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Zhou Bingheng took the telegram.

I glanced at the first one; it was sent by the third brother, Zhou Bingwen.

The eldest brother, Zhou Bingyuan, has recovered from his high fever, his chest infection has been completely suppressed, and he has regained consciousness.

Su Xingmian breathed a sigh of relief.

The life-saving pill worked, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Not only were the patients saved, but even the most difficult and severe drug-resistant infections were eradicated.

Zhou Bingheng didn't say much, but he turned his head and met Su Xingmian's eyes.

He took her hand and held it tightly in his palm.

Gratitude is all in this gesture.

Then he opened the second telegram.

Su Xingmian peeked over and saw the message sent by Grandpa Zhou, which contained only two short lines:

"South Survey - 07-A confirmed to have drifted with ocean currents; three seabed search and rescue operations have yielded no results. Wind direction is tight."

Zhou Bingheng paused, his fingers gripping the edge of the paper. He folded the telegram and stuffed it into his pocket.

He turned and greeted Old Sun:

"Uncle Sun, we won't have the lamb bones tonight. Everyone, please enjoy your meal."

After saying that, he took Su Xingmian's hand and walked quickly toward his own courtyard deep in the alley.

Zhang Cuihua and Ma Chunlan exchanged glances, tactfully maintaining their tacit understanding.

As military families, everyone knew that such an urgent telegram from the highest level was not something that could be casually inquired about in public.

The two went back inside.

Zhou Bingheng bolted the gate and drew the yellowed curtains tightly shut.

The light in the room dimmed.

Su Xingmian poured a tub of warm water and placed it in his hand.

"Is this South Survey-07-A very important?"

Her voice was very low.

Zhou Bingheng took a sip of water.

"This is deadly. This is the hydrographic data of the South China Sea shipping lanes that my elder brother is responsible for escorting."

"The country mobilized hundreds of people and spent a full eight months to uncover the core trump card amidst complex sea conditions."

"If this thing isn't salvaged in time and gets completely buried by silt, all those people's hard work will be wasted."

"The navy's subsequent deployments in the South China Sea will also be largely paralyzed."

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

"The most troublesome part is the last three words: 'the wind direction is tight.'"

Zhou Bingheng placed the enamel mug on the table with a muffled thud.

"Grandpa was overseeing things from above. He used those three words to mean that someone had already started to take advantage of the situation and wanted to make a big fuss about it."

Su Xingmian sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), several thoughts racing through her mind.

"The Jiang family?"

"right."

Zhou Bingheng nodded.

"My elder brother lost crucial strategic materials; he can't escape military justice. If it were a normal accident, the higher-ups might be lenient. But if the Jiang family finds this box first at this critical juncture..."

Before the words were even fully spoken, Su Xingmian already understood.

That would not only be a tremendous achievement for the Jiang family, but they would also take the opportunity to crush the Zhou family and openly infiltrate the lifeline of the South China Sea naval system.

"Song Qingqing is definitely involved," Su Xingmian said with certainty.

Song Qingqing possesses a system that allows her to control the fates of many people.

Judging from the fact that the Jiang family has already started taking action, Song Qingqing knows about her older brother's affairs, and even more so about the box.

The key questions now are: Does Song Qingqing know the exact location of the box? And has Jiang Shuo succeeded?

Su Xingmian was able to grasp the key points, and Zhou Bingheng understood the implications even more clearly.

He opened the drawer, took out paper and pen, and prepared to write the report.

Su Xingmian walked over directly, placed her palm on the back of his hand, and stopped his pen.

His tone was undisguisedly domineering.

"I want to go to the South China Sea with you."

Zhou Bingheng put down his pen and looked up at her.

The South China Sea is now definitely under the watchful eyes of the Jiang family, and with the recent storms, taking her there wouldn't be enough to protect her.

"Stop fooling around, wait for me in Helan Mountain."

He whispered a comforting word.

Su Xingmian not only didn't let go, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck across the chair armrest and straddled his lap.

"Brother, have you forgotten what I am?"

She tilted her head back, and a strange yet captivating faint green halo appeared deep within her pure black pupils.

That was her way of not hiding her non-human characteristics from him.

"I am the only fairy flower spirit in this world, and I am most skilled at manipulating plants."

Su Xingmian grabbed his military uniform collar.

"It's the same in the sea. There are seaweed, kelp, and vast expanses of aquatic plants that seem to stretch to the horizon on the seabed."

"My current demonic power is at the seventh level. Although I can't be considered a great demon who can reach the heavens and the earth, there is no plant in this world that can hide from me."

"As long as my brother remembers the approximate location of the fall into the water, even if tons of mud and sand cover it, as long as there is even a few withered leaves around, I can follow the roots in the water and turn it out."

Su Xingmian tilted her head slightly, her red lips lightly brushing against his earlobe.

"The Jiang family relies on speculating on information asymmetry, and their warships rely on cumbersome sonar reconnaissance. But even combined, neither of these can match the speed of my domineering flower."

Zhou Bingheng's chest rose and fell slowly twice.

This girl, who had just confided in him in the cold wind not long ago, always used this blunt and chilling method.

They played their most lethal trump card in front of him, just to help him share the burden of the Zhou family's crisis.

Look at her beautiful face, which is no different from a human's.

