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Feng Yin gently rolled up the bed curtain, lightly hooking the plain white silk drape. She lay half-reclined on the bed, wearing a light purple silk nightgown. One hand softly rested on the edge of the bed while the other held a blue handkerchief, wiping away tears. Her Water-colored Eyes shone with a deep light, evoking pity.
"Miss, you have been like this for a month now, hardly speaking. Young Master hasn't returned yet, and you are going to make yourself ill," Feng Yin said with concern, looking at her pale and delicate face.
She raised her Water-colored Eyes, and her Rose-Colored Lips moved slightly. But thinking of Ling Heng made her half-closed eyes involuntarily shed a stream of tears. The warmth trickled down her fair cheeks, staining the light purple fabric and reflecting in her heart, creating ripples layer upon layer.
Seeing her like this, Feng Yin couldn't help but redden her eyes. The young lady had lost her appetite and had fallen ill twice recently; her health was weaker than before. It was already a comforting thing that she could occasionally get out of bed and move around. She held Cheng Mosu's hand and cried along with her.
Cheng Mosu noticed that Feng Yin was also crying and couldn't help but smile faintly. "Feng Yin, why are you crying? Go pull back the Curtain and open the window; I want to bask in the Sun."
"Yes." Feng Yin quickly dried her tears with the handkerchief and hurried to open the window. The cool breeze flowed into the room, lifting the curtains and tangling in her hair. She took a deep breath, slowly calming her emotions. Yet no matter what, it felt as if something deeply etched in her heart caused sharp pain that made her breath quicken. Her dark hair fell onto the snow-white sheets as she closed her Eyes, remaining silent.
Feng Yin felt anxious inside, knowing that the young lady was suffering from heartache. Only when Young Master or Son-in-law returned could it be healed. Moreover, there hadn't been any news from the past month’s Newspaper, not even a mention of the situation on the Southeast Asia Battlefield. She saw Cheng Mosu turn her Eyes, that deep gaze quietly landing on her. "Feng Yin, turn on the radio; let me listen."
"Okay." Feng Yin reached out to turn on the radio. The broadcast reported on the ongoing battles on the front lines. As she listened to our army's heavy losses, she hurriedly wanted to turn off the radio.
But she raised her hand to stop Feng Yin's action, and just then another piece of news came through.
"According to reports from the Southeast Asia Battlefield, led by Shangguan Shaoying, the Expeditionary Force has arrived at the Battlefield to participate in combat. Yesterday afternoon, the western front's British Army was surrounded by the Japanese Army, running out of ammunition and supplies, with water sources cut off."
She was startled and suddenly stood up. Feng Yin was also alarmed and rushed to support Cheng Mosu, fearing she might faint again. She comforted her, "Miss, don’t worry... what they said on the radio is about the British Army, not about Son-in-law's Army."
"England is our ally; if they run out of supplies, we won't be in a good position either," Cheng Mosu said with half-closed eyelids, her eyes reddening slightly as she felt her Fingertips trembling. She exchanged glances with Feng Yin, both showing expressions of despair in their eyes.
The broadcast continued, "Under the orders of Shangguan Shaoying, Ruan Shaoshuai is to lead the headquarters to rush for reinforcements overnight. This morning, Shangguan Shaoying personally went to the Battlefield, leading the Army to launch a fierce attack against the Japanese Army, annihilating a battalion of the Japanese Army and rescuing eight thousand trapped British Army soldiers, as well as missionaries and journalists captured by the British Army."
Such a significant turn of events caused the tension in Cheng Mosu's throat to gradually ease. She felt like a drowning person who had just been rescued, taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Feng Yin grasped her delicate wrist, her expression elated. "Miss, did you hear? Son-in-law won! Son-in-law won!!"
She responded lightly, her face calm and unmarked, as clear as water, but her bright Eyes held an unfathomable depth of Joy.
Standing by the window, she watched the falling petals, a faint smile lifting the corners of her Rose-Colored Lips. The broadcast continued, "This battle marks our first victory since entering Eastern Southeast Asia. Our forces, with less than a thousand troops, repelled an enemy several times our size and rescued eight times our number of allies. Truly, it can be said that our military strategy is divine..."
"Feng Yin, turn off the broadcast," she said softly. Knowing her mood was good and not wanting to hear any distressing news, Feng Yin turned off the radio. Cheng Mosu raised her beautifully arched brows and smiled gently. "If such an impossible turnaround can be achieved by Shaoyi, then Ling Heng will surely be fine."
"It's great that you can think this way, Miss." Feng Yin said with a bright smile. "I'll go see what's in the Kitchen and bring something for you to eat."
"Okay." She leaned casually against the window, letting the wind lift her hair while gently stroking the window frame. A smile danced on her Rose-Colored Lips.
At that moment, another person she cared about was heading towards the Battlefield in a transport vehicle.
The driver of the transport truck was named Dong Hu, whom Ling Heng affectionately called Uncle Dong. Throughout the journey, Dong Hu took great care of him, and naturally, they developed a bond akin to that of comrades. As they were about to part ways, he felt a sense of reluctance.
"Alright, we're almost at Shangguan Shaoying's Barracks. I'll take you there."
"No need, I can go by myself." Ling Heng jumped out of the car with a smile. "Uncle Dong, I’ll say some good words about you in front of Dad; don’t worry!" Without waiting for Dong Hu's response, he waved his hand and ran off into the distance. Dong Hu paused for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. "That little rascal!"
He was running when someone hidden in the shadows covered his mouth and nose. He froze for a moment, realizing that the person exuded a strong fragrance, and after a moment's thought, he knew it was a woman.
Just as he was about to bite her, she had already anticipated his move, using a cloth to block his mouth and tying him up tightly before placing him into a sack.
His eyes widened in shock; he recognized this woman clearly—she was Lady Ye, Xia Yixiang, who had been rambling on his birthday.
A cruel smile flashed across Xia Yixiang's eyes. She had been driven out by Ye Guanmei and had no choice but to return to her family, only to find that they despised her for losing face and refused to let her in. Left with no options, she wandered the streets until she was found by a group of performers who specialized in entertaining the army. She managed to secure an opportunity to come to Southeast Asia, arriving just this morning. She had intended to secretly kill Ye Guanmei but unexpectedly ran into Ling Heng and decided to tie him up first.
She really hadn't thought about what to do next.
She heard the person in the sack struggling fiercely, but after a while, there was no more movement.
Panic surged in her heart as she realized that the sack had no openings, fearing that she might suffocate this official Ling Heng.
In a hurry, she opened the mouth of the sack, only to see Ling Heng standing up, holding a flare gun tightly in his bound hands, which he fired straight out.
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