FM - 7

Chapter 07: Now, I Have No Regrets  

After Du Boqin returned, it began to rain in Fanlu again—winter rain, lingering and bone-chilling. The worst weather of the year. 

One afternoon, Zhen Ning emerged from her studio and saw several cars parked in front of the mansion. It seemed that Fanlu had visitors today. 

Zhen Ning tried to sneak into the kitchen through a side door in the corridor, bypassing the main hall. As she passed by the living room window, she heard men’s voices arguing inside. The first voice she recognized was He Meinan’s: “Who signed the discharge papers at my hospital to let him leave early?” 

Murmurs filled the room. After a pause, He Meinan continued his tirade: “No wonder! How did I hear that the cargo ships of the Du family in Princess Port can’t leave anymore? Did the Jiang family and your family have a falling out? Jiang Ai has gone mad! Why does he act nothing like his father? It’s just a marriage contract—does it really warrant such a fallout?” 

Du Boqin’s hoarse, low voice was almost drowned out amidst the commotion: “Can you take turns yelling at me?” 

“Both of you step aside; let me go first.” He Meinan pushed James and Xie Zi aside. “Boqin, you’re my patient now. If you don’t follow medical advice, don’t bother calling me in this weather ever again! Going to Tuomo Palace in this weather and climbing up there on your own—do you even know what climbing does to your lungs?” 

Du Boqin admitted straightforwardly: “I was wrong. My apologies. Si San, please escort President He to the tearoom for coffee.” 

As He Meinan walked out, still fuming, he shouted: “I’ll apply to have my name removed from your medical team!” 

Si San, who had been guiding He Meinan out with a bow, immediately raised his head and pleaded: “President He, please reconsider?” 

After He Meinan left, James quickly stepped forward: “We’ve made some progress on the old Tumu Milin case. I’ll report to you in a few days. But yesterday, as soon as I returned to the capital, I received a call from the lawyer. Boqin, why are you giving up?” 

The investigation into the plane crash that killed his father was nearing the end of its twenty-year statute of limitations. If he gave up now, it would mean permanent abandonment. 

James had been assigned to investigate Du Boqin’s father’s case for many years and knew better than anyone the immense pressure Du Boqin had endured. Without Du Boqin’s stubborn persistence, the case would never have progressed. Now, when everything was finally heading in the right direction, he suddenly decided to stop. Even James found it hard to accept. 

Du Boqin stood up from the sofa and walked to the window. Suddenly, he said: “Go back inside; don’t stand in the rain.” 

Zhen Ning, who had been standing outside the window, touched her nose and walked away. 

Du Boqin gazed out the window, silent for a long while before speaking: “I originally planned to wait until I heard your full report before making a decision. But then I realized—it’s no longer necessary.” 

That day, despite being ill, he had visited his father’s gravesite. James understood there was no point in persuading him further and said: “I’ll prepare a final case report for you.” 

James sighed with regret: “Your father was innocent. He shouldn’t be remembered as a stain on Moselan’s history.” 

Du Boqin didn’t respond. His hands gripped the windowsill tightly, his breathing heavy. 

James paused, suddenly realizing something. Making this decision must have been hardest on him. He took a step forward: “Boqin—” 

But Du Boqin had already turned away from the window: “Go have coffee with Meinan.” 

Xie Zi waited outside the hall and saw the familiar tall figure walk into the kitchen. He followed her in and stood behind Zhen Ning: “Miss Shu, I was rash that day.” 

Zhen Ning flipped over the dough she had prepared on the table, planning to bake cookies that afternoon. Her tone was indifferent: “Every man in Moselan adores the future princess. Mr. Xie, I understand.” 

Xie Zi’s face flushed red: “No, I owe you an apology.” 

Zhen Ning’s expression remained calm, but her words were sharp: “Mr. Xie, do all of you see me this way? A woman who disrupts royal marriages?” 

Looking at her placid face and thinking of the shocking things she was capable of doing quietly, Xie Zi suddenly shivered involuntarily and fell silent. 

“She hates me. Come out,” Du Boqin entered, leaning against the kitchen door and speaking indifferently. 

Xie Zi left. 

Zhen Ning stood in front of the kitchen cabinet, retrieving plates. Seeing him walk in, she asked: “Your Highness, why did you abandon the lawsuit regarding your father’s case?” 

Du Boqin sat in the dining chair, pouring wine. Hearing her question, he paused: “You heard?” 

Zhen Ning stood beside him, holding a plate, waiting for his answer. 

Du Boqin gave a noncommittal reply: “For no reason. I’ve abandoned the lawsuit. I no longer need the Feng family’s cooperation. I’ll arrange for Si San to terminate your work contract.” 

Zhen Ning asked: “May I leave?” 

Du Boqin set down his glass and smiled, half admiring, half annoyed: “Can Fanlu hold you back?” 

Zhen Ning stood tall: “Your Highness, I’m not your lover in Fanlu. I belong to myself.” Du Boqin continued drinking and nodded: “Of course.” 

“Zhen Ning,” Du Boqin said softly behind her, “Will you stay? In Kangduo?” 

Zhen Ning paused mid-step, remaining silent for a long time before shaking her head and walking away. After the guests left that day, the Fanlu Manor returned to its usual tranquility. 

One afternoon, Zhen Ning saw his car pull into the driveway from the first-floor hall. He got out and walked toward the house. Whether from the rain or the cold wind, his face was pale, and he ignored her, heading straight into the study. 

Despite being surrounded by officials and bodyguards, protected from even a drop of rain on his coat, Zhen Ning couldn’t understand why he looked so terrible. 

One night, the fortress-like black car drove into the estate’s courtyard. A maid came up to report: “Miss Shu, His Highness wishes to see you.” 

Zhen Ning was escorted into the study on the first floor. 

This was Moselan’s second military nerve center. To avoid suspicion, Zhen Ning had never even passed by this room before. 

Yi She pushed open the door and gestured for her to enter. 

Zhen Ning stepped inside. The room was vast, warmly heated. This study, known externally as the second most important military site in Moselan, had a large desk covered with stacks of documents. The wide computer screen was off. Adjacent to the study was a meeting room with a walnut table where his notebook rested, its blue light faintly flickering. Thick folders with color-coded labels lined the table, each containing encrypted national files. 

Du Boqin wore a light-striped shirt and a black cashmere sweater. Leaning on the sofa, he lit a thin cigar. The crisp click of the lighter echoed; his pale face glowed like jade under the blue flame. 

Seeing her enter, Du Boqin mumbled through the smoke: “Sit.” 

Zhen Ning frowned, annoyed: “I hate secondhand smoke.” Du Boqin extinguished the cigarette reluctantly. 

Zhen Ning sat across from him. 

Du Boqin glanced at her: “Regarding the southern jungle incident, what do you have to say?” 

Zhen Ning remained composed: “Yes. My father died there.” 

“Anything else?” 

“No.” 

“How did you know about Mo Ya?” 

Zhen Ning sneered: “I made it up.” 

“I apologize for my attitude at the time.” His gaze locked onto her eyes. “Zhen Ning, let me ask again: Regarding the southern campaign, what do you have to say?” 

“No.” Zhen Ning pressed her lips tightly shut, refusing to speak further. 

Du Boqin reached for the internal phone: “Is James here? Let him in.” James knocked and entered: “Boss?” 

Zhen Ning rose to leave: “Do you have official business?” 

“Sit down,” Du Boqin commanded, his voice heavy with authority. “Personal matter.” 

