FM - 8

Chapter 08: Returning to Spring

Fanlu Manor 

The entire house was eerily quiet, even Lulu had been tied up. Si San walked around the estate with his hands clasped behind his back, and finally entered the kitchen to inspect the specially supplied ingredients. 

After returning from the hospital, Du Boqin underwent a thorough medical examination. The head of the medical team, He Meinan, along with his attending physician, held a very serious discussion with the patient. 

This time, He Meinan spoke sternly about the condition. 

As a result, after coming back from the hospital, Du Boqin quietly rested at the estate for a week. 

Zhen Ning had accompanied him during his days in the hospital, except for one afternoon when she didn’t go because her brother’s secretary had arrived in Kangduo. 

Feng Rong made it clear—Du Boqin’s surroundings were unsafe now. Feng Rong sent the secretary to take Zhen Ning home first. 

A nurse had just sprayed solvent on him, and he leaned back against the headboard with his eyes closed. Seeing her enter, Du Boqin asked: “Did you see someone?” 

Zhen Ning was taken aback: “Was this your idea?” 

Du Boqin didn’t deny it: “This time, even you were implicated. It’s safer for you to go home first. After things settle down, if you want to come back to Kangduo, I’ll send someone to pick you up.” 

Zhen Ning hesitated for a moment and said: “I’ll leave after you’re feeling better.” Du Boqin smiled faintly: “Alright, wait until I’m discharged.” 

Zhen Ning stayed at the hotel, and these days whenever she went out, there was always a car waiting. Bodyguards no longer shadowed her discreetly but surrounded her completely. She wanted to ask Xiang Jiashang about the situation, but she couldn’t get in touch. On today’s front page headline—the Moselan government had completely banned the transport of fresh water and food to North Cheli Island. 

The newspaper carried an unmistakable whiff of impending bloodshed. Even the usually optimistic citizens of Kangduo began to feel tense. 

Du Boqin had been discharged yesterday but did not return to Fanlu; instead, he went directly to Danguang. Her flight home was tomorrow evening. That night, in her hotel room, Zhen Ning opened her suitcase to pack. As she packed, she suddenly threw the sweater in her hand aside, twisted the door open, and walked out. 

The bodyguards stationed outside her door asked: “Miss Shu, where are you going?” 

“Fanlu,” she replied. 

The housekeeper greeted her downstairs. Zhen Ning responded with a nod, then headed to her studio to retrieve her work notebook. When she returned to the living room, it seemed all the staff had been dismissed. The entire mansion was deserted. 

She walked upstairs. 

The second-floor sitting room was empty. A large dog sat quietly in front of Du Boqin’s bedroom door. Zhen Ning walked lightly, but Lulu immediately turned around, recognizing her, wagging its tail as it quietly approached. 

Zhen Ning gently stroked its ears and squatted down in the corridor. Lulu nestled its head into her arms, and she hugged its fluffy head. It was always like this—when Du Boqin rested at home, Lulu became especially well-behaved. Sometimes, the staff, fearing it might disturb His Highness’s rest, tied it up. Even in the kennel, its big, moist eyes remained fixed on the direction of the second-floor bedroom. 

Zhen Ning peeked cautiously into the sitting room with Lulu by her side. In Du Boqin’s spacious bedroom, only a floor lamp was lit, and Si San stood respectfully beside Du Boqin’s bed. Zhen Ning stopped, sat on the carpet outside the bedroom with Lulu in her arms. She didn’t go further because she could already hear the argument inside. 

Si San’s voice was low but deliberate: “Please don’t be angry. The Second Prince has been graduated for six or seven years now. You’ve served the nation. According to Moselan’s noble family rules, provincial and family matters should naturally fall to the Second Prince...” 

Du Boqin coughed continuously, his voice stern: “After my father passed away, my mother opposed my entry into Moselan politics. Don’t you clearly remember the agreement we reached then?” 

Si San remained stubbornly respectful: “I know Madam requested that you not interfere with the life choices of the Second Prince and Princess Baiyu, but times have changed.” 

Du Boqin’s hoarse voice carried a trace of suppressed anger: “Since when did it become your place to decide for me?” 

Si San bowed his head and fell silent. 

Du Boqin’s face darkened, his words slow and labored, punctuated by heavy breaths. Though outwardly calm, his fury was evident. Zhen Ning had never seen him lose his temper with the staff during her stay at Fanlu, but this time, Si San had truly angered him: “When did Fanlu Manor’s affairs become something you discuss with Paris? You are my attendant—I entrusted Fanlu to you. Instead of fulfilling your duties, you cause trouble!” 

Si San’s eyes reddened, whether from urgency or anger. This time, he had resolved to defy authority: “The daily military affairs at Danguang are already overwhelming. The country is still in a state of war readiness. If I don’t inform Madam, how much longer can your health hold out?” 

Du Boqin’s face turned ashen. He pressed his chest, gasping for air, his breathing growing increasingly labored. Finally, he took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: “I can’t control you. Pack your things—I’m transferring you to Yin Hua Villa. Leave tonight.” 

“Your Highness…” Si San froze. 

The next moment, he dropped to his knees with a thud. 

The Du family’s Yin Hua Villa had originally been built by the late Duke Du Weier as a holiday retreat for his wife and three children. But since Madame Du moved to Paris, only the eldest son of the Du family remained in Kangduo. Du Boqin, busy with official duties, rarely stayed there. Compared to the bustling Fanlu, it was practically a paradise on earth. 