Several times he would forget the terrifying natural power hidden within this body, and only wanted to protect her as his beloved wife.

"Seawater is entirely salty and alkaline; won't that harm you?"

He put one arm around her waist.

A warm feeling welled up in Su Xingmian's heart.

"It's basically like pickled vegetables, which I kind of hate because I'm afraid the roots will rot, but they won't die. Right now, I'm fearless."

After hearing this, Zhou Bingheng raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose.

"Were you chosen because the Gobi Desert in the Helan Mountains is dry and easy to take root in, and you didn't like the humidity of the southern islands?"

What to do when an old fox is sometimes too clever?

Su Xingmian turned her head away from his hand, avoiding answering the question above.

Instead, he replied confidently:

"I like smart people. My brother is the smartest person in the world."

Perhaps he was pleased.

Zhou Bingheng chuckled softly, pulling her closer, his chest heaving.

"Little liar."

After scolding her, he picked her up and put her on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He picked up his military overcoat and put it on.

"Pack two thick coats, we won't write the report. I'm going to get leave from the division commander now. Let's go south together."

Su Xingmian made a hand gesture behind him, her lips curling into a wide smile.

The leave application process went surprisingly smoothly.

When the division headquarters heard that Political Commissar Zhou's older brother was in critical condition on an island, they decided to go and deliver medicine while also comforting the family.

Without asking any questions, Commander Wu quickly approved the extended leave slip.

For the next two days, Su Xingmian stayed in the kitchen without moving.

Apart from taking stock of the bedding and belongings to be taken to the south, she spent almost all her time in the kitchen.

Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, she took the prepared medicinal powder and rolled it into a small batch of pills.

The plant's vitality is infused into the pill through the fingertips, sealed layer by layer.

In preparation for any unforeseen needs while on the island.

The evening before departure.

Su Xingmian, carrying a small cloth bag, knocked on the gate of Wu Qiuli's house at the other end of the family compound.

Liang Jin was chopping wood in the yard when he saw Su Xingmian arrive. He quickly wiped the wood shavings off his hands on his trousers and led her back inside.

Wu Qiuli's belly has already developed a noticeable bulge.

Su Xingmian sat down on the edge of the heated kang and casually placed two fingers on Wu Qiuli's wrist.

The fetal pulse is beating steadily and strongly.

He's a healthy, strong, and mischievous boy.

"Your foundation is being built up, and your body is gaining weight." Su Xingmian withdrew her hand. "However, a white blizzard is expected to hit Helan Mountain in a couple of days, so you'll need to wear an extra thick cotton-padded coat and avoid going out unnecessarily."

As she spoke, Su Xingmian untied the small cloth bag and stuffed a tightly sealed porcelain bottle into Wu Qiuli's hand.

"Keep this medicine with you at all times. Take one pill every seven days while I'm away."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiuli immediately gripped the bottle in her palm.

Su Xingmian moved half an inch closer to her, lowering her voice to a level that only the two of them could hear.

"No matter what emergency occurs next, no matter what pretext others use, whether they say they're giving you high-end nutritional supplements or Western medicine to help you maintain your pregnancy, give them all to Commander Liang and tell him to throw them away."

Su Xingmian gave her instructions, word by word.

"Don't touch anything outside except what you cook yourself at home. Don't even take a sip of water. Do you understand?"

Wu Qiuli is the original female lead in the book, as Song Qingqing said, so Su Xingmian always felt that she should be on guard.

Wu Qiuli was stunned for a moment, then nodded frantically.

"I know what's important, I'm not stupid."

"If you need any help over there, send a telegram back."

"I'll eat this on time, waiting for you to come back."

Early morning, on the day of departure.

A group of military wives crowded outside the courtyard.

Zhang Cuihua was at the front, holding a large cloth bag in her arms, which contained freshly roasted melon seeds and jujube powder.

Ma Chunlan handed over a stack of freshly made fried dough sticks, still steaming hot.

Everyone received the news and learned that the political commissar had gotten into trouble on the island.

With their sincere hearts, everyone stuffed them with dry rations for the journey.

"Come back soon!" Ma Chunlan shouted in a loud voice, "We're counting on you to lead us through those three hundred mu of land next spring!"

Su Xingmian waved through the Jeep window.

The car drove through the dry, cold wind all the way to the provincial capital's train station.

The green train stopped on the platform, its engine spewing out billowing white steam, and its whistle blaring deafeningly.

Zhou Bingheng carried an old canvas duffel bag, shielding Su Xingmian in front of him with one hand, blocking the throng of people.

Su Xingmian pressed against his warm, firm body, her heart beating steadily.

With a muffled thud, the train rolled over the tracks and sped southward.

Meanwhile, in Beijing, three thousand kilometers away.

In the study of a two-story gray-blue Western-style building in the western suburbs.

Jiang Shuo leaned back in the large leather sofa, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers.

The cigarette ash fell onto the carpet, and he didn't even blink.

He lit the telegram he had on hand and threw it into the trash can.

Telegram content: Zhou Bingyuan is not dead.

His face was expressionless, except that his jawline was slightly taut.

A phone call was made.

"Tell the men below to speed up the salvage operation. Even if we have to turn that area upside down, I'll find the box before the Zhou family does."

After giving his instructions, he stood up and went to find Song Qingqing.