Lu Qixuan stood up, fluttered his cloak, and sat down aside.

"I don't want to. For me," Lu Qixuan's temperament had calmed down a lot, "you are the woman I love. If the Ninth Prince hadn't threatened me to sign the divorce agreement that day, I would never have separated from you."

"Qixuan,"

…

Fu Tong'er called out indifferently, with Chun'er standing beside her without saying a word.

"Qixuan," Fu Tong'er ate another bowl of nourishing porridge to support the pregnancy. "Don't mention the past anymore. I divorced you, and Jiu Ye helped me with the divorce. Have you ever thought that it wasn't Jiu Ye who threatened you, but I asked him to find a way to help me with the divorce?"

"Have you never loved me?" Lu Qixuan turned to Fu Tong'er. "You like men who lead troops. Even though I'm on the front lines now, I still don't catch your eye. The Ninth Prince is fourteen years older than you. Why did you fall in love with him?"

"When will you leave the capital..." Fu Tong'er asked calmly, "Your Ninth Uncle's military orders are as strict as a mountain. If you delay, he will definitely be angry and scold you again."

"When I return to Beijing," Lu Qixuan said, "I will avenge your family's destruction."

Fu Tong'er looked up at Lu Qixuan. Somehow, she felt that this might be the last time she and Lu Qixuan would see each other in this life.

"Qixuan," she looked away.

"Um?"

"Go ahead and follow your uncle's orders to defend Dayan." Fu Tong'er had just put down her bowl when the cook brought her ginseng, deer antler and shrimp porridge.

…

"Did Master Jiu order you to do this? Does he want to feed the pigs?"

The girl said, "Princess Regent, there's nothing we can do about this. The Ninth Master said you have a poor appetite and you're pregnant with the young prince, so he asked the kitchen to always have light, nutritious meals ready. He told you to eat them."

…

…

"Got it, put it here."

…

"It's been more than half a year." Fu Tong'er stretched out her hand and looked at him. "Qixuan, go ahead. Listen to your Ninth Uncle. If you really love me, then listen to your Ninth Uncle and respect his orders."

Fu Tong'er said this while stroking the growing fetus.

"Qixuan, you are going to have two younger brothers."

Lu Qixuan lowered his eyes and looked over from afar: "Ninth Prince's actions are really quick. If I had married you and consummated the marriage with you, I wouldn't have given Ninth Prince a chance."

He choked up again as he spoke: "He used his experience and skill to tease you and coax you into submitting to him. The speed was so fast, it was really... really!"

Fu Tong'er is sober now.

"I think I should be willing." Fu Tong'er caressed the fetus, a mother's kindness already on her face. "If he only flirted with me unilaterally, that's called being a hooligan, and I would slap him a few times. But what if I am also interested?"

She raised her head and looked into Lu Qixuan's tearful eyes: "What is it called then?"

Lu Qixuan stood up and turned around. There was a heavy thunderstorm outside.

"Tong'er, wait for my triumphant return." He uttered his last few words miserably. "The Ninth Prince has ordered me to leave the capital at noon. The time is almost up, I must go, please take care of yourself."

"Where's your concubine?"

…

Lu Qixuan's throat loosened, and he covered his tears: "He died suddenly in prison."

Fu Tong'er's hand holding the ginseng porridge froze.

"It must be the Ninth Prince who sent someone to kill her! She has tried to kill you many times!" Lu Qixuan clenched his fists, and the armor on his body creaked.

…

"Do you hate him?" Fu Tong'er put down the ginseng porridge.

"who?"

"Your Ninth Uncle."

…

"Hate." Lu Qixuan clenched his fists and turned around. "I hate him so much!"

At this time, a tall and strong figure was listening at the side wall of the main courtyard.

"He stole you! He killed my concubine, and he slept with you! He got you pregnant with twins! He's my elder, and he actually likes to steal my women!"

Fu Tong'er looked at the figure outside the door, walked down, and with the support of Chun'er, went over to pat Lu Qixuan's arm.

"Your Ninth Uncle must not hear this."