If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

The absurdity of the Golden Palace only came to an end when the sun set.

On the carriage back to the Regent's Palace from the palace, Fuyao was limp and nestled in Qin Feng's arms, the beautiful blush on her face not yet completely gone.

Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was that heart-pounding image of the dragon throne, making her so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Qin Feng held the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, looking at her shy appearance, and couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle softly in her ear.

"How was it, Your Majesty? Were you satisfied with my service? It's just that Your Majesty's stamina seems to be a bit lacking."

"You...you still dare to say that!"

Fuyao was both embarrassed and annoyed. She gently punched his chest with her small fists, the force soft and weak, more like a coquettish gesture.

"It's all your fault! You bastard! If the historians find out, how... how will I ever face anyone again!"

"A historian?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, his large hand getting restless, and pinched her waist.

"Anyone who dares to write nonsense will be sent to have a talk with the King of Hell. My Empress can only be written by me."

The domineering declaration made Fuyao's heart skip a beat again.

She stopped speaking, but buried her face deeper into Qin Feng's arms, feeling his strong heartbeat, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

She was intoxicated by the feeling of being completely controlled and pampered by him.

The carriage moved slowly forward in the twilight, the interior filled with a beautiful scene.

When we stopped in front of the Regent's Palace, it was already completely dark.

Qin Feng carried Fuyao, whose legs were still a little weak, out of the car. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw that the courtyard was brightly lit and filled with laughter.

Bai Wanqing, Shangguan Wan, Lu Jiaojiao, Yan Qingsi... the women had been waiting for a long time.

Their faces were all adorned with genuine smiles, and their stunningly beautiful faces stunned passersby, who thought they were celestial maidens descended from heaven.

"My lord, Your Majesty, you have returned."

Bai Wanqing, who was at the head of the group, was dressed in an elegant long dress and had a gentle temperament. She stepped forward and bowed gracefully to the two of them.

Fuyao was a little embarrassed. She jumped down from Qin Feng's arms, straightened her slightly disheveled robes, and smiled at the women.

We're all family, so there's no need for so many formalities.

When the women saw Qin Feng return, they immediately surrounded him, chattering and asking after his well-being.

"Husband, are you tired? Come inside and rest."

"Yes, the ceremony must be very tiring."

Looking at the women who cared about him, Qin Feng felt a warmth in his heart.

He smiled and comforted them one by one, but his gaze had already drifted towards the inner courtyard.

"Where is my precious daughter?"

When the topic of children came up, all the women's faces lit up with happy smiles.

"She's inside; Little Jade is with her."

Shangguan Wan said with a smile, "The little guy is so well-behaved. He just finished eating and is sleeping now."

The group chatted and laughed as they entered the master bedroom in the inner courtyard.

The room was filled with calming incense.

Shangguan Yu was leaning against the headboard. Although her face was still pale and her body was still weak, her beautiful face radiated a holy maternal glow.

Beside her was an exquisite cradle.

In the cradle, a baby, wrapped up tightly, is sleeping soundly.

Qin Feng tiptoed over, afraid of waking the little guy.

He bent down and looked at the exquisitely beautiful little face in the cradle, his heart instantly filled with an indescribable tenderness.

This is his daughter, Qin Nian'an.

They are his and Shangguan Yu's flesh and blood, the continuation of his Qin family.

He was willing to give everything to protect this beautiful thing.

Perhaps sensing her father's gaze, little Nian'an in the cradle suddenly trembled twice with her long eyelashes, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Those were incredibly clear eyes, like black gemstones.

She looked at Qin Feng, neither crying nor making a scene, but simply curiously observing this unfamiliar man.

Then, she grinned, revealing her toothless little mouth, and giggled at Qin Feng.

That laughter, as clear and crisp as a wind chime, instantly melted Qin Feng's heart.

"She...she smiled at me!" Qin Feng was as excited as a child, turning around to look at everyone.

The women were amused by this scene and all laughed.

"It seems that Niannian really likes Daddy." Shangguan Yu said happily from the bed.

Qin Feng extended a finger and carefully, gently touched his daughter's little hand.

Xiao Nian'an immediately used her soft, boneless little hands to tightly grasp Qin Feng's fingers.

That gentle force and that warm touch completely melted Qin Feng's heart.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his daughter in his arms, looking at Shangguan Yu, then at Bai Wanqing and Shangguan Wan who were gathered around him, enjoying this rare moment of family warmth.

The land, the beauty, the daughter.

At that moment, he felt like the happiest man in the world.

However, amidst this warm and peaceful atmosphere, Qin Feng's gaze swept over everyone, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He always felt like something was missing.

One person is missing.

The woman who always wore white, with a cool and aloof temperament, like a lotus flower on a snow-capped mountain, always kept her distance from him, yet always inadvertently revealed her care and concern.

"Where is Yun Qingya?"

Qin Feng's voice broke the cozy atmosphere in the room.

Where is she?

Qin Feng's question instantly silenced the previously warm and joyful atmosphere in the room.

The smiles on the women's faces froze slightly.

Bai Wanqing, as the first wife, sighed softly and stepped forward, saying gently, "Husband, you've been so busy these past few days since your coronation ceremony that we haven't had a chance to tell you."

Her voice carried a hint of worry and helplessness.

"After Yun Song died, Sister Yun... disappeared."

"It's gone?"

Qin Feng frowned: "What do you mean 'missing'? Where did it go?"

Yun Song is Yun Qingya's father. Although this father-in-law had caused him a lot of trouble in the past and even sided with Empress Lü, blood is thicker than water after all.

The death of her father was a devastating blow to Yun Qingya.

Shangguan Wan also chimed in, "Yes, my lord. After the Yun family was raided, we sent people to fetch Sister Yun to stay at the Prince's residence. But the people in the residence said that she had packed some simple belongings the night before and left alone. Nobody knows where she went."

"We've sent guards from our mansion to search all over the capital these past few days, but it's like they've vanished into thin air; there's not a single trace of them."

Lu Jiaojiao added that she had used some of the Lu family's old intelligence channels in Quanzhou, but the result was the same—nothing came of it.

"That silly woman!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's face instantly darkened.

The image of Yun Qingya's aloof and proud face, yet with a touch of stubbornness, immediately appeared in his mind.

That woman was too proud and too strong-willed.

She was willing to come to the Marquis of Zhonglie's mansion and tear up the engagement in front of everyone, humiliating herself, all for the sake of her so-called family reputation.

Now that the Yun family has fallen and her father is dead, she has gone from being a high-ranking daughter of a prime minister to the daughter of a disgraced official.

Given her personality, how could she possibly accept other people's sympathy and charity?

She would rather wander alone than come to the Prince's mansion begging to be taken in.

The more Qin Feng thought about it, the more agitated he became.

That woman is incredibly stupid!

What kind of world is it now?

The war had just ended, and the capital city and its surroundings were filled with refugees and soldiers.

She's a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken, yet she's so beautiful. Running around outside all by herself, isn't she just asking for death?

In case... if something happens...