no! Beyond exhausting, wasn’t it?

“Girl.” Di Wu Ya took hold of her slender hand, his hawk-like eyes flickering as if veiled in mist.

Just as Feng Jiu’er thought to escape, her body suddenly grew light, lifted up.

“Too late.” The man’s long arm drew back, locking her against his chest.

Feng Jiu’er was spun around by the motion, her body pressed against him as if against a furnace, and then her lips were sealed.

Ninth Imperial Uncle, let’s get married, right now!

At least after marriage, it would be him doing the work, not her…

Long, long after, on the vast bed, Di Wu Ya gently stroked the small head tucked in his arm.

“Wife, are you asleep?” He bent down, pressing a kiss to her, asking softly.

“Asleep!” Feng Jiu’er’s tone still carried a trace of resentment.

Di Wu Ya’s lips curved in a doting smile, his expression lazy yet touched with a hint of satisfaction.

“Wife, do you know why I chose to hold our wedding in Fenglai City?”

“Because everyone’s gathered there.” Feng Jiu’er murmured in response, refusing to lift her head.

Fenglai City was where the three armies converged; by then, everyone would be reunited—friends, family alike.

If they married now, not to mention Sister Hua and Qiao Mu wouldn’t be there, even Father wouldn’t be present. That simply wouldn’t do.

There was another important reason too: if they could take Fenglai City, the capital would be next.

Feng Qiongcang was no easy opponent to deal with. After so many battles large and small, he would certainly fight them with everything he had.

Even if every force they could gather was assembled, the ratio between their army and Feng Qiongcang’s army would likely still be about two to three.

And that ratio didn’t even account for Feng Qiongcang’s hidden forces.

What’s more, not everything they hoped for was guaranteed to come true one hundred percent—such as the matter of the Empress’s army.

Calculating it this way, when the two sides finally clashed, it was very possible they would have to face two enemies with the strength of one.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle.” Feng Jiu’er suddenly shifted upward, wrapping her arms around Di Wu Ya’s neck.

“Actually, my wishes are quite modest. I just want you and Father to live long, healthy lives.”

Di Wu Ya held her small frame and said softly, “Rest with me for a while, Your Highness.”

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er nodded, withdrawing her hands and curling back beneath the blanket.

Once the girl in his arms had settled into an even breathing rhythm, Di Wu Ya slowly closed his eyes as well.

Just as Di Wu Ya had said, a few days later, the troops set out one after another, heading toward East Fenglai City to make their final preparations.

Amid bursts of explosions, the battle surrounding Fenglai City officially began.

This battle gathered the majority of both sides’ military strength—one could say it was a battle capable of shaking the entire Feng Clan.