《Reborn in the Cold Palace: The Emperor's lie》


 Qingqiu Courtyard

    Qingqiu Courtyard. Cold Palace.


    Chiying woke up from a nightmare, only to find herself surrounded by flames, which instantly petrified her.


    "What... What''s happening?" She looked around in terror, seeing window frames, doors, curtains��all flammable items��burning fiercely. "Help! Xiaoqiu! Xiaoqiu!"


    She called out for her personal maid but received no response. She struggled to move her limbs and crawled out of bed.


    Her body was still weak from a recent miscarriage, and the past few days'' meals had been meager leftovers. Chiying couldn''t even stand, so she stumbled forward, using tables and chairs for support until she reached the door and tried to open it.


    The burning door remained immovable. Chiying felt a chill run down her spine as she shook the door again, to no avail.


    The door was locked from the outside.


    In the dry winter air, the wooden structures and fabrics in the room quickly fueled the fire. Realizing the futility of trying to escape through the door, Chiying gritted her teeth, grabbed a small stool, and smashed it against the window with all her strength.


    "Crash!" The window shattered, beads of sweat covering Chiying''s smooth forehead as she staggered to the broken window and looked outside. Instantly, her blood ran cold.


    Her personal maid, Xiaoqiu, lay dead on the corridor, her throat sl*t, half of her clothes already ablaze. The flickering flames cast a ghastly light on her lifeless face, making the scene seem like a nightmare.


    How could this be... How could it happen... What is this...


    Chiying covered her mouth with both hands, swayed, and then collapsed to the ground, unable to hold herself up.


    Why did things turn out this way? In just three days, her child was gone, she went from being the Empress to an abandoned concubine, the daughter of a disgraced minister. That man... that man who had treated her with respect and love, promised that despite the evidence of treason against the Changsun family and the Seventh Prince, he would take her back to Yaohua Palace once the storm passed. Even if she couldn''t remain as Empress, she could at least become a Noble Consort, retaining all her former glory. But why...


    "Oh, Your Highness has woken up?" Eunuch Fude''s voice came from outside the broken window.


    Chiying shuddered violently and scrambled to the window. "What''s going on? Who sent you to kill me? Where is the Emperor? I want to see him!"


    Fude folded his hands and smiled. "Your Highness, I''m standing right here; what more do you need to see the Emperor for?"


    Chiying leaned against the windowsill, trembling. "What... What do you mean by that?"


    Fude said, "Your Highness, have you not considered that without the Emperor''s command, even if I had the guts of heaven, I wouldn''t dare to come here to murder and set fires? We thought you''d sleep forever after drinking the medicine, sparing you some pain. Why did you wake up?"


    Chiying''s eyes widened. "The Emperor ordered you to kill me? No... Impossible, impossible! He promised he wouldn''t kill me! Where is the Emperor? I want to hear it from him!"


    Suddenly choking on black smoke, she coughed until tears streamed down her face.


    "Your Highness comes from an official family, how can you not know that the imperial family has no mercy? When the Emperor says he won''t kill you, it''s for the sake of the court officials and the people. Can you really believe it?" Fude sighed regretfully. "Since Your Highness is awake, let me tell you one more thing. The Emperor has long planned to eliminate the Seventh Prince and Minister Changsun. The bowl of bird''s nest porridge you drank two days ago, laced with safflower, was also prepared on the Emperor''s orders."


    Impossible... This can''t be true... He said... He said...


    Chiying shook her head in denial while another voice screamed inside her: "How can it not be true? Didn''t you already suspect it when you saw Xiaoqiu die? He could kill his own father and brothers; you''re just a woman, a pawn to control and use your father. Now that your father is dead, why would he keep you alive?"


    "No, I don''t believe it! I don''t believe it!" Chiying shouted hysterically, struggling to crawl out the window. "I want to see the Emperor! I want to hear it from him!"Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    At that moment, the front beam of the house was burned through, causing part of the roof to collapse and bury her mercilessly.


    Fude showed a grotesque expression in the front yard, shaking his head and sighing.


    "Do you feel remorseful?" A man''s voice came from outside the courtyard, carrying a faint hint of murderous intent.


    Fude hurriedly smiled. "Your Majesty, I dare not. I just think it''s a pity that Her Highness remains stubborn until the end, truly wasting her reputation as a talented woman."


    The man laughed coldly. "A talented woman? Talent in women is useless virtue, Fude."


    "Yes, Your Majesty."


    "The Emperor will return first. You arrange for someone to clean up tomorrow. Lady Changsun Tai''s betrayal has caused great distress to the Empress. Although setting herself on fire is a bit extreme, since she is already dead, there''s no need to pursue it further. Bury her with the honors of an Empress."


    "Yes, Your Majesty."


    So cruel... Truly cruel... Buried under the rubble, Chiying''s flesh was scorched by the flames, yet she felt no pain, for the agony in her heart far surpassed any physical suffering.


    After six years of marriage, sharing the same bed, she was discarded like trash, dying alone in the cold palace. To preserve his image as a benevolent ruler, he would even claim she committed suicide by setting herself on fire!


    "Cui Renyu... How cruel your heart is..." In her final moments, Chiying whispered amidst the collapsing palace, "If there is an afterlife, I swear I will make you... wish you were dead!"


    In the third year of Qisheng, on the twenty-sixth day of the first month, Lady Changsun Chongrong died. Emperor Qisheng, moved by their marital bond, buried her with the honors of an Empress, posthumously naming her "Empress Duan Shu Yi De," interred in the royal mausoleum.


    On a cold winter night, under a sky devoid of stars, the fire in Qingqiu Courtyard ended Changsun Chiying''s life at the tender age of twenty-two, reducing her beauty and talent to ashes.


    If there is an afterlife, I will make you wish you were dead!


    ...


    "C*ck-a-doodle-doo��"


    Amidst the rooster''s crow, Chiying suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath.


    Am I still alive? Where am I... She struggled to focus, seeing embroidered patterns of mandarin ducks playing in water and dragons presenting pearls on the canopy above, unable to determine where she was.


    As she tried to sit up, she felt something heavy on her chest. Reaching out, she found it was a man''s arm.


    Chiying was puzzled��wasn''t she supposed to be dead in the cold palace fire? How did she end up here?


    She lifted the canopy and saw a well-lit room with leftover food and wine on the table. A faint sweet fragrance lingered in the air.


    Touching her abdomen, she felt no discomfort.


    Had her miscarriage, demotion, and the fire in the cold palace been merely a dream? If so, when did it start? Or was she dreaming now? Chiying frowned, pushing the arm away and sitting up.


    Feeling a sticky sensation between her legs, she assumed it was from last night''s activities. Chiying tried to recall when she and Cui Jie had come to such a place but drew a blank. Hastily tying her bodice, she bent down to pick up her scattered clothes.


    Just as her fingers touched her garments, the door burst open, and a group of people rushed in, led by her father, Changsun Tai.


    Changsun Tai entered and immediately saw his daughter''s disheveled appearance, enraged. "Beast! Utterly shameless!"


    Chiying was momentarily stunned by his words and didn''t respond. Her mother, Lady Fan, sobbed into her handkerchief. "My poor child, how could you do this to yourself? How can I live with this disgrace?"


    Chiying was even more confused. "Father, Mother, what are you talking about?"


    "What am I talking about? Do you still dare ask?" Changsun Tai lunged forward and slapped her. "As a lady of noble birth, you actually ran off to a brothel with a man. Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"


    Chiying''s lips quivered, her mind still foggy, but she grasped something vaguely.


    Just then, the man beside her yawned and sat up.


    Chiying turned her head and gasped, nearly falling off the bed.


    How could it be him?!


    Chiying never imagined that the man sleeping next to her was none other than Wu Wang Cui Yi, who supposedly died two years ago in the Battle of Bailonggang!


    Not her husband, Emperor Cui Jie, but his second brother, Cui Yi, a man who should have been dead. What was going on?


    Cui Yi burped, reeking of alcohol, and asked sleepily, "What time is it?"


    Seeing it was him, Changsun Tai fell to his knees. "Your Highness��!"


    Cui Yi frowned, his sharp gaze flashing with predatory light. "What''s the matter, Minister Changsun?"


    Chiying felt as if struck by lightning, countless thoughts racing through her mind.


    Wasn''t he dead? Why was he in bed with her? Was she dead, and this was the afterlife? But her mother and stepmother shouldn''t be dead either, as they were sentenced to serve in the Imperial Music Bureau. Why were they here? And her stepmother mentioned this was a brothel? Why would she be in a brothel? She had never set foot in one!


    Cui Yi rubbed his hair roughly, his bare torso revealing muscular physique. "What''s going on, Minister Changsun?"


    Changsun Tai looked utterly devastated, but knowing better than to defy a prince, he explained, "Your Highness, my daughter... Chiying, did not return home last night. I sent people to search and learned she entered this... Flower Carving Tower. I... never expected Your Highness to be here."


    Cui Yi thought for a moment, then said, "Is this your daughter, Minister Changsun?"


    Changsun Tai wiped his tears. "Yes..."


    Cui Yi relaxed and got out of bed. "Since she is your daughter, I''ll marry her." He quickly dressed, picked up his sword from the screen, and prepared to leave.


    Changsun Tai hurriedly tried to stop him. "Your Highness, but... the Crown Prince''s wedding is imminent. If you propose now, it might..."


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow. "Then I''ll wait until after His Majesty''s wedding."


    "Uh, this..."


    "Minister Changsun, do you doubt my word?"


    Changsun Tai quickly assured him otherwise. Cui Yi grunted impatiently. "It''s settled then. Send someone to discuss the wedding arrangements with my steward later. I need to go to the Western Training Ground for military drills. Excuse me." Without waiting for objections, he left.

 Minister Changsun

    Changsun Tai hastily tried to persuade him. "Your Highness, please reconsider... The Crown Prince''s wedding is near..."


    Cui Yi shrugged indifferently. "Then I''ll wait until after His Majesty''s wedding."


    "Uh, this..."


    "Minister Changsun, do you not trust me?"


    Changsun Tai hurriedly reassured him. Cui Yi sighed impatiently. "It''s settled. Discuss the wedding details with my steward later. I need to go to the West Drill Field for training. Goodbye." With confidence that no one would dare stop him, he walked out confidently.


    The Crown Prince''s wedding is near... Chiying sat on the bed, completely dazed.


    Was it now six years ago, the thirty-ninth year of Jianyuan, before the selection of the Crown Princess? Had she been living in a dream for six years?


    Or...


    "Wretch!" Her arm was suddenly yanked, and Chiying cried out, nearly falling off the bed. Changsun Tai''s mustache trembled with rage. "How could I have given birth to such a worthless daughter? All those teachings of Confucian classics wasted on you! Disrespectful, shameless! I should beat you to death!"


    Lady Fan knelt and sobbed, clutching her husband''s leg. "Please, don''t hit her! Don''t hit her! It''s my fault, I failed to teach her properly. Hit me instead!"


    Changsun Tai was livid. "Crying solves nothing. The Crown Prince''s wedding is coming, and all eligible daughters of officials and nobles must enter the palace for selection. As the Crown Prince''s tutor, my daughter loses her virginity in a brothel with a prince! If this gets out, I''ll lose all face!"


    Lady Fan clung to her husband''s leg, sobbing. "Don''t hit Ying''er, don''t hit her, blame me instead! It''s all my fault, I failed to guide her, I ruined our poor child!"


    Concubine Guo, watching from outside, sneered. "Master, go easy on her. After all, we only have one eligible daughter. If you kill her, how will we explain it to the Emperor? Such a scandal will ruin us all!"


    Changsun Tai turned and roared at her. "Shut up! How can we send a defiled daughter to be the Crown Princess? The palace matrons will surely notice. Once discovered, we''re all dead! Better to kill this disgrace now than die in disgrace!"


    "Father," Chiying quickly intervened, shielding her mother from the impending blow. "We shouldn''t cause a scene here. Let''s go home and discuss this calmly. Perhaps there''s still a way out. If not, you can punish me then."


    Changsun Tai calmed down slightly. "You''re right, family scandals shouldn''t be aired publicly. Get dressed and come home with me!"


    He left with Concubine Guo and several servants.


    Once the door closed, Chiying''s heart finally eased. She touched her forehead and exhaled deeply.


    Lady Fan helped her dress, sobbing. "My dear, why did you do this? This is your entire future!"


    Seeing her mother''s red eyes and remembering how she hadn''t even bid farewell in her dream, Chiying felt a lump in her throat. She threw herself into her mother''s arms. "Mother!"


    Lady Fan stroked her back, crying softly. "My poor Ying''er, what am I to do with you?"


    Holding her mother tightly, Chiying cried. "Mother, I know I was wrong. I''m sorry."


    Lady Fan wiped her tears. "Silly girl, it''s my fault. I should have guided you earlier. I failed you, I''m so sorry."


    They hugged and cried for a while until Changsun Tai angrily urged them to hurry.


    Lady Fan quickly wiped her tears and comforted her. "Dear, don''t argue with your father when we get home. He loves you, though sometimes he seems stubborn. We''ll protect you, no matter what."


    "I understand, Mother. I know," Chiying dressed quickly, wiping her tears and forcing a smile. "There might still be a way out. I promise I''ll find a solution."


    Lady Fan hesitated. "Child, what solution can there be now? If it were someone else, we could pay them off and send you away, claiming you died of illness. But it''s Prince Wu... Sigh..."


    Chiying squeezed her mother''s wrist reassuringly. "Mother, don''t worry. I''ll find a way. I''ll protect you and Father, even if it costs my life."


    Lady Fan wept more at her words. Changsun Tai urged them again, and Chiying finished dressing.


    Six years seemed like a dream, fleeting and insubstantial. The reflection in the mirror showed the beautiful, gentle Lady Changsun, but the swollen mark on her cheek reminded her that she could no longer afford to be naive.


    Fude''s words echoed in her mind: "The imperial family has no mercy." How could she have believed Cui Jie''s love was genuine? How could she seek true love from an emperor?


    Now that this was reality, she vowed to live differently, never repeating the mistakes of her dream.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Back at the Changsun residence, Chiying bathed and changed clothes, then joined her parents at Jing Song Hall, where the ancestral tablets and family laws were kept.


    Changsun Tai stood sternly with a thick bamboo cane, while Concubine Guo wore a smug smile.


    Chiying frowned, feeling a deep disgust toward Concubine Guo''s every gesture, sensing a hidden agenda behind her actions. Could it be that she had orchestrated this to sabotage her chance of becoming the Crown Princess?


    Guo''s background was questionable, and she was known for her cunning. With a son close in age to Chiying, she would do anything to prevent Chiying from becoming the Crown Princess.


    If Chiying failed to be selected, it would be fine. But if she succeeded, Guo and her son would have little hope of advancement. To ensure this didn''t happen, Guo might have plotted to ruin Chiying''s reputation.


    During the selection period, failure to present an eligible daughter would result in execution for the patriarch. If Changsun Tai died, most of the family''s wealth would go to Guo''s son, leaving Chiying and her mother with almost nothing.


    Chiying pondered this, looking at Guo and her thirteen-year-old sister, Changsun Lingfang, forming a plan.


    "Kneel!" Changsun Tai barked.


    Chiying knelt calmly, bowed thrice to the ancestral tablets, and then looked up defiantly. "Father, before you punish me, I have something to say."


    Changsun Tai''s face darkened. "What more do you have to say?"


    "Today''s incident, although not my wish...


    It was already past the hour of Chen when she had just finished washing and dressing, sitting down to have breakfast. Cui Yi returned from court, glanced at her, and went inside to change into casual clothes.


    "His Majesty and the Empress wish to see you. Change into a more vibrant dress later," Cui Yi said as he let the maidservant help him change.


    Holding Ying stirred the osmanthus porridge in her bowl and said, "I am merely a concubine. Wouldn��t wearing something too flashy appear frivolous?"


    Cui Yi frowned and gave her an unhappy look. "What do you mean by concubine? This prince only has you as his princess consort. Don''t keep mentioning the word ''concubine'' all day."


    Holding Ying smiled. "A concubine is far inferior to a wife. I know my place. Your Highness will eventually marry a daughter of a noble family as your principal wife. At that time, I''ll be slightly higher than a maid in the mansion. It''s better to accept my position now to avoid disappointment later."


    Cui Yi remained expressionless. "If the daughter of Grand Tutor Changsun isn��t considered a lady of a noble family, then there are no such ladies in Zizhang City."


    Though it sounded agreeable, Holding Ying still smiled. "That��s different. I am just a scarred girl. In the future, His Majesty will surely choose a virtuous and beautiful lady from among the daughters of various noble families for Your Highness."


    Cui Yi finally became angry. "Must you discuss marriage on the second day after our wedding?"


    Holding Ying stopped smiling and said seriously, "I��m also thinking about Your Highness."


    Cui Yi said coldly, "Oh, Your Highness is truly considerate."


    For some reason, hearing his sarcastic words made Holding Ying feel cruel, as if she had done something hurtful. A lump formed in her chest, and she couldn''t finish her porridge.


    Wasn��t she indeed doing this for his sake? An orphaned prince with no maternal relatives in the capital could only seek support from his wife''s family. Almost every prince married the daughter of a high-ranking official in court. Cui Yi would naturally not be an exception. Without a powerful father-in-law to speak for him before the emperor, he would be doomed to fight battles his whole life and die wrapped in horsehide.


    But this father-in-law would never be Grand Tutor Changsun Taifu.


    Cui Yi changed into casual clothes, straightened his sleeves, saw her sitting at the table in a daze, and frowned again. "Why are you still sitting there? Rinse your mouth and get ready to go."


    Holding Ying hurriedly put down her spoon. "I... I��ll go change!"


    "No need to change," Cui Yi strode toward the door. "After all, you''re just a concubine." He left without looking back.


    The maidservants looked at each other, unsure what to do. Xiaoqiu handed over a cup of water and said awkwardly, "Lady, this..."


    Holding Ying took a deep breath, accepted the cup, rinsed her mouth, wiped her lips, and said, "Then don��t change. Xiaoqiu, follow me; don��t keep His Highness waiting."


    Outside the palace gates, the carriage was already prepared. The coachman brought a step stool. Holding Ying lifted her skirt and climbed into the carriage. Seeing Cui Yi sitting expressionlessly in the depths of the carriage, she tactfully found a small spot near the door to sit.


    "Are you so afraid of me that you sit so far away?" Cui Yi asked unhappily.


    Holding Ying smiled and pulled the curtain shut to prevent outsiders from seeing inside. "Your Highness seems upset. I won��t add to your troubles."


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes and said darkly, "Indeed, the daughter of Grand Tutor Changsun is eloquent."


    Holding Ying smiled again. "Your Highness flatters me."


    The carriage rumbled forward, and silence fell inside.


    Cui Yi leaned against the carriage wall, arms crossed. "You��re harboring resentment."