The Si family had served the Du Weier family for generations. Si San, in particular, had the rare distinction of serving two generations of dukes. It was his duty to share his lord’s burdens, and he was far from the age of retirement. Kneeling by the bedside, Si San choked out: “I admit my mistake.” 

Du Boqin remained silent for a long while. His ashen complexion slowly returned to pale, and finally, he said: “Get up.” 

Si San kept his head bowed, unmoving. 

Du Boqin’s tone remained firm: “Get up.” 

Si San didn’t move, knowing full well that Du Boqin’s military discipline was strict. If he walked out of this room now, there would be no turning back. 

“Mr. Si,” a voice called softly from the doorway. 

Si San turned to see a tall, slender figure standing there: “I have something to discuss with His Highness.” 

Zhen Ning tiptoed in and stood beside Si San: “Let me speak with His Highness.” 

Si San glanced at Du Boqin’s expression, silently sighed in relief, stood up, bowed, and left. 

Zhen Ning stood at the foot of the bed. Du Boqin was still wearing a white shirt and navy-blue trousers, though his tie had been loosened. He had likely returned directly from Danguang and hadn’t had time to rest before being provoked by Si San’s blunder. Now, he leaned against the bed, his lowered gaze revealing a pale, expressionless face. 

Zhen Ning said: “I’m telling you—I’m not leaving for now.” 

Du Boqin was silent for a moment, shifting as if to sit up, but suddenly broke into a violent cough. His lungs were already damaged, each cough suffused with blood. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to his lips, his coughing turning into a muffled, raspy sound. 

Zhen Ning handed him warm water. He took a sip, stopping the cough, leaned against the bed frame, and looked at her: “Why?” 

Zhen Ning bit her lip: “I don’t want to leave you when you’re in danger.” 

Du Boqin was still fuming: “Whether I’m in danger or not, what’s it to you?” 

Zhen Ning spoke gently: “I want to stay and see how things develop. If you’re fine, I’ll leave.” 

Du Boqin’s face hardened: “What could possibly happen to me? There’s no need for you here. Go quickly.” 

Zhen Ning’s face flushed with anger. She stormed toward the door, gripping the handle. Just as she was about to leave, her heart softened. She turned back: “Boqin, I’ll ask one last time—are you still telling me to leave?” 

Du Boqin lay half-reclined on the bed, his handsome, gaunt face devoid of emotion. He said indifferently: “Stay forever, or go.” 

Tears welled up in Zhen Ning’s eyes: “You’re such a bastard.” She turned and walked out, tears streaming down her face. 

In the next instant, a hand grabbed her arm. Du Boqin leapt off the bed and rushed over, his fingers tightly gripping her wrist. 

Zhen Ning glared at him and snapped: “What do you want?” 

The sudden movement left him gasping for air, unable to speak. 

Zhen Ning watched him struggle to suppress the pain in his lungs, his brows furrowed as he refused to let go of her. They stared at each other for a long moment until Du Boqin finally caught his breath. Zhen Ning tried to pull her hand free, but his grip was unyielding. Then she heard his labored, intermittent voice, filled with earnestness. 

He said: “Don’t go. Stay.” 

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Study on the First Floor of Fanlu Manor 

In recent days, nearly every high-ranking official in the country had visited Fanlu. On the first day, Zhen Ning saw the current commander-in-chief of Moselan’s Air Force, followed by the deputy minister of defense and officials from the National Investigation Bureau. One afternoon, Prime Minister Major arrived. 

Du Boqin sat on the sofa in the study, an IV drip still attached to his hand. When his right hand was inconvenient, he wrote with his left, his posture awkward but exuding remarkable composure. He continued to cough intermittently, speaking little but with a tone of unyielding determination. 

Xie Zi, always rigorous and respectful, carried out orders with an air of restrained ferocity. 

While he worked, Zhen Ning refrained from entering. Sometimes, when it was time for him to rest, she would knock lightly at the door. Seeing her, Du Boqin, pen still in hand, gestured toward the living room outside, signaling her to wait. 

Lawyers also came, presumably to investigate the shooting incident on the mountain. One day, Si San handed her a black leather holster. 

Zhen Ning opened it to find her confiscated Glock pistol inside. Si San explained briefly: “The situation lately has been unstable. His Highness instructed me to give this to you.” 

One night, a visitor arrived wearing a black trench coat, the wide brim of his hat covering half his face. Zhen Ning happened to be in the living room when Si San came to greet him. Upon lifting the hat, she saw it was Xiang Jiashang. 

Seeing her, Xiang Jiashang’s lips curled into a faint smile. Without time to speak, Si San led him to the study. 

Xiang Jiashang stayed for only ten minutes. As he exited, Zhen Ning was in the kitchen and politely asked: “Would you like some tea?” 

Xiang Jiashang shook his head: “I must go. It may be a while before we meet again.” Zhen Ning was surprised: “What’s happening?” 

Xiang Jiashang replied: “Regarding the case on the mountain, the intelligence bureau uncovered some information. Things are chaotic at home—it might lead to trouble.” 

Zhen Ning looked at his unusually serious expression and asked: “It’s not your fault, is it?” Xiang Jiashang gave a bitter smile:

Zhen Ning took the book from his hand and helped him lie down. Du Boqin buried his face in the pillow, his brows slightly furrowed. 

