"Ah Chen, good Ah Chen, wait until it gets better... Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much."

Yun Qingluo wanted to throw herself into Mo Beichen's arms and hug his waist, but she accidentally twisted her back while turning to the side.

He couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Outside the tent.

Mo Feng, who happened to be there to report military intelligence to the prince and had just heard Yun Qingluo's shout, stood ramrod straight, completely at a loss.

Mo Feng looked constipated, his expression shifting unpredictably.

After a while, he let out a long breath.

Your Highness is being far too ruthless, not even sparing pregnant women?

Just then, a lieutenant came over and was about to ask Mo Feng why he wasn't going in when Mo Feng covered his mouth and dragged him away.

Only after they had walked a distance did he release the deputy general.

The lieutenant looked displeased. "Can't you speak properly? I have business with the prince."

Although Mo Feng disliked this deputy general, he didn't want him to spoil the prince's mood.

Otherwise, he'll be the one who suffers in the end.

"The prince is resting with the princess. If you are not afraid of death, then go ahead." Mo Feng's voice was icy, carrying an imposing aura.

He knew that if he tried to stop him, the deputy general would definitely rebel and insist on going.

On the contrary, if you let him go frankly, he will be more cautious.

Sure enough, the lieutenant's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Since the prince and princess are resting, I will come back later."

Inside the tent.

Mo Beichen rubbed Yun Qingluo's waist with a cold expression, his tone unpleasant, "How old are you? Still so reckless."

Yun Qingluo knew he was holding a grudge; she had just made fun of him like that.

"Ah Chen, it hurts." Yun Qingluo's voice was soft and sweet, delicate but not seductive, with a deliberate attempt to coax and please.

Mo Beichen showed no sympathy, saying, "Serves you right."

His hands became even gentler. Yun Qinglu stuck out her tongue as she watched this powerful man lower his head and carefully massage her.

It was as if we were facing a priceless treasure.

When Mo Beichen heard Yun Qingluo cry out in pain, he lost all interest in anything else.

He watched as she lay on the bed, eyes half-closed, enjoying herself and bossing him around.

One moment she'd ask for more force, the next she'd complain about the pain and ask him to go easy on her, which made me both angry and amused.

"Luo Luo is becoming more and more spoiled." The voice was clear and cool, like a feather brushing against the heart, leaving a tingling sensation.

Yun Qingluo's voice was languid and soft as she said coquettishly, "It's all A-Chen's fault."

Mo Beichen raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Oh? My fault?"

Upon hearing the words "this king," Yun Qingluo opened her eyes and looked at Mo Beichen seriously, saying matter-of-factly, "Yes, it's all because of A-Chen's doting."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen chuckled softly, his voice tinged with helplessness, "So, it seems I've made a mistake in favoring you?"

Yun Qingluo stretched out her hand and denied it, saying, "No, with a princess as beautiful and kind as me, shouldn't you pamper me?"

Hearing Yun Qingluo's self-praise without batting an eye, Mo Beichen reached out and gently flicked her pink nose with his finger, saying indulgently, "Luoluo, you have no shame."

Yun Qingluo frowned and glared at him, "His nose wasn't straight to begin with, and you still shaved it."

Seeing this, Mo Beichen lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "It was my fault..."

Yun Qingluo glared angrily, "You mean my nose really isn't straight?"

Xiao Yi, "..."

It's true, is it true that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years?

Mo Beichen turned his head, seemingly puzzled as to why her focus was so different, but still denied it, "Yes, Luo Luo's nose is the most prominent."

Yun Qingluo pressed her advantage, "Then shouldn't you spoil her?"

Xiao Yi, "Listen to your own unreasonable words, you're really shameless."

Yun Qingluo answered domineeringly with her mind, "My man is mine to do whatever I want with him."

Xiao Yi scoffed, "Tch, go ahead and act all high and mighty. You're only doing this because Mo Beichen dotes on you."

A smile flickered across Mo Beichen's lips. "Luo Luo is willing to give her husband the chance to pamper you. I couldn't be happier."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo slowly lowered her hand and placed it on her stomach, her smile fading.

Seeing this, Mo Beichen felt uneasy and asked softly, "Where did I say something wrong?"

Yun Qingluo narrowed her eyes, opened them to look at Mo Beichen who was cautiously watching her, and felt a pang of pain in her heart. "It is my greatest wish that Achen can give me the opportunity to be with you."

In his previous life, he was a man of his word, and no matter how much she caused trouble, he spoiled her throughout his life.

Although that life was rather short, only ten years...

But the unwavering affection over the past decade has never faded, which is truly rare.

Mo Beichen lowered his eyes and continued massaging Yun Qingluo. Although he didn't know why she had suddenly become depressed, he didn't lie.

Now, he can marry her, win her heart, and even have her willingly bear his children—things he never dared to dream of.

He will surely protect her for a lifetime, ensuring her happiness and well-being, and will risk his life to safeguard her.

"Ah Chen, you still haven't told me how the army is doing?" Yun Qingluo was concerned about the war.

It wasn't that she really cared; what did the upheaval of the world have to do with her? She was just concerned about everything he cared about.

He loved all the people of the world, so she would protect them with him; he cared about the soldiers on the battlefield, so she was willing to do everything she could to reduce casualties for him.

However, considering the injuries Ye Ming and Mo Beichen had sustained, the army must have suffered heavy losses.

To injure Mo Beichen, one would have to engage in a war of attrition on the battlefield... but with Mo Feng around, he would risk his life rather than let Mo Beichen take such a risk.

That leaves another possibility: not only did the Eastern Wu Kingdom participate in this war, but the Northern Yue Kingdom also participated.

Achen was already exhausted from leading a large army into battle, and later he joined the Northern Moon Kingdom and the Eastern Martial Kingdom.

What puzzles her now is whether the cooperation between the Northern Moon Kingdom and the Eastern Martial Kingdom is temporary or whether they each have their own plans.

The two wounded A-Chen, one in front and one behind. Judging from Ye Ming's expression, he seemed unaware of who had inflicted A-Chen's previous knife wound.

But as members of the royal family, they are always good at acting, so it's possible that it's just a facade.

After all, this is a golden opportunity to bring down Mo Beichen.

She didn't believe that the two countries would remain indifferent. If they moved to Mo Beichen, Tianmo Kingdom would lose a major fighting force, which would greatly reduce the threat to them.

For both countries, Tianmo Kingdom was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

However, if she could think of this, the emperor certainly could too.

Then why does he still wish for Mo Beichen to die?

Yun Qingluo didn't think about those distant things. As it stands, this small city defense line has actually made the princes of the three kingdoms rush forward one after another, risking their identities to kill Mo Beichen.

Does this mean they're certain that Mo Beichen has no one backing him up?

Did they anticipate that even if the Tianmo Kingdom knew they had conspired to kill Mo Beichen, they wouldn't stand up for him?

After all, after the battle with the Tianlang Kingdom, the Tianmo Kingdom is temporarily unable to contend with the other two countries.

So, are they just going to act so recklessly?

Thinking of this, Yun Qingluo was so angry that she couldn't breathe properly for a moment, and her face turned even redder.