Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yingjun recalled the scene he had witnessed, as well as the ambiguous marks he had previously seen on his own prince.

The answer, when everything is put together, is yes.

"Sure," he replied in a low voice.

Feng Xi's eyes lit up. "So, there's going to be good news in our household."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, "But whose daughter is that? The future princess..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Shadow Falcon's light cough. "No matter what her status is, if the prince wants her to be his princess, no one will dare to object."

Fenglin nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Shadow Falcon thought to himself that the woman's identity was probably not simple, and she was probably not from the capital.

What about the prince...?

Feng Xi, who was standing to the side, suddenly sat up straight. "Why don't you try a bite?"

Shadow Falcon snapped out of his thoughts and looked at him.

Feng Xi pointed to the lunchbox.

"This was a gift from the Prince and the future Princess. If you don't eat it, it will get cold and it won't be good for you. If you don't eat it, what will you say when the Prince asks about it?"

Shadow Falcon thought about it and felt that it made some sense.

He reached out and pulled the lunchbox in front of him, opening the lid completely.

A fragrant aroma wafted out.

The food smells different from usual.

The rice was pure white, topped with a layer of dark brown, glossy meat, and mixed with some bean-like bits.

Feng Xi couldn't help but lean closer and sniff.

"What's that smell?" He frowned. "It smells so good... but I've never smelled it before."

Shadow Falcon picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.

I chewed it.

Feng Xi stared at him. "How was it?"

Shadow Falcon didn't speak, chewed again, and swallowed.

He looked at the lunchbox, paused for two seconds, and said, "It's delicious."

Feng Xi's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer. "Want to try some?"

Shadow Falcon glanced at him and handed him the chopsticks.

Feng Xi took the meat, picked it up, and put it in her mouth.

As he chewed, his movements slowed down.

"This taste..." he mumbled, "our kitchen can't make it."

The two of them used the chopsticks to eat half of the boxed lunch, one bite each.

Shadow Falcon put down his chopsticks, suddenly remembering something, and stared thoughtfully at the empty box.

He then opened his mouth and said, "You know... wouldn't it be much more convenient if we had this song while marching?"

Feng Xi asked, puzzled, "Why? Doesn't it still need to be cooked?"

"No need," Shadow Falcon said. "I think we can just bring the food in, pour in some cold water, and wait a moment before eating."

"No need to light a fire?" Feng Xi thought he had misheard. "How can you cook rice with cold water without fire?"

Shadow Falcon looked at him earnestly and said, "I saw it with my own eyes."

Feng Xi was utterly astonished. "How is this possible..."

Then he added, "I'm getting curious too; it's simply unbelievable."

He couldn't help but move closer to Shadow Falcon. "You said that girl... what's her background?"

The Shadow Falcon shook its head.

Feng Xi thought for a moment, "Could it be that the Prince is outside...?"

He started to deny it halfway through his statement.

"No, the prince has been staying in the manor these past few days and hasn't gone anywhere. How did that girl get in?"

Shadow Falcon didn't speak; he wanted to know too.

How did that woman get in?

Did it appear out of thin air?

The prince was clearly the only person in the room.

Feng Xi noticed his expression was off and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shadow Falcon snapped out of his reverie, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing."

Their origins are unclear; it seems we must investigate thoroughly to avoid harming the prince.

……

On the other side, the Shadow Falcon left and closed the back door.

Su Wuli watched as Yu Chen folded the letter and placed it on the table.

A thought kept swirling in my mind.

Military newspaper?

Is war about to break out?

The online posts and comments kept replaying in her mind.

Su Wuli stirred in his arms and looked up at him.

Keeping your voice as soft as possible, ask, "What did the letter say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen looked down at her and said, "It's about the border."

She waited a while, and seeing that he showed no intention of continuing, she tentatively asked, "Is there going to be a war?"

He just stared at her without saying a word, and that gaze made her feel a little guilty, as if she had asked too many questions.

But she couldn't help it...

"It's just..." She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ribbon on his lapel, "It's just... I heard it was a military report, that a lot of people will die in the war—"

"Um."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Chen responded in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli paused and looked at him.

The sunlight made his eyes appear lighter than usual.

There was no expression on their faces.

"Then..." Su Wuli paused, staring at the man as she opened her mouth, "Will you go?"

The man's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

He then retorted, "What?"

She was stumped by the question and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He looked away after a moment and said in a low voice, "I was just asking, don't you have to lead troops in every battle..."

Yu Chen did not answer, remaining silent for a moment.

Su Wuli waited for a while, then couldn't help but look at him again.

The sudden gaze into those dark eyes made her heart skip a beat.

He asked, "Worried?"

His gaze seemed to see right through her.

Su Wuli lowered her eyes subconsciously.

Yu Chen reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her face and meet his gaze.

The man's eyes were deep, and she couldn't decipher their meaning.

Yu Chen slowly spoke, "I have fought many battles."

His dry fingertips brushed against her chin, then released.

He then gave a nonchalant reply, "I won't die."

These three words again.

As Su Wuli listened, her worries didn't dissipate; instead, they became even more uneasy.

They always say that...

Suddenly, a large hand covered the back of her head and gently pressed it.

"The food is getting cold."

She paused for a moment, realizing he didn't want to talk about this anymore.

Then I looked at the self-heating rice box on the table; there was still more than half left.

Su Wuli reached out and pushed the lunchbox towards him, "Then eat quickly."

Yu Chen glanced at her, then picked up his chopsticks.

She leaned against him, watching him eat.

She wasn't paying attention to anything else, but suddenly noticed the man's gaze abruptly halt as he looked at her.

Before Su Wuli could ask any questions, she suddenly returned to her room in the blink of an eye, noticing his slight change in expression.

She stared wide-eyed at the familiar apartment room before her, momentarily speechless.

She glanced at the time; it was four in the morning, and it was still dark.

Is this... the dream abruptly interrupted?

After that, I tried to sleep but couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did.

The next day, when she arrived at the film set, she wasn't in good spirits. Su Yuan kept asking her worriedly if she had insomnia and hadn't slept well.

In addition, she suddenly bought a lot of things in the past two days that made Su Yuan suspicious.

Su Yuan had been observing her very carefully.

During the break, Su Wuli couldn't resist taking out her phone and typing in the search box.

How did people escape from house arrest in ancient times?

A bunch of random things popped up on the page instantly.

They dug tunnels, bribed guards, and pretended to be sick.

She scrolled down, and the more she scrolled, the less reliable it seemed.

Dig a tunnel?