The weight of his responsibilities might not be visible to others, but she understood all too well—recovering from a serious illness while handling such a heavy workload was no easy feat for him. 

Du Boqin woke up in the middle of the night. As soon as he moved, Zhen Ning woke up too. 

“My throat is dry. I need some water,” Du Boqin said hoarsely. Zhen Ning, still half-asleep, climbed out of bed: “I’ll get it for you.” 

Zhen Ning had excellent vision, so even in the dark, she moved steadily without turning on the light. Du Boqin lay on the bed, the dim bedside lamp casting soft shadows. Watching her walk in with a glass of water, he felt as if he were dreaming. 

It was hard to believe that she had truly chosen to stay at Fanlu for him. The next morning, they lingered lazily until nearly ten o’clock before going downstairs. 

After breakfast, Du Boqin retreated to his study, and Zhen Ning didn’t see him again until the afternoon. With the morning’s official duties done, he finally relaxed. Zhen Ning gently massaged his temples as he leaned against her, dozing off. Suddenly, she exclaimed: “Oh, you have a gray hair.” 

Du Boqin murmured: “I’m getting old.” 

Zhen Ning bent down to examine his dark hair closely and found a single strand of silver: “Don’t worry so much.” 

With a sigh, Du Boqin said: “I should have married you back in Ford.” 

Zhen Ning tenderly caressed his face, tracing the sharper contours of his jawline, now more pronounced due to his recent weight loss. The stubble on his cheeks prickled her fingertips. 

The intimacy between them was intoxicating. 

The weather had been clear these past few days, with ample sunlight during the day. The temperature at Fanlu Manor was slowly rising. 

When Zhen Ning came downstairs, the corridors and hall on the first floor were quiet. Lulu sat attentively at the foot of the stairs, its tail sweeping the floor. Seeing her descend, it immediately bounded over, tongue lolling happily. 

Zhen Ning couldn’t help but laugh when she saw it. She crouched down and embraced the big dog: “Oh, my baby, welcome back! You look so handsome.” 

Lulu barked joyfully, placing its paws on her shoulders. That morning, the maid had taken it to the pet center. The old fellow had been groomed, and a black bowtie adorned its deep brown neck. 

Zhen Ning affectionately nuzzled its head with her nose, then stood up and headed toward the dining room. 

Du Boqin emerged from the study on the first floor and, seeing her, walked over to kiss her cheek. Noticing his weary expression, Zhen Ning asked: “Tired?” 

He had been called up by Xie Zi at six in the morning and hadn’t come out for breakfast or lunch. 

Du Boqin pressed his aching forehead, his voice hoarse with exhaustion: “I’ve had too much coffee.” 

Zhen Ning brought him fruit and handed him a glass of warm water. 

Kangduo City wasn’t peaceful these days either. Early this spring, gasoline prices had risen twice, and many wealthy families had fled for vacations abroad. Rumors spread through the city, and though daily life for ordinary citizens remained normal, everyone was becoming politically aware. Last Thursday, two destroyers from the navy entered the Cheli Strait, instantly heightening tensions across the capital. 

After he finished eating the fruit, Zhen Ning grabbed a handful of nuts from the kitchen jar: “Put on a coat. Let’s take a walk.” 

The early spring sun was warm, and the path leading to the back hills of Fanlu Manor was strewn with pink acacia petals. No matter how turbulent the outside world, life in the mountains remained serene as ever. 

Du Boqin held her hand as they walked quietly along the path. Gradually, he felt the weight on his shoulders lighten. He took a deep breath—the air carried the faint scent of flowers. 

Zhen Ning glanced at him. One hand held hers, the other rested in his trouser pocket. Finally, he exuded the relaxed elegance of leisure time. 

Lulu ran ahead of them and disappeared after a while. 

Soon, it returned, a long-stemmed flower clutched in its mouth. Wagging its tail, it looked up at Zhen Ning expectantly. 

Zhen Ning smiled and bent down to take it: “It’s salvia! How beautiful.” 

Du Boqin chuckled beside her, patting Lulu’s head casually: “Good boy, you know how to charm Mommy.” 

Zhen Ning pulled a hazelnut from her pocket: “Thank you, sweetie. Go play now.” 

Hand in hand, they strolled slowly along the mountain path. Petals fluttered around them, and Zhen Ning sincerely remarked: “Kangduo’s spring is truly beautiful.” 

Du Boqin plucked a pink petal from her hair, brought it to his nose, and sniffed: “In the 17th century, during Moselan’s Era of Instruments, a monk wrote a poem in Joyful Temple during spring. A few lines read: ‘Green grass in spring moss, sunlight filling the hall; hearts broken, dwell not in Kangduo.’“ 

His last words were in Zongmi language. It took Zhen Ning a moment to understand their meaning, savoring them deeply: “Monks back then really knew how to write poetry.” 

Hearing this, Du Boqin stroked her hair and said earnestly: “Our baby will need to learn Zongmi and Chinese properly in the future.” 

Zhen Ning rolled her eyes. 

As they ventured deeper, the sunlight softened, and mist began to rise in the mountains. They wandered onto a secluded path where the temperature was slightly cooler. Fallen leaves carpeted the ground, and patches of unmelted snow lingered. Only a few branches timidly sprouted tender green buds. 

Spring arrived later in the mountains than below. 

Zhen Ning stepped off the stone steps and into the dense forest. Moss covered the ground beneath the ancient trees, making it slippery. Du Boqin followed closely behind, supporting her carefully. Suddenly, his steps faltered, and he stepped back, coughing. 

