The snow was melting, and the wind of spring was already on its way.

Pingting, do you still remember how we sang for fun, folded willow leaves, laughed at wave patterns at Prince He Su's Residence? Do you remember playing qin and celebrating your birthday at the Jing-An Ducal Residence?

Today, He Su has become the sole master of his nation, and the House of Jing-An was in ashes.

He Xia travelled a thousand miles in one go, entered Yun Chang and became its Prince Consort.

The metamorphosis of life, without experience, is truly difficult to predict.

But it's still nice. You and I are still here.

Because Ze Yin really wanted Yangfeng's illness to get better soon, he strictly ordered Yangfeng was not to leave her bed. He sent other people to attend to Pingting and naturally covered everything. He didn't feel pained at all and poured all sorts of precious herbs into her care like flowing water.

Yangfeng couldn't help it, she could only endure the seven or eight days. She obediently listened to the doctor and drank her medicine everyday at the right time. Now that she almost recovered, Ze Yin would occasionally bring their son to see his mother. She happily held onto her son, smelling and kissing him. She cooed, "Dear Qing'er, go see Aunt Pingting on behalf of your mother. There's a tiny younger brother in her belly, and he'll play with you in the future."

Ze Qing was barely a year old, so it was impossible for him to understand Yangfeng's words. His shiny black eyes looked left and right. He randomly opened his mouth to grin and laugh at her.

Ze Yin stood at one side, watching mother and son. He found this funny, "How do you know Pingting has a tiny younger brother in her belly?"

"Guessed, obviously. Is Pingting any better?"

Ze Yin's expression darkened slightly. He shook his head, "She doesn't say much and seems very upset. Is Zuiju her maid?"

Yangfeng shook her head. "No such person existed in the Jing-An Ducal Residence. If she is a maid, it must be someone Chu Beijie gave her." Although she had never seen Zuiju before, she pitied her fate from being torn by the wolves but was not as distraught like Pingting. Changing the topic, she asked Ze Yin, "Judging by her looks, does she still want to be with Chu Beijie? Chu Beijie has done terrible wrong to her, but she has his flesh and blood. I'm just afraid that Pingting's heart will soften."

Ze Yin hesitated at this. He led troops in a clear and logical formation, but this was a subject he didn't know much about at all. He scratched his head and said, "A woman's heart is much too hard to guess. How could I possibly tell?"

Yangfeng charmingly looked at him under her eyelashes, smiling, "I can tell. Main General, someone here has recovered long ago. Can't you just have pity on me and take back the strict order so I may get off this bed? It's not as impossible as rotting water or door hinges never being eaten by woodlice. Sick people need to walk a bit to get better soon too."

Ze Yin saw her smile as happy as blooming flowers. His body and mind were intoxicated. Thinking about Yangfeng trapped in bed for several days, he couldn't help soften his heart. He stroked the loosened strands on her silky black hair and said, "Don't push yourself and walk so soon after getting a little bit better. The winter snow has only just melted; it's still very cold. If you want to see Pingting, I'll carry you there." He then stood and picked Yangfeng in his arms.

Little Ze Qing was left on the bed. He cried and yelled as if unsatisfied.

Ze Yin smiled as he watched him. "Good son, you're still young. When you grow older, you can hold your own woman like this."

Yangfeng watched her husband teach their son and hurriedly shook her head, both amused and angry.

The guest room was very silent. The two entered, like honey and sugar, but their sunny mood was whipped back down.

"Pingting?"

Pingting was awake. She too received Ze Yin's strict order to not get out of bed. She was currently sitting on the bed, her upper body leaning against a pillow at the head of the bed. Her lower half was covered by the blanket. Hearing Yangfeng's voice, she seemed to be somewhat surprised. She turned towards them, her long black hair flickering past her shoulders. "Yangfeng?"

There was still some of her merry old self, but her cheeks had completely flattened down, creating a chilling feeling.

"Pingting, Pingting..." Yangfeng's eyes became red, and she suddenly began to cry.

Ze Yin put Yangfeng down, arranging it so that she and Pingting were sitting side by side on the bed.

"Why are you crying?" Pingting lightly grabbed onto Yangfeng, softly chuckling, "I heard you were sick. Are you finally fine to see me now?" She raised her head and studied her.

Ze Yin stood like a steel tower at one side, watching over his wife protectively.

"Hm, much better." Yangfeng then asked, "What about you?"

Pingting gratefully replied, "I'm much better too, thanks to Main General."

"Have you had fetal medicine at the right times?

"Yes." Pingting lowered her head, gently stroking her slightly protruding stomach. "The child is very obedient and hasn't kicked or messed around today."

Yangfeng sighed. "You know how important your child is, so don't bottle all your sadness up. Pingting, don't blame yourself any more. That Zuiju is already dead. You can't ruin your own life. What can it do to bring her back? Since you two are so close, she will definitely disapprove of your actions up in heaven."

Ze Yin frowned, thinking that he had heard this before.

When Pingting heard the name "Zuiju", her smile completely flew away. She sighed and raised her eyes, "I understand that idea, but my heart hurts. When I think of her, it's like my heart is being stabbed by needles. I asked her to go down the mountain because I wanted to save her. Having one survive was better than both dying from hunger or cold. I never thought that she'd..."

Yangfeng saw she was unhappy again and quickly changed the topic. "I came here to discuss something else with you today. First of all, I have already decided that I won't let you float around the four countries any more, causing me all this excess worry. Why don't we move to somewhere else and live in seclusion together? Now it's come to this, even if it's not for you, at least think for your child. Don't just grieve, plan out your future too."

Pingting knew her words were right. She didn't want Yangfeng to worry again. She cheered up and nodded her head thoughtfully. "Living in seclusion doesn't sound too bad, but your Main General is far too famous and has a whole hoard of servants as well as great wealth. Where could you start living in seclusion? Even if you changed to another place, maybe in just three days, another general of Bei Mo will find you. I don't want to let anyone know that I'm still alive, so I think I'll just find another peaceful place to live with my child."

Yangfeng realised that she hadn't mentioned that hateful man, Chu Beijie. She did seem much more energetic than before. She had been dearly excited, but as she heard more, she found out that Pingting had other plans. She hurriedly asked, "So what? We can dismiss our manservants and maids. Since we plan to live in seclusion, then what need is there for the luxury of the Main General Residence?"

Pingting studied her and shook her head. "You're not the same as me. I've gone through all sorts of bitter experiences. I've had officials steal my bags, climbed a snowy mountain and suffered hunger. I know what poverty is like. From a young age, you were sheltered in the Prince's Residence, and when you came to Bei Mo, you became the Main General's wife. How could you possibly last through such bitter world experiences?"

Yangfeng straightened on the bed, solemnly replying, "Pingting, I'm not joking here. After I learned you left the Bei Mo Main General Residence to head for Dong Lin to see Chu Beijie, my regret almost broke my intestines. You were sheltered in the Jing-An Ducal Residence too and treated like the only daughter of a rich family. How could I not be able to experience the bitter things you did?" She suddenly thought of something and dismissed her maids. Then she remembered that it was not out of her own decision. She stopped to turn to look at Ze Yin.

Ze Yin lowered his voice, "Don't worry, I'll arrange it."

When he had asked Yangfeng to marry him back then, he had long wanted to leave the battlefield and live in seclusion, wholeheartedly wanting to peacefully live out his life with her.