The wind had risen near that large tree — there was no mistaking it.

That no trace could be found meant whoever had produced the wind had extraordinary lightness-skill.

“Your Highness, this subordinate will investigate at once and tighten security in the surrounding area.”

Yu Jingfeng volunteered.

Di Wu Ya nodded slightly, and Yu Jingfeng turned and left.

During this ceasefire period, no one dared let their guard down even for a moment.

Especially this residence — a place of central importance, guarded inside and out by no small number of Longwu Army brothers.

No one had imagined that in a place where not even a fly could slip through, something this serious could happen.

“I’m fine. Let me get you to rest first.”

Feng Jiang took Qiaomu’s hand and looked up at Feng Jiu’er.

“Jiu’er, don’t worry! I’ll be careful.”

“Mm.”

Feng Jiu’er nodded and waved a hand. “Go back and rest, all of you. Remember to take your medicine.”

“All right.”

Feng Jiang nodded and pulled Qiaomu back with him.

“I want to stay.”

Qiaomu struggled against him, looking somewhat displeased.

Someone had made a move against her own family — how could she just sit back and do nothing?

“No!”

Feng Jiang gripped her hand tightly. “At least wait until my condition stabilizes. Little Jiang is still waiting.”

Feng Jiang knew that if he framed it as being for his own sake, she would never listen — so he had to use their son instead.

Qiaomu looked up at his pale face and had no choice but to give in.

“Jiu’er, let us know if anything happens.”

She turned and left those words behind.

“Jiu’er, I’ve already handed the medicine to Xiao Yingtao — she’ll take care of it. I’m going back to help look after Little Jiang.”

Duan Liuyang said.

“All right.”

Even as she answered, Feng Jiu’er glanced at Zhao Yusheng, who was standing not far off.

Zhao Yusheng nodded slightly. “Don’t worry — I’ll keep watch at the west wing. Be careful, all of you!”

Feng Jiu’er nodded again, lowering her eyes to look at the leaf clutched in her hand.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, go on back. There are some matters I need to attend to.”

Di Wu Ya reached out his long arm again and took her small hand. “I’ll go with you.”

“No need.”

Feng Jiu’er turned, lifted her chin, and met his eyes. “I can manage alone. You go back first.”

“If there really is an outsider here, everyone is in danger.”

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, everything proceeds according to plan — go on and see to your own affairs!”

Feng Jiu’er stared into those reluctant, lingering eyes, turned, and rose onto her toes.

She wrapped her arms around Di Wu Ya’s neck and pressed a kiss to his chin.

“Go on. I’ll be fine — I’ll put some more medicine on it tonight.”

Not much of a problem, that was a lie! But with the great battle so close at hand, she had no time to be delicate about it.

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

Di Wu Ya held her waist, brows furrowing slightly.

“Why don’t you go back and rest instead? I’ll have someone see to the matter.”

He, the very cause of her injuries, knew better than anyone how badly she’d been hurt.

“I can manage.”

Feng Jiu’er smiled faintly and nodded.

“This is only the beginning. Once I’ve gotten used to it, you…” Feng Jiu’er’s pale, soft fingertip traced across Di Wu Ya’s chest, a meaningful smile spreading on her face.

“I hope that by then, Ninth Imperial Uncle, you… will still be able to satisfy me.”

Di Wu Ya’s arms tightened, pulling her small frame against himself.

“Don’t worry!”

He lowered his eyes and gave the girl’s sweet pink lips a light taste before easing the pressure of his hold on her.

“Last night was only the beginning — it wasn’t my true strength at all. I… look forward to your growth.”

If he hadn’t forced himself to hold back, the girl wouldn’t have had a moment’s rest, let alone the energy to trade barbs with him here.

What a mischievous little thing! Feng Jiu’er rolled her eyes in disbelief a few times and let go of him.

“Tell me honestly — what percentage of your strength was that?”