Zhen’er lightly nodded, responding, "Alright, rest assured, if that day truly comes, I will fully support you, both financially and physically, without a second thought."

Her enormous transformation made Ruoxi feel somewhat uneasy.

"Thank you so much. Initially, I didn’t want things to end up this way. It all depends on the Emperor’s wishes."

"Once a person ascends the throne, they often find their actions constrained. It’s understandable. Moreover, he is deeply affectionate toward you, wanting to win you back is only natural. In his mind, there seems to be nothing he can’t accomplish," Zhen’er remarked with emotion.

Ruoxi was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Indeed! I understand, but it still feels disheartening. We’ve fought fiercely on the battlefield, yet in the end, we still have to be cautious. In conclusion, the only person you can truly trust is yourself."

Zhen’er agreed wholeheartedly.

"By the way, how are things between you and Young Master Bai these days?" Ruoxi changed the subject.

Zhen’er lightly pursed her lips, "I don’t know what to do either. I never thought it would develop like this; the situation has become hard to manage.

I’ve truly been scared off by men, but he seems somewhat different."

Her heart was extremely conflicted because she genuinely didn’t want to get involved in any more romantic relationships; just seeking brief pleasure in bed was already enough.

"Let things take their course; don’t overthink it. When I divorced Chengyi, I also had the intention of never marrying again, but in the end, didn’t I marry anyway?" Ruoxi patiently counseled.

Zhen’er slightly nodded.

"How about we have some food at the Prince Mansion, so they become more convinced the items are here with me," Ruoxi suggested.

"I’m worried that now you’re pregnant, in case some villain intends you harm in the middle of the night," Zhen’er expressed her concerns.

Ruoxi chuckled lightly, "Don’t worry, my husband and I not only have the Hidden Guard for protection, but I’m also not a typical fragile woman; the drugs I carry are enough to give them a hard time."

Hearing her say this, Zhen’er finally relaxed, "Alright, then I’ll trouble you with a cup."

Ruoxi smiled broadly, "Then there’s no problem."

Saying that, she instructed the kitchen to prepare several delicate dishes. Shortly, four people sat around a table and began to eat.

Ruoxi, being pregnant, couldn’t drink alcohol, while the other three freely indulged, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

Jun Moling casually asked Xing Yuan a few questions; seeing that his martial arts were strong, he said, "Since your martial arts are exceptional, you don’t always have to stay at home. You can serve in the military; I will make arrangements for this."

Xing Yuan never imagined he would one day share a meal with Ruoxi, feeling a sense of disbelief.

Looking at her, and remembering the father who gained fame only to be killed by her, he truly couldn’t understand how such a seemingly weak young girl managed to achieve such prowess.

With the room brightly lit, radiant beams spilled onto their faces, bright and dazzling.

As Xing Yuan gazed at the scene, he felt somewhat dazed. He pondered to himself, "Could he truly stand in the sunlight like this? If Ruoxi knew he was Xing Yuan, how would she react? She would likely go to great lengths to put him to death."

He realized he belonged to a completely different world than them and should not harbor any unrealistic aspirations.

"Thank you for your kindness, Prince Zhan. I have no desire to involve myself in officialdom any longer, and will henceforth assist Zhen’er in her business," Xing Yuan slowly said, his tone resolute.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and Jun Moling naturally would not insist.

He slightly nodded, his gaze showing appreciation: "Fine, if you wish to change your lifestyle in the future, feel free to come to me anytime." Jun Moling always valued talent.

"Thank you, Prince. I will consider it," Xing Yuan said, clasping his hands in salute.

At this meal, both host and guest enjoyed themselves. Zhen’er and Xing Yuan stood up to say goodbye and then boarded the carriage.

As soon as they got into the carriage, Zhen’er asked with a smile, "Did I win?"

Xing Yuan did not refute, merely nodded gently, and after a brief silence, said, "I’m afraid she has other motives."

Zhen’er chuckled, "She’s already taken the items and said what she needed to say to me; what else could she possibly aim for? Rest assured! She knows I’m on her side and surely won’t harm me."

Seeing Xing Yuan about to speak but then hesitate, Zhen’er laughed, "Don’t have a harmful heart, but always be cautious; this is something I remember well."

Looking at Zhen’er, Xing Yuan laughed quietly, and softly said, "That’s best."

Saying that, he tightly embraced Zhen’er, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

At this moment, he felt extremely conflicted; could he truly live freely under the sun like them?

He felt lost and uneasy, his heart filled with fear of the unknown, especially worried that Ruoxi would not spare him once she learned his true identity.

"Zhen’er, do you think you can protect me?" Xing Yuan suddenly asked, his voice carrying a trace of barely noticeable vulnerability.

Zhen’er never expected him to ask this question. Her eyes flickered slightly; before she could answer, her lips were sealed by Xing Yuan.

As if uncertain of the future, the two indulged recklessly in their intimacy within the carriage.

On the other side, Ruoxi playfully said to Jun Moling, "Husband, did you lose?"

Jun Moling, helplessly, nodded and sighed, "Dear, I did indeed lose. Sometimes, I truly don’t understand you women. Your thoughts and ideas are vastly different from others."

Ruoxi could not help but laugh, shaking her head gently, "How is this any different? Actually, Zhen’er is quite simple-minded, and her thoughts aren’t complex.

In the past, everything she did was for Chengyi, and now that she’s figured it out, it’s all for herself."

Jun Moling looked puzzled, his brows slightly furrowed, asking, "For herself? How so?"

Ruoxi’s eyes reflected intelligence as she patiently explained, "Think about it; if we were defeated in this struggle, her business would surely plummet, possibly facing various complications.

However, if we win, her business will naturally flourish and thrive, isn’t that the logic?"

Jun Moling paused to think, nodding, "Dear, you make quite a point. However, this situation is rather unexpected for me. If she kept those items herself, perhaps she could achieve something."

Ruoxi deeply looked at him, slowly speaking, "Husband still doesn’t completely understand our situation.

Actually, if it weren’t for our need, I feel with her temperament there’s a high chance she would destroy it.

Because of our need, she chose to do this. Another extremely important reason is for her father.

She doesn’t want her father’s legacy to be buried. Husband, no one truly wishes for war to occur, but if it truly breaks out, she would rather assist the person with better character to rise, and this is her true purpose."

Jun Moling nodded in agreement, emotionally saying, "Dear, you are spot on."

Afterward, Jun Moling asked, "Dear, when should we act?"

Ruoxi was momentarily unresponsive and asked back, "Do what?"

Jun Moling quickly replied, "This matter. My intention surely aligns with yours; doing just a little will suffice to have a deterrent effect."

Ruoxi agreed deeply, her expression solemnly, "Husband, I agree on this point. We should do so; this thing’s lethal power is too great and must not be overused.

If someone with ulterior motives steals it, the consequences are unimaginable and will lead to terrifying disaster."

Jun Moling echoed her solemn expression.

Ruoxi lightly furrowed her brow, pausing slightly before continuing, "Husband, I have further matters to discuss with you. Regarding this, we should proceed like this..."

With that, Ruoxi intentionally lowered her voice, leaned close to Jun Moling’s ear, and elaborately recounted her plan.