    Holding Ying was puzzled. "What do you mean by that, Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi continued, "In your heart, you didn��t want to marry me but had no choice. So you��re sulking with me. Last night, you used a jade scepter to hit my head while I was drunk. Today, you deliberately opposed me, refused to change clothes, and urged me to take another wife..."


    Before he finished, Holding Ying couldn��t help laughing. "Is Your Highness complaining to me?"


    Cui Yi��s face darkened, about to explode in anger. Holding Ying quickly resumed seriousness. "Your Highness misunderstands. I��m not sulking. Serving Your Highness is my fortune. How could I intentionally oppose you?"


    Cui Yi snorted. "That wasn��t what you said at the Carved Flower Tower that night."


    Holding Ying was taken aback. "What did I say?"


    Cui Yi turned his head away indifferently. "We��ve arrived. Get out."


    The carriage stopped outside Yao Hua Palace. Cui Yi got out first, then extended his hand to help her down. After landing, Holding Ying tried to withdraw her hand, but Cui Yi held on tightly, nearly making her cry out in pain.


    What childish tantrum is this? Holding Ying found it amusing and allowed him to lead her through the crowd of palace maids and eunuchs, showing affection publicly.


    Yao Hua Palace was the foremost among the six palaces, the residence of the empress. Holding Ying had spent a brief yet pleasant time here, naively believing that Cui Jie would love her forever as promised on their wedding night. Even though she hadn��t borne any children for the royal family in six years, she believed that as long as Cui Jie loved her, the throne of the empress would always belong to her.


    Unfortunately, Cui Jie neither loved her nor spared her life.


    Staring at the golden plaque of Yao Hua Palace, Holding Ying momentarily lost focus. But she was sharply pulled back by Cui Yi, who scowled and whispered, "What are you dazing about? Hurry up."


    He half-led, half-dragged her inside.

 Inside Yao Hua Palace

    Inside Yao Hua Palace, both the emperor and empress were present. After Empress Xiaoling died, Rong Shi, the original Concubine Jing, rose to become the empress along with Cui Jie��s ascension to the crown prince.


    Empress Rong treated Second Prince Cui Yi neutrally, neither excluding nor favoring him, accepting his respectful greetings like any other prince.


    Cui Yi released Holding Ying��s hand and stepped forward to kneel. "Son pays homage to Father Emperor, Mother Empress, Consort Duan."


    Holding Ying followed suit. "Slave Holding Ying greets the Emperor, Empress, and Consort Duan."


    Cui Yi frowned and glanced sideways��what nonsense are you spouting?


    Holding Ying glanced back��what��s wrong? I am a concubine, practically a maid.


    Cui Yi angrily turned away, unwilling to deal with her anymore.


    Emperor Jianyuan seemed pleased, waving his hand. "Rise. With Crown Prince marrying the Crown Princess and Ying Rong having someone to take care of him, one more worry of mine is resolved. Good, very good!"


    Empress nodded with a smile. "Grand Tutor Changsun is erudite and virtuous. His daughter is indeed gentle and graceful, well-read and mannerly, quite likable."


    Holding Ying bowed slightly. "Thank you, Empress, for your praise."


    Emperor Jianyuan beckoned. "Come closer, Holding Ying. Let us take a closer look."


    Holding Ying approached. Empress took her hand, examined her carefully, and nodded approvingly. "Such looks and demeanor are top-notch, elegant yet dignified, not inferior to the Crown Princess. Are you comfortable in the palace?"


    "Replying to Her Majesty, since I belong to His Highness, wherever he is, is home to me. How could I not be comfortable in my own home?"


    This answer was taught by the Crown Prince��s personal nursemaid after being chosen as the Crown Princess. Hearing the same response from Holding Ying, Empress admired her but also felt a bit melancholic. Why did her son end up with a less composed wife despite marrying a legitimate daughter?


    Fortunately, Changsun Lingfang was pure, somewhat redeeming the situation in Empress��s mind.


    Emperor Jianyuan smiled warmly. "Empress Xiaoling passed away early. Ying Rong grew up lonely and developed a temper. If he ever mistreats you, bear with him and don��t argue. Can you do that?"


    Holding Ying turned to bow. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. His Highness treats me well. I will serve him wholeheartedly."


    Her composed demeanor and proper speech earned approval from both the emperor and empress. After some idle chat, it was almost lunchtime. Empress wanted to invite them to stay for lunch, but Emperor Jianyuan suggested they dine with Consort Duan instead, so Holding Ying wouldn��t feel uncomfortable. Consort Duan agreed.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Consort Duan Ye was Empress Xiaoling��s cousin. She cared for Cui Yi like her own son after his mother died. When Consort Duan passed away, Cui Yi knelt in Suo Ya Palace for three days and nights, carried out unconscious.


    At Yao Hua Palace, Consort Duan remained silent, merely paying homage. Outside, she took Cui Yi��s hand and sighed happily. "Stubborn as you were, you finally agreed to marry. Your aunt can rest in peace now."


    Cui Yi kept his face blank, but Holding Ying sensed something odd. Chu men traditionally married by twenty, blaming parents for negligence otherwise. Though Crown Prince Cui Jie delayed choosing a Crown Princess, he had concubines since sixteen. Given his special status, the emperor and empress sought caution. But Cui Yi, over twenty-four, had no concubine. Was it really due to Empress��s interference, or was it his own reluctance?


    Consort Duan then took Holding Ying��s hand, placing it atop Cui Yi��s. "Yi��er is stubborn. Sometimes he doesn��t listen even to me. Take care of him, alright?"


    Holding Ying stifled a laugh, observing Cui Yi��s face turning purple. "Yes, I understand. Please rest assured, Your Highness."


    As they prepared to board the carriage, a cheerful voice called out, "Greetings, Consort Duan."


    Cui Yi��s brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with cold light before masking it with indifference. Turning around, he faced the approaching figure.


    Holding Ying had seen Wu Wang several times as Crown Princess, always expressionless, revealing no emotions. She hadn��t known about the deep-seated enmity between him and Crown Prince until last night.


    Crown Prince Cui Jie approached with a retinue of attendants, exuding grace and elegance. Handsome and radiant, he appeared confident and charismatic.


    Once infatuated with him, Holding Ying now found his charming smile terrifying, recalling the ruthless fire incident. Clenching her fists in her sleeves, she trembled with suppressed rage.


    Suddenly, her hand was enveloped in warmth. Cui Yi silently held her hand, gently prying open her clenched fingers.


    The calloused, warm hand reassured her. Unlike earlier, she felt a comforting strength. He silently conveyed reassurance��don��t be afraid, I��m here.


    Cui Jie reached them, noticing their intertwined hands, his smile widening mockingly. He glanced at his trailing Crown Princess.


    Changsun Lingfang wore a bright red gown adorned with gold hairpins, dazzlingly beautiful. However, her expression stiffened upon seeing Holding Ying, barely managing a greeting after repeated reminders. "Greetings, Consort Duan!"


    Holding Ying curtsied. "Greetings, Crown Prince, Crown Princess."


    The contrast was stark.


    Cui Jie smiled politely. "Consort Duan must have just paid homage to Mother Empress. I won��t delay you further. Please."


    Consort Duan returned the courtesy. With Cui Yi and Holding Ying��s assistance, she boarded the carriage.


    Cui Jie scrutinized Holding Ying thoughtfully. Before he could decide what to say, Cui Yi spoke coldly. "Your Highness, please."


    Cui Jie smiled. "Holding Ying is indeed beautiful. Brother Yi, you��re fortunate."


    Cui Yi replied expressionlessly. "Your Highness flatters me."


    Finding no further response, Cui Jie led the Crown Princess into Yao Hua Palace. Glancing meaningfully at Holding Ying behind Cui Yi, he left. Holding Ying pretended not to notice, focusing inward.


    Back at Suo Ya Palace for lunch, they returned to the Wu Wang Fu via carriage.


    Cui Yi sat with his hands on his knees, asking indifferently. "Did you see him? What do you think?"


    Holding Ying was confused. "What?"


    "The Crown Prince," Cui Yi tapped his knee. "Didn��t you always clamor to marry him, throwing wine in my face?"


    Realizing he referred to the incident at the Carved Flower Tower, Holding Ying grimaced with shame. How foolish she was! But words once spoken couldn��t be taken back. She laughed it off. "Ah... Yes? I... I must have been drunk. Drunken people often talk nonsense, which shouldn��t be taken seriously."


    Cui Yi eyed her skeptically. "Really?"


    Holding Ying nodded vigorously. To avoid suspicion, she elaborated. "The Crown Prince is cunning and deceitful, hiding malice behind smiles. How could he compare to Your Highness��s straightforwardness and heroism? I must have been drunk to say such foolish things."


    Piling on compliments, she hoped to appease him. Cui Yi grunted noncommittally, remaining inscrutable.


    Feeling anxious throughout the ride, she returned to the palace. Cui Yi helped her down, saying, "Since you weren��t forced, obey in the future. Do what you should. This prince won��t disappoint you."


    Holding Ying pondered. As a Crown Princess, her duties included managing concubines and ensuring royal offspring. Now, as a concubine with no other women or mother-in-law to please, she wondered about her role.


    She asked cautiously, "May I ask, Your Highness, what should I do?"


    Cui Yi��s forehead twitched. "Do I need to teach you?"


    Holding Ying feigned innocence. "This... I��ve never been married before. I lack experience..."


    Cui Yi opened his mouth, realizing he didn��t know either. Frustrated, he waved dismissively. "Do whatever you want! I need to train troops. Bring my armor!" Maidservants hurried to comply.


    Holding Ying stuck out her tongue. Clearly, she needed to figure out her path herself.

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    For half a month, communication between the newlyweds was minimal. Besides eating lunch together after court and returning to bathe and sleep at night, they barely interacted.


    Xiaoqiu fretted daily about her mistress losing favor. Every morning, seeing the untouched bed and neat clothes, she worried endlessly. Holding Ying calmly ate breakfast while Xiaoqiu wrung her hands anxiously.


    One morning, after Cui Yi left, Xiaoqiu continued wringing her hands, hesitating. Finally, Holding Ying couldn��t take it anymore. "Xiaoqiu, are you going to let me eat? Why are you so restless every morning? Just say what��s on your mind!"


    "Miss, how can you be so indifferent?" Xiaoqiu blurted out, tugging her sleeve. "You��ve been married for half a month. Why aren��t you two... intimate?"


    Holding Ying nearly spat out her porridge. "Intimate? What do you mean? You��re thinking too much, girl!"


    Xiaoqiu blushed deeply, shaking her sleeve. "I��m worried for you. Women age quickly. You need to capture a man��s heart while young and beautiful. Having children strengthens the bond. How can you not try to secure your future?"


    Holding Ying chuckled. "You��re thinking too far ahead. I��m only fifteen. Aging isn��t immediate. Besides, even if I have children, how does it benefit him? When he marries a principal wife, I��ll worry about protecting my children. That��s trouble."


    Xiaoqiu stared incredulously. "Miss, you need to think of yourself. Children are for you, not him."


    "Not entirely," Holding Ying explained. "My family produced a Crown Princess and now a princess consort. My father supports both sides. If I��m not careful, we could lose everything. My priority isn��t winning favor but ensuring my father��s safety. Understand?"


    Xiaoqiu looked even more confused. "No, I don��t understand. But Miss��"


    "Don��t worry. I have my plans," Holding Ying patted her shoulder. "Think clearly."


    Xiaoqiu shook her head, utterly baffled. "I don��t understand, but Miss��"


    "Forget it. Just trust me," Holding Ying pleaded. "I know what I��m doing."


    An inch, you don��t need to worry for me." Holding Prosperity picked up her chopsticks again to eat breakfast and stopped indulging in Xiaoqiu''s obsession with the issue of having children early.


    To ensure that her father, General Chang Sun Tai, could straddle two boats without falling into the water, the most crucial point was to keep both boats steady. From the current situation, the boat of the Crown Prince sailed smoothly, cutting through waves effortlessly, while the boat of Cui Yi swayed precariously, at risk of capsizing with any wave. Therefore, what she needed to do now was not to have children quickly for old age security but to help Cui Yi establish his own power base so that the Crown Prince wouldn''t dare to make any rash moves. Otherwise, if Cui Yi''s boat was sunk by the Crown Prince, no matter how many children she had, they would all end up sinking with it.


    Although Cui Jie was a genuine double-dealer, he did an excellent job of winning people''s hearts. He respected everyone who worked for him, whether they were brilliant strategists, martial arts experts, or streetwise rogues. His respect and generosity made those who served him willing to give their utmost loyalty and intelligence, ultimately even playing his father, Emperor Jian Yuan, out of the game and securing the throne ahead of time.


    As the saying goes, "A fence needs three stakes," Cui Jie''s success was inseparable from the strong support of his capable and righteous subordinates. In contrast, aside from Cao Qian, Cui Yi didn''t have many reliable pillars, and as a prince who looked down on scholars, he didn''t even have a mouthpiece in court. How could she not be worried?


    After breakfast, Holding Prosperity decided to go out for a walk to clear her mind and carefully consider how to help Cui Yi recruit talents.


    Putting up recruitment posters openly was absolutely out of the question, as it would be tantamount to declaring rebellion against the emperor and the Crown Prince. So should she secretly recruit? Not to mention, she couldn''t even get close to those who would play a pivotal role in the coming years, let alone recruit them.


    Xiaoqiu followed her around, looking here and there, praising this hairpin and that piece of silk, focusing entirely on helping her "rekindle the prince''s love." Holding Prosperity found it hard to appreciate such efforts and could only occasionally respond perfunctorily, her mind far from these matters of clothing and adornment.


    Passing Jingtai Street, Holding Prosperity saw several servants roughly pushing a man dressed as a scholar out of a mansion. The man tumbled down the steps.


    "Get lost! Our master doesn''t want to deal with someone like you!" one servant spat rudely, turning back to continue guarding the door.


    The man dressed as a scholar crawled a few steps on the ground, staggered to his feet, his robe covered in dirt and dust. He adjusted his tilted headscarf, reached into his chest, pulled out an envelope, turned it over and over, sighed, crumpled it up, threw it to the ground, brushed off the dirt, and walked away.


    Holding Prosperity frowned, feeling vaguely familiar with the man but unsure. She instructed Xiaoqiu, "Go pick up that crumpled paper and bring it to me."


    Xiaoqiu complied, retrieving the crumpled envelope. Holding Prosperity flattened it and saw it was addressed to "Attendant Ma Pingchuan." Opening it, she found several sheets filled with text.


    It appeared to be a self-recommendation letter. Holding Prosperity skimmed through the contents; it was well-written but somewhat stiff, indicating the writer wasn''t used to composing such flowery praises.


    Flipping through the four or five sheets, she saw the signature and exclaimed, "Oh no!"The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Xiaoqiu immediately became nervous. "What''s wrong? Did he write something treasonous?"


    Holding Prosperity felt like crying. "No... we missed him! This is bad. I don''t know if we can still catch up." She shoved the papers and envelope into Xiaoqiu''s hands and ran after the man.


    Xiaoqiu took the papers and glanced at the name��Baili Zan from Jiaocheng. "Who''s that?" Xiaoqiu didn''t recognize the name, but seeing Holding Prosperity running off, she hurriedly followed. "Madam, wait for me!"


    Baili Zan was a legend to Holding Prosperity. At fifteen, he passed the provincial exam and was expected to become the top scholar in three years. However, he failed to pass the imperial exams for twelve years, eventually giving up and coming to the capital with dreams. Through some coincidence, he became the sole strategist under Prince Wu, Cui Yi, whose survival during multiple attempts by Cui Jie was attributed to Baili Zan''s ingenious strategies. Unfortunately, he died of illness after Cui Yi was exiled to Gan Prefecture. Had he lived, the outcome of the Battle of Bai Longgang might have been different.


    Such a crucial figure��how could Holding Prosperity let him slip away?


    Baili Zan walked dejectedly through the bustling crowd, his repeated rejections making him look just like any other frustrated scholar.


    Holding Prosperity stealthily followed him, observing from a distance. Xiaoqiu caught up, calling out loudly, which led to Holding Prosperity covering her mouth and hiding behind a wall. "Stop yelling! Do you want to be discovered?"


    Xiaoqiu wondered, "But weren''t you chasing him?"


    Holding Prosperity rolled her eyes. "If I just run up and invite him home, won''t that seem strange? We need the right opportunity. If you yell like that, others will think we''re suspicious."


    Xiaoqiu was puzzled. "Invite him home? But didn''t General Cao say Prince Wu dislikes scholars? What if he gets upset? Maybe we shouldn''t."


    Holding Prosperity stood straight. "Whether the prince is happy isn''t my guiding principle. As long as it''s for his good, I''ll do it regardless. Let''s hurry before we lose him."


    Unable to dissuade her mistress, Xiaoqiu followed reluctantly. She couldn''t understand why Holding Prosperity was so interested in this seemingly ordinary scholar.


    Neither could Cui Yi understand.


    After court, Cui Yi decided to stroll through the streets instead of riding home immediately, intending to buy a gift for his "beloved concubine." To his surprise, he saw "his beloved concubine" and her maid sneaking around, following someone. Following their line of sight, he soon spotted the dispirited Baili Zan. Could they know each other? Impossible, given the strict upbringing of Chang Sun Tai''s daughter. And if they knew each other, why follow him secretly? No, they must not know each other. But why follow him then?


    Curious, Cui Yi sent his page home and trailed behind Holding Prosperity and Xiaoqiu, wanting to see what this newly married concubine was up to.


    Baili Zan entered a teahouse and greeted another shabbily dressed scholar. They sat down to drink tea.


    Holding Prosperity and Xiaoqiu entered too, sitting at an empty table nearby, trying to eavesdrop. Cui Yi couldn''t enter, so he pretended to buy buns outside.


    "You..." the younger scholar looked much younger than Baili Zan, noticing his disheveled appearance.


    Baili Zan sighed. "Don''t ask. Got kicked out."


    The waiter brought tea, and Baili Zan paid, sighing as he weighed his nearly empty money bag. "Looks like my road ends here."


    The young scholar encouraged, "Don''t lose hope. Try elsewhere. Minister Cheng Hu likes poetry. Why not visit him tomorrow?"


    Holding Prosperity paused mid-reach for her teacup. "Cheng Hu?"


    Outside, the bun vendor asked, "Sir, buns or steamed buns?"


    Cui Yi kept glancing inside, distractedly answering, "Both."


    Baili Zan shook his head. "I''m not good at poetry. It''s better to return home and teach kids."


    The young scholar urged, "There''s always a way. Don''t give up. You''ve always wanted to serve the country. Giving up halfway will lead to regret."


    At the next table, Xiaoqiu whispered, "Madam?"


    Holding Prosperity pondered aloud, "Cheng Hu... If I remember correctly, Cheng Hu has a daughter named Cheng Fengyi."


    The vendor packed the buns. "Sir, what flavors?"


    Cui Yi absentmindedly answered, "Both."


    Baili Zan smiled bitterly. "I can''t write fancy poems, hence failing the exams. I thought self-recommendation in the capital would work, but now I realize it was naive."