Zhen Ning stopped. 

Since his injury in Tum, he had grown much thinner compared to when she first met him in Moselan. His chiseled face had become even more striking. The sharp, aggressive edge he carried when he first took office in Danguang seemed to have softened over the years, replaced by an indescribable inner grace. Now, weakened by illness, he appeared even more refined. 

For a moment, Zhen Ning forgot the turmoil below the mountain. When his coughing finally subsided, she softly said: “Let’s go back.” Du Boqin nodded. 

Head of Security Yi She waited at the entrance to the mountain path. Seeing them return, he quickly straightened his back and saluted Du Boqin sharply. 

Seeing this, Zhen Ning knew Yi She had urgent matters waiting: “You’ve been out with me for so long. Yi She’s waiting for you to get back to work!” 

Du Boqin leaned down to kiss the top of her head: “I have to go out tonight. I won’t be able to have dinner with you.” Zhen Ning sighed resignedly: “Go ahead! Return you to the people of Moselan.” 

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Dining Room on the First Floor of Fanlu Manor 

Zhen Ning set the tableware while listening to Du Boqin on the phone. 

“How are you?” Du Boqin asked. 

Xiang Jiashang still sounded carefree: “I’m heartbroken. Let me talk to your lovely Zhen Ning.” 

Du Boqin moved to hang up: “Forget it.” 

Suddenly, Xiang Jiashang let out a strange cry: “Boqin, my eldest brother wants to kill me!” Static erupted on the line. 

The phone hit the ground, but the call didn’t disconnect. From the other end, Xiang Jiashang protested loudly: “Hey! Xiang Jiayun, what are you doing in my room?!” Bodyguards rushed in and pinned him to the bed. 

Standing by the bed was a middle-aged man, his features somewhat resembling Xiang Jiashang’s but older, with a sinister gaze: “You’re about to go to jail, and you’re still busy leaking information.” 

Xiang Jiashang, disheveled and tied to the bed, maintained his usual charm: “Big Brother, for your greatest enemy right now, shouldn’t I help you scout the situation?” 

Xiang Jiayun pressed further: “Who’s the woman close to Du Boqin? What’s her connection to you?” 

Xiang Jiashang wailed dramatically: “Oh, Big Brother, you know half the newspapers in Kangduo have called asking about her, offering me a prime-time anchor position. I haven’t told them anything—why should I tell you?” 

Xiang Jiayun kicked him into a corner, coldly saying: “Then wait until you feel like talking.” 

Xiang Jiashang turned his head with a smirk: “All these years, every political party trying to reclaim those oil fields backed off after your warnings. Do you think Du Boqin is afraid? Big Brother, you won’t gain much fighting him.” 

Mentioning this only twisted Xiang Jiayun’s face further: “How dare you bring this up! If you hadn’t spilled all our secrets to Luo Ke, would I be in this mess now? The Du family found an excuse to cut off the Xiang family’s wealth flow. What good does that do you?” 

Xiang Jiashang forced a smile: “Isn’t this my contribution to the nation?” 

Xiang Jiayun snarled: “Faking some oil strategy. If Du Boqin wants to die for the country, why doesn’t he fly a plane to bomb North Cheli himself?” 

Xiang Jiashang retorted: “You’ve smuggled so much oil from North Cheli. In the past, that would’ve been treason, enough to get you executed several times—and don’t forget your mistresses’ half-dozen sons.” 

Xiang Jiayun’s face contorted with rage. Turning to the bodyguards, he barked: “Shut his mouth!” 

“Will Xiang Jiashang really go to jail?” Zhen Ning leaned on the dining table, anxious to know the outcome. 

Yesterday, the last day of February, the trial for the shooting incident in Ganyang Mountain began. Du Boqin didn’t attend, leaving everything to his team of professional lawyers. His Chief Secretary represented him in court. The Xiang family, however, was present in full force—Lord Xiang, Xiang Jiashang’s mother, and Xiang Jiayun all attended. Throughout the lengthy process of hearings and debates, Xiang Jiashang remained silent. 

Though the verdict wasn’t announced immediately, his fate didn’t look promising. 

Du Boqin had just returned home from work today and wanted to check on Xiang Jiashang’s situation. To his surprise, Xiang Jiayun had already locked him up: “The Xiang family is just taking the fall for someone else. Xiang Jiashang has nothing in his hands. His only contribution to the family is going to jail.” 

Zhen Ning pressed further: “So the real mastermind is still free?” Du Boqin’s face grew somber: “Zhen Ning, the law is made by them.” Zhen Ning worried: “Doesn’t that mean you’re still in danger?” 

Du Boqin drank half a glass of wine, his tone calm but his words chilling: “They’re in danger too.” 

Zhen Ning understood that this country had an unshakable class system, and the Du family was part of the privileged elite. If Du Boqin chose to retaliate, no family could afford to ignore him. Shifting her thoughts, she felt pity for Xiang Jiashang and asked: “Can I visit him?” 

Du Boqin glared at her. Zhen Ning fell silent. 

At that moment, Si San entered to ask if they were ready to eat. 

Du Boqin nodded: “Let’s eat first. Are you planning to have Indian food tomorrow?” 

Zhen Ning stuck out her tongue, not daring to speak. A few days ago, she suddenly craved hot pot soup so intensely that she couldn’t sit still. Si San, to satisfy her, specially arranged for the best Chinese chef in town to come. The aroma of sour jujube and tomato broth filled the entire kitchen, drawing curious maids to peek in. But when the chef brought out a steaming pot, she suddenly lost her appetite. 

