The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Xiao Ji clutched the thin letter tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crumple it. His gaze was fixed on the letter, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

Song Wenjun looked at him with a worried expression. Her concerned gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart and causing him to ache.

He was not afraid of death, but he couldn't bear to leave Song Wenjun and his son.

He smiled at Song Wenjun: "Don't worry, things aren't as bad as you think."

Although he said that, he felt uneasy inside.

The people of Northern Qi were cunning and malicious.

To get rid of him, they must make thorough preparations.

Xiao Ji composed himself and quickly made a decision: "This trip is one I must take."

He has no choice.

Song Wenjun knew that he could not persuade Xiao Ji; this was not only his mission but also his responsibility.

She got up and went back to her room, and soon came out in a hurry.

Holding a glittering golden object in her fair, delicate hand, Qin Qing gasped, “The Heart-Protecting Armor! It’s said that this thing is made of black iron and is impervious to swords and spears. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn’t expect it to be in your hands, sister.”

Song Wenjun's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint yet charming smile.

Her fair, delicate hands gently caressed the incredibly sturdy breastplate, her gaze never leaving Xiao Ji, her eyes filled with deep affection and longing.

With tears welling in her eyes, she softly said to the man before her, "My husband, please put on this breastplate. I only hope that you can return to my side safely and unharmed."

As she spoke, she gently stroked her still slightly flat stomach, her voice trembling slightly, with a hint of undisguised sobs: "Our unborn child and I will always be waiting for you to return home."

The usually strong and independent Song Wenjun revealed an unprecedented vulnerability at this moment.

Looking at her slightly flat stomach, Xiao Ji felt as if an invisible hand had gently touched the softest part of his heart, instantly turning it into a pool of tender affection.

He stretched out his large, warm hand and gently stroked Song Wenjun's head, a bold and unrestrained smile on his face, and comforted her, "Madam, there's no need to be so sad! It's just a mission, how could it be a matter of life and death? Quickly tell the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous feast, so that when I return in triumph with the head of that Northern Qi spy, we can drink to our hearts' content."

However, Song Wenjun's eyes were already red, with tears welling up in them. She held Xiao Ji's hands tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear if she let go, and refused to let go for a long time.

Just then, Tian Qi stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Your Highness, please allow me to accompany you. More people will provide more support."

However, Xiao Ji shook his head without hesitation and refused Tian Qi's request. He said earnestly, "If you leave with me, who will protect the old and young in this palace? Moreover, the fact that Bei Jin dared to specifically ask me to go alone means that they are also secretly monitoring the palace. There is only one bottle of antidote. If we anger the people of Bei Qi, they may destroy the antidote."

At this point, Xiao Ji looked at Song Wenjun with tender eyes and said, "Only I can go on this mission."

As the sun began to set, Xiao Ji wasted no more time and strode out.

He flipped himself onto the horse's back, then spurred it hard on its flanks, and the steed shot off like an arrow, galloping towards the woods on the eastern outskirts of the capital.

Song Wenjun stood at the gate of the Prince's mansion, watching his receding figure, and felt her heart clench.

Song Wenjun stood quietly at the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, her gaze fixed on Xiao Ji's receding figure.

Even after that dashing figure finally disappeared at the end of the road in the distance, she still stared at him, unwilling to look away.

Seeing this, Zhi Shu couldn't help but gently advise, "Your Highness, let's go back to the manor first. If the Prince returns later and sees you standing here suffering like this, he will surely blame me for not taking good care of you."

However, even though Xiao Ji was nowhere to be seen in the distance, Song Wenjun stubbornly stared in the direction he had left, motionless.

Her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, her eyes filled with worry and unease.

This unease continued to spread and swell in her heart, like a heavy stone pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She silently told herself: Nothing will happen!

Xiao Ji was a seasoned warrior who had faced countless life-or-death trials, and each time he managed to escape danger and return victorious.

This time will be no exception!

Song Wenjun took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the anxiety in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

She mustered her strength, took out her thumb ring, and summoned the guards: "Go and protect the prince."

The Dragon Guards never questioned the orders given to their master.

But today they hesitated. One of the men, who appeared to be the leader, said to Song Wenjun, "His Highness has ordered that his subordinates protect the Princess and the young prince."

Song Wenjun's eyes welled up with tears, and she said in a deep voice, "The Prince's mansion is heavily guarded, and even a fly would have a hard time getting in. But the Prince is going to the eastern suburbs alone. If something happens to him, can you bear the responsibility?"

The Dragon Guards fell silent. If they couldn't bear the responsibility, then the entire Southern Moon Kingdom couldn't bear it either.

Without Xiao Ji, Nan Yue is just a lamb to the slaughter.

Without further hesitation, they bowed to Song Wenjun and followed in Xiao Ji's footsteps.

Qin Qing looked at Song Wenjun with some worry, thinking that she would become depressed.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few deep breaths, she transformed back into the formidable Song Wenjun.

She instructed the kitchen to prepare several dishes that Xiao Ji liked, and then ordered Xu Mama to bring Yan Yan to the front yard to be with her.

Perhaps to distract herself, Song Wenjun kept playing with Yan Yan.

She made a net and chased butterflies with Yan Yan.

She flew a kite with him in the yard, her face smiling and showing no sign of nervousness.

The more Song Wenjun acted this way, the more worried Xu's mother became.

"The princess is trying to distract herself."

Qin Qing was well aware of this, but now they had no choice but to wait.

As the sun sets in the west, the last rays of sunlight are swallowed by darkness.

There was still no news from Xiao Ji, and the food on the table had gone cold.

Song Wenjun sat by the window, gazing at the scenery outside in a daze. Every three-quarters of an hour, she would order someone to take the food away and reheat it.

The room was brightly lit with candles, even more than twice the usual amount.

She hoped that when Xiao Ji returned, the food would be hot and the mansion would be bright.

But they waited and waited, until the third watch of the night, and Xiao Ji still hadn't returned.