Du Boqin sat calmly on the sofa, addressing his intelligence officer: “Sit.” 

James sat down. 

Du Boqin’s eyes lowered slightly, as if afraid of something. He didn’t speak but rested his hand on the armrest, his long index finger tapping rhythmically on a cigarette box. 

Tap. Tap. 

Slow, heavy, suffocating. 

Having worked with him for years, James understood these subtle gestures. They signaled deep unease, a major decision weighing heavily on his mind. 

Du Boqin coughed lightly, covering his mouth, and finally looked up: “You have results?” 

James’s face flickered with uncertainty as he pulled out a sheet from the file and unfolded it. Du Boqin glanced at the test report. 

James began his concise report: “I found the bulletproof SUV—Miss Shu’s vehicle during that time. It was left in the forest where government forces clashed and remains preserved in a local camp garage as crucial evidence.” 

A faint glimmer appeared in Du Boqin’s eyes. 

James nodded affirmatively: “Although much of the original evidence has been destroyed over time, I used testing reagents and extracted blood samples from beneath the steering wheel. DNA analysis confirms—it’s your blood.” 

Du Boqin had anticipated this but still felt a jolt in his chest, clenching his fist as he coughed lowly. 

James maintained a professional tone: “This conclusively shows that Miss Shu interacted with you after you were injured.” 

Du Boqin’s face paled slightly, his voice low, raspy, and eerily calm: “Show the report to Miss Shu.” 

The report was handed over, but Zhen Ning didn’t glance at it. Her face remained expressionless. 

James awkwardly ruffled his messy hair: “What follows is purely my investigative report. If anything is incorrect, please correct me, Miss Shu.” 

“I deduced that Miss Shu drove through Cunsang Bend, turned onto a small road leading to the forest where the explosion later occurred—a thirty-minute drive. The timeline aligns closely with the hillside where Your Highness engaged with the drug lord. Another point of interest is the tracking signal you sent. I conducted a detailed second-by-second analysis and reviewed witness reports, finding a breakthrough. At that exact moment, a reconnaissance drone detected helicopter flight records. Comparing this with the last signal received by your ground security team indicates that the rescue helicopter was still airborne when your final distress signal was sent.” 

James concluded: “The final distress signal wasn’t sent by Your Highness or Miss Jiang. Therefore—it must have been a third party.” 

Du Boqin turned his face away, a strange mix of relief and despair washing over him. 

James hesitated, unwilling to meet his gaze, and murmured: “Boqin, talk it out with her.” 

James glanced at Zhen Ning, organized the documents, and quietly left with his briefcase. 

Zhen Ning watched James leave: “Now that I’ve heard everything, may I go?” 

Du Boqin’s right hand rested silently on his leg, his head slightly bowed, his breathing heavy and uneven. 

He shook his head, signaling her to stay. His right hand remained tightly pressed against his leg, gripping his pants to endure the pain in his lungs. The dark gray trousers wrinkled under his clenched fist. 

Finally, Zhen Ning stood: “Your Highness?” 

Du Boqin took a while to recover, tilting his head to look at her. Confusion and anguish slowly surfaced in his eyes: “You stayed in Fanlu for so long, able to find me anytime. Why—didn’t you tell me?” 

Zhen Ning turned her face indifferently: “If I’d known my father would die, I wouldn’t have saved you.” 

“Zhen Ning,” Du Boqin’s voice was deep and somber, “You once said I owed you a life. Now I understand.” 

Zhen Ning had already made up her mind: “Your Highness, since that’s the case, please release Kong Wei.” 

“You want me to give him freedom?” 

“Yes.”

“He is a registered active-duty soldier of Moselan, with five years left in his service term. It’s impossible for him to leave without authorization.” 

“Your Highness always has a way.” 

“Alright.” 

Zhen Ning looked at him, her voice clear: “If you release him, we’ll be even.” 

Without waiting for Du Boqin to respond, she turned the doorknob and left the study. 

Fanlu Manor 

Du Boqin stood at the entrance of the main house, accompanied by Lulu. Zhen Ning glanced at him—his pale face was accentuated by the black cashmere coat he wore. He was still recovering, and his complexion lacked vitality. 

The staff moved her luggage under the eaves. Zhen Ning put on her coat and stepped out: “Go back inside; it’s too cold out here.” 

Du Boqin kept his hands in his coat pockets, occasionally coughing softly, but still insisted on accompanying her to the courtyard: “Let me see you off.” 

As Zhen Ning spoke, her breath formed white mist in the cold air: “I’ll still come back to work this month until Fanlu finds a new Chief Perfumer.” 

Du Boqin nodded: “I know. Si San reported it to me.” 

At the time, Zhen Ning had been with him at the hospital for a check-up. Du Boqin had asked her what she wanted, and Zhen Ning said she wanted to move out of Fanlu Manor. 

His tone remained calm: “You’ve seen the news.” 

Zhen Ning knew what he meant. At the start of the New Year, the Royal Office press room was overwhelmed with work because gossip tabloids in Kangduo kept breaking shocking stories. First, Prince Geoffrey was rumored to have cancer, only for palace doctors to deny it later. Then came the news that Crown Prince Du Weier had ended his engagement with Miss Jiang Moyah. 

Zhen Ning smiled faintly, avoiding any discussion of his personal affairs: “Your Highness, take care.” 

The estate driver pulled the car up. Her luggage was already loaded, and the guards stood straight beside the vehicle. Zhen Ning waved at them and walked toward the car door. 

Suddenly, Lulu barked and darted from Du Boqin’s side to her car. The dog placed its paws on the car door, its wet eyes gazing at her longingly. 

Zhen Ning bent down to pat its head: “Good boy, go back now.” 

Du Boqin walked over slowly and stroked the dog. Lulu immediately stood obediently behind him. Du Boqin extended his hand, gently holding her wrist, then leaned down to open the car door for her. With refined elegance, he helped her into the back seat—a gesture typical of Kangduo nobility. 

He held the car door and said softly, his voice slightly hoarse: “Zhen Ning, the rest of my life belongs to you.” 

Zhen Ning’s shoulders trembled involuntarily. Before she could respond, Du Boqin closed the car door. 

From that day on, Du Boqin began to enjoy seeing her off after work. 

Zhen Ning still loved studying the plants in the hills behind Fanlu. Du Boqin usually returned from Danguang Tower around five o’clock and then escorted her back to the hotel where she stayed in the city. 

One day, as they drove through downtown and passed the Jiayong Foundation Building, Du Boqin said: “Do you like the hot dog shop on the first floor?” 

Zhen Ning’s gaze was fixed on the shop, its smoky aroma wafting through the air. Unconsciously, she swallowed several times. 

Du Boqin picked up the car phone: “I’ll have Yi She accompany you to buy some.” 

Recently, his outings had been exceptionally low-key. The newspapers in Kangduo were still abuzz about the canceled engagement. Every day brought new headlines: one day claiming that Jiang Moyah had grown thin from heartbreak and fainted at a charity horse race, the next quoting insiders who said the wedding was called off because the Crown Prince had an affair. 

The constant stream of royal gossip had sparked widespread public discussion. Jiang Moyah’s public image had been carefully cultivated over the years, and the public adored her, already considering her the future queen. Some radicals even protested outside the Prime Minister’s residence on Municipal Avenue, demanding that Du Boqin address the matter publicly. 

The head of security soon approached the car and bowed respectfully: “Your Highness?” 

Zhen Ning got out of the car and crossed the street, instructing the head of security to queue up for hot dogs and coffee while she went to the neighboring ice cream shop. 

