"Princess, please reconsider, if we kill him now, the other princes will use the charge of your rebellion as an excuse to join forces against you, leading to a civil war. If Mingyi Country and Sunset Kingdom take this opportunity to attack our nation, we will be attacked from both inside and outside." Although Xuan Yue wanted to kill him, acting against him now would not benefit the Prince Residence.

After hearing Xuan Yue’s words, Feng Xuxu calmed down, but she felt as if there was a stone in her heart that she couldn’t get rid of. "Let that damned Emperor live a few more days. Capture the Demon Lord for me, alive or dead, I want to see his body."

"Back to the princess, they are already on their way back, and the Demon Palace has been leveled by the people led by Feng Qing and Xue Wuhen."

Feng Xuxu looked at Xuan Yue in surprise, the matter had already been handled before she even gave the order, and with such quick efficiency at that.

Seeing Feng Xuxu’s shock, Xuan Yue quickly clarified the situation, "It was Prince Dugu Chen’s command, to eradicate the Demon Palace and capture the Demon Lord alive."

Feng Xuxu was even more puzzled. Did her husband have the ability to foresee the future? "When did this happen?"

Xuan Yue thought for a moment, "Almost two months ago."

Feng Xuxu frowned and thought about it again, nearly two months ago, that was when she was planning to return to the Feng Family village with Dugu Chen, wasn’t it? Why would he suddenly want to eliminate the Demon Lord? Oh, right, she had indeed met the Demon Lord during that time, and he had said some unpleasant things. It must have been jealousy that drove her husband to decide to get rid of the Demon Lord; such a jealous jar he was.

Thinking of her own jealous jar, who had been missing for nearly two months now, she glanced out the window and silently sighed. If it weren’t for her being pregnant, at the moment he fell off the cliff, she would have jumped down without hesitation.

"Princess!" Seeing the princess’s eyes looking lost, as if her soul were about to leave her body, Xuan Yue called out with concern.

Hearing Xuan Yue’s worried voice, she came back to her senses and gave Xuan Yue a gentle smile, "Don’t worry, I’m fine."

Xuan Yue nodded, left the study, and left the princess alone to ponder.

Ever since Feng Xuxu learned it was the Emperor who had Dugu Chen killed, her heart had been deeply troubled. She swore that one day, she would make him die a most miserable death.

The autumn wind outside the window blew coolly as she stood in front of it, looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, feeling desolate.

Baihe pushed open the study door and saw the princess standing by the window, absentmindedly staring outside. She intentionally made her footsteps louder, "Princess, it’s getting cold. Please drink some flower tea. This tea is made from roses you planted yourself."

Feng Xuxu turned around and saw a petal in the teacup. She smiled gently, picked up the cup, and moistened her lips lightly with the fragrant rose liquid that carried a subtle sweetness, instantly filling her mouth and nose—a sudden realization hit her. This rose was watered with the Spiritual Spring Water from her own space. Although the roses were not as good as those in her space, they were much better than those outside.

"I wonder how the tea saplings my brother is growing are doing now; it has been some time." She sipped from the teacup, pondering the tea saplings she had sent over to her brother towards the end of August, uncertain of how they were faring.

"Indeed, it’s been over two months. I assume they’ve already been planted," Baihe replied, pouring another cup of tea for the princess and helping her sit back down, speaking softly.

News of Prince Mei’s disappearance spread through Xueyan Country like the wind. Feng Xi heard about it a month later. It was just before the start of autumn, and they were in a hurry to plant the tea trees. After planting, he rode straight to the Capital City’s Prince Mei Residence to find his sister, not caring about other matters back home.