Chapter 46: Guen Hild

It was nearly midnight by the time Murong Fanghua finally finished plowing through the mountain of official business that had accumulated over the past few days.

She couldn’t help it—who told her to have such an unreliable mother?

“Sigh…”

At the thought of her mother, she let out a weary sigh. When she was little, the mother in her memories was a resilient, overbearing queen. But ever since her father passed away, her mother had changed drastically.

Still, she firmly believed that deep in her bones, her mother was still that same formidable sovereign; that fundamental core would never change.

Stretching her arms to release the tension in her muscles, she stepped out of the central administrative hall.

Back in the primary bedchamber, Ye Feng was already fast asleep on the massive mattress. When Murong Fanghua pushed the double doors open, the sight of his peaceful sleeping face met her eyes.

She reached out, lightly stroking his soft cheek before climbing onto the bed beside him. She was thoroughly exhausted today and needed a good night’s rest.

Meanwhile, back in the coastal city:

“I advise you not to do anything stupid!”

Mu Yuchen tossed a thick dossier onto the table in front of Mu Yutong, her voice cold and unyielding.

“My personal affairs are none of your concern!”

Mu Yutong responded with an equally frigid tone. Having suffered complete and total heartbreak regarding her older sister’s choices, she naturally wasn’t about to put on a pleasant face for her now.

Mu Yuchen merely knit her brows slightly, gesturing dismissively for her to leave the executive suite.

“Hmph!”

With a harsh scoff, Mu Yutong snatched up the dossier and turned on her heel.

Once she reached her private car, she flipped open the folder and began reviewing the contents carefully. Every single page was filled with detailed intelligence regarding Murong Fanghua.

Some sections were remarkably thorough, while others remained somewhat vague—yet it was more than enough to work with.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, someone tapped gently on her driver’s side window.

Surprised, Mu Yutong turned her head to look—only to see a figure standing outside, clad in a oversized black hoodie with her head bowed low.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

Mu Yutong rolled the window down a fraction of an inch, scrutinizing the mysterious woman.

Hearing her voice, the person slowly raised her head and pulled back her hood, revealing a distinctly familiar, delicate face.

“Du Xiaowen? Why are you here?!”

Mu Yutong stared in sheer disbelief. Hadn’t this woman vanished days ago after losing her position?

“Are you… going to find Ye Feng?” Du Xiaowen ignored her question completely, asking her own in a voice filled with frantic desperation.

“What’s it to you?”

Although Mu Yutong was astonished that Du Xiaowen had somehow deduced her plans, she harbored zero goodwill toward this unhinged woman.

“If you’re going to bring him back… can you please take me with you?!”

“Take you with me? On what ground?”

“I love him!”

“Disgusting!”

Mu Yutong spat in disgust, immediately rolling the window back up.

Du Xiaowen panicked, frantically slamming her palms against the glass. Mu Yutong frowned deeply, yet she didn’t step on the gas just yet…

The next morning, inside the palace stateroom:

“I-It’s early in the morning… isn’t this a bit much?!”

The moment Ye Feng opened his eyes, Murong Fanghua pulled him straight against her chest, smothering his face in an affectionate embrace.

“I saw how soundly you were sleeping last night, so I didn’t disturb you,” she purred softly. “Is it so wrong for me to demand a little compensation this morning?”

“I…”

Ye Feng desperately wanted to blurt out that she was the one who had returned late, but he lacked the courage to say it out loud.

“If we keep going like this… I-I really am going to get pregnant, aren’t I?”

“If you get pregnant, I’ll raise the child. What’s the problem?”

“I…”

“Alright, enough talk~”

With a fluid turn, Murong Fanghua pinned him beneath her on the soft mattress. Ye Feng closed his eyes in quiet resignation. Fine… if I get pregnant, I get pregnant. For all I know, a life is already taking root in my stomach anyway.