Du Boqin’s face darkened at the dining table. 

Knowing he disliked women being overly indulgent, Zhen Ning quickly picked up a piece of beef and ate it voraciously—but ended up vomiting that night. 

So tonight, Zhen Ning obediently accompanied him for dinner. In the following days, she refrained from mentioning any strange cravings. Still, she felt uneasy. Over the weekend, she asked Ji Xuan to accompany her shopping in the city. The next morning, as Du Boqin was drinking coffee downstairs, a maid suddenly reported that Miss Shu was sobbing loudly in the bathroom. 

Du Boqin was alarmed. Leaving his coffee cup, he rushed upstairs. The morning at Fanlu Manor was as serene and beautiful as ever. 

Zhen Ning came downstairs, and Du Boqin held her hand, his expression tense. Si San’s voice trembled slightly as he stood under the eaves, instructing staff to arrange a car. The servants collectively congratulated her, their faces beaming as if they themselves were expecting: “Miss Shu, congratulations! Fanlu hasn’t welcomed a new baby in a long time. We’re all so excited!” 

Everyone was smiling. 

Only Zhen Ning looked dejected. With the current chaos, who needed a child? 

The car took them to the hospital, where He Meinan arranged for an obstetrician to examine her. Soon, the nurse brought in the report, confirming the pregnancy. Du Boqin was so thrilled he could barely speak. He stared at the ultrasound image, flipping it over repeatedly, his tone incredulous: “Zhen Ning, where’s the baby?” 

Before the head of obstetrics could answer, the door opened, and He Meinan entered. The obstetrician quickly greeted him: “Director He.” 

Hearing that Zhen Ning was here, He Meinan had detoured from the respiratory department to the obstetrics ward. Loosening his tie, he pulled up a chair and sat down, asking: “How’s the situation?” 

Du Boqin handed him the papers. He Meinan flipped through them, paused suddenly, pointed at something on the sheet, and exchanged a questioning glance with the obstetrician, who nodded. 

He Meinan immediately waved to stop him from speaking. 

He Meinan explained: “We’ve completed pre-pregnancy checks. The mother’s health is fine, though she’s a bit thin.” 

Du Boqin quietly reached out to hold Zhen Ning’s hand. 

The head of obstetrics patted He Meinan’s shoulder and sat down to write prescriptions and medical advice. 

He Meinan picked up another sheet, glanced at Du Boqin, and his stern expression became grave, as if looking at a terminally ill patient. 

The atmosphere in the room instantly grew heavy. 

He Meinan turned the report: “There’s something unusual here. Look, this is a long shape, and this is an oval. There are two points in the uterus. Normally, there’s only one fetus.” 

Du Boqin squinted at the two shapes, utterly confused: “He Meinan, what does this mean? Why does Zhen Ning have two?” 

He Meinan shook his head mysteriously. 

Du Boqin looked at him as if facing a dire threat: “Hey, He Meinan—” 

Unable to bear it anymore, Zhen Ning stood up, snatched the report from him, and scolded: “Childish.” 

He Meinan finally burst into laughter. 

Zhen Ning shot him a glare: “My mom and aunt are twins.” 

Du Boqin looked at He Meinan, then at Zhen Ning: “What does this mean?”

The obstetrician walked over, handed Zhen Ning a prescription slip, and smiled: “Those are two developing gestational sacs. Congratulations, you’re having twins.”

Du Boqin stood up, and even the most reserved and composed person couldn’t contain his joy. He leaned in and showered her face with kisses.

Annoyed, Zhen Ning said: “Let go of me!”

He Meinan was also happy for them: “Everything looks good so far. Make sure to eat well. Pregnancies with twins carry more risks, so come regularly for checkups.”

Smiling, Du Boqin held her hand as they walked out: “Meinan, come to Fanlu for dinner this weekend.” As they reached the door, He Meinan suddenly remembered something: “Boqin.”

Du Boqin let go of Zhen Ning’s hand: “Wait one minute.”

He followed He Meinan back to the office. He Meinan flipped through the operating room reports from the week: “You didn’t come for your checkup last week.”

Du Boqin replied: “I was busy and forgot.”

He Meinan casually remarked: “If you plan to leave behind widows and orphans, you might as well not come at all.”

Rarely proactive, Du Boqin agreed readily: “I’ll have my secretary contact the director. I’ll come this week.”

A moment later, Du Boqin walked out, took Zhen Ning’s hand again, and left the hospital as if floating on air.

Sitting together in the back seat, Du Boqin held her hand, his smile unmistakable. Zhen Ning, feeling irritable, found everything annoying: “What’s so funny?”

Du Boqin’s voice brimmed with excitement: “I wonder—are they two boys, two girls, or one of each?”

He answered himself: “It doesn’t matter. Both are fine. But when we designed the house, we didn’t expect two children. We’ll need to redecorate the nursery. Zhen Ning, do you want us to design it ourselves or hire a designer?”

Zhen Ning ignored him.

Du Boqin continued: “Twins, darling, aren’t we amazing?” Finally losing patience, Zhen Ning snapped: “Shut up!”

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Defense Office at Danguang Tower

Documents regarding military deployments and negotiations for North Cheli Island piled up daily. Domestic political parties debated fiercely, and secret intelligence about the island flowed in 24/7. The Ministry of Defense had mountains of urgent paperwork to handle, yet gossip among the military ministers remained rampant.