Zhen Ning stood in the open-air café square, surrounded by a wide, tree-lined avenue filled with colorful fashion boutiques and department stores. Yi She approached, handing her a brown paper bag containing a warm sausage. 

Zhen Ning held her coffee and sausage, taking a large, satisfying bite. 

Yi She carried the large cup of ice cream she had bought: “Isn’t it too cold for ice cream, Miss Shu?” 

Zhen Ning was so moved by the food that she almost cried: “It pairs perfectly with the hot dog.” 

Yi She’s eyes remained alert, scanning the street opposite the fortress-like black sedan. He tidied up the hot dog bag for her: “Shall we go back?” 

Zhen Ning quickly scooped two more spoonfuls of ice cream, hurriedly shoving them into her mouth: “Wait a moment, let me eat a bit more. I can’t take this back—it’ll get me scolded.” 

Turning his head, Yi She saw her eyes wide open, tears nearly spilling from the cold. He stopped immediately: “Eat slowly.” 

Zhen Ning’s mouth was numb from the cold. 

Standing on the steps of the building, Yi She, the usually stern head of security, suddenly remarked: “Your departure from Fanlu upset His Highness deeply.” 

Zhen Ning was surprised: “I didn’t notice any signs of sadness in him.” 

Yi She revealed a hint of helplessness: “Sometimes when he returns late from work, he finds that you’ve already left Fanlu. When Si San reports this to him, he doesn’t say a word—just looks disappointed and goes inside.” 

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, the sound of swirling winds seemed ever-present. 

The light snowfall from last night had stopped by morning. The hundreds of hectares of tarmac had been cleared of snow, and workers were driving vehicles to spread de-icing agents. The damp concrete stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 

Zhen Ning stood by the window, silently gazing at the international aircraft exhibition before her. 

Row upon row of colorful planes, bearing the logos of airlines from around the world, were parked quietly on the ground. Neither of the two runways, each thousands of meters long, had any planes taking off or landing. 

In the distance, two planes were parked. Their fuselages were painted in the blue-and-white colors of the Moselan flag, with a golden eagle emblem—a simple yet striking design—on their tails. One was a Boeing airborne command aircraft, followed by a Galaxy strategic transport plane. Ground crew bustled below. 

It was the return of the Defense Chief’s special aircraft from an overseas visit. 

Zhen Ning stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the VIP lounge. This would be the last time. 

The new Chief Perfumer of Fanlu Manor had already started work, and she was arranging her return home. Since moving out of Fanlu, Du Boqin had been extraordinarily accommodating to her. Zhen Ning knew he didn’t want her to leave, but even though he was hurting inside, he hadn’t said a word to her about it. 

Before his trip, he had asked her: “Is there anything else you’d like to do in Kangduo?” 

Zhen Ning thought for a moment: “I remember you saying you could take me flying?” 

Du Boqin gently touched her hair: “Yes, wait until I return.” 

Zhen Ning gazed at the apron, her heart rising and falling with the sound of the wind. The melancholy of parting at an airport always felt heavier than elsewhere. 

Due to security requirements, Kangduo International Airport was sealed off for about ten minutes. Curious tourists began gathering outside the glass windows, and a few passengers recognized the dignitary aboard the plane, excitedly taking photos from afar. 

Zhen Ning descended the jet bridge and stepped onto the tarmac. 

The accompanying officials and airport staff had already dispersed, leaving only the head of security and his team guarding the aircraft. As Zhen Ning approached the plane, she saw Du Boqin and Xie Zi emerge from the cabin. 

Zhen Ning waited at the foot of the stairs, tilting her head slightly to look up at him. 

Du Boqin was impeccably dressed, exuding diplomatic poise—black suit, white shirt, purple tie, neatly tailored dark gray overcoat, his hair perfectly groomed. Though his face showed signs of fatigue, he appeared spirited. 

On the tarmac, Du Boqin lifted her up in a rare display of joy. 

Seeing how happy he was, Zhen Ning didn’t resist, simply patting his shoulder to signal him to put her down. 

“All your subordinates are watching,” she said lightly. 

Xie Zi smiled politely, greeted her, and boarded the waiting car. Yi She directed the guards to load Du Boqin’s documents and laptop into the vehicle. 

The guards opened the car doors for them. 

The sedan sped along the airport expressway in the capital. 

Zhen Ning nestled comfortably in the spacious backseat, leaning against his shoulder. She inhaled his familiar scent—a crisp cigar aroma mingled with the faint fragrance of trees. Her restless heart finally began to settle, and she drifted off to sleep. 

Du Boqin glanced at her: “Tired?” 

Zhen Ning sat up straight: “They said you’d arrive at seven in the morning, but you were delayed until nine.” 

Maintaining his composed demeanor, Du Boqin gently steadied her shoulder, his voice low and tender: “Sorry, there was an unexpected meeting. Rest for a while.” 

Zhen Ning fell asleep in the car, slumbering peacefully. Unaware, the car carried them into the Fou Air Force Base. 

Seeing her sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed pink, Du Boqin couldn’t bear to wake her. The car was spacious, warm, and comfortable. He instructed the guards to watch over the vehicle and bring her to his office once she woke. 

Having arrived at the airport before dawn and waited until nearly noon, Zhen Ning was exhausted and slept deeply. When she finally stirred groggily, she realized she was in Du Boqin’s car, wrapped in his coat, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

Still half-asleep, Zhen Ning climbed out of the car, her mind foggy. Just as she stuck one leg and half her body out of the car, her back suddenly shuddered violently, freezing her in place. 

Looking up, she saw a row of pitch-black gun barrels pointed at her. 

Her mind snapped awake instantly. Raising her hands calmly, she said: “Gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding.” 

The tall, imposing man leading the group wore a military uniform and had a stern, square face: “Who are you? Why are you in His Highness’s car?” 

Zhen Ning’s mind raced, but she couldn’t think of a safe explanation. Keeping her hands raised, she quickly scanned the area until she spotted Yi She rushing toward them from the garage entrance. 

Yi She shouted as he ran: “Gade! Hey! Stop!” 

Gade, the towering leader, glanced at him and signaled his men to step back slightly, though the guns remained aimed. 

Yi She swiftly positioned himself in front of Zhen Ning, catching his breath: “This lady came from Fanlu. She is under His Highness’s protection.” 

Gade paused for a second, then lowered his weapon. Zhen Ning finally stepped out of the car. 

Only then did Gade seem to realize he was facing an elegant and charming young woman. He smiled shyly and saluted her: “My apologies, miss.” 

Zhen Ning smiled politely: “It’s alright.” Gade and his men resumed their patrol. 

Yi She let out a deep sigh of relief: “Miss Shu, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon.” 

Zhen Ning checked the time—she had slept for nearly three hours. Yi She handed her hot coffee and a sandwich. 

Together, they exited the parking lot. Yi She walked half a step behind her, reporting: “The ministerial meeting just concluded. Today, His Highness is inspecting the flight exercises of the Second Air Squadron. He instructed Miss Shu to wait for him in the logistics base office.” 

Zhen Ning thought for a moment and asked: “Can I watch from outside?” 

Yi She replied: “Let me check.” 

Yi She slowed his pace, made a call, and waited a few seconds, likely consulting the secretary. After hanging up, he turned to her: “His Highness asks if you’re dressed warmly enough.” 

Zhen Ning pointed to her down jacket: “Yes.” 