    The vendor handed over the bags. "Here you go, sir."


    Cui Yi was startled by the volume. "Too many!" He tried to return the steamed buns, but the vendor protested, "You said both! Can''t take it back now!"


    The vendor''s shouting drew a crowd, surrounding Cui Yi. He struggled to move amidst the throng. Holding Prosperity pushed through, asking people to move aside.


    "What''s happening?"


    "Why are you asking?" Cui Yi retorted angrily.


    Holding Prosperity quickly paid the vendor, apologizing profusely. "Misunderstanding, sorry!"


    Cui Yi, still furious, was dragged away by Holding Prosperity. Seeing Baili Zan and his friend watching, he shot them a glare.


    Baili Zan was bewildered. Who was this angry man?


    Seeing Baili Zan, Holding Prosperity sighed. Her careful planning was ruined by the hot-headed prince, leaving a bad first impression. Recruiting Baili Zan would be tough now.


    Pushed back to the palace, Cui Yi finally exploded. "Enough!"


    Holding Prosperity smiled. "Why didn''t you go home or to the barracks but bully a bun vendor?"


    Cui Yi fumed. "Ask yourself! That guy you followed. Who is he?"


    Holding Prosperity feigned ignorance. "Which guy?"


    Cui Yi snapped. "Don''t play dumb! The scholar in the teahouse. Why were you following him?"


    Holding Prosperity smiled. "How do you know I was following him?"


    Cui Yi realized he''d revealed he''d been following them. Embarrassed, he switched topics. "Tell me about him!"


    Holding Prosperity relented. "What do you think of him?"


    Cui Yi grumbled. "Who is he?"


    "He''s useful," Holding Prosperity said, leading him inside. "Let''s talk inside."


    Back in the room, lunch was still some time away. Holding Prosperity distributed the buns among the servants and brought tea for Cui Yi. "Though not good at literature, Baili Zan is a brilliant strategist. Wouldn''t you want to talk to him?"


    Cui Yi sipped his tea, calming slightly but still gruff. "I hate those pretentious scholars. What''s there to talk about?"


    Holding Prosperity raised an eyebrow. "My father often mentioned him as loyal and honest, planning to recommend him to the Crown Prince."


    Cui Yi frowned. "Is he with the Crown Prince?"


    "Not yet, but if you''re not interested, he might join him soon," Holding Prosperity baited.


    Cui Yi considered, then ordered, "Bring him here."


    Holding Prosperity acted surprised. "But you said you weren''t interested."


    Cui Yi slammed the table. "Doesn''t the Wu Palace afford to feed a chicken?"


    Relieved, Holding Prosperity knew he wouldn''t change his mind easily now. "I''ll send someone to invite him."


    She planned to arrange a meeting after lunch, but urgent business called Cui Yi away, and a royal messenger summoned her. Busy, she forgot about Baili Zan for three days until she encountered him again.


    Baili Zan was feeding a stray cat soup-soaked rice on the corridor steps.


    The cat ate fish pieces from his bowl, purring contentedly. Under the warm afternoon sun, the scene was peaceful.


    Holding Prosperity was shocked. "Mr. Baili!"


    Baili Zan recognized her as the "lady" mentioned by the servants and bowed. "Thank you, Lady, for taking me in."


    "Don''t mention it," Holding Prosperity felt guilty. "Have you been eating this?"


    Baili Zan reassured her. "It''s fine. I haven''t had much appetite lately."


    His humility made her feel worse. "Please tell me if anything troubles you."


    Baili Zan was deeply moved. "Your kindness is overwhelming. I will dedicate myself to repay your grace."


    Holding Prosperity helped him up. "Just stay and advise the prince."


    "How about me?" Cui Yi''s icy voice interrupted from the doorway.


    Baili Zan recalled the bun incident and felt awkward.


    Cui Yi glared. "What about me?"


    "Nothing," Holding Prosperity softened her words. "The prince dislikes roundabout talk. Be straightforward."


    Cui Yi snorted. "Busy now. Eat first."


    Holding Prosperity apologized quietly. "We''ll talk later."


    Baili Zan nodded understandingly. "Whenever the prince is free."


    Cui Yi''s jealousy was palpable.


    Without needing to hear it from Heng, just by observing Cui Yi''s attitude, one could understand that all the talk about how the prince would rely on him in the future was just lip service. In Cui Yi��s eyes, he wasn��t even worth a strand of hair. The one who truly appreciated him was Heng.


    Though he couldn''t figure out how this martial prince''s concubine knew about him or recognized his talents, he believed in loyalty towards those who understood him. Despite Cui Yi''s disdainful attitude, Baili Zan decided to thicken his skin and stay to observe the situation before making any decisions. If Cui Yi truly couldn''t tolerate him, he could leave at any time. But even if he left, he would still look for an opportunity to repay the favor bestowed upon him by the princess.


    During lunch that day, Cui Yi ate absentmindedly, with his brows furrowed tightly. Seeing this, Heng asked, "Your Highness has something on your mind?"


    Cui Yi was taken aback, then put on a stern face as he looked aside, "No." Heng didn''t believe him and wanted to ask further, but Cui Yi waved his chopsticks, "It''s none of your business, eat."


    Since he didn''t want to speak, Heng assumed it had something to do with the military camp. Unable to help, she didn''t press further.


    After lunch, Consort Duan sent someone to invite her again. Upon entering the palace and sitting down for a brief chat, the Empress also arrived. After much hesitation between the two women, Heng quickly sensed their intentions and asked, "His Majesty wishes to arrange a marriage for His Highness?"


    Consort Duan felt apologetic and found it extremely difficult to say, "Ah..."

 A marital alliance

    The Empress smiled and said, "His Majesty has always intended to arrange a marriage for Yingrong, but His Highness always finds excuses to avoid it. This morning during court, father and son argued over this matter, displeasing His Majesty. My sister and I thought that perhaps if you spoke to him, he might listen."


    Oh, so the mother-in-law''s test has begun. Heng maintained her composure but sneered inwardly. If she showed reluctance now, she would be seen as jealous, violating the virtues of a wife. However, if she appeared magnanimous, she might be suspected of not caring about Cui Yi. Moreover, having just taken in Baili Zan into the residence, if the Empress found any evidence, it could lead to accusations of infidelity, forcing Cui Yi to expel her. Then, the Changsun family would align with the Crown Prince once again.


    "Your Majesties, I understand what you mean," Heng replied calmly. "With my imperfect body, I am grateful for His Highness''s affection, allowing me to serve by his side. I am immensely thankful. If His Majesty arranges a marriage for His Highness, it is a good thing, and I dare not have any objections. However..."


    The Empress adopted a gentle tone, "However, what? If you have any difficulties, feel free to speak up."


    Heng stood up and bowed respectfully, "However, after a woman marries, her husband is her sky. I dare not contradict His Highness''s will, nor can I promise anything to Your Majesties. If His Highness wishes to marry, I will serve the Princess faithfully. If he doesn''t, there is nothing I can do."


    The Empress elegantly waved her hand, "How can there be nothing you can do? I can see that Yingrong likes you very much. He will surely listen to you. As women, our duty is to bear children for the royal family. If His Highness refuses to marry, how can you, as his concubine, remain indifferent?"


    Heng responded respectfully, "I dare not, Your Majesty. If you wish me to persuade His Highness, I will do so. However, managing the household and raising children are duties of the principal wife. As a concubine, I cannot overstep. If I can persuade him, that''s fine. If not, please do not blame me, Your Majesty."


    The Empress pursed her lips, unsatisfied with the outcome but helpless, nodding, "Do your best. It is natural for men to marry and women to wed. If His Highness insists on not marrying, angering His Majesty, both my sister and I will be in trouble."


    Heng admired the Empress''s shrewdness once more. Throughout the conversation, Consort Duan hadn''t spoken a word and was ultimately trapped by her words. Although Heng could disregard the Empress, she couldn''t let Consort Duan be punished by Emperor Jianyuan for this matter. Regardless of her willingness, she had to convince Cui Yi.


    "I will do my best to persuade His Highness."


    That night, when Cui Yi returned home past the hour of Hai, his expression was even worse than at noon. This surprised Heng, as he usually returned from the military camp in a relatively good mood. Could it be that Emperor Jianyuan''s matchmakers had already reached the camp?


    Heng was hesitant about whether to bring up the marriage issue now when a soldier came to report. Cui Yi, already undressed and ready for bed, immediately rushed out upon hearing the news. Surprised, Heng followed.


    Cui Yi asked, "What happened?"


    The soldier knelt on one knee, "Sir, the doctor has examined him and said it''s just a cold. After taking medicine and resting for a few days, he should recover."


    Cui Yi''s grim expression slightly eased, waving him off.


    "What happened? Who is sick?" Heng asked.


    Cui Yi turned back to the room, still frowning deeply, "Zhongxing fell off his horse while practicing archery this afternoon. Fortunately, the people behind him managed to stop their horses in time, otherwise, his ribs might have been broken."


    Heng began to understand, "General Cao practiced while ill?"


    Cui Yi nodded, "He has been sick for several days. That brat!"


    Cao Qian had been by Cui Yi''s side for five years and was also a distant relative of her family. Naturally, Cui Yi cared for him more. With Cao Qian being sick and falling off his horse, Cui Yi was anxious. At such a time, bringing up the marriage issue would likely backfire. So Heng decided to postpone it.


    Unexpectedly, after returning to the room, Cui Yi sat at the table lost in thought. Once she finished removing her makeup and letting down her hair, and the maidservants left, he suddenly asked, "What did you want to say earlier?"


    Heng was surprised by his sharpness and tried to brush it off, "Nothing, I didn''t want to say anything."


    Cui Yi glanced at her, clearly disbelieving, and coldly said, "If you don''t say it now, you never need to say it."


    "...Alright," Heng gave in, "In the afternoon, the Empress and Consort Duan summoned me to the palace regarding your refusal to marry and asked me to persuade you."


    As expected, Cui Yi''s expression darkened instantly, slamming his palm on the table, "Will they ever stop meddling! Whether I marry or not is none of their business! And you!"


    Heng immediately clarified her stance, "I didn''t plan to say anything. You asked, so I answered."


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Is that so? I remember you started urging me to marry the second day after our wedding. Now with the Empress backing you, you''re even more insistent?"


    Heng smiled helplessly, "As a concubine, what use is a reputation for virtue?"


    Cui Yi angrily waved his sleeve, "Then keep your mouth shut and never mention it again!"


    Heng responded, "Understood." She approached to help him undress for bed, "But can you tell me why you refuse to marry?"


    Cui Yi wore a blank expression, "For no reason, I just don''t want to."


    "Why did you marry me then?"


    She had asked the same question on their wedding night, and his answer was, "Because I promised." However, such an answer was equivalent to saying nothing. Even if caught in a compromising situation with Changsun Tai, Cui Yi, as the Crown Prince''s tutor, wouldn''t disclose such scandalous matters. He could simply walk away without any responsibility.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Yet, he proactively proposed to marry Heng. At that time, it was uncertain who would become the Crown Princess, with countless noble ladies vying for the position. He couldn''t have precisely predicted that Changsun Tai would become the Crown Prince and used her to counterbalance him.


    On one hand, he refused to marry, yet on the other, he took a concubine... Was it merely to delay getting married for another year or half-year?


    And what was the purpose of delaying?


    "Why are you so fixated on why I married you?" Cui Yi grabbed her hand helping him remove his outer robe, pulling her onto the bed, "You still don''t want to marry me, do you?"


    Since their marriage, they had shared a bed but went no further. If Cui Yi had some hidden ailment, Heng doubted it. So why was he so resistant to marriage and intimacy?


    Cui Yi pinned her hands above her head, looking down at her, "You dislike me, so you''re eager to find me a wife, aren''t you?"


    Heng was speechless, retorting, "Don''t you have any confidence in yourself?"


    Cui Yi stared at her, and she stared back. After a moment, she bent her knee to rub against his inner thigh. His expression instantly changed, gripping her wrists tighter.


    ---


    "Young lady, you are too naive," Heng chuckled inwardly. Unable to move her hands, she continued teasing him with her leg, finding his visibly moving Adam''s apple amusing.


    Contrary to Cui Yi, who had delayed marriage for years, Heng had undergone a full year of training before marrying into the Eastern Palace. From initially blushing to complete composure, she learned to cooperate, accommodate, and mastered the art of seduction��essential skills for surviving in the harem.


    But what was the point? Cui Jie had planned from the start to prevent her from bearing his child. Firstly, to avoid obstacles when eliminating her. Secondly, being devoted to a childless Crown Princess was an excellent public image boost. With Cui Jie''s intellect, he wouldn''t miss such an opportunity.


    Cui Yi stared at her, "I didn''t expect you to be so experienced."


    Heng smiled, "Thanks to the Spring Palace manuals hidden in Your Highness''s study."


    Cui Yi''s expression twisted, realizing his secret stash had been discovered. "You dared to go through my things!"


    "I wouldn''t dare, Your Highness hid them poorly. When the steward brought in people to catch mice, they were found and chewed up. I thought it would be a waste to throw them away, so I took a look."


    "..."


    "Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi gritted his teeth, pushing her aside, "Enough nonsense, sleep!"


    Eh? What was this? He pushed her onto the bed, then turned to sleep. Was this some form of princely pride?


    Thinking for a moment, Heng addressed his back, "Your Highness isn''t attracted to men, is he?"


    Cui Yi jumped up like a cat scorched by fire, pinning her beneath him and tearing at their clothes.


    Heng clicked her tongue��this was more like it.


    After their intimate encounter, Cui Yi sighed contentedly. Seeing her amused expression, he became annoyed, "What?"


    Heng shook her head, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.


    "The reason I married you..."


    Heng perked up her ears.


    "...is because you don''t hog the bed."


    "Huh...?"


    A hint of embarrassment flashed across Cui Yi''s face. Turning away, he pretended to be nonchalant, "That''s it."


    Heng''s lips twitched uncontrollably��so the martial prince was accustomed to sleeping alone and refused to marry because he disliked sharing a bed? And he chose her because he tested her sleeping habits and found them satisfactory?


    What kind of logic was this!


    Clearly, he wasn''t as complex as she imagined. Thoughts of thwarting the alliance between the Changsun family and the Crown Prince or delaying marriage were beyond his capabilities. As Cui Jie once described his brother as "brave and strong but lacking in thought," Heng had dismissed it as mere criticism, but now she realized it was true.


    Fortunately, she discovered this early. Her next plan needed adjustment.


    The following day, which was a rest day, Cui Yi visited the military camp to check on Cao Qian. Heng took the opportunity to summon Baili Zan to discuss matters.


    "His Highness refuses to marry?" Baili Zan held the cat from yesterday, sitting with her in the pavilion. "Normally, a disadvantaged prince would urgently seek a powerful father-in-law or a wealthy merchant to compete with the Crown Prince. His refusal to marry is rather..."


    Heng rested her chin on her hand, "I thought the same, but he won''t reveal why. This can''t continue."


    Baili Zan smiled, "Does Lady hope His Highness will achieve great things?"


    Heng didn''t hide her intentions, nodding, "The Crown Prince is not benevolent. If His Highness remains complacent, the consequences will be dire. But if he takes a risk, there might be opportunities."


    Baili Zan stroked the cat, pondering, "His Highness disregards even His Majesty''s wishes. He certainly won''t heed advice from someone insignificant like me. Does Lady have a plan?"


    "Not exactly a plan, but an idea."


    Heng sipped her tea, explaining her thoughts. Baili Zan listened intently, nodding and considering carefully, "Why does Lady choose Miss Cheng? Did you know her before marriage?"


    Naturally, she didn''t know her. Heng couldn''t explain it was to prevent Baili Zan''s future death in Gan Prefecture. She vaguely explained, "Minister Cheng of the Ministry of Personnel is upright and well-versed in poetry, highly respected both in and out of court. His late wife, a disciple of Medicine King Kang Zao, is still remembered for reviving the dead. Considering these aspects, Miss Cheng is an ideal match for His Highness. If he marries her, the Cheng family''s influence will greatly benefit him."


    Baili Zan smiled, asking, "Lady is so dedicated to His Highness''s future. Aren''t you afraid he''ll neglect you if he marries Miss Cheng?"


    Heng shrugged indifferently, "Even a neglected concubine is better than dying alongside His Highness. Without life, what use is a man?"


    Baili Zan chuckled, contemplating, "If this is Lady''s true intention, I have a suggestion."


    "Oh?" Heng''s eyes lit up, "What is your strategy?"


    Baili Zan leaned in mysteriously, whispering. Heng listened skeptically, "Will this work?" He confidently replied, "Human effort makes things happen."


    Trusting him, they proceeded with their plans.


    Before dinner, Cui Yi returned home, in a good mood due to Cao Qian''s recovery. Sitting down for tea, he instructed the servant outside, "Call the person Lady invited back to meet me."


    Heng interjected, "Mr. Baili took leave this afternoon, saying he was meeting a friend and would return later."


    "Meeting a friend? Which friend?" Cui Yi rubbed his neck, "Massage my shoulders."


    "He met Mr. Zhai Rang, a student of Minister Cheng of the Ministry of Personnel, at the inn. Your Highness saw him then, didn''t you?" Heng moved to massage his shoulders.


    Cui Yi vaguely recalled the meeting and accepted it, not pressing further.


    A few days later, Baili Zan reported progress smoothly.


    "Did you really meet him?" Heng was slightly surprised, "Didn''t he notice anything?"


    Baili Zan confidently replied, "Zi Cheng impressed Minister Cheng with his literary talent, becoming his disciple. Learning he lacked funds, Minister Cheng offered him lodging until the imperial examination. Zi Cheng agreed to gauge Minister Cheng''s and Miss Cheng''s intentions. Now it''s up to you. When will His Highness see me?"


    Reassured, Heng said, "He mentioned it a few days ago, but it didn''t seem important. I told him you weren''t available, and he hasn''t brought it up since. I''ll ask after lunch today."


    That afternoon, pretending to casually mention Baili Zan, Heng asked Cui Yi if keeping cats in the residence was acceptable. Cui Yi casually agreed, then added, "Tell him to come after eating; I have questions for him."


    Heng was taken aback, "Questions?"


    Cui Yi sipped his soup, eyes glinting, "If he''s a strategist, he should contribute. Otherwise, why keep him?"


    Soon, Baili Zan requested an audience. Cui Yi allowed him in, standing near the door arrogantly, "I''ve heard you excel in strategic thinking. I have some questions."


    Baili Zan bowed respectfully, "Please, Your Highness."


    Cui Yi lounged on the couch, retrieving a scroll from a vase beside him, "A few days ago, Minister Cheng of the Ministry of Personnel sent someone to the military camp looking for me. Unfortunately, I was busy and couldn''t meet him. He left this scroll without a word and hasn''t contacted me since. What do you think he meant?"


    Heng and Baili Zan were equally surprised��Minister Cheng had taken the initiative?


    "May I examine the scroll?"


    Cui Yi handed it to Heng, who passed it to Baili Zan.