After a passionate bout of physical intimacy, Murong Fanghua let out a long, satisfied breath, scooping Ye Feng up in her arms and carrying him straight into the lavish master bathroom.

After a brief wash, she placed his slender body directly into the deep marble bathtub.

Ye Feng had genuinely never experienced a built-in luxury tub like this before. While Mu Yuchen’s estate had one, he had never been given the chance to use it—making this his absolute first time.

The tub was ridiculously large; given his delicate, petite frame, he could practically swim laps inside it. It was a pity he only knew how to do a basic doggy paddle, or he would have shown off his skills.

“Feeling comfortable?”

“Mhm…” Ye Feng nodded softly, his eyes already drifting shut in pure relaxation. How could he not feel comfortable?

“I can make you feel even better, sweetie~”

“Huh?!”

Ye Feng opened his eyes to look for Murong Fanghua, but her figure was nowhere in sight. Right at that second, an odd, intense sensation washed over his body.

Looking down through the clear, warm water, he caught sight of a shadowy outline—her head rising and falling rhythmically against his lap.

Understanding instantly what Murong Fanghua was attempting, Ye Feng panicked and reached down to stop her. They had just finished in bed—if she pushed him again, he was terrified his body wouldn’t survive the exhaustion!

Yet how could Murong Fanghua allow him to resist? With a single hand extended underwater, she easily pinned both of his wrists against the side of the tub.

“Ngh…!”

A quiet gasp escaped Ye Feng’s lips as his entire body turned weak and pliable. Murong Fanghua broke the surface, licking her lips with a teasing smirk as she leaned in close to his flushed face.

Ye Feng’s eyes instantly turned hazy once more.

By the time Ye Feng fully regained his senses, he found himself lying back on the bed once again. Trying to move even a single muscle sent a wave of overwhelming weakness rippling through his limbs.

He let out a bitter, helpless sigh. He truly had no idea when this kind of exhausting life would ever come to an end.

Meanwhile, deep within the throne room:

“Mother, today’s administrative affairs are settled. I’m heading back to rest.”

“Hold on a moment, Fanghua. I have something to discuss with you.”

Murong Qingning called her daughter back, gesturing for all the surrounding attendants and guards to step outside.

Once the doors closed and they were alone, Murong Qingning walked over to her daughter.

“I heard you brought a young man back with you from your trip?”

Though phrased as a question, her tone carried absolute certainty.

“Mother, why are you asking about that?” Murong Fanghua knit her brows, feeling that her mother was acting oddly today.

“The young master of the Hild family came to see me this morning,” Murong Qingning revealed with a heavy sigh. She didn’t want to bring this up either, but the issue pertained to the geopolitical stability of their realm—she couldn’t afford to ignore it.

“That guy? What did he want with you?”

“What else could it be? You made such a massive public scene yesterday—as your official fiancé, how could he not be anxious?”

“Mother, I don’t love him at all!”

“Sigh… I don’t want to force you, my child. But back when our sovereign nation was established, the Hild clan contributed immense resources and military bloodline. Over the years, their lineage has produced countless elite talents who now control significant power across the administration. If we don’t solidify our alliance through marriage, I fear severe internal instability will follow.”

“I understand, Mother. I will handle this matter personally.”

Murong Fanghua nodded curtly, turning to stride out of the hall.

Gazing at her daughter’s departing back, Murong Qingning offered a relieved smile. This daughter of hers had always been her greatest pride—always capable of prioritizing the bigger political picture. She believed this time would be no exception.

Walking down the grand marble corridor of the palace, the bright mood Murong Fanghua had enjoyed this morning had completely vanished.

In truth, ever since the day she first took Ye Feng, this exact political dilemma had been weighing heavily on her mind—yet she had failed to find a clean resolution.

Now, it seemed she needed to meet Guen Hild face-to-face to see if she could break the deadlock from his end.

At that very moment, across the distant ocean at the coastal city international airport, a private jet smoothly lifted off the tarmac and roared into the open sky.

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