Yi She nodded and hung a badge around her neck. His expression was worried: “Knowing he would enter today, the flight doctor gave him a check-up yesterday. Miss Shu, please ensure His Highness’s safety.” 

Zhen Ning nodded. 

Yi She gestured to a row of chairs: “Alright, sit over there. If you don’t speak, no one will bother you.” 

Zhen Ning sat in front of a white two-story building. This was merely an aircrew base, far from the actual training airfield. A few simple military facilities painted in camouflage green dotted the area. Soldiers occasionally strolled by, glancing at her curiously. Some whistled loudly, but no one dared approach. 

From her vantage point, she could see the distant control tower and runway. Various reconnaissance and missile planes continuously took off and landed. 

The sky was vast and boundless—green buildings, gray clouds, and a blue expanse. The roar of fighter jets swept overhead, and the crisp, cold air felt invigorating. Zhen Ning found herself utterly at ease. 

She sat alone, sipping her coffee and watching planes glide across the sky with great interest. Three hours of flight training passed in lively excitement before the empty skies finally returned to winter’s tranquility. 

A guard came to escort her away. Zhen Ning followed Du Boqin’s guards across the open grounds, through the logistics base buildings, to the rear hangar. Parachute crews were still organizing equipment nearby, but deeper inside, there was no one. 

Zhen Ning saw a massive enclosed warehouse constructed from high-density silvery material, spanning the size of two football fields. Inside, various fighter jets were parked. From a distance, she spotted Du Boqin’s tall, straight figure standing beneath a plane. Beside him were a technician in overalls and two senior officers. They were examining the open belly of the plane, occasionally exchanging quiet words, likely inspecting the ballistic systems. 

Yi She and two guards stood silently at the entrance of the passageway, maintaining a respectful distance. 

It was the first time Zhen Ning had seen him at work, so he seemed somewhat unfamiliar. He wore his military uniform, a meticulously tied dark green tie, and the pilot’s jacket she loved seeing him in. His spine was as straight as a sword, his face unsmiling, his brows sharp and stern. He exuded authority and cold dignity. 

As the ancient texts described: “Iron-faced and sword-browed, wielding power over armies.” Zhen Ning felt her heart pounding like a drum. 

The guards didn’t approach but saluted from the passageway entrance, reporting to their captain: “Sir.”

Du Boqin heard the sound and turned his head. He saw her slender figure hiding behind the soldiers, her head bowed as if lost in thought. 

He turned to his subordinates and said something briefly. After a short exchange, they left through another passageway one by one. 

Du Boqin waved at her: “Come here.” 

Yi She gestured to the guards, and they also retreated. Zhen Ning slowly walked over. 

Du Boqin’s face remained cold, but his gaze softened: “Cold?” Zhen Ning looked slightly dazed: “No.” 

Du Boqin held her hand and scanned her face: “Did you enjoy it? Your nose is red from the cold.” 

Zhen Ning nodded vigorously: “It was amazing!” 

A faint smile broke through Du Boqin’s stern features: “Follow me.” 

Zhen Ning followed him through the hangar onto the vast runway and grassy field. In the distance, a silver-winged Y-16 fighter jet lay quietly on the tarmac like a giant gray cat. 

Zhen Ning held her breath—it was the first time in her life she had been this close to an actual serving fighter jet. 

She was so happy she almost cried. 

Yi She stood aside and handed Du Boqin a checklist. Du Boqin took it and began the pre-flight inspection around the aircraft. 

“Come here,” Du Boqin called to her from in front of the cockpit, waving her over. 

“Promise me no high angles, no dives, no excessive maneuvers,” Zhen Ning pleaded, looking up at him with a beseeching expression. 

“What did Yi She tell you?” Du Boqin chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. You’re here—I’m afraid I’ll make you dizzy.” Zhen Ning climbed aboard. 

Du Boqin sat in the cockpit. 

“I swear I won’t touch anything,” Zhen Ning raised her hand. 

“Good girl,” Du Boqin said. “Excuse me, Zhen Ning, lower your head a bit.” Zhen Ning had been secretly leaning on the edge of the cockpit to peek at the plane’s wingspan. 

Du Boqin reached out and gently pushed her head inside. Zhen Ning quickly pulled back: “Hey!” 

Du Boqin’s long fingers tapped the control stick: “Miss Shu, please allow me to retain some dignity in the military.” 

Zhen Ning obediently sat back. 

Du Boqin went through the pre-flight checks one by one, then murmured: “Shall we begin?” 

Zhen Ning nodded. 

He pressed a button, and the wireless signal connected. The faint hum of radio waves filled the air. Du Boqin stopped talking to her, his expression gradually becoming calm. 

The control tower greeted them first, likely aware that he was on board, their voice tinged with nervousness: “Good afternoon, Kamdor-512.” 

Du Boqin’s voice was as calm as ever: “Good afternoon.” 

Following the instructions from the control tower, Du Boqin started the engine. The roar of the engine grew louder as it began to spin rapidly. 

Zhen Ning couldn’t help but whisper in awe: “Oh my God!” It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. 

“Kamdor-512, request for taxi-out.” 

“Kamdor-512, you are approved taxi to runway 16.” 

“Taxi to the runway 16, Kamdor-512.” 

Zhen Ning watched motionlessly as he skillfully maneuvered the plane onto runway 16. 

“Kamdor-512, before take-off checklist.” 

“Before take-off checklist completed, Kamdor-512.” 

“Kamdor-512, clear for take-off.” 

“Clear for take-off, Kamdor-512.” 

The engines spun at high speed, emitting a loud, sharp roar. The plane began to accelerate down the runway. Zhen Ning felt the fuselage tremble. With a gentle pull on the stick, Du Boqin lifted the plane off the ground. 

The aircraft shot straight into the clouds like an arrow. 

The air traffic controller began reporting altitude, confirming everything was normal. Du Boqin followed the flight path, flying over fields, mountains, and rivers bathed in sunset, the distant buildings of Kangduo resembling colorful boxes. 

Zhen Ning’s heart was deeply moved—it was unbelievable. Du Boqin flew steadily for a long time. 

They passed through the clouds, slowing down. Zhen Ning saw cotton-like clouds spread across the golden sea of the bright sky. 

Her excited heart finally began to calm. 

“We’re almost there!” Du Boqin checked the direction. “I’ve requested a temporary route from air traffic control. Look down.” 

As the altitude slowly descended, Zhen Ning saw emerald-green mountains, dense forests, and winding rivers shimmering with golden light. In her view appeared a gentle green slope, with a gray mountain path faintly visible among the dense woods. As the plane drew closer, Zhen Ning finally recognized the familiar azure lake halfway up the mountain and the brick-red villa complex that looked like it was painted in a picture. 

It was Fanlu Manor. 

Seeing Fanlu from above revealed its unique charm. 

The deafening roar of the fighter jet grew louder as it approached. Si San stood under the corridor, gazing upward for a moment before realizing what was happening. He quickly turned and went back inside. Within seconds, all the staff at Fanlu put down their work and rushed out to the garden, waving excitedly at the plane. Lulu jumped around on the grass, chasing after the plane. 

Du Boqin gripped the control stick and suddenly said: “Are you ready?” Before Zhen Ning could react, the plane dove downward. 

For a moment, the intense sensation of weightlessness made Zhen Ning feel as if she were floating. Her heartbeat accelerated, and her vision momentarily blacked out. When she blinked again, the brick-red roof of Fanlu was within arm’s reach. 

“We’re going to crash!” 

Zhen Ning screamed and covered her eyes. 