    Baili Zan unrolled the scroll to reveal a dying tiger being devoured by a jackal. The artist''s skill made the scene vivid and disturbing.


    Heng peeked and immediately thought of the proverb��"a tiger falls into the plains and becomes prey to dogs." Was Minister Cheng implying Cui Yi was the tiger?


    "Your Highness, if I''m not mistaken, the tiger in this painting represents Your Highness," Baili Zan confirmed, echoing Heng''s thoughts.


    Cui Yi remained unmoved, clearly already aware, asking, "I didn''t ask for that."


    Baili Zan explained, "Minister Cheng uses this painting to remind Your Highness that as the legitimate son of Empress Xiaolian, you deserve greatness. However, unfortunate circumstances have led to your current predicament. If you remain complacent, you''ll end up like the tiger in the painting, devoured by lesser beings."


    Cui Yi squinted, silent for a long moment.


    Baili Zan continued, "Minister Cheng wouldn''t send this without reason. In my opinion, he intends to convey that..."


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    Perhaps they wish to form a marital alliance with Your Highness."


    Cui Yi repeated, "A marital alliance?"


    Baili Zan nodded and said, "Yes, Minister Cheng probably intends to marry his daughter to Your Highness. I wonder what Your Highness thinks about this?"


    Without hesitation, Cui Yi said, "Not marrying. You go on my behalf and return the scroll."


    "But..." Baili Zan did not expect him to refuse so decisively. After a moment, he continued, "Your Highness, Minister Cheng only gifted the painting without leaving any message because he didn''t want to be too explicit. If Your Highness does not wish to marry, simply not responding would suffice. Returning it is too direct and will make it difficult for Minister Cheng to save face."


    However, Cui Yi was completely unconcerned about whether the other party could save face: "By having you return it, that''s already giving them face. Didn''t you say you were close to Cheng Hu��s disciple? Let him take the scroll back. No one outside will know. What difficulty would there be in saving face?"


    Baili Zan smiled: "Your Highness, this has nothing to do with whether outsiders know or not. Minister Cheng marrying off his daughter is merely a means; showing loyalty to Your Highness is his true goal. Even if Your Highness doesn��t marry Cheng��s daughter, there��s no reason to push Minister Cheng away. If you return the scroll, it would be like pouring cold water over him. The Cheng family, after hitting a wall with Your Highness, will surely turn to other princes for support. If they end up being recruited by the Crown Prince..."


    Cui Yi frowned deeply and lowered his head in thought.


    "If Your Highness thinks it doesn''t matter if Minister Cheng allies with the Crown Prince, then I will return the scroll tomorrow."


    "Wait!"

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    Knowing he had hit a nerve, Baili Zan added fuel to the fire: "If Your Highness thinks it doesn''t matter if Minister Cheng allies with the Crown Prince, then I will return the scroll tomorrow."


    "Wait!"


    Cui Yi grimaced and gritted his teeth: "I need to think about it some more."


    Baili Zan smiled: "Your Highness has been thinking for so many days, Minister Cheng must be getting anxious. Did Minister Cheng seek out Your Highness again after court today, prompting you to meet me?"


    Cui Yi looked up, his eyes sharp as an eagle''s, staring directly at him: "How do you know that?"


    Baili Zan smiled and replied: "Just speculation."


    Chi Ying chimed in from the side: "Sir, your predictions are truly remarkable." Baili Zan modestly thanked her with a bow.


    After a while, Cui Yi spoke: "Cheng Hu invited me to visit his residence in three days, saying... "


    "That he acquired a rare divine weapon and wants Your Highness to appraise it?" Baili Zan interjected.


    Cui Yi squinted and nodded: "Exactly. Sir, you truly are impressive." Only now did he put away his contemptuous demeanor and straightened up: "According to Sir, should I go or not?"


    Baili Zan decisively replied: "Go. Appraising is just a pretext; presenting the treasure is the real intention. If Your Highness doesn��t go, you��ll miss out on this rare divine weapon, which would be a pity."


    Chi Ying said: "But if Your Highness doesn''t want to marry Cheng��s daughter, wouldn��t it be inappropriate to accept both the scroll and the weapon?"


    Baili Zan smiled slyly: "Even if Your Highness doesn��t want to marry, you can arrange for a trusted subordinate to marry Cheng��s daughter. When Your Highness ascends the throne, even if Cheng��s daughter cannot become Empress, she can still be elevated to a First-Class Imperial Consort. For the Cheng family, this would be a very advantageous deal."


    Chi Ying suddenly understood and admired his ability to gain benefits without investment. In Baili Zan��s view, if Cui Yi insisted on not marrying Cheng��s daughter, he should at least bind Cheng Hu to the Wu (Wu Prince��s Mansion) by arranging a marriage between a trusted subordinate and Cheng��s daughter. This way, he could acquire the divine weapon and also win the loyalty of his subordinates, forming an alliance with the Cheng family��a perfect solution.


    "Yes, that makes sense," Cui Yi propped his chin with one hand and slowly nodded, "Then I shall go see that Star Abyss Sword."


    Baili Zan returned the jade pendant: "Since Your Highness has decided to ally with the Cheng family, keep the scroll." He handed the scroll to Chi Ying and then took his leave.


    Soon it was the day of Cheng Hu��s banquet. Chi Ying had been thinking of finding an excuse for Baili Zan to accompany them but hadn��t expected Cui Yi to bring it up himself.


    "There are things I cannot say myself, you speak." Cui Yi adjusted his collar, preparing to attend court.


    Baili Zan wanted to laugh but dared not, so he bowed in agreement: "Yes."


    When Cui Yi wasn��t looking, Chi Ying whispered to Baili Zan: "The Crown Prince usually visits the Empress after court. Just wait outside the Ming Hall, and you��ll naturally encounter him after court."


    Baili Zan nodded and couldn��t help asking: "Last time I wanted to ask, how do you know the Crown Prince��s schedule so well? Could it be you have informants in the Eastern Palace?"


    Chi Ying didn��t explain, letting him speculate: "If you say so, then so be it. This is crucial, please handle it well, Sir."


    Since Cao Qian was bedridden, there was no one to lead the horse. Baili Zan took on the role of a groom and accompanied Cui Yi into the palace, waiting outside the Ming Hall during the court session.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Cui Yi��s beloved horse Jinwu was entirely chestnut red except for its yellowish-brown mane, a fine steed from beyond the Great Wall, a tribute from the Western Qiang several years ago. Coincidentally, Cui Yi had repelled a northern Di tribe at Mingfeng Pass, earning him the praise of Emperor Jianyuan, who bestowed this precious horse upon his second son. Such horses were rare even on the borderlands, let alone in the capital. Seeing Jinwu was equivalent to seeing Cui Yi. Holding Jinwu��s reins among the princes'' carriages made Baili Zan��s identity clear.


    Cui Yi was the second prince, and Jinwu stood alongside the Crown Prince��s carriage. A royal attendant accompanying the Crown Prince to court had never seen him before and was somewhat surprised. Why had the Wu Prince��s groom changed to a scholarly-looking young man? Where was the Xiao Jiang general named Cao? So, he casually struck up a conversation: "Young sir, you seem unfamiliar. What��s your name?"


    Baili Zan bowed and replied: "I am Bai Li Zan, newly joined to His Highness. General Cao is unwell, so I��m temporarily taking care of the horse. This is my first time in the palace. Please forgive me if I make any mistakes."


    The royal attendant asked: "You look like a scholar, why are you doing such rough work?"


    Baili Zan answered: "I only know a few words."


    Before the royal attendant could ask anything further, Jinwu neighed and nudged Baili Zan. He bent down to pick some grass from the feed trough and fed it to Jinwu, who reluctantly walked away and slowly began eating.


    "... " At that moment, the royal attendant sitting on the carriage felt hostility from the horse. Its wet eyes seemed to convey disdain, as if saying, "He serves me, don��t bother him with idle chatter."


    Thus, the royal attendant could only sigh at the similarity between master and beast and kept quiet.


    When the retreat drum sounded, and officials exited the Ming Hall, the royal attendant drove forward to greet the Crown Prince first. Wearing a dragon-patterned court robe, the Crown Prince was exceptionally handsome. He whispered something to the royal attendant, who then glanced toward Baili Zan leading Jinwu.


    Baili Zan respectfully led the horse to Cui Yi as he came out.


    Cui Yi had been talking with Cheng Hu and said upon seeing him: "Don��t rush back to the mansion. We��re going to Cheng��s residence. Take Jinwu back and tell Her Highness I won��t be home for lunch and to eat by herself."


    Cheng Hu stroked his beard and smiled: "No need to trouble the young sir. I��ll send someone to the Wu to deliver the message."


    Cui Yi didn��t object, and Cheng Hu sent his servant to deliver the message to the Wu, then invited Cui Yi to walk ahead together toward the Shangshu Mansion.


    At the Shangshu Mansion, a groom took Jinwu to the stables. Jinwu whined, reluctant to part with Baili Zan, but after a stern glance from Cui Yi, it shrank back and followed the groom dejectedly.


    Cui Yi said: "Where do the servants dine? Wen Yu, follow me."


    Previously, Cao Qian, though not a high-ranking official, was Cui Yi��s most trusted person. Now replaced by Baili Zan, even though Cheng Hu didn��t recognize him, he sensed something��this scholarly young man was likely another trusted aide of Cui Yi. Thus, he couldn��t treat him like ordinary servants and said: "The servants�� quarters are too far. Set a table for this young sir here in the hall. That way, if Your Highness needs anything, it��s easier to summon him."


    "Alright," Cui Yi stepped inside.


    Baili Zan secretly marveled. It seemed the Prince wasn��t as obtuse as the Princess said; at least his tactic of feigned retreat was quite skillful.


    Unbeknownst to him, Cui Yi wasn��t playing tactics but had changed his mind. Not wanting to marry Cheng��s daughter or drag his loyal subordinate Cao Qian into it, he tried every means to get Baili Zan out of the way to avoid any potential missteps.


    Cheng Hu, a top scholar from forty years ago under the previous emperor, had served two emperors and was nearly sixty. Well-read and skilled in calligraphy and painting, he was a renowned literary figure. Cui Yi had always been indifferent to such people, especially since Cheng Hu often used idioms and proverbs, making him feel half-understood and worsening his impression. If not for some respect for elders, he wouldn��t have attended this meal.


    Servants brought in a low table, and Baili Zan sat near the door, eating the same food as those inside, enjoying a small pot of wine and two dishes of pickles. It was the most satisfying meal he��d had since arriving at the Wu.


    Cheng Hu didn��t press for drinks and praised: "Our great Chu established its empire through martial prowess. Your heroic feats at Ju Xia Pass, where you fought bravely against overwhelming odds, reflect the spirit of our founding ancestor. Truly, it is a blessing for our great Chu."


    Cui Yi grunted noncommittally, drank three cups, ate some food, but remained distracted.


    Cheng Hu asked: "May I dare ask, why does Your Highness not wish to marry?"


    Baili Zan was startled outside��Cheng Hu had bluntly posed the question, unlike his earlier subtle hints. What was going on?


    Cui Yi swirled his wine cup and replied indifferently: "With unfulfilled ambitions, how can one establish a family?"


    Cheng Hu smiled and asked: "What are Your Highness��s ambitions?"


    Cui Yi shot him a sidelong glance and retorted irritably: "Why does Minister Cheng ask about my ambitions?"


    Cheng Hu calmly stroked his white beard: "A great man should establish both family and career. Known as a war god in the military, Your Highness surely shares the same aspirations as our founding ancestor��to reclaim Yuan and Qing provinces and drive the Northern Di tribes out of the Central Plains. However, from the founding ancestor to the present emperor, three generations have waged frequent wars without success, burdening the people with taxes. Only the current emperor, upon ascending the throne, shifted strategy to focus on nurturing the populace."


    Cui Yi poured himself more wine, the sound of liquid filling the glass echoing in the hall.


    "Your Highness has grand ambitions, wishing to fulfill the founding ancestor��s legacy. But as the Son of Heaven, one must prioritize the welfare of the people. If one indulges in endless warfare, it will lead to widespread suffering and jeopardize the empire built by the founding ancestor," Cheng Hu continued regardless of whether Cui Yi was listening, "The emperor rejected Your Highness��s request to wage war again for the sake of the nation and its people."


    Baili Zan almost spat out his wine��Cheng Hu wasn��t proposing a marriage but trying to persuade the emperor��s son. He and Chi Ying had misunderstood.


    Just as he was berating himself for jumping to conclusions, Cui Yi stunned everyone: "Minister Cheng, there��s no need to beat around the bush. Speak plainly. I��ve heard that Minister Cheng has a daughter..."


    Baili Zan almost jumped up to cover Cui Yi��s mouth but heard Cheng Hu chuckle: "Your Highness is well-informed! When the time comes, please do come to the wedding!"


    Cui Yi: "..."


    Baili Zan covered his face, his expression pitiful.


    Seeing Cui Yi��s stiff expression, Cheng Hu curiously asked: "What��s wrong, Your Highness?"


    "... Ah? Nothing! I just... swallowed too quickly."


    Cheng Hu nodded, puzzled but didn��t press further, smiling: "My late wife left me only this daughter. I once wished to keep her by my side forever, but children grow up and eventually marry. Zi Cheng is a reliable and honest young man. When I pass away, I know she��ll be well taken care of with him."


    Cui Yi felt like ten thousand volcanoes erupting in anger��Baili Zan! I��ll cut your tongue out and serve it with wine!


    Yet, simultaneously, joy burst forth��no need to marry Cheng Hu��s old daughter!

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    After lunch, Chi Ying worked on embroidery at home, taking care of Baili Zan��s calico cat.


    Initially skinny, the cat had grown plump from sharing meals with Baili Zan. It curled up lazily beside Chi Ying, basking in the sun.


    Chi Ying named it Xiao Taosu because its back was mostly yellow with black spots, resembling a walnut cookie sprinkled with sesame seeds. Baili Zan found the name hilarious yet fitting.


    Xiao Taosu was affectionate, seeking attention from everyone except Cui Yi. Especially fond of Chi Ying, it spent the afternoon cuddling in her lap.


    Today was no different. Hearing that Cui Yi was visiting Cheng��s residence, Chi Ying ate alone and resumed her needlework.


    The warm spring sun made her drowsy. Stretching, she got up to stretch when the steward appeared.


    "Madam, there are two people claiming to be relatives from Your Highness��s maternal family requesting to see you."


    Chi Ying was surprised: "Maternal relatives? Male or female? Did you ask their names?"


    The steward replied honestly: "Yes, one male and one female. The man is called Xie Yong, and the woman is his sister, Xie Yuchan."


    The late Empress Xiaoling��s surname was Zhong, and Consort Duanshi was her aunt��s daughter, surnamed Ye. Where did these Xies come from? Confused, Chi Ying realized she knew little about Cui Yi��s maternal family.


    "I��ll go see."


    As Chi Ying walked toward the courtyard, Xiao Taosu clung to her leg, forcing her to carry it along to meet the alleged relatives.


    The Wu���� was a six-courtyard compound. As Chi Ying reached the central courtyard, she heard a loud voice shouting:


    "Why are you taking so long to announce us? Are we supposed to stand here all day? How rude! Wait until Brother Yingrong returns and sees how you treat us!"


    The voice belonged to a girl, seemingly around Chi Ying��s age or younger, but with a bold personality, daring to address Cui Yi by his given name!


    Hurrying, Chi Ying approached the gate.


    Three servants were dealing with a noisy girl and a silent young man. The girl, though petite, exuded an intimidating presence, hands on hips, scolding the servants: "Dare you stop us from entering? We��ve traveled thousands of miles to find Brother Yingrong. If he finds out how rudely you treated us, you��ll regret it!"


    Chi Ying smiled and intervened: "Miss, why argue? Since His Highness isn��t here, the servants must be extra cautious. It��s not their fault."


    Xie Yuchan glared: "Whose fault then? My brother and I have been standing here for hours without even a sip of water. Are you blaming us now?"Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Chi Ying sighed inwardly at her fiery temper but maintained her smile: "Please come inside. Arguing at the gate isn��t proper."


    Xie Yuchan huffed and strutted in, scrutinizing Chi Ying: "Was the steward referring to you? Are you Brother Yingrong��s Princess?"


    "No, I am..."


    "You don��t look like it."


    Xie Yuchan sized her up dismissively: "You��re just a maid holding a cat. Brother Yingrong��s mother was the Empress. He would marry a gentle and beautiful lady, like me."


    Chi Ying��s lips twitched, unsure how to respond. The steward angrily clarified: "This is our Madam!"


    Xie Yuchan showed no fear, her disdain deepening: "So, a concubine? Hmph, not much better than a maid. Thinking you can rule the Wu���� just because you share his bed? Think again!"


    The steward fumed: "How dare you!"


    Several servants prepared to eject her.


    "Calm down, calm down!" Xie Yong finally spoke, trying to defuse the situation, "Yuchan is young and speaks without thinking. Please forgive her, Sister-in-law!"


    "Brother!" Xie Yuchan stomped her foot, "Why are you groveling to these servants?"


    Xie Yong glared weakly: "They��re not servants, call her Sister-in-law!"


    Clearly, he lacked authority, his reprimand hollow.


    Xie Yuchan scoffed: "Sister-in-law? Ha! A cat-holding maid? I won��t call her that."


    "What cat-holding maid?"


    Amid the commotion, the sound of hooves signaled Cui Yi��s return. Seeing the crowd at the gate, he frowned: "What��s happening here?"


    Chi Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, two people claiming to be relatives from your maternal family are here. I wasn��t sure if they were genuine..."


    "Brother Yingrong!" Xie Yuchan pushed past Chi Ying, eyes shining: "I��ve wanted to see you! Auntie must have told you about me, right?"


    Cui Yi swiftly steadied Chi Ying, his gaze icy: "Who are you?"


    Xie Yuchan, undeterred, moved closer: "I��m Yuchan. Surely Auntie mentioned me? Brother Yingrong��"


    "Outrageous!" Cui Yi exploded, pushing her back: "Who gave you permission to use my name?"


    Xie Yuchan, shocked, stared wide-eyed: "Brother Yingrong..."


    Seeing Cui Yi ready to strike, Xie Yong rushed forward, kneeling: "Your Highness, please forgive her. She��s young and ignorant. Please don��t blame her!" He tugged at his sister��s sleeve: "Apologize!"


    Xie Yuchan, tears brimming, stared at him incredulously.


    Woof woof, he simply refused to kneel. Ji Yi''s face was expressionless as he said, "Somebody."


    "Your Highness, don''t be impulsive," Chi Ying hurriedly stopped him from having the man thrown out. "Since Young Master Xie claims to be a relative from Your Highness'' mother��s family, we should at least hear him out. If he isn��t a relative, then that��s fine, but if he is, it would be bad to hurt the relationship." Ji Yi''s face turned livid, but he did not insist. Chi Ying then turned around and gently said to Xie Yong, "Young Master Xie, please rise. Let''s go inside and talk."


