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

Thirty miles outside the capital, in a dense and secluded forest, all was deathly silent.

The dense foliage blocked out the sky, making the forest so airtight that it was impossible to see anything.

A densely packed army was hidden among them, soldiers in black armor lined up in neat rows, silent and still, as if they had become one with the mountains and forests.

The only sounds were the occasional clash of weapons and the soft neighing of warhorses.

Inside the tent, candlelight flickered.

Xiao Ji, clad in heavy silver armor, sat upright before the table, the armor plates gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes piercing, as he stared intently at the secret message that had just been delivered by carrier pigeon.

A gentle breeze swept through the tent, causing the candlelight to flicker and illuminate his cold and resolute face, outlining his unyielding features.

"Husband, please eat something." The tent curtain was gently lifted, and Song Wenjun walked in with light steps.

Zhi Shu followed behind her, carrying a tray of food.

She carefully placed the food on the table in front of Xiao Ji, then retreated to Song Wenjun's side.

The food smelled delicious and looked fantastic.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ji slowly raised his head, shifting his gaze from the military report in his hand to Song Wenjun, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes.

He then gently waved his hand, signaling Zhishu to step down.

Zhi Shu understood immediately. He lowered his head slightly, took a few steps back out of the tent, and casually lowered the tent curtain again.

"Madam, come here," Xiao Ji called softly to Song Wenjun, his voice low and gentle.

Song Wenjun quickly walked to his side, her beautiful eyes sparkling with concern and doubt as she asked, "Has there been news from the palace?"

In fact, their army had already arrived on the outskirts of the capital five days ago.

From just a few hundred men at the beginning, to now commanding tens of thousands of troops, the size of the army is vastly different from what it used to be, even far exceeding the garrison in the capital.

Song Wenjun frowned slightly, puzzled: "With such a strong army, why doesn't my husband immediately charge into the capital? Why does he choose to station the army in this secluded forest?"

She pondered to herself, what exactly was Xiao Ji's plan in making such a fuss about concealing the army's whereabouts?

“Madam.” Xiao Ji reached out and gently took Song Wenjun’s hand, leading her to sit down beside him.

He gazed at her stunningly beautiful face, as lovely as spring blossoms, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"It would not be difficult for the army to storm the capital, but once the city is breached, the flames of war will inevitably spread, and innocent civilians will suffer terribly. Moreover, the General's Mansion and my father-in-law's family are still in the city. How can I disregard their safety and act rashly?"

Xiao Ji's words moved Song Wenjun deeply.

Before she knew it, her eyes had welled up with tears.

When Xiao Ji saw her tears, he panicked and asked, "What did I do wrong to make you angry?"

He picked up a handkerchief and awkwardly wiped away Song Wenjun's tears.

Song Wenjun sniffed slightly, forcing back the tears in her eyes, and forced a bright smile, saying, "How could that be? I'm just happy."

As she spoke, she gently took Xiao Ji's hand, placed it in her own palm, and held it tightly. Her voice choked with emotion as she said, "My husband considers everything for me so thoroughly. Meeting you in this life is the blessing I have accumulated over several lifetimes."

Looking at his wife, Xiao Ji felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He let out a long sigh, a doting smile playing on his lips: "You're shedding tears over something so trivial?"

He teased her softly as he reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Song Wenjun's cheeks, saying earnestly, "You are my wife, the person I cherish most in my heart, the mother of our child, and the most important family member in my life. Thinking of you is what I should do; for me, considering you is considering myself."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides, it is my responsibility as a man to stand tall and protect my wife."

"Alright, alright, if you keep going, I'm getting embarrassed." Song Wenjun quickly reached out and gently covered Xiao Ji's mouth to stop him from continuing.

Then, she straightened her expression and asked seriously, "What does my husband plan to do? Or is there anything I can do to help?"

At this time, Song Wenjun's belly was swollen high, and her figure appeared increasingly clumsy, making each step quite difficult.

Judging from her appearance, she is obviously about to give birth, probably in the next ten days or so.

Xiao Ji looked at his wife with heartache, and he couldn't bear to let her worry about these things anymore.

But seeing Song Wenjun's eager and expectant eyes, he had a sudden inspiration.

"Of course there's something you can do to help." He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, pausing before continuing.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun's face instantly lit up with joy, and she asked expectantly, "My husband, please tell me. As long as it's something I can do, I will do my best."

Although she is currently unable to move around easily, she can still help in any way she can.

Seeing Song Wenjun's earnest yet adorable expression, Xiao Ji finally couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and gently pinched her nose, saying tenderly, "Your task is to take good care of Princess Chu for me. You can't let her catch a cold, go hungry, or make her unhappy."

"And our son, the little one in his belly, will also require your care, Madam."

Song Wenjun was taken aback, and immediately realized that Xiao Ji was once again subtly expressing his love.

She gently punched his shoulder, but Xiao Ji grabbed her hand.

Seeing her surprised look, Xiao Ji said to her, "I will handle everything, you can rest assured."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Song Wenjun couldn't help but ask, "What are your plans?"

“From here.” Xiao Ji’s eyes were sharp, his gaze fixed on the unfolded map of the palace. He pointed to a spot on the map with his long, slender finger and said firmly.

"Breakthrough from inside the palace?" Song Wenjun was slightly taken aback, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with surprise, and she couldn't help but ask, "But our troops are currently stationed outside the city. It would be very difficult to enter the palace unnoticed."

The imperial city is now heavily guarded by Xiao Yin's men, making it virtually impossible to break through from within.

However, Xiao Ji merely curled his lips slightly, revealing a confident smile, his eyes radiating composure and certainty: "If I weren't absolutely certain, how could I dare to make such a boast in front of Madam? Madam, just wait and see how I turn the tide."

Hearing Xiao Ji's bold words, Song Wenjun's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this moment, Xiao Ji was unrestrained and full of vigor, as if there was nothing in the world that could stump him.

She grew increasingly curious about Xiao Ji's plan; how exactly was he going to break out of the predicament?

She tilted her head slightly, her face full of thought. After a moment's hesitation, she asked with a hint of probing, "Husband, could it be that you have secretly left a secret team in the capital?"