Since last week, every lunch break, the secretary’s office received an internal call from the Army General Hospital—a gentle and kind female doctor on the other end.

No matter how busy he was, even if it meant skipping lunch, the man in the office would always put down his work to take that call.

At first, the secretaries exchanged puzzled glances, then whispered among themselves—was His Highness involved in a new romance? Was the object of his affection the gentle doctor from the General Hospital?

Du Boqin sat behind his large desk, diligently taking notes. Every day, he spent fifteen minutes consulting with this obstetrics expert. Zhen Ning experienced various physical and emotional changes daily, which were reported to the doctor, followed by advice and discussions.

After confirming her pregnancy, Zhen Ning wasn’t particularly cheerful, and Du Boqin knew it. No matter how busy he was, he made time to be with her—sometimes sharing a meal, sometimes chatting in the morning, or occasionally taking a walk by the lake if he finished work early.

When he traveled north on Wednesday, he returned the same night, flying twice across half the country—from the northernmost border to the capital, Kangduo. By the time he arrived at the estate at 3 a.m., Zhen Ning was already asleep.

Entering the bedroom, he gazed at her peaceful, sleeping face, radiant like moonlight.

Through the blanket, he gently touched her still-flat abdomen. It was hard to believe two lives were growing inside.

Du Boqin went into the closet to change clothes, then buried his face in her hair. In that moment, the filth of the world seemed to dissipate, and his body relaxed. Unable to suppress a cough, he let out a low, raspy sound.

Zhen Ning woke up groggily: “Boqin?”

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand: “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” She reached for a glass of water: “Drink some water.”

At some point, she had started keeping a glass of warm water by his bedside every night. Du Boqin slowly sipped from the cup.

The room remained pitch dark. Zhen Ning asked, confused: “What time is it? Why are you back?”

Du Boqin replied softly: “It’s still early. Sleep a little more.”

He pulled her into his arms, his body finally relaxing. The exhaustion that had accumulated throughout his body overwhelmed him.

Holding her, he slowly closed his eyes.

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March 13th

Moselan’s traditional Spring String Festival saw vast fields of blooming flowers in the warmer southern regions, attracting countless tourists eager to enjoy the blossoms.

The long, cold winter was nearing its end, and even the unpredictable warmth of March occasionally brought sunny days. Eager to shed their heavy winter clothes, people flocked outdoors to enjoy the spring scenery.

Yet, the atmosphere at Fanlu Manor remained tense. Zhen Ning observed the frequent visits of high-ranking officials from Moselan’s National Defense and Military Affairs departments. Nearly the entire upper echelon of the Defense Office worked overtime on the first floor these days.

Thankfully, the next day was Saturday, and the weather forecast predicted overcast skies. A cold front arrived in the capital early in the morning, bringing freezing rain.

Du Boqin sat on the couch in a corner, a small lamp illuminating his documents. Zhen Ning sat in the center, watching an old European art film—the volume low, with an unknown piano melody repeating softly.

She wasn’t fully focused on the movie, idly tapping her fingers on the armrest. “You are all I am living for.”

Zhen Ning turned her head dreamily: “Hmm?”

Without looking up, Du Boqin said: “That’s the name of the piece.” Zhen Ning suppressed a smile.

A maid entered with desserts. Since becoming pregnant, Zhen Ning’s tastes had changed drastically. Once fond of seafood, she now couldn’t stand the smell. Formerly disliking chocolate and sweets, she now adored them, much to the delight of the pastry chef, who enthusiastically experimented with new recipes daily.

Du Boqin glanced at her. She had been too thin recently, suffering from bouts of nausea. As long as the doctor allowed it, he didn’t restrict her diet.

Zhen Ning scooped pudding with a spoon and turned to ask: “Do you want some?” Du Boqin shook his head.

Suddenly, Zhen Ning said: “Boqin.”

Under the soft glow of the lamp, Du Boqin looked up at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. Zhen Ning asked: “Will you go to the front lines this time?”

Not wanting to worry her, Du Boqin replied lightly: “The situation isn’t that bad.” Zhen Ning pressed: “You’ve been pulling all-nighters for two days.”

He explained gently: “It’s almost over. Everyone’s patience is nearly at its limit.”

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Night at Fanlu Manor

Du Boqin lounged on the sofa, playing with her short hair: “After I step down, would you be willing to live in Kangduo?”

Zhen Ning stared at him for a while, then lowered her voice: “I heard the royal family won’t approve your marriage. Are you planning to leave politics?”

Du Boqin shook his head helplessly: “Who told you that? My focus right now is entirely on North Cheli.” Zhen Ning said: “Are you planning to resign after your term ends?”

Du Boqin took a deep breath: “Let’s talk about it after my term ends.”

Zhen Ning felt uneasy. She understood how significant leading Danguang Tower was to him—it represented inheriting his father’s legacy and restoring the glory of Fanlu Manor, which had once been brought to ruin. How could he give it up so easily?

Hesitantly, she suggested: “If your work requires it, I can leave for now. You can visit me…”

Du Boqin quickly steadied her: “Majior is seeking re-election next term. Let’s wait until he forms his cabinet.”

“You and the children will never leave me,” Du Boqin reassured her, holding her hand. “But it’s not entirely up to me. You should ask Meinan.”