    Xie Yong wiped his sweat and thanked her profusely, getting up shakily and pulling his sister along as they followed Ji Yi, who didn''t even glance at them, into the gate.


    The Wu Wangfu rarely had guests. Ji Yi sat in an armchair in the main hall, one hand supporting his chin, his eagle-like eyes scanning back and forth over the Xie siblings.


    "Commoner Xie Yong, this is my younger sister Yuchan. My father is Xie Xiao, the governor of Xuancheng, and my mother is the younger sister of Consort Duan," Xie Yong bowed respectfully while standing below the platform, despite being offered a seat by the host. "My father heard that Your Highness recently got married and specially sent fifty bolts of Yunjin silk, ten jars of special aged wine, two boxes of dried prawns, and two boxes of pearls as wedding gifts. I hope Your Highness will accept them kindly."


    So they were Consort Duan''s nephews. Chi Ying mentally mapped out the complex family relationships. She thought that Consort Duan was Empress Xiaolian''s cousin, and Xie Yong''s mother was the cousin''s younger sister. Such distant relatives could still manage to send gifts, and no one would believe there wasn''t some ulterior motive.


    Ji Yi coldly asked, "Where are the gifts?"


    Xie Yong bowed and replied, "Your Highness, they are temporarily stored at the inn. Just give me an order, and I can bring them over anytime."


    Ji Yi casually said, "Go ahead."


    Xie Yong: "..."


    Ji Yi frowned, "What?"


    Xie Yong quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I''ll go right away!" He rushed out of the main hall.


    Chi Ying felt both amused and exasperated. People who never interacted with you suddenly show up with gifts; they must have some request. This blunt prince, however, didn��t bother asking about their intentions and just told them to bring the gifts. His temper really needed to change.


    With Xie Yong gone, Xie Yuchan stood below the platform, twisting her sleeves nervously, tears welling up in her eyes. Chi Ying couldn''t bear to see it any longer. Despite the harsh words Xie Yuchan had spoken earlier at the door, she was still a guest and a relative of Ji Yi''s mother''s family. So she said, "Miss Xie, please sit down and rest for a bit."


    At the sound of her voice, Xie Yuchan immediately glared at her hatefully. Ji Yi slammed the table, "What kind of look is that!"


    Xie Yuchan burst into tears at his shout, sobbing uncontrollably. Chi Ying felt a headache coming on. After failing to comfort Xie Yuchan, she turned to Ji Yi, "Miss Xie is still young, Your Highness, please don''t be too harsh, don''t scare her."


    Ji Yi sneered, "She spoke rudely to you at the door, yet you��re pleading for her."


    Chi Ying smiled helplessly, "How can I argue with someone younger than me?"


    Perhaps realizing she had a point, Ji Yi didn��t shout again and chose to ignore it. But Xie Yuchan continued crying incessantly, and soon Ji Yi��s patience ran out. He slammed the table and stood up angrily, "Are you done crying!"

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    Just then, Xie Yong returned with a convoy. Before entering, he saw his sister crying while Ji Yi looked furious. Confused, he asked, "What... What happened? Don��t cry, Yuchan, what��s wrong? Your Highness?"


    Ji Yi snorted and sat back down. Chi Ying didn��t know how to explain and could only say, "Your Highness has a loud voice and accidentally scared Miss Xie."


    Xie Yong tried to comfort his sister, but she only cried harder, burying her face in his chest. Ji Yi, overwhelmed by her crying, finally couldn��t take it anymore and stormed off. Chi Ying couldn��t stop him and had to deal with the mess herself. "Master Xie, Miss Xie, Your Highness is in a bad mood today, so please excuse the poor reception."


    Xie Yong assured her it was fine, but Xie Yuchan continued glaring at her hatefully. Chi Ying wasn��t fond of the girl either. After arranging two adjacent guest rooms for the siblings, she went to calm the irate Ji Yi.


    Surprisingly, Ji Yi had calmed down much faster than she expected. When she entered the room, he was polishing a new sword, admiring it lovingly.


    "This is the Star Abyss Sword?"


    "Yeah," Ji Yi cleaned the sword and sheathed it. "Minister Cheng invited me to his house next month for a wedding banquet."


    Chi Ying was stunned, "A wedding banquet?"


    Ji Yi hung the scabbard on the wall and turned with a smug smile, "Yes, Minister Cheng has arranged for his daughter to marry his new disciple, set for the first day of next month." The look on his face seemed to say, "You said Minister Cheng wanted to marry his daughter to me, but now she��s marrying someone else."


    Feeling embarrassed for miscalculating, Chi Ying said, "Congratulations to Minister Cheng then."


    Ji Yi hummed a tune, looking quite pleased, seemingly forgetting his earlier annoyance. Chi Ying took the opportunity to ask, "Minister Cheng invited Your Highness to his home just to gift this sword?"


    "Why not?" Ji Yi glanced at her.


    "There��s nothing wrong with that, but I thought Minister Cheng, being a learned scholar, might take the opportunity to lecture Your Highness. No matter, it��s fine."


    Ji Yi stared at her for a long time before asking, "Why does everyone keep urging me to get married? My father, the Empress, Consort Duan, and now even the Minister of Personnel are involved. What��s the reason behind it?"


    Chi Ying smiled and asked, "Do you really want to know?"


    Ji Yi narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.


    "The Emperor wants you to marry because parents naturally urge their children to marry. The Empress hopes you��ll marry to help the Crown Prince distinguish friends from foes. Consort Duan loves you like her own child and wishes you to marry out of concern for your happiness. As for Minister Cheng, I think he��s a loyal minister, worried about royal matters. Since the Emperor wants to see you married, he feels obliged to help."Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Chi Ying paused and slowly added, "As for my reason for urging you to marry, Your Highness would surely be angry if I told you. Perhaps it��s better left unsaid."


    "Tell me, I promise not to get angry."


    "Really?"


    "Stop stalling, tell me!"


    Seeing his impatient expression, Chi Ying decided to speak plainly. She knelt before him and said clearly, "I wish for Your Highness to ascend the throne. Historically, princes marry to form alliances with powerful families. Since the Crown Prince has married the Grand Tutor��s daughter, Your Highness shouldn��t fall behind."


    After saying this, Chi Ying lowered her head, waiting for the impending anger.


    Before marrying into the Wu Wangfu, she intended to subtly assist Ji Yi using her knowledge of the future. However, after interacting with him, she realized that subtle hints wouldn��t work. The only effective approach was to be straightforward and clearly explain her reasons and goals.


    "Very well said."


    Ji Yi slowly nodded, "Well said indeed."


    Chi Ying hesitantly raised her head, unsure of his reaction.


    Ji Yi extended his hand to her, "The Crown Prince married the Grand Tutor��s daughter, so what? I��m also marrying the Grand Tutor��s daughter."


    Chi Ying wanted to explain the principle of loyalty but was interrupted.


    He gripped her wrist and pulled her up, holding her close, then turned her face toward him, declaring firmly, "I have no interest in the throne, so I need no allies."


    No interest in the throne?


    Chi Ying was genuinely shocked. Throughout history, she had never heard of a prince uninterested in the throne. Even those with weak positions accepted their fate. Ji Yi, as the sole son of the late Empress and a successful military commander, why would he have no interest in the throne?


    "Or do you want to be the Empress?" Ji Yi gazed at her, caressing her cheek. "If it weren��t for my preemptive action at the carved flower tower, the current Crown Princess would be you."


    His fingers tightened, causing Chi Ying to wince in pain. He didn��t let go but instead pushed her onto the couch, straddling her and gripping her throat tightly.


    Chi Ying��s eyes widened in shock. She tried to speak but couldn��t make a sound. Ji Yi��s veins bulged, and his grip tightened, showing clear intent to choke her to death!


    Panicking, she clawed at his hands, but her efforts were futile. Feeling suffocated, her vision blurred, and she struggled desperately. Her nails dug into his hands, but it was useless.


    Suddenly, a soft meow came from the open door. Taosu jumped in, its innocent gaze fixed on them.


    Ji Yi abruptly released her, and Chi Ying choked violently, coughing hard. She had nearly died, all because she mentioned wanting to see him become emperor.


    Ji Yi got up and left without a word.


    Chi Ying lay on the couch, gasping for breath, heart pounding. She held Taosu, still shaken. Thanks to Bailizan��s quick thinking, sending the cat saved her life.


    Chi Ying hugged Taosu, lingering in fear for a long time before dragging herself to the side courtyard to thank Bailizan.


    Bailizan looked worriedly at the red marks on her neck and sighed, "I never imagined Your Highness would react so strongly, even resorting to violence against you. Sigh!"


    "I think Your Highness reacted due to some internal conflict, not specifically targeting me," Chi Ying��s voice was hoarse from coughing. "It may not be personal."


    Bailizan shook his head, "Your Highness almost killed you, yet you��re defending him?"


    Chi Ying disagreed, "Not defending, but understanding his reasons. There must be something behind his lack of interest in the throne, which might relate to his sudden outburst. Without addressing the root cause, our efforts will be futile."


    "What do you plan to do?"


    "I��m not sure yet. For now, I��ll avoid provoking him further."


    Bailizan smirked, "How do you think Your Highness will react?"


    "He..."


    Chi Ying pondered for a moment and shook her head, "I can��t predict him. He doesn��t follow conventional logic."


    Bailizan winked, "Your Highness acts according to his heart, not bound by societal norms. Focus on what he likes and needs, not what you think he should have."


    Chi Ying looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"


    Bailizan smiled mischievously and didn��t elaborate.


    That afternoon, Ji Yi went to train soldiers at the western camp. Considering Xie Yuchan didn��t want to see her, Chi Ying canceled plans for dinner together and instructed the kitchen to deliver meals to their rooms.


    When Ji Yi returned sweaty and exhausted, he saw Chi Ying preparing the sofa and asked, "What are you doing?"


    Chi Ying glanced at him, "The bathwater is ready. Xiaoqiu, help Your Highness bathe."


    Ji Yi placed his helmet on the table and asked irritably, "Are you going to sleep separately?"


    "Would Your Highness share a bed with someone who tried to kill you?"


    Ji Yi was speechless. Chi Ying didn��t expect an answer, finished making the bed, and sat at the dressing table to comb her hair.


    Xiaoqiu hesitated, "Your Highness..."


    Ji Yi waved his hand, "Everyone leave."


    The maids withdrew. Ji Yi stripped off his armor and sat on the sofa, "Since you married me, have I ever treated you poorly?"


    Chi Ying put her earrings in a box, "Your Highness has been very kind, never treating me badly."


    "Becoming the Wu Wangfei isn��t enough for you? You want to be the Empress?"


    Chi Ying paused, sighing, "I never said I wanted to be the Empress."


    Empress, reigning over the six palaces��what was the point? It was merely a fa?ade of luxury, where even one��s own children couldn��t be protected, and one lived under constant threat.


    "What do you want then?"


    Chi Ying turned to him, "What does Your Highness want?"

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    "What do you want?"


    "What does Your Highness want?"


    Silence filled the room. Ji Yi��s face remained expressionless, but his eyes flickered with complex emotions, as if recalling something deeply personal. Chi Ying waited patiently for him to open up.


    After a long time, Ji Yi sighed and headed to the bathtub behind the screen.


    "All I want is to be myself, not controlled or used by others."


    Chi Ying felt a pang of guilt, realizing her true intentions. Even the simplest person could sense sincerity versus ulterior motives.


    Ji Yi leaned back in the tub, washing off sweat and dirt, "When my mother was alive, she often told me, ��You are the eldest son, you must strive to make me proud.��"


    "After my mother passed, Consort Duan took care of me, and she always said the same thing, ��Make your deceased mother proud.����


    Chi Ying felt a lump in her throat. She, too, had been burdened with expectations as the eldest daughter, ending up as a concubine in the Wu Wangfu. Every visit home revealed her parents�� disappointed gazes.


    The pain of living under others�� expectations and then facing their disappointment was all too familiar.


    "Just using me, my mother, Consort Duan, and you."


    Ji Yi poured water over his head.


    Footsteps approached.


    "Where are you going?"


    "...To the courtyard for some fresh air."


    Under the moonlight, Chi Ying wrapped herself in a cloak and stepped outside. The breeze carried the scent of purple sunflowers. Xiaoqiu asked if she needed anything, but she shook her head.


    Using.


    Yes, she came to use him, to leverage him against the Crown Prince, protect her family, and avenge her past life. She never considered how he��d feel if he discovered her true intentions.


    When Ji Yi said, "You��re all just using me," Chi Ying felt like a clumsy liar exposed.


    What made Ji Yi release her?


    Why did she feel ashamed of her intentions and struggle to face him?


    Chi Ying stood in the courtyard, her mind in turmoil.


    Returning to the room, she found Ji Yi asleep on the sofa. She quietly covered him with a blanket and blew out the candle.


    The next morning, Ji Yi left early for court. Chi Ying helped him dress and said, "Last night, you asked what I truly want. I��ve thought about it all night and figured it out."


    "Tell me."


    "I just want to live a full life."


    Ji Yi was taken aback, "What did you say?"


    Chi Ying repeated, "I just want to live a full life."


    Ji Yi stared at her for a long time, then nodded slowly, "I understand."


    For royals, living a full life was an unattainable dream. In the struggle for power, survival was uncertain. Chi Ying hoped Ji Yi understood her desire for peace and security, different from Empress Xiaolian, Consort Duan, and Concubine Guo.


    If this was a promise, she decided to take the gamble.


    The next day, Consort Duan sent people from the palace to invite the Xie siblings. Considering herself an outsider, Chi Ying politely declined. The little eunuch didn��t insist and led the Xie siblings away.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    In the afternoon, Chi Ying prepared for Ji Yi��s departure to court.


    At times, someone would come to report that Brother and Sister Xie had returned. Cheng Ying had just finished her tasks and decided to find Xie Yong to discuss the purpose of their visit to the capital. Although it was not quite appropriate for her to inquire, there was no one else suitable in the residence at the moment, and the master seemed completely unaware of such matters, so she had to take it upon herself.


    When Cheng Ying knocked on the door, Xie Yong was writing something at his desk. Hearing the knock, he looked up in a hurry and covered the unfinished document with a book beside him. "Madam!"


    "Am I interrupting? Did I disturb you?" Cheng Ying hesitated at the door.


    Xie Yong hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, please come in, Madam!"


    After the tea was served, Xie Yong thanked her carefully and then apologized with some guilt. "Actually, I should have come to apologize to you yesterday. Yu Chan... has been pampered by our father and stepmother since childhood, never having suffered much, and is somewhat naive. Please do not take offense."


    Cheng Ying did not have a good impression of Xie Yuchan but found Xie Yong''s manners quite agreeable. Regardless of his abilities, he was polite and not annoying. "No, Miss Xie is still young and can be a bit willful. I won''t hold it against her."


    Xie Yong sighed in relief, holding the teacup in his hands, hesitating for a moment before saying, "My sister and I came to the capital for two reasons: first, to visit Concubine Duan, and second, our father hopes I can find employment under His Highness, whether as a scribe or secretary, anything will do. But judging from His Highness��s attitude, it seems he may not wish to keep us..."


    Cheng Ying smiled reassuringly. "No, His Highness was just too busy yesterday and in a bad mood. As family, we should look out for each other. When His Highness has time, I will remind him. Which subject are you more proficient in?"


    The imperial examinations in Great Chu included subjects like Mingjing (classics), Mingfa (law), Mingzi (characters), Mingsuan (mathematics), and others, but the most valued were Mingjing and Jinshi. Bai Lichan had failed to pass Mingjing repeatedly, which led him to wander the streets until he met Cheng Ying.


    Xie Yong wiped the sweat from his nose and whispered, "I studied for several years in an academy, but due to poor health, my studies were intermittent... I can''t say I''m particularly good at any subject..."


    So they came here hoping for a backdoor entry? Cheng Ying was perplexed. It was good to have people seeking refuge, but if they couldn''t help, it was another matter. Xie Yuchan''s tantrum at the door had thoroughly ruined Prince Wu''s impression of them, and Xie Yong himself was not a competent scholar. Convincing Prince Wu to keep them would not be easy.


    "Is it... not possible?" Xie Yong asked cautiously.


    "It depends on His Highness; I cannot decide. But you can stay in the residence without worry. If you need anything, just ask the steward. No need to be restrained," Cheng Ying avoided making promises. "Mr. Xie, you are here to seek refuge under His Highness, but what about Miss Xie? After visiting Concubine Duan, does she wish to return home?"


    Xie Yong blushed even more, looking awkward, unsure whether to drink his tea or not. After a long while, he managed to say, "Yu Chan... also... wants to seek refuge under His Highness..."


    "Ah..." Cheng Ying responded, surprised.


    Xie Yong knelt down hastily, almost stumbling over his words. "Please forgive me, Madam! Our father... sent us here to form a marital alliance with Prince Wu. Since Empress Xiaoling and my stepmother are cousins, if His Highness marries Yu Chan, it would be a perfect match. Father also said that Xuanzhou is prosperous, and our family has wealth accumulated over generations. If His Highness plans to rise, our family is willing to offer all our assets to support him!"


    "You..." Cheng Ying didn''t know how to evaluate this family. Two self-centered parents had raised a spoiled daughter and a timid son. Their manner was not one of flattery but rather arrogance, as if marrying off their daughter to Prince Wu was doing him a great favor.


    Where did the Xies get this confidence? Cheng Ying found it baffling.


    "Brother! Why are you kneeling?" A voice scolded from outside. Xie Yuchan, apparently informed by a servant, rushed over angrily. Her cheeks flushed, chest heaving, clearly furious at what she saw. She stormed in and kicked Xie Yong hard. "You are a man of status. How could you kneel to a servant? You''ve disgraced our parents!"


    It''s your parents'' face you��ve disgraced, Cheng Ying thought silently.


    Xie Yong winced in pain, reaching out to pull her. "What are you saying? How can you be so disrespectful in front of the master? Apologize to Madam!"


    Xie Yuchan pushed him away forcefully, stepping back and glaring at Cheng Ying provocatively. "Master? What kind of master is she? I am the future mistress of this residence! If anyone needs to apologize, it��s her. A mere servant sitting in front of me��unbelievable!"


    "Oh, really?" Cheng Ying stood up slowly, smiling, watching the girl who was around the same age as her. "I may not be the true mistress, but how can you be so sure you will be?"


    Xie Yuchan glared. "Of course I��m sure. I have a betrothal with Ying Rong! My aunt arranged it when she was alive. I was destined to be his wife. No one can take him from me!"


    Cheng Ying smiled faintly. "Really? His Highness has never mentioned it."


    Xie Yuchan sneered. "That''s between Ying Rong and me. Who are you to ask? Why should he tell you?"


    Objectively speaking, Xie Yuchan was indeed pretty, her eyebrows and eyes resembling those of her aunt, Concubine Duan. If she sat quietly somewhere, she might attract some admiring glances, but her temper was terrible, her voice shrill and loud enough to be heard across two courtyards. Her beautiful eyes were always used for glaring or rolling, truly wasting her good looks.


