"What old woman?" Prince Wen De looked puzzled, "Do you still have the time to be distracted when you’re with me? Am I not able to satisfy you?"

The maidservant gasped provocatively, with eyes filled with charm, she looked at him and said, "How could that be? I love being with the Prince most, but the Prince has no one in his heart."

With a fierce kiss, Wen De bit the maidservant’s cherry lips until they were swollen, "When have I ever had no space for you in my heart? How could I still be with you every night without you? Have you seen me sleep with any other woman? Even if I marry Ya’an in the future, you will still be the one I favor most."

The maidservant pouted, "Prince, don’t try to fool me anymore. I heard what you said with Empress Shangzi."

She regretted saying that, looking nervously at Wen De, not wanting him to be troubled by her momentary anxiety.

Wen De lay back, breathing heavily, "What did I say to Empress Shangzi? How do I not remember meeting her?"

The maidservant stared at his face, "Do you really not remember?"

"Why would I lie to you? I’m tired, let’s sleep." Wen De casually lay down, ready to sleep.

But the maidservant couldn’t fall asleep. The expression on Prince Wen De’s face didn’t seem fake, but she clearly saw Prince Wen De meeting Empress Shangzi and saying those words. How could he not remember?

Could it be that the Prince Wen De she saw was an imposter?

Impossible! The maidservant shook her head secretly; she returned with him and served him throughout the night. How could it be fake?

Could Prince Wen De have amnesia? Occasionally forgetting certain things?

That’s also impossible. She has been by Prince Wen De’s side for five years, and as his woman for two years, she never noticed any such disorder.

The maidservant believed she must have stumbled upon something extraordinary, finding herself unable to sleep soundly.

Meanwhile, Bai Ruozhu was discussing the matter with Jiang Yichun.

"I was stunned at the time; they actually had a relationship—it’s too outrageous!" Bai Ruozhu shook her head constantly, "It should have been Yazi trying to drug Shangzi, intending to have her engage in inappropriate relations with a palace servant, and then expose her indiscretions. However, for some reason, Wen De mistakenly entered Shangzi’s bedchamber and they had relations. The matter hasn’t been exposed yet, but I suspect even if it were, the Emperor would pardon them."

Jiang Yichun sighed, "The Emperor is quite pitiful too, wearing several green hats, none of his sons are actually his."

Bai Ruozhu gave him a light punch, "Don’t talk nonsense! However, this might be a case of the kind-hearted being bullied, or the good horse being ridden."

"Right!" Bai Ruozhu added, "Afterward, I tracked Wen De and discovered that one of his maidservants was eavesdropping on his conversation with Shangzi. That maidservant seemed to like Wen De; her gaze could pierce through Shangzi. Later, Wen De returned and flirted with the little maidservant, completely lacking the passionate declaration he made to Shangzi before. Later, you sent a signal and I hurried over, but I have no idea what followed."

Jiang Yichun grinned mischievously, "What could happen, they surely ended up rolling in the sheets, like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he lunged toward Bai Ruozhu, who shrieked lightly, cursed him softly, and was soon consumed by his tenderness...

In the latter half of the night, Bai Ruozhu suddenly woke up. Her hearing was excellent, alert even in sleep; she detected some extremely faint noises outside—not just any wild cats or dogs.

She hurriedly shook Jiang Yichun awake, gestured for silence, then pointed outside.

Jiang Yichun reacted swiftly, got dressed, and stealthily gestured to her.

Bai Ruozhu also donned a set of black nocturnal attire. Along with Jiang Yichun, she quietly crept out of the room, cautiously approaching the source of the noise.

"Is the drug powder all scattered?" Someone whispered.

The counterpart didn’t reply, only gesturing that it was done.

The questioner remained silent, mouthing, "Hurry."

Soon, the sound of digging could be heard, as they buried something in the earth, extending a line outwards.

Bai Ruozhu and Jiang Yichun exchanged looks, both mouthing the same: Fire Thunder.

It seemed they had buried quite a few fire thunders, planning to blow them sky-high?

The two dared not make any rash moves, lest they prematurely detonate the fire thunder, cautiously concealing themselves to observe subsequent actions.

Before long, they finished burying the fire thunders and led the firing line away.

Jiang Yichun quickly jumped over the wall, cutting the firing line with his sword.

"They probably buried many; there must be other firing lines. We need to find them quickly." Bai Ruozhu whispered.

"I’ll look; you go alert everyone for precaution." Jiang Yichun replied.

"Be careful." Bai Ruozhu knew time was running short, fearing the adversaries had other tricks up their sleeve, leaving no room for delay.

She swiftly returned to the room side, waking everyone door by door.

"Don’t speak loudly; earlier, someone came and buried fire thunders outside, likely in great numbers, possibly with other means to follow." Bai Ruozhu spoke quickly, "Achun is looking for the thunders; everyone get ready."

"I’ll go join him in searching." Jianqi said, flipping over the wall.

Yuan Licheng rubbed his eyes, "I’ll bolster the array; these people know they can’t enter the posthouse, so they bury fire thunders beyond the walls—really, how imaginative! Could they be more potent than the Quanrong’s Fire Thunder Formation?"

At the mention of Fire Thunder Formation, Fo Lanying kicked him directly; years ago, he was a guardian of one such formation and even injured Jiuli’s people.

Yuan Licheng realized his mistake, sheepishly proceeded to work.

Others also began their preparations; a fierce battle awaited them.

Bai Ruozhu jumped back over the strong wall to find Jiang Yichun, subsequently retrieving the buried fire thunders into her space ones, then cautiously took others inside to show everyone.

Yuan Licheng, who had studied these, widened his eyes upon seeing them, "My goodness, these are enchanted fire thunders, crafted by secret methods, at least three times the potency of Quanrong fire thunders!"

Bai Ruozhu was startled, "Are these easy to make?"

"Surely not, generally they’re made small for easy transport, such as these big ones, it’s my first encounter." Yuan Licheng clicked his tongue, "The adversary is sparing no expense to kill us, how many are buried outside?"

Bai Ruozhu made a rough estimate, "Still digging; I reckon at least ten."

"Ten?" Yuan Licheng shouted, "She Zongyi is crazy—ten could blow the whole posthouse sky-high, my array wouldn’t withstand it, the surrounding residences would also be affected, reaching at least five hundred meters around!"

Everyone gasped in unison; She Zongyi apparently resolved to eliminate them at all costs, and these fire thunders seem sourced from a system—do they come free of charge?