Du Boqin sharply pulled up on the stick, and the fighter roared as it ascended rapidly. The roof of Fanlu grew smaller again. 

Zhen Ning felt a squeezing sensation in her body and struggled to breathe. 

“Are you alright?” Du Boqin leveled the plane and, feeling uneasy, reached out to hold her hand. Zhen Ning hadn’t undergone training, and the pressure during acceleration could be dangerous for an untrained civilian. 

But excitement outweighed discomfort for Zhen Ning, and she immediately shook her head. 

The plane circled Fanlu several times before heading back toward the sunset. Layer upon layer of clouds stretched endlessly before them. Zhen Ning closed her eyes, thinking she might die in this soft golden ocean. 

Du Boqin never let go of her hand. 

Zhen Ning leaned against his neck. At one moment, she gently closed her eyes, saying nothing, yet it felt as if she had spoken volumes. 

—Like a dream in the sky. 

Until the plane returned to Foukong and began its descent, the long runway came into view, and tiny ground crew members waved flags below. 

The plane landed smoothly, decelerating as it taxied down the runway. Then the roar of the engine ceased. 

Du Boqin sat in the cockpit, closing his eyes briefly before reaching out to hold her hand. Zhen Ning’s voice seemed to float in the air: “Thank you.” 

Du Boqin glanced at her and smiled faintly: “What are you thanking me for?” 

Zhen Ning replied: “Thank you for giving me the best memory of Kangduo.” 

A sudden chill ran through his palm. Zhen Ning was startled: “What’s wrong?” 

Du Boqin smiled gently: “Nothing. Come, let’s get out.” 

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Zhen Ning packed her belongings in a room on the second floor of Fanlu Manor. 

She had already packed her personal items when she moved out of Fanlu last time. What remained were mostly work notes and some unfinished fragrance components. Si San brought her an aviation case as requested, and now the case sat on the floor as Zhen Ning carefully placed items inside. 

Her work at Fanlu was officially over, and she was preparing to return home. 

After finishing packing, Zhen Ning closed the suitcase, picked it up, and headed downstairs. As she reached the living room on the second floor, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the courtyard below. 

Zhen Ning glanced outside from the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window—it was Du Boqin’s car. 

Soon, sounds of movement echoed from the tea room downstairs. The driver parked the car in the garage, Yi She directed the guards to change shifts in the courtyard, and Si San’s quick, steady footsteps could be heard in the hall. 

He was back. 

Zhen Ning crouched on the second floor, watching secretly. She knew she would never see such a grand entrance at Fanlu again. Once all the cars had left the courtyard, she finally stood up, picked up her suitcase, and prepared to go downstairs. 

Du Boqin stood under the corridor, his face dark. The staff helped him remove his suit jacket at the entrance. Even as he entered the living room, he remained silent, loosening his tie with a tug. 

Si San observed his expression, stopping Yi She at the door and asking in a low voice: “What happened?” 

Yi She shook his head: “He attended a meeting at the Parliament Building this morning.” Si San turned to instruct the maids: “Bring His Highness a glass of warm water.” 

At that moment, a servant reported: “Your Highness, the driver from the Royal Polo Club delivered this to the foot of the mountain. It has been inspected and is to be opened as soon as you return.” 

Du Boqin took the glass of water and responded in a low voice: “Open it.” 

Upon hearing this, the servant immediately placed the box on the coffee table, cut the tape, unwrapped the packaging, and removed the outer box, revealing the massive object inside. 

Everyone was stunned. 

On the table lay an entire set of Strait War Preparedness models—a giant aircraft carrier, a row of offshore oil rigs, accompanied by battleships, destroyers, submarines, and planes on the deck whose wings had all been broken. 

Du Boqin stood in front of the table. On the box was a line of crooked black letters: “Take it if you like.” 

Those black letters seemed to spin wildly in his vision, morphing into a giant clown face mocking him eerily. Du Boqin’s fingers spasmodically tightened around the glass, and in a hoarse voice, he said: “Si San, have everyone leave.” 

Hearing his suppressed, almost emotionless tone, Si San didn’t have time to speak to Yi She and immediately turned to enter: “Everyone, leave.” 

The staff silently withdrew from the hall. 

Du Boqin stood rigidly in the living room, gripping the glass tighter and tighter until the water inside began to ripple. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slammed the glass onto the table. 

The largest battleship on the table was instantly shattered, glass fragments mixing with pieces of the model, scattering everywhere. 

Si San stood silently by, his brows twitching slightly. 

Unsatisfied, Du Boqin grabbed a set of bone china teaware from beside the coffee table and hurled it at the pile of models. The porcelain shattered, and the table was soon reduced to ruins. 

His lips pressed tightly together, his breathing heavy and erratic, his face pale. 

Finally, Si San stepped forward uneasily: “Your Highness, don’t let this harm your health.” 

It had been years since Du Boqin had thrown a tantrum and smashed things at Fanlu. 

Du Boqin shoved the remaining teacup into Si San’s hands, struggling to steady his breathing. He turned and walked toward the stairs. Just as he reached the stairway, he looked up and saw Zhen Ning standing at the second-floor landing. 

Zhen Ning had been quietly leaning against the wall. Seeing him, she awkwardly touched her nose. 

Upon seeing her, Du Boqin coughed softly, his expression instantly regretful: “Why is she here?” 

Si San truthfully reported: “Miss Shu came to hand over her work. Today is her last day at Fanlu.” 

Du Boqin’s face darkened further. 

Zhen Ning descended the stairs, carrying her suitcase. Du Boqin reached out to take it, his voice low after his earlier outburst: “Have you set a date to return?” 

Zhen Ning nodded. 

“Call Fanlu when you get home,” Du Boqin handed the suitcase to Si San. “Escort Zhen Ning back.” 

His eyes were heavy with desolation. 

“Wait, Boqin,” Zhen Ning suddenly said. “I want to take one last walk in the hills behind the estate. Will you accompany me?” 

Du Boqin heard her, paused for a few seconds, then nodded. 

Si San waited at the entrance of the hall, handing Du Boqin a waterproof coat. Du Boqin took it and put it on. 

Si San stood in the courtyard, watching the two of them walk slowly side by side toward the trail behind Fanlu. He glanced back at the chaotic living room and sighed in relief. 

Zhen Ning stepped lightly on the yellowed grass along the stone path: “Work not going well?” 

Du Boqin had already calmed down: “I lost control of my emotions.” 

“Not passed?” 

“Hmm.” 

Zhen Ning knew he had been tirelessly pushing for the recovery plan of North Cheli Island in Congress for years, navigating between the cabinet, the military, and the royal family due to his unique position. Nothing else could have angered him this much. 

“How much effort have we put in to reach this point today? Not to mention Geoffrey,” Du Boqin said bitterly. “If he publicly makes more foolish statements to hinder our work, this country won’t reclaim North Cheli Island for another ten years!” 

The issue of North Cheli Island’s sovereignty had always been a thorn in Moselan’s side.

The island of North Cheli had historically been a territory of Moselan, paying tribute as early as the era of the Black Tea Kingdom. In the 1950s, Moselan declared independence and self-governance, ending colonial rule. However, before the colonizers left, they installed a puppet regime on North Cheli Island to govern separately from Moselan. By the 1970s, this regime had fallen under the control of Leon’s armed forces, which had dominated the island for over forty years. The population consisted mostly of mixed Moselan and Cheli residents. Under Leon’s extreme militaristic rule, which neglected economic development, the islanders lived in persistent poverty and backwardness.