    Cheng Ying felt there was nothing more to say to such a person and chose to ignore her. "Mr. Xie, please rise. I cannot accept such a grand gesture. I will convey your request to His Highness. The outcome will depend on his decision."


    Xie Yong bowed his head repeatedly, thanking her, only to be pinched fiercely by Xie Yuchan.


    A betrothal? On the way back to the main courtyard, Cheng Ying pondered this. If Prince Wu and Xie Yuchan indeed had a betrothal, why hadn''t Concubine Duan ever mentioned it? Empress Xiaoling died early, so if the betrothal existed, it would have been her dying wish. Concubine Duan should have told her about it.


    "Betrothal? What''s that?"


    Prince Wu''s response was predictable. Cheng Ying became more convinced it was merely a one-sided wish of the Xie family.


    "Have the siblings left yet?" Prince Wu asked while undressing.


    "They came with gifts, obviously seeking something. They won��t leave without achieving their goal," Cheng Ying wondered about his mindset. Wasn''t he aware that as a prince, many would seek favors?


    Prince Wu tugged at his inner garment, seeming warm, and grabbed a fan to cool himself. "Return their gifts and send them away."


    Cheng Ying laughed in disbelief. "How can you dismiss people without asking? Building relationships is crucial for any significant endeavor. If you treat every potential ally this way, no one will want to serve you."


    Prince Wu impatiently fanned himself. "Significant endeavors? What significant endeavors? I��ve made it clear I don''t want to be emperor. Your hints won��t change that."


    "Even if you don��t want to be emperor, do you think being a prince will be easy?" Cheng Ying patiently explained. "How can you sleep soundly knowing there are threats nearby? Even wise emperors struggle with this, let alone a crown prince..."


    Before she could finish, snoring sounded behind her.


    Cheng Ying''s reflection in the mirror showed a face of exasperation.


    Prince Wu seemed especially tired today. Cheng Ying tried to wake him to bathe before sleeping, but despite her efforts, he remained deeply asleep. Finally, she brought hot water to the bedside to clean him.


    Since their marriage, they had only consummated once, so Cheng Ying observed his body closely for the first time.


    She knew Prince Wu had been fighting wars since his coronation at sixteen, initially under veteran generals and later independently. He demonstrated remarkable talent in military strategy, often making correct decisions instinctively, repelling Northern Di invasions and securing the northern border for Great Chu.


    Even Emperor Cui Jie acknowledged his brother as a reincarnation of the war god, born for battle.


    Years of military life had given Prince Wu a strong, well-defined physique, his muscles solid but not exaggerated. His bronze skin bore numerous scars, some shallow, others deep and jagged from sword wounds. Countless marks covered his body, startling to see.

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    Cheng Ying watched him for a while, sighing, then gritted her teeth and cleaned him, tucking him into bed. Prince Wu lay motionless, like a giant doll, letting her tend to him.


    After cleaning him, Cheng Ying was exhausted herself, taking a quick bath and going to sleep.


    The next morning, Cheng Ying was awakened by footsteps outside her door. Habitually turning over, she pressed against a burning body.


    "Your Highness?" Cheng Ying opened her eyes, surprised to see Prince Wu still asleep.


    This was unusual. Prince Wu always woke at dawn. What was wrong today? Calling him a few times, he finally stirred, squinting at the sky, then closed his eyes again weakly.


    Cheng Ying shook him. "Your Highness, it''s time to get up. Don''t miss the morning court."


    Prince Wu groaned feebly. "Hmm." He didn��t move.


    Cheng Ying sensed something was wrong. His body was burning hot. Touching his forehead, she was shocked by the high temperature. "You have a fever! What happened? You were fine last night..."


    "What time is it?" Prince Wu rasped.


    "Don''t worry about the time. Stay still, I''ll call for a doctor."


    Cheng Ying quickly dressed, opened the door, and called out to the yard. "His Highness is ill. Quickly fetch a royal physician and inform the palace that His Highness cannot attend the morning court."


    Servants immediately sprang into action, fetching doctors and sending messages. Maids brought cold water and towels to try to lower his fever.


    Prince Wu was half-delirious, lying like a toothless tiger, unable to speak or move. Seeing Cheng Ying by his side, he closed his eyes again, reassured.


    The royal physician arrived swiftly, examined Prince Wu''s pulse and tongue, and asked about his recent habits. Prince Wu answered weakly, and Cheng Ying added details, though it didn��t seem helpful.


    "Perhaps it''s just a common cold. His Highness is strong; rest and medicine will cure him." The physician wrote a prescription and handed it to Xiao Qiu. "Prepare this medicine. If there''s no improvement, I��ll return."


    Xiao Qiu went to fetch the medicine. Cheng Ying saw the physician out and heard a deafening cry from outside the courtyard. "Ying Rong! What happened to you?"


    Miss Xie had arrived.


    Like a whirlwind, Xie Yuchan burst into the courtyard, pushing aside servants. Her expression was one of grief as she cried, rushing toward the main room.


    Cheng Ying wisely stepped aside, letting her enter first.


    Xie Yuchan ignored Cheng Ying, charging straight into the room and grabbing Prince Wu''s arm. "Ying Rong, how are you? Where does it hurt? Why did you fall ill? Is it because of the weather or something you ate? Answer me!"


    Prince Wu��s veins bulged, trying to push her away. "Go... away!"


    Misinterpreting his actions, Xie Yuchan hugged his arm tighter, placing his hand on her cheek, crying pitifully. "Ying Rong, don''t worry. I''ll take care of you. You''ll get better!"


    Seeing Prince Wu on the verge of exploding, Cheng Ying intervened. "Miss Xie, calm down. The doctor said it''s just a cold. Rest and medicine will help."


    "Get away!" Xie Yuchan shoved Cheng Ying, sobbing. "It''s all your fault! If you had taken better care of him, Ying Rong wouldn��t be sick! Go away! Stay away from Ying Rong!"


    Cheng Ying was getting annoyed. A simple cold shouldn��t cause such a scene. Accusing her without evidence, and clinging to a man who clearly disliked her, especially when he needed peace and quiet...


    Prince Wu struggled to shake her off, visibly angry, but Xie Yuchan persisted, oblivious to his distress.


    "Ice packs are ready!" A maid rushed in with ice bags, handing them to Cheng Ying.


    Xie Yuchan stopped crying, snatched the ice pack, and applied it gently to Prince Wu��s forehead. Cheng Ying watched, impressed and resigned. "Then I��ll leave you to take care of His Highness."


    "I certainly will. Stay out of it!" Xie Yuchan glared at her.


    Cheng Ying glanced at the barely conscious Prince Wu, feeling both sympathy and helplessness. "I��ll go to the kitchen to prepare some plain porridge. Send word if His Highness needs anything."


    In the kitchen, Cheng Ying reflected on the situation. Despite her obnoxious behavior, Xie Yuchan genuinely cared for Prince Wu, having been groomed as his future wife since childhood. Her devotion was evident, even if misguided.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    By evening, three doses of medicine had been administered, but the fever persisted. Occasionally, Prince Wu would open his bloodshot eyes, lips chapped. Xie Yuchan fed him water carefully, maids wiping his sweat and fanning him, but nothing worked.


    Bai Lichan and Xie Yong visited, but their presence offered little help. Xie Yong returned to write a letter home, while Bai Lichan instructed a servant to run an errand.


    The physician returned, still puzzled. Symptoms pointed to a common cold, but treatment wasn��t working.


    Xie Yuchan sat by the bed, crying softly. "Doctor, will Ying Rong be okay? What��s wrong with him?"


    The physician admitted defeat, prescribing another formula.


    After the second dose, Prince Wu��s fever subsided slightly around 2 AM, allowing him to sleep fitfully. Cheng Ying checked in, seeing Xie Yuchan still by his side, decided to rest in the maids�� quarters.


    The next morning, Cheng Ying found Prince Wu propped up in bed, Xie Yuchan feeding him porridge. Seeing them relatively harmonious, Cheng Ying felt relieved yet uneasy. She instructed the maids to continue caring for him and returned to the kitchen.


    However, by afternoon, Prince Wu��s fever spiked again, his body trembling uncontrollably. Cheng Ying summoned the physicians again, but they were stumped.


    Late at night, four royal physicians examined him extensively, concluding they couldn��t diagnose the illness. Cheng Ying, after a moment of shock, realized she needed help from outside.


    "Xiao Qiu!"


    Xiao Qiu, fetching water from the well, ran over. Cheng Ying ordered her to fetch Lady Cheng, whose mother was a disciple of the famous physician Kang Zao. Though Lady Cheng was deceased, Cheng Ying hoped her daughter might have inherited her skills.


    "Hurry to the Cheng residence and bring Lady Cheng to treat His Highness. Go quickly!"


    From her deceased mother, she had learned some medical skills; otherwise, for a disease that even the imperial physicians couldn''t treat, there would truly be no hope. But things did not go as wished. After half a day, Xiao Qiu returned and informed Chiyong that Cheng Fengyi had followed her fianc�� Zhai Rang back to meet his parents, having left two days ago. Zhai Rang and Baili Zan were from the same hometown, residing in Gong County, quite a distance from the capital. Even with fast horses, it would take at least a day to get there. And given the current situation, Cui Yi''s sudden and severe illness might not last until the descendant of the divine physician could be brought back.


    Chiyong dismissed Xiao Qiu and sat alone on the corridor, lost in thought. If everything still proceeded as she knew it, then Cui Yi wouldn''t die at this time, so there was no need to worry. However, Chiyong couldn''t help but fear what Xie Yuchan had said yesterday��because you didn''t take good care of him. Undeniably, her rebirth had changed many things, both hers and others''. The one most deeply involved was naturally Cui Yi. So, could his sudden collapse be due to her?


    If because of her, Cui Yi died earlier than he originally did, what should she do? While in a daze, Chiyong seemed to hear someone calling her name and quickly shook her head. "My Lady," a maid came out with a sorrowful expression, "His Highness asks you to come inside." Chiyong''s heart instantly leaped into her throat.


    She hurriedly entered the room. Xie Yuchan was still crying, seemingly too exhausted to yell at her anymore and was supported by maids to sit on a chair aside. Cui Yi lay on the bed, his face flushed with fever. Hearing her enter, he slightly opened his eyes. Chiyong approached the bedside, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. Cui Yi''s voice was hoarse as he spoke haltingly, "In the future... you will be the mistress of the Wu... Wu����...of the main house, all..."


    Chiyong was greatly startled, hearing his tone akin to giving final instructions, and quickly interrupted, "What are you saying, Your Highness? You''re delirious from the fever. It''s just a cold, nothing serious. In a few days, you''ll be fine. I also had a serious illness when I was young, with high fever that wouldn''t subside, but now I''m alright, aren''t I?"


    Cui Yi licked his dry lips, ignoring her words: "Listen, I only have you... one Empress. After my death... after my death, in this family... you will be in charge, but..."


    Chiyong clenched her teeth, feeling an urge to cry. "You must observe widowhood for me!"


    Chiyong: "..."


    Cui Yi exhaled a hot breath: "You promised that as long as... I lived to a ripe old age..."


    Chiyong''s mind buzzed, and she couldn''t hear anything else he said afterward. Just live to a ripe old age? A terrifying thought arose in her mind��could it be that he used some method to make himself appear terminally ill so that he could die for her sake?! Just as she was almost suffocated by her sudden conjecture, she heard Cao Qian''s voice outside: "How is His Highness?" The maid seemed to answer something, causing Cao Qian to exclaim in shock: "How could this happen! Where is Her Ladyship?"


    Chiyong hastily wiped away her tears and turned to instruct, "Please invite General Cao in to speak."


    It was already the hour of Hai, and the sky was completely dark. Cao Qian was still wearing armor, looking weary as he ran in. Seeing Cui Yi lying on the sickbed, barely alive, his steps abruptly stopped: "This... Your Highness!"


    "Shh, don''t disturb him, Your Highness needs rest." Chiyong made a gesture for silence.


    But Cao Qian clearly had something on his mind, frowning tightly. Seeing Cui Yi unable to speak, he clasped his hands towards Chiyong: "Ladyship, may I speak to you privately?"


    Chiyong found it somewhat strange. What did he want to say that couldn''t be said in front of Cui Yi? But glancing at Xie Yuchan sobbing nearby, she understood and nodded, following him to the outer room.


    Cao Qian tried to lower his voice, but his anxiety was evident: "Ladyship, His Highness seems... seems to be in grave danger."


    Chiyong was startled again and instinctively rebutted, "What are you talking about? It''s just a fever. Once it subsides, he''ll be fine."


    Cao Qian anxiously scratched his head, sounding like he was about to cry: "This isn''t an ordinary fever; it''s the plague!"


    Plague.


    Chiyong was momentarily stunned, unable to react immediately. Then she heard Cao Qian continue: "A few days ago, many soldiers in the western camp fell ill. I also had a high fever for several days, barely surviving. Two days ago, while changing shifts at Qianling, I didn''t know His Highness was sick. Upon returning, I learned that not only His Highness but nearly thirty percent of the soldiers in the western camp were down with the illness! Many have died, but General Pan concealed it, secretly sending the dead soldiers out of the city to be cremated. The military doctors all confirmed it was the plague, untreatable. Those who tried to escape were executed, their heads hung at the camp gate. Now, the western camp allows entry but no exit. I sneaked out."


    "Ladyship?"


    "Huh?" Chiyong snapped out of her daze, an idea suddenly forming in her mind. "General Cao, I have a request!"


    Cao Qian replied anxiously, "Ladyship, please give your orders."


    Chiyong clenched her fists within her sleeves and earnestly said, "Please ride Jinwu and immediately go to Gong County to find a Zhai family. Ask their daughter-in-law-to-be, Cheng Fengyi, to return and treat His Highness!"


    Cao Qian was taken aback: "Cheng Fengyi?" Clearly, he hadn''t heard of her.


    "There''s no time to explain now. With Jinwu''s speed, you might make it back and forth between the capital and Gong County in less than two days. There might still be hope for His Highness," Chiyong said, still in great shock. The word "plague" was like a bolt from the blue, making her mind chaotic. She struggled to organize her thoughts and give instructions. "Please, His Highness''s life depends on you!"


    Hearing this, Cao Qian readily agreed and rushed off to the stables.


    Hopefully, it''s not too late... No! We must make it in time!


    Chiyong clasped her hands to her chest and prayed silently.


    As dawn approached, Cui Yi''s fever had worsened to the point where he couldn''t recognize anyone. He spoke unclearly, sometimes appearing as if he would never wake up but stubbornly held on. Chiyong and Xie Yuchan took turns watching over him, calling his name and wiping his seemingly endless sweat.


    "Where is His Highness? Move aside, everyone!"


    The first rays of sunlight streamed through the window as a woman''s urgent voice echoed from the courtyard. Chiyong turned around and saw the renowned physician''s descendant rushing into the room.


    Cheng Fengyi was graceful and beautiful, yet exuded a bold demeanor. She loudly commanded everyone in the room: "Don''t all stand here. Open the windows and doors, boil several pots of water. Where is the pen and ink? Bring them, I''ll write a prescription for you to fetch the medicine."


    The maids looked blankly at this strange woman who had burst in, but Chiyong quickly responded, "What are you waiting for? Do as Miss Cheng says!" The maids scrambled to comply.


    Cheng Fengyi briskly walked to the bedside, rudely pushing Xie Yuchan aside and sitting down. She lifted Cui Yi''s eyelids, felt his pulse, and sighed, "Indeed, it''s the plague. Fortunately, I arrived in time." Then she rushed to the table, scribbled a prescription, and handed it to a maid: "Quickly fetch the medicine!"


    Xie Yuchan sobbed, asking, "Will Brother Ying survive?"


    Cheng Fengyi, unfamiliar with her, frowned slightly at her crying and answered, "The prescription was passed down by my mother''s teacher, saving countless lives. Is His Highness any different? Does he need immortality pills?"


    Despite her appearance, this daughter of a minister was straightforward and brave, speaking without the usual shyness of women. Even facing a prince, she referred to him as "just a mortal," earning Chiyong''s immediate respect.

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    "Thank you, Miss Cheng, for saving His Highness!" Chiyong bowed gratefully.


    Cheng Fengyi was straightforward, continuing without pause, "A doctor''s heart is like a parent''s. Life is paramount, no need to thank me. Here, take these prescriptions and fetch all the medicines from the major pharmacies in the capital. Send them to the western camp quickly. Also, remind them to ensure proper ventilation and use boiling water to wash clothes."


    Several maids promptly set off to carry out the tasks.


    Truly a remarkable and efficient woman, Chiyong thought.


    The medicine was soon prepared and delivered. Although Cui Yi could barely swallow, Chiyong forced him to drink a large bowl of black liquid. He vomited violently afterward but surprisingly, his fever subsided, and his complexion improved. Everyone in the palace breathed a sigh of relief.


    Xie Yuchan insisted on staying by Cui Yi''s bedside, refusing to rest. Exhausted herself, Chiyong decided to let her be and went to rest in the side room.


    After bringing Cheng Fengyi back to the capital, Cao Qian returned home to change into casual clothes before coming to the palace to inquire about the situation. Learning that Cui Yi had taken the medicine and was stable, he finally relaxed.


    Having just returned from the imperial tombs, Cao Qian hadn''t rested and had rushed to Gong County to fetch Cheng Fengyi. Hungry and tired, he was pale. Chiyong quickly ordered food for him and personally served him to express gratitude.


    "This time, His Highness and the soldiers in the western camp can be saved, thanks not only to Miss Cheng but also another person," Cao Qian began, still unaccustomed to being served but too hungry to stop eating. After finishing two bowls, he finally spoke.


    Chiyong filled his cup and curiously asked, "Who?"


    Cao Qian replied, "Is there someone named Baili Zan in the palace?"


    "Yes, he''s His Highness''s advisor. Why?"


    "On my way to Gong County, I encountered a carriage driven by a palace servant. I stopped him and learned that on the first day of His Highness''s illness, Mr. Baili sent him to Gong County to find Miss Cheng."


    Cao Qian marveled, "Miss Cheng is indeed a heroine. When she heard I was riding Jinwu to fetch her, she wanted to ride ahead, but her fianc�� persuaded her otherwise. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened."


    Chiyong finally understood why Cao Qian had returned so quickly. Thanks to Baili Zan''s foresight, they saved valuable time. Without his preemptive action, Cao Qian wouldn''t have returned until tonight, potentially jeopardizing Cui Yi''s life.


    "Indeed, we owe much to Mr. Baili''s foresight," Chiyong sighed in relief.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    Baili Zan, however, didn''t consider it a significant achievement. When Chiyong thanked him, he waved it off, smiling, "I am paid to serve. This is my duty. If I could ride, I would have gone myself to bring Zai Cheng and Miss Cheng. Every moment counts."


    Though humble, Chiyong insisted, "Mr. Baili, please don''t be modest. Your foresight saved His Highness''s life. Once he recovers, I will inform him. Given this incident, His Highness might change his opinion about scholars and value your advice more."


