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Cheng Mosu gently pushed open Ling Heng's door and placed a light kiss on his forehead. Just as she was about to leave, she saw him open his eyes and smile, asking, "Has Dad left?"
"Yes, he's getting ready to go and is talking with his aide at the door. You should sleep quickly," Cheng Mosu replied softly, tucking the blanket around him. Ling Heng didn't say anything further; he closed his eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep. Watching him, she finally felt relieved, stepped out of the room, and quietly closed the door.
Unable to sleep herself, she got up to paint. With a graceful sweep of her brush, blue bricks and pink tiles came alive on the paper. The winding green vines climbed and swayed with the gentle breeze depicted in the painting, creating ripples of emerald green. She smiled lightly, switched to red paint, and the intricate soft petals intertwined with the delicate willow branches, forming a beautiful scene. The pond's water was as clear as her own eyes, while pavilions and towers expressed a refreshing ambiance; a quiet path stretched into the distance.
She gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, smiling faintly as warm breezes flowed in through the slightly open window. With her eyes closed, she imagined her future life.
Noticing Feng Yin was still awake, she called her over to add some incense. The room filled with a tranquil fragrance, and a fine jade screen concealed the European-style bed curtains. She leaned back on the soft couch and lightly closed her eyes.
Just as she dozed off, she was suddenly startled awake by hurried footsteps.
"Miss, something's wrong!"
Seeing Feng Yin's anxious expression made her heart skip a beat. All remnants of sleep vanished from her mind as she sat up and asked, "What happened?"
"Young Master! Young Master is missing!"
Cheng Mosu felt darkness cloud her vision for a moment but quickly steadied herself before confirming with Feng Yin, "You mean Ling Heng is missing? Do you know where he went?"
"I don't know! I just wanted to check if Young Master was asleep, but when I entered the room, there was no sign of him! What should we do?" Feng Yin exclaimed anxiously, pacing like an ant on a hot pan.
Cheng Mosu calmed her thoughts and walked to Ling Heng's room. Sure enough, it was empty. She reached out to touch the sheets; they were still warm, indicating that Ling Heng had just left not long ago. She noticed the wide-open window and paused slightly; the water-colored curtain had also blown out of the window.
"Miss, someone must have kidnapped the Young Master! Look how wide this window is open!" Feng Yin's voice carried a hint of tears. "It's all my fault; I didn't keep an eye on the Young Master!"
Cheng Mosu furrowed her beautiful brows. The guards around were quite strict, and her room was so close to Ling Heng's that if it were truly a thief, there would have been some noise when they entered. She was a light sleeper and would definitely have heard something, but why hadn’t she heard anything this time?
A thought crossed her mind, and she said softly, "It’s possible that Ling Heng slipped out by himself. Turn on the lights and let’s look around to see if we can find anything he left behind."
Feng Yin was taken aback, mumbling about why the Young Master would sneak out. Her subordinate quickly turned on the lights but suddenly noticed something and covered her mouth in surprise.
Cheng Mosu followed her gaze and picked up a note that had fallen on the ground. Although Ling Heng was only five years old, he had already written clearly. The note read: Mom, I want to go to the Battlefield with Dad. Don’t worry.
"After all this, it turns out the Young Master sneaked out to go to the Battlefield with Son-in-law. You scared me to death," Feng Yin sighed in relief, but then saw Cheng Mosu's expression grow increasingly serious and realized something. "The Young Master is going to the Battlefield with Son-in-law? Oh my goodness, that could be life-threatening!"
Cheng Mosu bit her rose-colored lips tightly. This time Ling Heng must have gone secretly; Shaoyi definitely didn’t know yet. If he were kidnapped by some bad person, the consequences would be...
"Miss, don’t worry too much. The Young Master is very clever, and Son-in-law will surely notice that the Young Master is following him secretly. Once Son-in-law takes him along, everything will be fine." At this point, Feng Yin could only offer such comfort since Shangguan Shaoyi was currently at the Southeast Asia Battlefield with no way to communicate about this matter.
Cheng Mosu collapsed onto the soft carpet. In the dim light, her countenance was hidden, but the faint fragrance she wore lingered in the air. She furrowed her brow tightly, her fingers intertwined as tears fell uncontrollably down her cheeks, leaving Feng Yin at a loss for what to do.
The night was heavy.
At this moment, Ling Heng curled up inside a box filled with weapons and ammunition. After searching for a long time, he finally found an empty one; that was how he managed to sneak into the Battlefield.
He knew that Mom would worry about him, but he also believed he needed to go out and gain experience. So he took advantage of no one paying attention and climbed out through the curtain.
Suddenly, the vehicle came to a stop. He secretly opened the box lid and looked outside. Before he could see clearly, he felt his body sway violently, sensing a force lifting the box and throwing it heavily elsewhere. He shouted in his heart that it was bad, and as soon as the box hit the ground, he ran out, startling the person who had moved it. However, the convoy ahead had already moved far away.
"How infuriating! So close yet so far!" He stomped his foot in anger, while the person next to him stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. "Who... who are you? How are you sitting inside that box?"
He quickly seized the last opportunity. "I am Shangguan Lingheng. I was supposed to go into battle with my father, but we had a fight, and I stubbornly hid in this box. Who would have thought you would move it? Look, now I'm separated from my father. How will you compensate me?!"
The person finally breathed a sigh of relief and brought him into the light. Upon closer inspection, he indeed bore a striking resemblance to Shangguan Shaoyi, and it didn't sound like he was lying. He hurriedly said, "My ancestor! What am I going to do about this!"
"Where are you headed?"
"I'm changing routes to transport this batch of supplies to the battlefield." The person looked troubled. "If Young Commander finds out it's because of me that Young Master got lost, I might lose my life!"
"That's simple enough. Since you're going to the battlefield anyway, just take me with you. Once we arrive safely by my father's side, I'll speak a few good words for you; my father won't blame you!" Lingheng patted his shoulder confidently.
The man sighed and said with a long face, "At this point, there's no other choice. Young Master, get in the car!"
Lingheng smiled proudly and jumped into the vehicle. The man also got in, fastened Lingheng's seatbelt, pressed down on the accelerator, and drove off into the distance. The moon was particularly round that night; Lingheng gazed at its soft golden glow and felt as if he could even see Chang'e.
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