North Cheli Island and its adjacent gulf were rich in oil resources. Lacking independent extraction technology, Leon was nonetheless cunning and resourceful. As early as the 1980s, he bribed several large bourgeois families in Moselan, led by the Xiang family. For decades, they secretly transported oil via clandestine pipelines to neighboring countries. Leon squandered the proceeds on extravagant indulgences and military armaments to fortify the island, while the wealthy families amassed vast fortunes and began cultivating political influence, running for parliamentary seats and controlling parts of the government. Over the years, these families obstructed every cabinet’s attempts at military action against North Cheli.

After Du Boqin was promoted to Chief of Staff of the Ministry of Defense, he proposed to Defense Minister Pan Leige that the Prime Minister’s Office authorize him to sever this maritime oil transport route. Moselan intended to use this as leverage to negotiate and resolve the long-standing disputes over North Cheli Island.

While many in Moselan secretly supported reclaiming North Cheli, few political parties dared to confront the powerful families head-on. Efforts had failed since Du Boqin’s father’s generation, and even Prime Minister Major had warned him not to be too radical. To protect this golden pipeline, those old men would resort to any extreme measures.

Zhen Ning admired his courage but couldn’t help advising: “This is a long historical issue. Take it slowly—you’ve already done well.”

Du Boqin sighed softly: “I was too impatient.”

The two walked slowly through the forest. The broadleaf trees had shed their leaves in winter, and a thick layer of decomposed leaves covered the valley floor. Zhen Ning took a deep breath; the winter air carried the fragrance of tree branches. “I’ll always miss the back hills of Fanlu,” she said.

Hearing this, Du Boqin became unhappy again. He turned to look at her, his expression aggrieved: “Do you really have to leave?”

Zhen Ning looked up at the sky and suddenly said: “You know, my parents didn’t have to adopt me.”

When her parents had an accident in Ethiopia, Zhen Ning was only three years old, and her memories of them were hazy. After their deaths, there were no direct relatives on her father’s side. Her mother’s letter instructed her younger sister to take care of Zhen Ning, as they had been close sisters in their youth. But at the time, Zhen Ning’s uncle’s financial situation wasn’t good, and after living with them for over a year, she was deeply unhappy. At four or five years old, she began to feel the weight of being dependent on others.

Upon learning of her situation, the Feng family immediately brought her back to Huaguo. Zhen Ning’s biological parents were old acquaintances of Feng Lun, who had once told him that if anything happened during his expeditions, he should entrust his youngest daughter to his friend.

As children, the four siblings were mischievous and often got into trouble. No matter who caused the chaos, their mother was always gentle with Zhen Ning, while her three older brothers often cowered under their mother’s fierce scolding. Their father used to chase the boys around the yard but would simply lift Zhen Ning onto his lap and stroke her hair—he adored his youngest daughter the most.

Listening to her reminisce about her childhood, Du Boqin fell silent for a long time before asking sadly: “Will you go back first? Can I visit you?”

Zhen Ning looked at him helplessly: “Boqin, even if we no longer hold grudges, our families aren’t suited to interact.”

Du Boqin remained resolute: “I don’t care. I’ll visit you in Beijian.”

As they walked back toward the Fanlu mansion, Zhen Ning suddenly looked up at the entrance to the mountain path and asked: “Have you contacted Princess Pingce?”

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Zhen Ning sat in her hotel room in the city, watching TV. Nearly all of Moselan’s citizens were glued to their screens, awaiting the live broadcast at noon. Today, Kangduo International Airport had closed an entire runway to welcome the return of Princess Pingce, the only daughter of the late King Tuo Mo IV, after completing her studies abroad.

By the time Zhen Ning turned on the TV, the plane had already landed. A Moselan Airlines passenger jet stood at the end of the runway, with a boarding ladder set up and a long red carpet laid out below.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. Finally, the aircraft door opened slowly.

Princess Pingce stepped out. She had a youthful, radiant face, long brown hair, and features reminiscent of her father. Dressed in a white suit and matching lace hat, the eighteen-year-old showed no sign of nervousness. She descended the stairs, paused elegantly to wave at the cameras, and then smiled sweetly.

That one warm, approachable smile instantly captured the hearts of all Moselan’s citizens.

The princess walked down the stairs, shaking hands with officials who had come to greet her. The guard unit surrounding the stairs applauded enthusiastically, and the honor guard began to play music.

The convoy departed from the airport, heading toward the palace where the princess would reside.

Crowds of enthusiastic citizens lined the streets, and wherever the convoy passed, cheers erupted. When Pingce left Kangduo after her father Tuo Mo IV’s death, rumors of royal intrigue filled the tabloids, though the royal family never responded. Prince Geoffrey had governed Karla Palace for three years without significant contributions, and his recent interference in national affairs through personal political views had drawn public dissatisfaction. Thus, Princess Pingce’s return garnered overwhelming support—an elegant, beautiful, and highly educated young princess poised to ascend the throne fulfilled the public’s fantasies of an ideal monarchy.

Pingce was the rightful first in line to the throne. Although her uncle currently controlled Karla Palace’s internal affairs, public calls for her succession grew louder.

Feng Rong called Zhen Ning: “Did you watch the live broadcast?”

“Yes,” Zhen Ning replied. She was genuinely happy for Pingce—the little girl she had once rescued from Karla Palace, who had cried on her shoulder asking, “Is my daddy dead?”—had now grown into a regal figure.

Feng Rong was in a good mood lately: “Sister, you did well this time.”

Zhen Ning smiled: “Thank you, Brother.”

In recent years, various political forces within Moselan had been calling for Princess Pingce’s return, but none had the ability to ensure her safe return and ascension. Recently, officials from the Du Weier family-led Ministry of Defense faction approached Feng Rong with a reliable proposal: the military would guarantee the princess’s safety upon her return until she ascended the throne. In exchange, the princess, as a representative of the royal family, would publicly support the government’s efforts to reclaim North Cheli.

Princess Pingce had remained cautious, protected by her maternal family and the Feng family. Feng Rong, a shrewd businessman, knew that Pingce holding the royal seal was their strongest advantage.

The Feng family wanted shares in the Du family’s rare flower business.

Upon hearing this condition, Zhen Ning couldn’t help but gasp. The Du Weier family controlled eighty percent of Moselan’s flower and medicinal herb cultivation and export industry. If the Feng family entered the fray, they would effortlessly claim a share of this gold-lined riverbank.

To her surprise, Feng Rong chuckled: “Du Boqin was strict and meticulous when negotiating Pingce’s return but agreed to this condition surprisingly quickly.”

Zhen Ning frowned: “Has he gone mad?”

Feng Rong added: “He agreed to transfer five percent of his shares to your name. Sister, we’ll all depend on you for handouts.”

Zhen Ning panicked: “Brother!”

Feng Rong laughed softly: “I’m joking. Mother wouldn’t approve.” Zhen Ning realized he was right—Mother would never let go of the past. Feng Rong asked: “Have you booked your flight?”

Zhen Ning gave him her flight number.

“Alright, Brother will send someone to pick you up,” Feng Rong replied.

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At the parking lot of the Wind Manor Hotel in Kangduo, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror. A tall, straight figure strode purposefully toward them. The driver immediately opened the car door and stepped out.

Du Boqin entered the hotel briefly and emerged ten minutes later with an inscrutable expression, clutching a piece of hotel stationery.

He had arrived lightly accompanied today, only to find that Zhen Ning had already left, leaving behind a note at the front desk.

