Linglong was really anxious.

After receiving the emperor's order, she set off, traveling from the capital to Zhengde County without stopping.

At first, Linglong wanted to go in, partly out of spite.

But after Dazhuang stopped him like that.

After he finished speaking, she realized that sulking was a minor matter; the real issue was national affairs.

Now, with her anger and anxiety, Linglong herself doesn't know what's wrong with her.

Perhaps, in her heart, she was truly heartbroken for the lives of the soldiers on the front lines, whose fates were uncertain.

“But when my husband is resting, no one disturbs us.”

This time, Mu Wanqing adopted the air of a matriarch, her tone much firmer than before.

His expression became more serious.

"Miss Qing'er..."

Linglong wanted to say a few words of advice to Mu Wanqing, but Mu Wanqing just frowned.

The Mu Wanqing of today is no longer the Mu Wanqing of the past.

She had already grown into a matriarch and possessed the demeanor of one, but in front of Liu Feng and at home, she simply behaved as usual.

Once outside the gates of this courtyard, even when facing thousands of soldiers on the training ground, she could still maintain her imposing presence.

This kind of superior demeanor has been cultivated through numerous major events and is ingrained in one's very being.

“Miss Linglong, since you’ve come to ask my husband for a favor.”

"To put it bluntly, the emperor is now in need of my husband."

"So what if you wait a bit?"

"Don't you even have this much sincerity?"

These words left Princess Linglong stunned on the spot.

"But, the frontier?"