The next day, He Meinan arrived, reviewed the nurse’s data, and when Zhen Ning approached him, he tactfully remarked: “Zhen Ning, do you think his body can withstand another four-year term?”

Concern flickered in Zhen Ning’s eyes: “Has his lung condition worsened?”

He Meinan dismissed it: “With proper rest, there’s no major issue. His medical team is top-notch.” Zhen Ning forced a smile, understanding how difficult it was to talk about rest during such turbulent times.

Outside, tensions were running high.

Majior’s cabinet and Du Boqin’s generation of defense leaders were taking a hard stance. Despite opposition, Congress passed the resolution, and the government began deploying troops to the military base nearest to Cheli Island.

Xie Zi reported: “Leon’s food and oil supplies have hit their limit. Civilian oil has been cut off, and strategic reserves are being tapped. Prices on the island are skyrocketing, and curfews have begun.”

As Du Boqin signed documents rapidly with one hand, he coughed softly into his fist: “More patient than I expected.”

Xie Zi hurriedly updated him on military developments: “Fishermen from Moselan on North Cheli Island have started relocating their families.”

Du Boqin instructed briefly: “Try not to involve civilians.”

Xie Zi expressed concern: “The armed forces control all docks. Evacuating civilians is challenging.”

After a moment’s thought, Du Boqin replied softly: “Which is why we must act quickly.” Zhen Ning remembered that the outbreak of war coincided with the first spring rain.

By then, Moselan was already in turmoil. Though the capital remained stable, towns near North Cheli Island in the north saw residents stockpiling supplies. Foreign media reported that Kangduo would soon launch an attack on North Cheli. At Wednesday’s routine press conference, the defense minister’s spokesperson denied this, claiming negotiations were ongoing.

These messages, a mix of truth and falsehood, were standard diplomatic tactics. Scattered skirmishes occurred between Leon’s forces and the government army in the strait, but the government forces remained stationed outside the conflict zone, and the first round of negotiations had begun.

From Du Boqin’s schedule, Zhen Ning could roughly guess that Moselan’s defense system had entered wartime mode.

At around ten in the morning, Du Boqin had been sleeping since returning in the early hours.

Zhen Ning checked the time, instructed the maids to prepare breakfast, and entered the room to see Du Boqin sitting up, leaning against the headboard to catch his breath. His breathing was labored.

Zhen Ning touched his face: “How’s the situation at the front?”

“Still calm,” Du Boqin murmured, eyes still closed. “Come sit beside me.”

Zhen Ning sat on the sofa in front of him. Du Boqin rested his hand on her belly, looking content. Unaware of how tender his tone had become, he teased: “Did you sneak ice cream yesterday, hmm?”

Zhen Ning squirmed in his arms: “Who told you?” Du Boqin quickly embraced her: “Shh, be good.”

In the afternoon, Du Boqin got up and called Feng Rong from the study: “Mr. Feng, your brother calls Fanlu Manor too frequently, don’t you think?”

Yesterday, upon returning to Fanlu in the early hours, Si San informed him that Zhen Ning had cried in the afternoon, and the doctor allowed her a small box of ice cream.

Feng Rong finally understood the source of his irritation: “Sigh, I’ll talk to my younger brother.” Du Boqin said calmly: “Tell him Zhen Ning and I will marry this year.”

Feng Rong, always kind to his family, explained: “Give him time to accept it. You know he grew up with Zhen Ning and has always harbored feelings for her. After all these years, who knows how deeply rooted they are?”

Du Boqin asked: “Does he still not know about Zhen Ning’s pregnancy?” Feng Rong confirmed: “No.”

Du Boqin scoffed: “The Feng family trains their girls to be as strong as steel but spoils the men.”

Feng Rong, speaking hastily, added: “They’re the youngest in the family. When our father was alive, didn’t he spoil our sister just as much?”

There was a sudden silence on the other end, the air thick with tension, the faint hum of electromagnetic waves almost audible.

Feng Rong was practically sweating.

After a long pause, Du Boqin finally spoke: “Feng Ze scolded her on the phone, mentioning your father, and she cried. This afternoon, she cried again. I had to temporarily filter her calls.”

Feng Rong replied: “If there’s no other way, then so be it.” Du Boqin said softly: “I’m sorry.”

Du Boqin returned to the room. Outside, the rain pattered softly. Zhen Ning was flipping through a picture book on the sofa: “Look, at sixteen weeks, they’re about twelve centimeters long—still very small, just the right size to fit in the palm of your hand. Inside Mommy’s belly, they kick, hiccup, play with the umbilical cord, and nibble their toes.”

Together, they began studying the eighteen poses of infants. On this tranquil spring afternoon, the couple nestled close, exchanging whispers.

When Du Boqin returned home late at night the next day, he formally discussed Kong Wei’s situation with her.

According to Du Boqin’s plan, Kong Wei would be declared killed in action during the firefight on North Cheli Island. His service as a special forces soldier in Moselan would officially end. The Feng family would provide him with complete identification, allowing him to leave Moselan forever and start a new life.

Even amidst his hectic schedule, he still managed to handle her personal matters. Zhen Ning was moved to tears: “Are you preparing for war?”

Du Boqin placed his index finger on her lips: “Shh, pregnant women can temporarily ignore worldly affairs.”