Back in the car, Head of Security Yi She leaned over and asked: “Your Highness, where to?”

Du Boqin hesitated. She would soon leave Moselan. With Princess Pingce’s return, he had been busy all week and hadn’t seen her. He had cleared his schedule for the afternoon, only to find her gone. After a moment’s thought, he calmly replied: “Back to Fanlu.”

Using her phone’s location system, Du Boqin saw that she had left Kangduo and headed to Ganyang Province.

He called Xiang Jiashang to see if she had gone gallivanting with him.

Xiang Jiashang, trapped in a family feud on Lin Yin Avenue, sounded weary: “Isn’t she staying at the hotel under your watch?”

“Have you seen her?” Du Boqin asked.

“No,” Xiang Jiashang replied.

Du Boqin cut to the chase: “My call is anti-surveillance. How are you holding up?”

Xiang Jiashang perked up slightly: “You colluded with the princess, and now our family’s going bankrupt. My eldest brother is furious and hasn’t had time to deal with me.”

“What about Xiang Jiayun?” Du Boqin asked.

Xiang Jiashang returned to his lazy tone: “Losing billions a day—Xiang Jiayun loves money more than anything. Aren’t you taking away the family’s lifeline?”

Du Boqin snapped: “Can you stop being so lazy? Your old man has always favored you. Though Xiang Jiayun holds power, you’re not without a chance.”

Xiang Jiashang sighed: “Father’s from the older generation, always preaching loyalty to the nation. But he listened to my brother’s sweet talk and thinks you’re trying to strip the Xiang family bare.”

Du Boqin chuckled: “He’s not wrong—I do want to test how much oil you’ve got.”

Xiang Jiashang muttered disinterestedly: “Does Your Highness even care about such small change?”

Du Boqin interrupted: “Just stay put.”

Xiang Jiashang groaned: “Boqin, I support you! Send the army to rescue me!”

Du Boqin hung up.

He tried Zhen Ning’s phone again, and this time it connected.

She shouted loudly: “Didn’t you read my note?”

“I saw it. Where are you?” Du Boqin asked.

Her voice was nearly drowned out by the howling wind: “I’m leaving Moselan. I came to visit my parents.”

Du Boqin understood—her biological parents were buried in Moselan, in the Ganyang Mountains outside Kangduo.

Before they could say more, the call dropped due to poor signal.

Du Boqin opened the car’s map. Kangduo was nestled between mountains and sea. To the north lay the gentler Fanlu Mountains, while Ganyang Mountain stretched northwestward, far from the capital. Its remote location included an undeveloped natural canyon and treacherous mountain paths.

In summer, it was lush and scenic, a breathtaking destination. But in winter, Ganyang’s harsh climate made it the coldest spot in the capital region. Its winding, uneven roads were unsuitable for skiing, and aside from local residents, it was nearly deserted.

Du Boqin wondered if she had checked the weather forecast before heading there alone. Looking toward the horizon, he saw dark clouds pressing heavily over the forest—snow was imminent.

Exiting the estate, Du Boqin was helped into his coat by Si San. Snow tires had already been fitted, and Yi She was overseeing the guards checking the fuel tank.

“Use your usual car—it’s safer,” Si San suggested.

Du Boqin shook his head: “Not fast enough.”

Si San placed a bottle in the car: “Your water bottle—be careful not to get cold.” Yi She stood up, nodded, and opened the car door.

Du Boqin settled into the driver’s seat.

He revved the engine, and the car roared out of the garage, speeding toward the estate gates.

Yi She and a group of guards followed in another vehicle.

Outside the estate, snowflakes began to fall heavily. Traffic police in waterproof coats directed order, and Du Boqin patiently braked.

At that moment, a call came through from the office at Danguang Tower.

Du Boqin answered. After hearing just one sentence, his expression tightened. Finishing the secretary’s report, he gave a few terse instructions and hung up as the green light turned on.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his impatience, Du Boqin floored the accelerator, speeding through the intersection.

It wasn’t urgent military business—just reports of snow-related accidents submitted by the Capital Traffic Bureau. Since early morning, heavy snow in the suburbs had caused power outages and casualties, including a bus rollover in Ganyang Mountain at noon.

Finally leaving the city, the sun was setting. The intercity highway was blanketed in white, almost devoid of vehicles. Du Boqin sped along, kicking up flurries of snow.

What should have taken two hours to reach Ganyang Province stretched to over three due to the terrible road conditions, despite driving as fast as possible.

Du Boqin drove so quickly that the guards’ SUVs struggled to keep up, their pedals nearly to the floor. Even with high-performance off-road vehicles, they lost sight of his car after several turns. Yi She called: “Your Highness, slow down for safety—we can’t keep up.”

Du Boqin reluctantly eased off the accelerator. Focused on the road, he spoke through his Bluetooth earpiece: “Follow my car using the GPS.”

Zhen Ning’s car was stranded halfway up the mountain.

Stuck in the snow, the engine had stalled multiple times and refused to restart. Checking it, she concluded the battery was drained.

Glancing at her phone, it was nearly 4 PM. Still no signal. The leaden-gray clouds hung low, and the snow was nearly up to the car doors.

She had visited her parents’ graves at noon, but seeing the worsening weather, she hurried to descend. Unfortunately, the rented compact car couldn’t handle the blizzard. Checking the supplies, she found only half a loaf of bread and a bottle of water, though the gas tank was still full. She had called Fanlu for help; Si San promised to send someone, but snow-blocked roads made travel difficult. If she had to endure the night, at least the gasoline would help.

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Du Boqin pressed on, determined to reach her before nightfall.

Zhen Ning set up hazard warnings both in front of and behind the car, gathered all her supplies next to the driver’s seat, tightened her cold-weather gear, and crouched on the driver’s seat to watch the swirling snowflakes outside.

She had endured far worse weather. Besides, this was an interprovincial highway—sooner or later, another vehicle would pass by.

When the black SUV appeared on the road at the foot of the mountain, Zhen Ning jolted, nearly leaping up. She quickly pushed open the car door and jumped out, only to land in a snowdrift.

The SUV screeched to a halt in front of the warning signs, and a tall figure pushed open the door. Zhen Ning froze mid-motion as she raised her hands to call for help.

Seeing it was her, Du Boqin’s eyes flickered for just a moment. He stepped over the deep snow with his long legs and pulled her up from the snowdrift.

Zhen Ning stumbled through the snow, being dragged along by him. Her breath instantly froze into mist in the biting wind, and Du Boqin began to cough softly.

His car was still running, warmth pouring out. Du Boqin opened the door, steadying her as she climbed in, then leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

Zhen Ning asked: “Did you come alone?”

Du Boqin replied: “The guards are still behind. Are you hurt from falling?”

“No.”

“Good. Before it gets dark, we’ll get out of the mountains. It’s too cold here.”

Once she was seated, Du Boqin immediately turned the car around and headed down the mountain road. Though he drove more slowly now, the car still skidded several times. Du Boqin gripped the steering wheel tightly, navigating through each perilous moment with precision.

Using the satellite phone in his car, Zhen Ning contacted Yi She. The guards’ vehicles had been caught in a chain collision on a mountain curve, completely blocking the road.

A faint unease crept into Zhen Ning’s heart: “Your Highness, you can’t keep risking yourself like this every time.”

“You’re here,” he said, reaching down to open a hidden compartment beneath the driver’s seat. He retrieved two firearms, weighed them expertly, and handed her an assault rifle.

