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The fire crackled as a Rabbit Demon roasted over the flames, its plump body sizzling and releasing a mouthwatering aroma that filled the air. No one paid any attention to their dry rations anymore; all eyes were fixed on the rabbit meat.
Nie Rong took a swig from his wine jug and glanced at Qin Feng and Xian Zhi, realizing they should be able to reach the capital soon.
Qin Feng looked at Nie Rong with confusion, unsure why he was being addressed.
Nie Rong smiled faintly, feeling somewhat stifled. He wanted to chat. He handed the wine jug to Qin Feng, encouraging him to take a drink.
Qin Feng accepted it and took a sip, wrinkling his brow slightly. This was precisely why he disliked alcohol—the bitter taste of ancient wines was hard to bear.
Sighing, Nie Rong pondered aloud, "Where should I stand in all this?"
Qin Feng looked at Nie Rong and Nie Shu with curiosity. "Aren't you supposed to be neutral?"
Nie Rong forced a smile. "I was too naive. The Emperor has already been swayed by the National Master. If I oppose him now, I doubt he would trust me again. If I don't choose a side, how long do you think I can survive?"
He cast a fond glance at Nie Xiaoqian and whispered, "If anything happens to me, Qin Feng, you must take good care of Qian Er." A hint of pleading shone in his eyes.
Qin Feng was taken aback; it truly was a father's heartfelt concern. However, with himself around, Nie Rong would surely be fine—after all, he still needed his help in governing the realm.
He chuckled and assured Nie Shu, "Don't worry; Nie Xiaoqian is my fiancée, which makes her my wife."
Nie Rong sighed in relief. He knew that the formidable weapon in Nie Xiaoqian's possession must have come from Qin Feng; he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Ha! Then I can rest easy. Now tell me, which prince should I support?"
Qin Feng's eyes flickered as he replied, "Support the Seventh Princess."
"Huh?" Nie Rong was taken aback, furrowing his brow. "The Seventh Princess? But her chances are the smallest; there has never been a female emperor throughout history."
Qin Feng chuckled lightly. "Don't underestimate any time traveler. While their chances of success may be slim, their potential for disruption is not to be ignored."
Nie Shu added thoughtfully, "As for the Three Princes, I know they are not good people either. At least the Seventh Princess treats the common folk well."
Nie Rong pondered for a moment, realizing there was some truth to it. He merely wished to do something for the common people.
Qin Feng smiled, knowing that Nie Rong had already leaned towards the Seventh Princess.
Suddenly, Nie Rong recalled something. "Ke Chang Princess has a grudge against you; she supports the Seventh Princess, right?"
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes. "Nie Shu, you don't need to worry about that. I will handle it."
Nie Rong was taken aback. "You better not act recklessly. This is the capital, a place filled with hidden talents. Don’t think you’re invincible."
It was clear he had guessed something.
Qin Feng smiled reassuringly. "Nie Shu, I won't take action."
Nie Rong gave him a deep look. "I hope so. Remember, you're not alone; you have your sister and your fiancée."
Qin Feng nodded and fell silent.
The night was calm; it was uncertain whether all the demons had truly been eradicated, but everyone slept soundly.
The next day, the convoy set off again.
In the capital, at Princess Chang's Residence, a regal Noble Lady sat above, looking down at the kneeling figures below her.
"Feng Lin is dead? You still don’t know how he died? You are utterly useless," the Noble Lady said coldly.
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