    Baili Zan chuckled, "If His Highness listens, I will speak freely."


    In the side yard, purple hydrangeas bloomed softly. Xiao Taosu napped under the flowers, a butterfly landing on its nose.


    "Ladyship, are you troubled?" Baili Zan noticed her distracted gaze and asked.


    Chiyong smoothed her hair and sighed, "His Highness''s sudden illness makes me feel..."


    Baili Zan interjected, "Do you suspect the plague was deliberately caused?"


    Chiyong shook her head, feeling heavy-hearted, "A few days ago, His Highness and I had a misunderstanding. He asked what I wanted besides the empress''s position. After thinking overnight, I answered ''a natural death.''"


    Baili Zan was surprised, "A natural death?"


    "Yes, a natural death," Chiyong called to Xiao Taosu, who jumped onto her lap. "My wish has always been for my parents and sister to live safely. But Prince''s temperament worries me. He will eliminate anyone who hinders his path. His Highness''s military achievements make him a threat. As a daughter of the Changsun family, I won''t be trusted either."


    Baili Zan calmly interrupted, "These are just speculations."


    Chiyong smiled weakly, unable to refute.


    "But I agree with your concerns. Despite His Highness''s lack of interest in power, standing out invites trouble. We cannot remain passive."


    Chiyong nodded lightly, continuing, "After our conversation, His Highness fell ill. Before Miss Cheng arrived, he summoned me to give his final instructions."


    Baili Zan realized her meaning, "You think his illness is suspicious, possibly intentional?"


    Chiyong remained silent, burying her face in Xiao Taosu''s fur.


    "Well, it''s hard to say," even Baili Zan wasn''t sure. "If it were someone else, perhaps they might choose death to protect their loved ones. But His Highness, being the former crown prince, skilled in martial arts, wouldn''t likely choose such a passive solution. If I were him, I''d storm the Eastern Palace and eliminate the threat."


    Chiyong laughed, feeling lighter, "You''re right. His Highness wouldn''t choose such a noble way. Maybe I''m overthinking."


    Baili Zan nodded, looking at the sky where a gray pigeon flew past. "By the way, Ladyship, the young master next door writes letters every day. Do you know to whom?"


    Chiyong hadn''t paid attention, "Maybe family letters."


    Baili Zan looked skeptical but had no evidence, so he dropped the matter.


    Recovering, Cui Yi was still weak but could eat independently. Xie Yuchan, however, refused to leave, insisting on caring for him.


    Upon returning from the side yard, Chiyong heard Cui Yi''s frustrated shout: "Out!" Alarmed, she quickened her pace and entered the room.


    Cui Yi, dressed in a single layer, struggled to push away Xie Yuchan, who held a chamber pot, repeatedly saying, "It''s okay, let me take care of you... I''ll serve you forever."


    "Get her out!" Several maids dragged Xie Yuchan away, who screamed, "How dare you, let me go!"


    "What''s happening?" Chiyong entered, witnessing the chaos.


    Seeing her, Cui Yi sighed in relief, "Take Miss Xie back to her room. Chiyong, come and help me."


    Chiyong chuckled, "Alright."


    Xie Yuchan protested, "Why can she serve you but not me? I''m prettier, gentler, more understanding, and better at taking care of you! I''ve been by your side during your illness!"


    Cui Yi grew impatient, "Enough nonsense! Drag her out!"


    Xie Yuchan was reluctantly dragged away, passing through the courtyard where Xie Yong was walking. Seeing his sister being carried out, he assumed she had done something wrong and learned the truth, shaking his head, "As an unmarried lady, how can you serve a man?"


    Xie Yuchan blushed, "I''ll take care of you later, bathing, dressing... everything."


    Xie Yong sighed, unsure what to say.


    In the main room, Cui Yi washed his hands and dried them with the towel Chiyong handed him. About to lie back down, Chiyong stopped him, "Rest in the chair for a bit. The bedding needs changing." She replaced the sweaty sheets with fresh ones.


    "These past few days have been tough on you," Cui Yi settled into the clean bed, sipping plum tea Chiyong brought, feeling refreshed.


    Chiyong teased, "Didn''t Miss Xie say she took care of you?"


    Cui Yi hummed ambiguously, eyeing her sideways, "Should I marry this virtuous wife?"


    Chiyong replied cheerfully, "Good idea."


    Cui Yi was speechless.


    Chiyong smiled, seeing his displeasure, "Do you really want to marry her?"


    Cui Yi absentmindedly answered, "I don''t know, maybe later."


    The change from "maybe later" instead of a firm "no" didn''t escape Chiyong''s notice. Over the past few days, Xie Yuchan''s attentive care softened Cui Yi''s attitude towards her, though he remained irritable.


    Their relationship had improved, leaving Chiyong uncertain whether to be happy or sad.

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    The plague was eventually suppressed by Cui Yi and the generals of the western camp, without reporting to Emperor Jianyuan. The dead soldiers'' deaths were covered up as diseases, with compensation to their families.


    Chiyong specially thanked Cheng Fengyi for her efforts.


    The prescription written by Concubine Cheng had been kept. If everything went as planned, in two and a half years, Cui Yi would be exiled to Gan Prefecture, a desolate place that only existed in her imagination, where it was unlikely for there to be any competent doctors. It was always better to prepare ahead of time.


    If she couldn''t bring Concubine Cheng with her to Gan Prefecture, then within these two years, she needed to get closer to her and learn as much medical knowledge as possible for future use.


    The first day of the seventh month was the wedding date that Cheng Hu had previously told Cui Yi about. Chi Ying thought this was an excellent opportunity. On one hand, the Cheng family had shown kindness to Cui Yi, so he needed to personally visit and thank them. On the other hand, with the relationship between Baili Zan and Zhai Rang, it would be easier to win over Cheng Hu.


    Cui Yi didn''t mind going to the banquet, but when Chi Ying expressed her desire to go with him, he refused.


    "Why do you want to go?" Cui Yi lay diagonally on the general''s couch, his legs swinging on the edge of the wooden table, looking at her coldly. "Are you planning to flirt with someone under my name again?"


    Chi Ying laughed heartily, "Your Highness is astute. I want to flirt with Miss Cheng."


    Cui Yi grunted and crossed his legs. Chi Ying then moved to the other side to continue massaging his legs.


    Cui Yi asked, "Why flirt with her if she''s already married?"


    Chi Ying smiled, "Even after marriage, flirting is still possible. Miss Cheng''s late mother was a disciple of the Medicine King. I want to learn some healing skills from her. In the future, if Your Highness falls ill or gets injured, we won''t need to trouble others to come over."


    Cui Yi thought it made sense and nodded, "Then come with me."


    "Thank you, Your Highness!"


    "Wear a brighter dress. Don''t look like you''re attending a funeral. That''s inauspicious."


    "...Yes."


    Cheng Hu was marrying off his daughter, not to royalty, nor to high officials or wealthy merchants, but to a poor scholar who only had two acres of land and three chickens. Even the ox for plowing in spring had to be borrowed from a neighboring village. The colleagues who received the invitations were puzzled. With Cheng Hu''s prestige in court, finding a good husband for his daughter wouldn''t have been difficult. Why did he choose to make her suffer?


    In response to his friends'' questions, Cheng Hu just laughed and changed the subject, inviting everyone to sit down and drink wine.


    When Cui Yi came to congratulate, he became the most distinguished guest in the entire Ministry of Rites mansion. All the seated officials hurriedly stood up to greet him. Cui Yi casually waved his hand, "I''m just here as a guest. There''s no need for all the formalities, lords."


    The officials retreated respectfully, speculating in their hearts. Cui Yi usually looked down on scholars and never interacted with civil officials in court. Why would he come to congratulate the Cheng family''s daughter? When did he and Cheng Hu become close? Among these officials were also confidants of the Crown Prince, pretending to drink with their colleagues while secretly observing Cui Yi''s movements.


    However, Cui Yi had no intention of doing anything. He presented his congratulations and thanked Cheng Hu for his daughter''s previous life-saving grace, and then sat down like any other guest, eating and drinking.


    The confidants of the Crown Prince were perplexed.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    While everyone''s attention was focused on Cui Yi, it gave Chi Ying a perfect cover. After obtaining Cheng Hu''s permission, she directly went to the bridal chamber in the backyard.


    Inside the bridal chamber, Cheng Fengyi had already lifted the red veil and was directing, "Get rid of those things on the bed! How can anyone sit here? Also, fetch some dishes from the kitchen. I''m starving."


    The maid said nervously, "But Miss, it''s not proper."


    Cheng Fengyi glared, "Proper? What propriety? I am the propriety! Go quickly!"


    "Sister Cheng has such a bold spirit, truly a woman who rivals men," Chi Ying entered with a food box, smiling. "I made some longan red bean cakes this morning. If you don''t mind, have some to tide you over."


    Hearing there was food, Cheng Fengyi immediately treated her like a dear friend, gratefully holding her hand, "No need to be so formal. Sister comes from a noble family. If you don''t mind, let''s call each other sisters! ����Give me a piece of that red bean cake."


    Chi Ying chuckled, not expecting her to be so hungry, and hurriedly opened the food box. The first layer neatly arranged twelve pieces of pinkish-white cakes, revealing longan flesh, red beans, sesame seeds, and other fillings. Cheng Fengyi took a bite and was almost moved to tears, "So delicious! Sister has such skills. His Highness is truly fortunate."


    "I''m fifteen this year..."


    "Oh, I''m two years older. Let''s call you sister. Sister, sit and eat together. There''s tea here, come."


    Flirting was easier than expected. With just a box of cakes, Chi Ying gained a sister.


    While the two women enjoyed the cakes and chatted in the bridal chamber, Cui Yi sat alone at the banquet table, drinking by himself.


    Most of the guests at the banquet were civil officials who knew he looked down on scholars. No one dared to approach him, merely offering a toast before returning to their seats. Thus, while other tables were filled with laughter and joy, Cui Yi''s table was empty and cold.


    Despite his dislike for scholars, being ignored like this certainly wasn''t pleasant. Bored, Cui Yi played with his wine cup, occasionally glancing towards the door leading to the backyard.


    She had been gone for so long. Why hadn''t she returned yet? Leaving him alone here to drink was unacceptable!


    He wasn''t interested in the dishes; he just wanted to end this social event quickly and return home to lie on the general''s couch and let Chi Ying massage him.


    "Your Highness," Zhai Rang apologized after making rounds with toasts, "We haven''t entertained you well. Please forgive us."


    Cui Yi nodded indifferently, and Zhai Rang sat down to serve him food, cautiously saying, "Your Highness has just recovered from illness and should take care of your health. You shouldn''t drink too much wine."


    Cui Yi asked, "You and Baili Zan are from the same hometown?"


    Zhai Rang nodded, "This humble person has known Brother Wenyu since childhood and studied under the same teacher."


    Unlike Baili Zan, who was confident and articulate, Zhai Rang appeared to be an ordinary scholar, thin and short, with unremarkable looks. He spoke and acted cautiously, the type who would never amount to much in officialdom without external help.


    What did Cheng Hu see in him? And what did Cheng Fengyi see in him? Cui Yi remained outwardly calm but wondered inwardly.


    "The Crown Prince arrives!"


    Everyone in the courtyard was stirred. Cui Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the drooping flower gate. Soon, Crown Prince Cui Jie arrived grandly with a group of palace maids and eunuchs.


    Cheng Hu quickly walked to the front of the crowd, lifting his robe to kneel, "Welcome, Crown Prince."


    Cui Jie put his hands behind his back and casually said, "Rise." Then he surveyed the surroundings, noting the red silk decorations everywhere. "Lord Cheng''s house is lively. Are you having a celebration?"


    Cheng Hu stood aside and replied, "Yes, my daughter is getting married today."


    Cui Jie didn''t look at him, instead scanning every face present. The officials immediately lowered their heads, wishing they could disappear.


    "So it''s Lord Cheng''s daughter''s wedding. Such a grand event, why didn''t someone notify me? I would have prepared a gift," Cui Jie said.


    Cheng Hu couldn''t answer. He bowed his head submissively.


    Marriage was a personal affair, and the host had the right to invite whomever they wished. Even Emperor Jianyuan had no authority to interfere. But with the Crown Prince standing in Cheng Hu''s yard and asking this question, Cheng Hu couldn''t respond, "I didn''t plan to invite Your Highness," nor could he say, "Your Highness is busy, and I didn''t want to disturb you." Any answer would be wrong.


    During his silence, Cui Jie spotted the kneeling Cui Yi and walked towards him, causing everyone to hastily step aside.


    Cui Yi stared blankly at the ground until the dragon-patterned black boots appeared in his vision. He then said indifferently, "Your brother greets you, Crown Prince."


    "Brother, you sure got the news fast. Why didn''t you inform me?" Cui Jie''s words were gentle but carried a chill.


    Cui Yi lied casually, "I didn''t know beforehand."


    Cui Jie''s lips curled into a smile, intrigued, "Oh? Then how did you end up here?"


    "It was this servant who dragged Your Highness here."


    Chi Ying returned from the bridal chamber and heard Eunuch Fu De announce, "The Crown Prince arrives!" She hid behind the arched gate, intending to avoid confrontation. However, sensing Cui Jie''s malicious intent towards Cui Yi, she knew he wouldn''t come up with a plausible excuse. So, she stepped forward bravely.


    "Slave pays respects to the Crown Prince," Chi Ying knelt behind Cui Yi and explained, "This slave and Miss Cheng are old acquaintances. I received the invitation early but feared Your Highness wouldn''t like interacting with civil officials, so I delayed informing you. Today, I tricked Your Highness here."


    Cui Jie''s gaze became more meaningful, his smile unwavering, his eyes lingering on the small patch of white skin visible above Chi Ying''s collar��smooth and flawless, not showing signs of disease.


    "Is that so?" Cui Jie didn''t want to ruin his reputation, so he turned and beckoned. Eunuch Fu De approached with a beautifully wrapped box.


    Cui Jie handed the box to Cheng Hu, "A small token. Congratulations to the newlyweds."


    Cheng Hu accepted it with both hands raised, "Thank you, Crown Prince."


    Bringing gifts to deliberately cause trouble wasn''t typical of Cui Jie''s style. Chi Ying was puzzled. Even if he learned Cui Yi was attending Cheng Hu''s banquet, he wouldn''t impulsively show up to ruin the event.


    "I have many reports to review. I''ll take my leave now. Continue enjoying yourselves, lords."


    Cui Jie left graciously, and the officials kneeling in the yard breathed a sigh of relief.


    One of Cheng Hu''s close friends complained, "Lord Cheng, you''ve put us in a tough spot. If the Crown Prince reports to the Emperor that we''re forming cliques, what will happen?"


    "So that''s it..." Chi Ying understood.


    "What do you mean?" Cui Yi frowned unhappily.


    Chi Ying whispered, "The Crown Prince didn''t come here to embarrass Lord Cheng or intimidate Your Highness. He came to warn the other guests��he''s identified everyone present."


    Cui Yi''s eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressed tightly.


    "If anyone dares oppose me, I''ll report to the Emperor...that they conspired with the Martial King to rebel," Chi Ying enunciated slowly.

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    It had been a month since Xie Yuchan and her brother arrived in the capital. Apart from Xie Yuchan declaring herself the future princess consort and ordering the servants around, nothing else was mentioned about the supposed engagement.


    Chi Ying considered it inappropriate to delay further. Not only would it bother her, but if Cui Yi ultimately refused to marry Xie Yuchan, it would be hard to explain to the Xie family. After all, they had wasted their daughter''s time.


    Thus, during her monthly visit to pay respects to Consort Duan, Chi Ying tactfully brought up the matter.


    "You didn''t mention it, but yes, there was such a thing," Consort Duan held her hand and strolled through the imperial garden. "Back then, Yi was only nine. The Emperor accompanied my elder sister back to Xuanzhou for a visit. Coincidentally, Yuchan was celebrating her first birthday, and she picked up my sister''s Phoenix-pointed jade hairpin during the ceremony. Everyone said she had a prosperous destiny, so my sister jokingly suggested pre-arranging the marriage."


    Chi Ying nodded worriedly, and Consort Duan continued, "I wasn''t there, but my sister mentioned it later. No one took it seriously, considering Yi was still the crown prince then. Marriage decisions couldn''t be made so casually."


    The Empress Dowager made a casual joke in front of her relatives, which the Xie family took seriously. With Cui Yi still unmarried, they believed he was waiting for their daughter, leading to the current situation.


    Empress Dowager had joked, and Cui Yi was now just a prince. If the Emperor knew the Xie family''s intentions, he might agree to the marriage.


    Chi Ying felt uneasy, unsure why.


    "How does Yi get along with Yuchan?" Consort Duan asked.


    "Miss Xie is very clingy. His Highness finds it overwhelming, but he doesn''t seem to dislike her," Chi Ying answered truthfully.


    Consort Duan smiled warmly, "Yuchan is spoiled and has childish tantrums. Unlike you, she isn''t as mature. Be more tolerant of her."


    Chi Ying responded politely.


    Consort Duan mused aloud, "Yi is getting older. He should marry soon. Rather than letting the Emperor or Empress arrange a marriage with a stranger, it''s better to find someone reliable within our circle. Yuchan is practically his cousin, and the Xie family is well-off. The Emperor might agree."


    Chi Ying instinctively blurted out, "But His Highness may not accept."


    Consort Duan smiled, assuming she was concerned, "The Emperor indulges Yi because of his affection for my elder sister and because there hasn''t been a suitable match. Although Yuchan isn''t ideal, the Xie family''s conditions are rare opportunities. With you by his side, even if the future princess consort can''t manage household affairs, it won''t be a problem."


    "Imperial decree cannot be defied," Consort Duan added, "As long as the Emperor decrees, Yi must marry."


    Chi Ying bit her lip but swallowed her words.


    Indeed, parental orders and matchmakers'' arrangements couldn''t be denied. Although Consort Duan had raised Cui Yi, he wasn''t her biological son. To secure her position, she needed to tie him to her niece, ensuring mutual reliance.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Chi Ying recalled that in the previous life, Consort Duan''s son, Seventh Prince Cui Xiang, was implicated alongside the Changsun family due to the Crown Prince''s machinations.


    Allying with the Xie and Ye families might not be beneficial.


    Chi Ying returned home, anxious. Before stepping inside, Cui Yi stormed out angrily, nearly colliding with her.


    "Your Highness, where are you rushing to..." "Don''t let her follow!"


    Cao Qian led the horse Jin Wu over from the side door. Cui Yi leaped onto the horse and galloped away.


    Chi Ying watched him disappear.


    "Brother Yingrong, wait for me!" Xie Yuchan chased out, pouting when she saw Chi Ying. "It''s you again! Where''s Brother Yingrong? Hand him over!"


    Chi Ying calmly replied, "His Highness rode Jin Wu to the western camp for training."


    Xie Yuchan pouted, "Training, training, always training. Can''t he spend time with me?"