Zhen Ning took it, swiftly loaded the magazine with one hand, and gripped the rifle firmly. She finally felt a bit reassured: “This is better.”

The car sped through the roads of Ganyang Mountain. The only light came from the beams of the headlights. The sunset illuminated the peaks, and they passed through canyons, cliffs, and forests.

Du Boqin’s expression grew increasingly grave. On the steep downhill stretches, he showed no sign of slowing. The car seemed to glide dangerously around the curves.

Zhen Ning noticed something was off. Slowly sitting upright, she braced herself against the door and glanced back.

Du Boqin handed her the phone: “Tell Yi She we’re on section A50-54 of the highway. There’s a car following us, but our cruise system can’t detect their vehicle.”

Zhen Ning’s sharp eyes caught something: “That car looks familiar—I think I saw it earlier today in the parking lot.” The sun was sinking below the mountaintops, and night was about to fall.

Du Boqin switched on the high beams, illuminating the road. The snow bore chaotic tire tracks. On either side of the road stood towering trees, their shadows resembling lurking monsters ready to pounce.

Unfazed, Du Boqin kept his hands steady on the wheel and glanced at her: “Not scared, are you?”

Zhen Ning crouched low in her seat and looked back. A flicker of excitement lit her voice: “At least three people, armed.”

Her hands moved deftly, chambering a round.

Du Boqin gave a faint smile of approval, still finding the presence of mind to speak: “Did Jiashang call you this morning? Did you answer?”

Zhen Ning nodded, unsure of where this was going.

Du Boqin explained: “He’s been locked up by his older brother for a while. That call of yours was likely tapped.”

Zhen Ning refused to believe it: “Jiashang? Impossible!”

Du Boqin shot her a glance, irritation flickering across his face: “You’re quite protective of him.” Zhen Ning rolled her eyes—of all times, why bring this up now?

Suddenly, Du Boqin said: “Zhen Ning, watch the rear.”

Ahead lay a sharp bend, with a deep abyss below. As they rounded the corner, Zhen Ning heard a sound from behind.

It was like firecrackers during the New Year or stones hitting roof tiles—a chaotic burst of noise. The rear wheels suddenly jolted violently, and the car lost balance, skidding uncontrollably to one side. In that instant, Du Boqin slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched against the ground, kicking up a flurry of snow. He spun the wheel rapidly, and the car scraped along the left-side cliff wall. Snow and debris flew, pelting the windows with a cacophony of cracks and pops. The car slowed amidst spins and bumps.

In the final second before the car came to a stop, Du Boqin cracked the door open. Behind them was a solid rock face—a natural barrier.

The abrupt braking at such high speed sent Zhen Ning’s body lurching forward, nearly colliding with the windshield. The seatbelt dug painfully into her chest.

Du Boqin grabbed his gun and leapt out, calling over his shoulder: “Cover me.”

He rolled in the snow, taking cover behind the rear of the car. Crouching low, he steadied his anti-material sniper rifle, holding his breath for two seconds. When the pursuing vehicle entered optimal range, he fired a rapid succession of bullets.

The powerful rounds shattered the bulletproof windshield, striking the driver squarely in the forehead. The vehicle careened out of control, hurtling toward the ravine. Despite the fatal wound, the driver’s foot remained pressed firmly on the brake, bringing the car to a stop at the cliff’s edge.

From the backseat, a dark muzzle emerged, unleashing a torrent of bullets. One man used the barrage as cover, rolling down the snowy slope, firing wildly as he charged toward their position.

As Zhen Ning jumped out behind him, a bullet whizzed past her ear, embedding itself in the stone wall behind her. Shards of rock exploded everywhere.

Instantly finding cover, Zhen Ning raised her rifle, firing relentlessly to suppress the enemy’s advance.

The attacker rolled and returned fire in the snow. The two vehicles were barely two or three meters apart. If he reached Du Boqin, it would be dire.

This was a death squad-style ambush.

The intense firefight lasted less than five minutes. There were four men in the car.

Under Zhen Ning’s fierce covering fire, Du Boqin’s aim was precise. The driver was killed, the charging man collapsed in the snow, the passenger wielding a machine gun was gunned down beside the car, and the last man, wounded in the backseat, turned the gun on himself.

Zhen Ning’s wrists went numb from the rifle’s recoil. Kneeling in the snow, she gasped for breath, still shaken.

Rain and snow mixed with hail began to fall, pelting the car roof. Du Boqin covered her eyes and pulled her back toward the vehicle.

No sooner had they sat down than flashing headlights appeared on the mountain road. Reinforcements were arriving.

Zhen Ning reached for her gun but found her hands trembling. She asked anxiously: “Are there more people?”

Du Boqin sat in the driver’s seat, pressing his chest, breathing heavily: “Don’t worry—it’s Yi She.”

The approaching car honked, and voices called out: “Your Highness!” His guard team had caught up.

Yi She led the men to inspect the attackers. Then, the guards surrounded them, escorting Du Boqin and Zhen Ning to the backseat.

Yi She took the driver’s seat, restarted the car, and headed down the mountain. Gradually, the interior grew calm. Zhen Ning was still dazed—her father had always shielded her from such brutal combat. Du Boqin sat beside her, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the mud and snow from her hands. He gently patted her head: “Cold?”

Zhen Ning shook her head. Her nerves were still on edge, her senses dulled. Their bodies were soaked through from the snow.

The car sped downhill.

The cabin warmed, and Zhen Ning’s frozen body began to thaw. Her clothes, damp and sticky, made her uncomfortable. After wiping the melted snow from her face, Du Boqin turned away, silent.

Something felt off. Zhen Ning called softly: “Boqin?”

His body tensed, his breathing labored. Hearing her call, he tried to shift his weight to respond but suddenly clenched his fist over his mouth, coughing softly.

Zhen Ning unscrewed the water bottle. Du Boqin drank from it, swallowing with difficulty. The warm liquid trickled down, igniting a burning pain in his stomach. His lungs, repeatedly exposed to the cold, had already been warned by doctors about the consequences of his old injury flaring up. Seeing Zhen Ning’s panic, he forced himself to suppress the coughing, reassuring her first: “I’m unwell, but don’t worry. My guards will handle it.”

Zhen Ning suddenly remembered: “It was like this last time, in Fanlu, when I fled at night?”

Du Boqin closed his eyes and shook his head.

Zhen Ning reached out to touch his cheek but gasped sharply. His body felt as though it had been submerged in ice water—cold and trembling uncontrollably. He could no longer speak.

Zhen Ning steadied his shoulders: “Don’t push yourself.”

Du Boqin felt a warm embrace envelop him. His rigid body held on for two seconds before collapsing weakly against her, resting his weight on her shoulder. Zhen Ning looked down to see his pale face turning ashen-gray, his lips tinged with a faint bluish-purple.

Cradled in her arms, Du Boqin slowly closed his eyes, even the searing pain fading into oblivion.

Zhen Ning whispered: “Boqin?” His consciousness was slipping away.

Her voice was clipped and urgent: “Yi She, His Highness needs a doctor!”

Yi She remained composed: “Miss Shu, take care of His Highness. Doctor He is on the way.”

The view opened up. Below, the icy river they had passed earlier gleamed white. The road smoothed out—they were leaving the mountains. The lights of Kangduo’s suburbs were visible in the distance, and vast fields stretched along either side.

Lights twinkinkled sporadically in distant villages.

As Zhen Ning looked up, she saw the end of the road. Traffic parted to make way, and a military-green ambulance with flashing red lights raced toward them, its siren wailing.