The Fourteenth Prince was shaken back to his senses by Zhu Wanqing. He glanced at Zhu Wanqing's face and suddenly his mind went through everything that had happened before, as if playing a movie.

From Zhu Wanqing risking her life to rescue him from the villa, to the assassination attempt on the Fourteenth Prince's residence, and Zhu Wanqing's personal revelation that his two legitimate sons and the princess had been murdered by Yongzheng, and that Yongzheng was unwilling to let him go, sending men to chase him to the island—everything was a constant struggle between Zhu Wanqing's face and the Seventeenth Prince's face. For a time, the Fourteenth Prince didn't know who to believe.

Zhu Wanqing, completely unaware of the situation, asked with feigned concern, "My lord, why aren't you saying anything? Don't frighten me..."

The Fourteenth Prince stared into Zhu Wanqing's eyes and said coldly, "Tell me, was my son really killed by an assassin, or by Emperor Yongzheng?"

Zhu Wanqing's face turned pale instantly. She stiffly withdrew her hand from the Fourteenth Prince's arm, forced a smile, and asked with evasive eyes, "Your Highness, what are you saying? The assassination attempt on the Prince's residence was all orchestrated by Yongzheng. Don't you believe me?"

The Fourteenth Prince shook his head blankly, and said in despair, "Why won't he let me go... I'm his own brother, born of the same mother!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wanqing thought that the Fourteenth Prince's hard-won determination had wavered, and she stood up angrily, saying, "Your Highness, how can you still have mercy on him? It's because you are his own brother that he fears you and didn't hesitate to kill your mother, all to take away what rightfully belongs to you..."

Fourteenth Prince hadn't expected Zhu Wanqing to be so agitated. Seeing her panting and her stomach heaving, he immediately sobered up and quickly stood up to support her, saying with a forced smile, "Don't get so agitated. I was just thinking about things from my childhood, and that's why I'm feeling sentimental..."

Zhu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she had been a bit too impulsive. She threw herself into the Fourteenth Prince's arms, sobbing, "My lord, please don't frighten me anymore. I've given everything for you. Didn't you promise me you'd fight to the end for me and our child?"

The Fourteenth Prince gently patted Zhu Wanqing to comfort her, and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, I remember everything..."

In fact, Zhu Wanqing had already noticed that something was wrong with the Fourteenth Prince, but she didn't dare to ask. Fortunately, the Fourteenth Prince quickly regained his composure and patiently comforted Zhu Wanqing, but he was unwilling to tell her where he had gone.

Zhu Wanqing had no idea that the Fourteenth Prince had just met with the Seventeenth Prince right under her nose. Holding Zhu Wanqing, the Fourteenth Prince was filled with mixed emotions. The truth he had always believed in had been overturned by the Seventeenth Prince's words. Although the Fourteenth Prince desperately tried to convince himself to believe the woman in his arms, another voice kept urging him to find the truth.

As night deepened, Zhu Wanqing, blushing, dismissed everyone from Cangyue Tower and pulled the Fourteenth Prince back to the inner room. Inside, smoke swirled around the screen, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

The Fourteenth Prince stopped in his tracks. Zhu Wanqing, startled, asked, "My lord? I've prepared bathwater for you..." The Fourteenth Prince kissed Zhu Wanqing's forehead and smiled, "I'm tired today and want to rest early. Please use these first..."

Before Zhu Wanqing could react, the Fourteenth Prince turned and left, leaving her stunned. After a long pause, she slammed her hand over the screen and roared, "Guards! Take all of this away..."