Doubt lingered in Zhen Ning’s eyes: “You…”

Du Boqin quickly reassured her: “I won’t personally command. Don’t worry.” Still hesitant, Zhen Ning pressed: “Last time, didn’t you…”

Du Boqin tightened his embrace: “Last time was an accident. It won’t happen again.” Concern filled Zhen Ning’s eyes: “Promise me.”

Du Boqin pressed her forehead to his chest, kissed her hair gently, and promised earnestly: “Mm.”

Du Boqin remained cautiously optimistic: “For now, deploying troops is mainly to deter. After this week, perhaps we can return to the negotiating table.”

Zhen Ning tugged at his clothes: “Your Highness, please don’t worry about national affairs in the bedroom.” Smiling faintly, Du Boqin leaned down and kissed her.

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The Next Day – Weekend

At a little past seven in the morning, Si San knocked on their bedroom door—an unusual occurrence. Du Boqin immediately woke up, his eyes darting to the vibrating phone on the bedside table.

He got up, put on his clothes, and went downstairs. Not long after, he returned upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

Zhen Ning was still half-asleep, reaching out in the dim light to touch his face: “Aren’t you sleeping anymore?”

Du Boqin leaned down and kissed her gently: “Zhen Ning, I need to return to Danguang.” Zhen Ning threw off the covers and tried to get up: “What happened?”

Du Boqin immediately pressed her back down: “It’s cold outside. Don’t get up.”

He tucked her back in, then went into the walk-in closet to change. Zhen Ning, still groggy from sleep but determined to accompany him, wrapped herself in his coat and climbed out of bed. She had always known he would eventually have to leave, so everything had been prepared in advance. The rows of wardrobes were neatly organized—on the left were monochrome shirts and trousers in black, white, and gray; on the right were suits for various occasions, everyday wear, and his gray-green flight suit for combat. Zhen Ning took out his military uniform—a dark, high-collared formal military jacket, a navy-blue Moselan spring-and-autumn uniform, along with ties, insignias, flight caps, and pairs of white gloves—and carefully folded each item.

The luggage bag lay open as Du Boqin methodically packed his clothes inside.

The packing was soon done. Zhen Ning helped him put on his shirt—a crisp, pale blue one with golden buttons fastened neatly all the way up. His appearance exuded an impeccable, disciplined rigor, and his face gradually took on a stern, resolute air.

Du Boqin leaned down and kissed her deeply.

Zhen Ning walked with him to the door: “Will you come back tonight?” Du Boqin replied: “I don’t know yet.”

Hearing the unusual tone in his voice, Zhen Ning carefully reminded him: “Your usual medication is in the pocket of your overcoat. I’ve instructed Si San to prepare an extra set for your guards.”

Du Boqin nodded: “Alright.”

Zhen Ning, still wearing his coat, followed him downstairs to see him off. When they reached the second-floor landing, she saw Head of Security Yi She already waiting in the hall. Zhen Ning stopped in her tracks. Du Boqin reached out, pulled her into a tight embrace, then quickly let go and strode down the stairs.

Zhen Ning tightened her coat around her and stood by the large window on the first floor, watching as the guards carried his luggage. The entire security team remained expressionless as they escorted him hurriedly toward the cars in the courtyard.

After Du Boqin got into the car, the headlights of the convoy lit up one by one. A line of black sedans sped out of Fanlu Manor and raced down the mountain.

Zhen Ning stood by the window for a while. When she turned back, she found that all the lights in Fanlu Manor were on. The staff downstairs had gathered in a small room to watch TV.

Zhen Ning turned on the television in the hall and said to Si San: “Gather everyone in the hall.” Moselan Public Television had interrupted regular programming to broadcast breaking news—this morning at 7:10 AM, Leon’s armed forces on North Cheli Island fired several shells at Moselan cruisers near the coast in an attempt to seize a supply-laden fishing boat. One of the shells struck a school in a nearby community of Moselan fishermen, killing a teacher and over a dozen children who had just entered the building, and injuring many others. The exact number of casualties was still unclear.

The first-floor hall fell into solemn silence. The maids silently wept and began to pray. Zhen Ning sat in the center of the hall and quietly instructed Si San: “If anyone in Fanlu has family in the north, have them call home to check on their safety.” Si San nodded.

Given the urgency of the situation, it was certain that Du Boqin would remain at the command center. Zhen Ning didn’t want him to worry about home: “Strengthen patrols around Fanlu to ensure the estate’s safety.”

Si San left to carry out her orders.

Hours after Du Boqin departed from Fanlu Manor, the news spread rapidly across the country. The media continuously aired footage of the devastated explosion site. Outraged citizens poured into the streets—thousands gathered at Karla Palace and Municipal Square to protest Leon’s brutal acts of terror. Churches were adorned with flowers as worshippers knelt to pray for the injured children.

At 1:23 PM, the Moselan Ministry of Defense issued Order No. 11. Simultaneously, the spokesperson for the Prime Minister’s Office announced that Moselan would spare no effort to reclaim North Cheli Island, vowing to find the true culprits, hold them accountable, destroy the enemy’s illegal armed forces, and make them pay for their violent attacks. That evening, on Moselan News, Prime Minister Major delivered a statement from his residence at No. 1 Municipal Avenue, strongly condemning Leon’s inhumane atrocities. He declared that Moselan would unite as one and march forward bravely to achieve this righteous, historic victory of reclaiming their lost territory.

Du Boqin made a brief, one-minute call to Fanlu Manor from Danguang Tower. Without even returning home, he boarded a private plane and headed directly to the North Cheli military base.