On the eve of Mu Beichen's departure for war, a scene of women singing and men following was being staged at Feiyu Academy.

"My dear wife, have you prepared such a huge pile of things because you want me to lead troops into battle, or to travel the world?" Mu Beichen exclaimed in surprise at Yu Qianqian's back as he sat at the table.

Yu Qianqian was packing her things in front of the bed with her back to him when she heard the sound. She turned around with displeasure, and the man opposite her, who was resting his chin on his hand, immediately looked back at her casually, revealing a wicked smile.

She saw the man's smug face and originally wanted to teach him a lesson, but when she thought about how he was going to fight on the battlefield the next day, she turned her head and glared at him fiercely before continuing with her own business.

I don't want to talk to him, but I'm afraid of revealing my reluctance and inner turmoil, and I don't want to add any burden to him at this time.

Surviving in chaotic times is incredibly difficult. Back then, the Yu family was such a large clan, and the Yu family patriarch was renowned far and wide. Mu Feiyu and her cronies orchestrated a series of fabricated charges against the Yu family, resulting in the extermination of the entire clan. From that moment on, a lingering pain remained in her heart.

Yu Qianqian slowly turned her head, staring blankly at the man opposite her who was still laughing foolishly. Her eyes reddened slightly, and without thinking, she rushed over and hugged Mu Beichen tightly, sobbing softly, "Mu Beichen, you must promise me that no matter whether we win or lose this war, you must come back unharmed. You must not die in vain on the battlefield, you must not be distracted by anything, and you must not abandon me and the child..."

Mu Beichen remained seated, his smile undiminished. He raised his hand and cupped her tear-reddened face, giving her a light peck on the lips. Upon tasting the strange flavor, he immediately frowned, his gaze contemptuous, disgusted by the mixture of tears and powder.

This woman is usually too lazy to look in the mirror, but today she actually put on rouge!

But this smells a bit strange.

To this day, the rouge shops in Kyoto are the most famous. Even if you randomly pick an inconspicuous shop, no one would be foolish enough to sell such strange things and deliberately ruin their reputation.

I just can't figure out the reason behind this.

Although he really wanted to figure out what was going on with that strange smell, Yu Qianqian rarely showed such a vulnerable side in front of him, and he couldn't bear to ask her directly and ruin the mood.

Prince Jing stared at his little woman for a long time, and seeing that her emotions were gradually calming down, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He forced a smile, pulled Yu Qianqian into his arms like a kitten, and narrowed his long, almond-shaped eyes to examine her face carefully: "What good stuff did you put on your face today, Madam? Why does it smell so fragrant?"

For the first time in his life, Mu Beichen blatantly lied and felt utterly at peace with himself.

The Mu family was incredibly powerful and respected in the Northern You Kingdom, enjoying immense prestige for generations. Although he was born out of favor, the Second Prince was still a very influential figure in the eyes of the world. Powerful and noble families from both the court and the lower classes flocked to him, which was far easier than asking others for help.

Even if these people's initial intentions were to seek benefits for themselves, being born into royalty means there's no reason for them to take on unprofitable business. The more people they cooperate with, the more secure their position will become.

But he could never figure out how to deal with his own woman.

Yu Qianqian nestled in his broad chest, looking petite and adorable. She tilted her head up and gazed at him expectantly, her eyelashes slightly curled and fluttering in front of him.

Hearing Mu Beichen mention this, she felt a little uneasy. In fact, that fair and rosy complexion was not a good thing. Last night, she saw Jiang Languo's spy on the back mountain. To avoid people, she hid in a bunch of pink bushes. When she came out, her face and body were covered with a strange smell. Later, she heard that it was small photinia produced in the Fangwai Kingdom, which could be used as an aphrodisiac.

Even though this stuff looks like it's been tinted with rouge, the strange smell just can't be masked.