Liang Zhichen spoke vaguely about his past in Jiangnan, a story he had never shared with anyone before. Only during the time at the Golden Triangle, before he lost his memory, did he vaguely mention to Dong Huiying what she would do if someone tried to take him away from her. From that moment on, Dong Huiying perceived the Seventh Princess as her rival in love. She blinked. The details were unknown to others, and even his memories were only partially restored. But no matter what, when it came to issues concerning the Seventh Princess, one must not be careless. Finally, she could only pat his shoulder: "Anyway, I want to make my stance clear to you. No matter what lies ahead, what we have to face, I will always stand by your side. But if you dare to disappear without a word like you did back at the Golden Triangle, don’t blame me! If I catch you again, I swear I’ll break your legs!" He looked at her steadily and then said with a chuckle, "My knees are yours. I won’t run, but if you want to beat me, you can do so anytime." He realized that this little woman had been resentful for a long time about what happened at the Golden Triangle, holding a deep grudge. Dong Huiying laughed, this man clearly knows that she could never bear to hit him. But..."Why rush? I won’t do it now, but there will always be someone to do it for me." When she finished her sentence, Liang Zhichen suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Did he suddenly have a bad feeling? Shu Yu walked back slowly under the bright moonlight. His ’relieving himself’ had indeed taken an overly long time. So long that it was only after Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen finished their conversation that he leisurely emerged from the woods beside them. He was holding a bunch of small flowers in his hand, wildflowers that were common along the road; not very pretty, yet he gathered a large bunch. His long hair was loose, and the hairband that was supposed to hold his hair was tied around this bundle of flowers, making them into a bouquet. Hearing Shu Yu’s footsteps, both Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen turned their heads to look at him. Shu Yu had a calm expression as he handed the bouquet to Dong Huiying, saying, "Here." The gesture made the wife feel sweetly surprised. "Weren’t you just going to relieve yourself?" She couldn’t help but smile softly. It was clear he specifically went to pick flowers for her. Noticing his hand was a bit dirty, knowing his concern for cleanliness, she carefully placed the bouquet back on the carriage and took a water pouch back to Shu Yu. "Come, stretch out your hand." Shu Yu raised his eyebrows, but obediently followed her instruction, moving as she commanded. Helping him wash his hands and then taking a clean handkerchief to dry them, she worked with focused tenderness. Shu Yu couldn’t help but smile. Liang Zhichen sat quietly watching from the side. Shu Yu perceived his older brother’s gaze and glanced over at him with a frown. The brothers exchanged a look, and suddenly, Shu Yu leaned against his wife. His tone was pitiful, "Cold?" Dong Huiying quickly supported him. "It must be because the temperature dropped tonight. Come, let’s go back to the carriage and I’ll brew some medicine for you to prevent a cold."