    She had fully immersed herself in her role, leaving Chi Ying speechless.


    "Hey."


    "Do you mean me?"


    Xie Yuchan arrogantly crossed her arms, "Who else would I mean? You dare to hide him from me?"


    Xiaoqiu, Chi Ying''s maid, grew furious. Since Chi Ying''s marriage to Cui Yi as a concubine, Xiaoqiu had always felt indignant. With Xie Yuchan''s arrival, she constantly belittled Chi Ying, making Xiaoqiu seethe with anger.


    "You think you''re something special? Dare to insult my mistress!" Xiaoqiu grabbed Xie Yuchan''s collar.


    Xie Yuchan screamed, "What are you doing! Let go! Someone help!"


    Chi Ying tried to intervene, "Xiaoqiu, stop! Let''s talk this out."


    But Xiaoqiu ignored her and slapped Xie Yuchan twice, leaving her face swollen and crying.


    Servants eventually separated them. Xie Yong rushed over, holding his sobbing sister, glaring suspiciously at Xiaoqiu. "What happened?"


    Xie Yuchan clung to her brother, crying, "They insulted me and hit me!"


    Xie Yong looked shocked, "What? Lady, is this true?"


    Caught between Xiaoqiu''s rage and Xie Yong''s indignation, Chi Ying found herself in a dilemma. Weighing her options, she finally decided to apologize.


    "I failed to discipline my maid. I apologize for her actions," Chi Ying knelt.


    Xie Yuchan, feeling vindicated, demanded, "Apologies aren''t enough. She must kneel and beg forgiveness."


    Xiaoqiu, still enraged, shouted, "Dream on!"


    "Xiaoqiu!" Chi Ying pulled her back, "Kneel."


    "No!"


    Chi Ying sternly ordered, "Will you disobey me now? Kneel!"


    Xiaoqiu reluctantly knelt, tears streaming down her face.


    Chi Ying followed suit, "My maid offended Miss Xie. As her master, I take responsibility. Please forgive her."


    Xie Yuchan, now satisfied, smirked triumphantly.


    "This..." Xie Yong was also troubled. "Lady, please rise. Xiaoqiu, please rise. My sister also behaved improperly. Let''s end this here."


    Chi Ying remained expressionless, "Thank you, sir."


    After Xie Yong calmed his sister, Xiaoqiu burst into tears, hugging Chi Ying, "Mistress, I''m sorry! I caused you trouble."


    The other servants comforted them, wiping Xiaoqiu''s tears.


    "Don''t cry, Xiaoqiu," Chi Ying hugged her, "I''m sorry. You were defending me. His Highness needs Consort Duan''s support, so we can''t offend the Xie family. You had to apologize. You''ve suffered for me."


    Maintaining me, yet I did something so excessive. I am the one who wronged you."


    Xiaoqiu hugged her and cried sadly, "Madam, please don''t say that. It''s my fault. I will never disobey you again!"


    Chi Ying held back her tears, wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye, and said, "Don''t worry, you won''t suffer in vain. I will definitely repay this debt twofold."


    Xie Yuchan, you want to be the Princess of Wu so much? Then I''ll make sure your wish won''t come true!


    The slap incident ended with Chi Ying and Xiaoqiu kneeling down. No one went to report it to Cui Yi. Xie Yong didn''t want to complicate things further, while the other servants in the mansion were all eagerly waiting to see how Chi Ying would retaliate against the arrogant Miss Xie.


    A few days later, on a rest day, Cui Yi woke up later than usual. In his daze, he kept hearing some rustling sounds in the room but couldn''t make out what they were. Annoyed, he opened his eyes and sat up, only to see Chi Ying sitting in front of the dressing table in plain white underclothes, burying her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling slightly.


    The muffled sobs came in waves, exactly the noise that disturbed his sleep.


    "What''s wrong?" Cui Yi realized something was wrong and instantly lost all his sleepiness. He got out of bed and walked towards her.


    Chi Ying immediately stopped crying and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, "No-nothing, nothing!"


    Cui Yi lifted her lowered head and saw her swollen red eyes, frowning, "You''re crying like this and still say it''s nothing? What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"


    Chi Ying shook her head again. Cui Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Is it that Xie girl bullying you again?"


    "No..."


    "If she didn''t bully you, why are you crying?"


    Chi Ying sobbed as she spoke, "Your Highness and Miss Xie had an engagement since the time Empress Dowager Xiaoling was alive. She will eventually become the Lady of Wu Mansion. I''m just a concubine, a servant. Being scolded by the lady of the house or even kowtowing and apologizing is normal. It doesn''t count as bullying, it''s just... it''s just that I feel..."


    Before she could finish, Cui Yi exploded, "What engagement! Where is there an engagement! How come I don''t know about it? Did she insult you? And made you kneel and kowtow? Unbelievable! Come here!"


    Chi Ying quickly held him back, "Your Highness, forget it. Such things will happen more often in the future. You get used to it. I''m fine, really."


    "Forget it? Get used to it?" Cui Yi roared like a lion, "I''m not dead yet. When did it become her turn to run the household?"


    His roar drew all the servants in the courtyard, who gathered outside the door, wondering what was going on.


    Chi Ying''s handkerchief was soaked with tears. Cui Yi cupped her face and said seriously, "Remember, there is only one Princess of Wu in this world, and that''s you."

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    Afterwards, Cui Yi wanted to go find trouble with the Xie siblings in the guest room, but Chi Ying dragged him back, persuading him until he reluctantly suppressed his anger.


    But for several days afterwards, whenever Cui Yi saw Xie Yuchan, his face was as cold as ice, completely ignoring her. Every attempt Xie Yuchan made to get close to him was met with a ruthless rejection, not even touching the hem of his clothes.


    Moreover, the servants in the mansion were instructed not to let the Xie siblings approach within three feet of Chi Ying, and absolutely not allowed to step into the main courtyard. If persuasion failed��"Just attack directly, any injuries will be on my head," Cui Yi said.


    Thus, all the servants in the Wu Mansion were delighted, each showing a look of schadenfreude when they saw Xie Yuchan. The young servants were particularly eager, vying to be the first to beat up Miss Xie.


    All of this was part of Chi Ying''s plan. Cui Yi originally had no good impression of Xie Yuchan; it was only because she had taken care of him during his illness that he showed her some respect. But Xie Yuchan overstepped her bounds and actually made Chi Ying kneel and kowtow!


    As the saying goes, a wife is a man''s face. If someone rips off your clothes and slaps your face, how can you not retaliate?


    It was naturally a good thing that Xie Yuchan couldn''t come to her and show off anymore, but Chi Ying wasn''t happy.


    Because Cui Yi''s reaction far exceeded her expectations.


    She anticipated that Cui Yi would be very angry, sweeping away any good impression he had of Xie Yuchan, acting impulsively, and then being persuaded by her.


    But she didn''t expect him to say such words��"There is only one Princess of Wu in this world, and that''s you."


    In the previous life, Cui Jie also told her, "If I become king, you will surely be queen, walking hand in hand, our love lasting a hundred years." But ultimately, it was just empty talk. Cui Yi wasn''t as eloquent as his brother, unable to say beautiful words like "Among the weak waters, I take only one dipper." But the simpler and more straightforward his words, the stronger the impact on Chi Ying.


    Does he like me so much? Chi Ying repeatedly asked herself in her heart, trying to find evidence in their past interactions to refute this guess.


    Without doubt, she failed.


    From "Since she is Lord Zhangsun''s daughter, I''ll marry her" to "There is only one Princess of Wu in this world, and that''s you," Cui Yi never saw her as a servant or a concubine, but rather as his legally married wife, a partner who shared both honor and disgrace, and after death, someone to whom he could entrust his affairs.


    Thinking about her own purpose, Chi Ying felt deeply guilty.


    "Sigh..."


    "Puff~ What''s wrong with you? You''ve sighed three times in less than an hour. Is there something unhappy bothering you? Tell me, maybe I''ll be amused!"


    Inside the elegant room of the Cheng residence, mint-scented incense burned. Cheng Fengyi, while embroidering a handkerchief, teased her.


    Chi Ying put down her pen and lay flat on the desk, "If I tell you, you''ll definitely laugh at me."


    Cheng Fengyi smiled and threaded the needle, "I won''t laugh. Go ahead."


    Chi Ying slowly said, "I think His Highness likes me too much."


    Cheng Fengyi was first stunned, then burst into laughter, "Hasn''t anyone told you that showing off your love leads to quick deaths?"A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    "I knew you''d laugh at me. Forget it, I won''t say anymore." Chi Ying sat up, flipped through a few pages of a book, and copied down a prescription for treating typhoid fever.


    Cheng Fengyi stopped laughing and became serious, "Continue talking. Why should he not like you? Isn''t it good that he likes you? What are you worried about? Do you want him not to like you?"


    Chi Ying copied the thick medical book word by word, absent-mindedly saying, "But His Highness will eventually marry. If he can''t tolerate another woman, what will happen?"


    Cheng Fengyi put down her embroidery frame and sighed, "My dear sister, you are the only one who busies yourself finding a proper wife for your own husband. Zicheng told me that you and Mr. Baili wanted to match me with His Highness, right?"


    Being reminded of her scheming, Chi Ying blushed, defending herself, "At that time, I didn''t know you and Master Zhai were in love..."


    Cheng Fengyi waved her hand generously, "Forget it. I really don''t understand what you''re thinking. To actively offer your own man to share with another woman��were I in your place, if Zicheng wanted to remarry, I''d hang myself with a rope and be done with it."


    Chi Ying hesitated, "Sister, don''t say that..."


    "But I dare say he wouldn''t dare." Cheng Fengyi lowered her head to embroider two stitches, then couldn''t help asking, "What are you really thinking? His Highness likes you, so he doesn''t want to bring another woman to overshadow you. Yet you keep trying to find him a wife. How do you think he feels? Now he indulges you, loves you, and lets you have your way. But what about later? When one day he loses patience and truly falls for someone else, you''ll regret what you said today."


    Cheng Fengyi''s words struck Chi Ying like a bell, awakening her to a realization��everything she had accomplished so far, recommending strategists to Cui Yi, openly arranging his marriage, was all due to his indulgence. If one day he truly fell for another woman, she would become yesterday''s leftovers, possibly kicked out, and all her plans would become mere illusions.


    Even if Cui Yi ascended the throne, if his heart no longer belonged to Zhangsun Chi Ying, the fate of the Zhangsun family would remain uncertain.


    Too hasty, Chi Ying took a deep breath. She had been fixated on her impending death six years later, wanting to achieve everything quickly, overlooking the most crucial element in this game��the heart of Cui Yi. Without securing his heart, no matter how meticulously planned, none of her strategies could be realized.


    Her plan included everything except securing Cui Yi''s heart.


    From the beginning, she had gone astray, but fortunately, it wasn''t too late.


    Copying books until near the third watch, Cheng Fengyi needed to accompany her father in compiling pre-dynastic texts, so Chi Ying bade farewell, carrying a stack of copied prescriptions home.


    Sitting in the carriage, Xiaoqiu said, "I think what Madam Cheng said makes sense. You need to secure His Highness''s heart to have a good life in the future. You should quickly give His Highness a little prince! That way, even if he changes his mind, your status in the mansion won''t change."


    Chi Ying laughed, "You think I haven''t thought of that? Marriage has lasted so long, and His Highness has only touched me once. Where will the child come from? Want to bear one for me?"


    Xiaoqiu waved her hands, "Please don''t joke with me, Madam. I''m still waiting for you to tire of me and arrange a good marriage for me."


    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, "Then wait, perhaps in a hundred years, I might tire of you."


    The mistress and maid chatted happily in the carriage, heading back to the mansion.


    Reaching a certain point, the surroundings suddenly became noisy, and the carriage slowed down, finally stopping.


    Curious, Chi Ying pulled back the curtain and saw a sea of people blocking the road. "Xiaoqiu, go see what''s happening."


    Xiaoqiu jumped out of the carriage, and Chi Ying waited inside, looking out the opposite window.


    By the roadside was a tavern with a sign reading "Donglai Tavern." Chi Ying felt an inexplicable familiarity.


    Before she could ponder it, Xiaoqiu returned and reported, "Madam, there''s a person selling themselves to bury their father at the intersection ahead, being bullied by a group of rich kids."


    "What!" Chi Ying couldn''t believe it. Nobles harassing commoners on the street without any officials intervening? She immediately got out of the carriage, "Where is it? Take me there."


    After getting out, the street corner seemed strangely familiar. Chi Ying rarely went out, usually traveling by carriage or sedan chair, and she was sure she hadn''t been here before, yet the strange familiarity persisted.


    Xiaoqiu pushed through the crowd, "Excuse me, excuse me!"


    Chi Ying followed, squeezing through the crowd with difficulty.


    At a stone drum at the street corner, several well-dressed young men whistled and surrounded a person in mourning attire, kicking and shoving him, laughing wildly.


    "Stop!" Chi Ying shouted angrily, stepping forward, "In broad daylight, under the emperor''s rule, bullying a poor soul��where is justice?"


    The young men, finding a new target for harassment, immediately surrounded Chi Ying, each lecherous and smirking. One even boldly tried to touch her chin, only to be slapped away.


    Instead of getting angry, the young man laughed harder, rubbing his hand and continuing to approach, "Are you trying to catch our attention? I like bold women like you. Come here, give me a kiss." As he reached out to embrace her,

 feisty

    Chi Ying stood up for the poor man selling himself to bury his father, immediately drawing all the hostility towards herself.


    These young noblemen, clearly bored and lacking education or martial skills, were notorious for harassing men and women, causing trouble, and disturbing the peace. Dressed splendidly but hollow inside.


    "Oh, what a heroic heart!"


    "She''s feisty, I like it!"


    They abandoned their original target and surrounded Chi Ying instead, each grinning and leering. One even dared to reach out and touch her chin, only to be slapped away.


    Instead of getting angry, the young man laughed harder, rubbing his hand and continuing to approach, "Are you trying to catch our attention? I like bold women like you. Come here, give me a kiss." As he reached out to embrace her,


    the man in mourning attire, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, towering over them, his face angular and gaunt, jaw covered in stubble, eyes fierce.


    "Huh, it''s a man?" Chi Ying widened her eyes in surprise.


    The man scanned the crowd of noblemen coldly, his voice low, "Whoever touches her will regret it."


    Though dressed in patched clothes, his face and hands were clean, exuding an intimidating aura. Wherever his gaze landed, silence followed.


    "A beggar dares to play hero in front of us? Don''t overestimate yourself." A green-robed nobleman reacted first, charging forward to punch him.


    The man in mourning dodged with a half-step, avoiding the punch, and kicked him hard. The nobleman screamed, tumbling through the air and landing heavily on the ground.


    The others, shocked, watched as the man clenched his fist, knuckles cracking menacingly.


    "Get him together!" Someone shouted, and six or seven noblemen and their attendants rushed forward, hoping to overwhelm him with numbers.


    The man in mourning sneered.


    Moments later, bodies lay scattered across the street, groaning and unable to rise. None could withstand a single move from him, knocked down and left crying out in pain.


    One of the less injured, a red-robed nobleman, shouted defiantly from the ground, "You filthy beggar, don''t get cocky. My father is a high-ranking official. Wait until I tell him, you''ll spend the rest of your life in jail!"


    The man remained expressionless, "A real man fears no power. Even if you imprison my body, you cannot break my spirit."


    At that moment, the crowd parted, revealing several guards with steel spears clearing the path for the approaching figure��Prince Crown Heir Cui Jie.


    Chi Ying suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she had accompanied Cui Jie in a carriage passing by here. They encountered someone selling themselves to bury their father, and Cui Jie generously provided a substantial sum for the burial. Half a month later, the man came to thank him and offered his services. Cui Jie, always fond of talent, recruited him.


    This man was Yang Qiong, who later became the commander of the Divine Martial Army, highly favored by Emperor Cui Jie.


    Surprised by her accidental luck, Chi Ying realized that now that she had arrived before Cui Jie, she would ensure Yang Qiong would not fall into his hands.


    Cui Jie, returning from outside the city, wore casual clothes. He glanced at the fallen noblemen and scrutinized Yang Qiong carefully before turning his gaze to Chi Ying.


    Chi Ying knelt, "Greetings, Your Highness."


    The crowd gasped and knelt down as well, including the fallen noblemen, scrambling to bow.


    "What happened?" Cui Jie, being astute, already guessed the situation and awaited the explanation.


    However, Chi Ying preempted Yang Qiong, "Your Highness, this Mr. Yang��s father passed away, and he lacked money for the funeral. I happened to pass by and wanted to help him with the burial. These people suddenly appeared, obstructing and harassing me. Mr. Yang intervened and subdued them."


    Yang Qiong looked surprised that she knew his surname.


    Cui Jie nodded, satisfied with her explanation.


    "Is that true?"


    The noblemen, unwilling to admit their prolonged harassment, agreed, "Yes, yes..."


    Cui Jie waved dismissively, "Serves you right. Disperse!" and returned to his carriage.


    The crowd dispersed, making way for the Prince''s carriage. Changsun Lingfang, inside the carriage, looked worriedly at her sister, who smiled and shook her head reassuringly.


    "Young lady,"


    Chi Ying turned around as Yang Qiong bowed, "Thank you for helping me. How did you know my name?"


    "There''s no need for formality, sir. I��m already married, so calling me ''young lady'' isn��t appropriate," Chi Ying smiled, taking out a purse from Xiaoqiu and handing it over, "I don''t carry much cash, but here''s ten taels of silver. Please use it to bury your father."


    Yang Qiong hesitated, "That''s too much! A coffin costs only three taels..."


    Chi Ying was about to say something about human value being priceless when the noblemen, seeing the Prince''s carriage depart, gathered again. The red-robed one mocked, "Ten taels of silver? How shameful!"


    Yang Qiong angrily said, "You all!" She couldn''t help but want to hit someone again, but Chi Ying waved her hand and turned to the red-clothed young master with a slight smile: "Young Master might as well say that in front of the Prince."


    The red-clothed young master didn''t take her words seriously at all: "Prince? Hahahaha, which Prince?"


    Chi Ying smiled so gently it was almost unbearable: "Prince Wu, Cui Yi."


    Cui Yi had a notorious temper, and upon hearing his name, the red-clothed young master gasped and took three steps back, trembling as he pointed: "Y-y-you..."Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    The green-clad one hurriedly came forward to bolster him: "What are you afraid of? Prince Wu wouldn''t turn against your father for a servant girl."


    Chi Ying smiled again: "Servant girl? I''m sorry, I am the Princess Consort of Prince Wu."


    This was the first time she publicly called herself the Princess Consort of Prince Wu. In the past, regardless of whether in public or private, she always referred to herself as a concubine. However, after talking with Cheng Fengyi, Chi Ying changed her mind. Since Cui Yi''s favor was the foundation of her actions, she had to maintain this favor at all costs.


    Cui Yi said she was the Princess Consort of Prince Wu, so she was!


    The green-clad young man: "..."


    Yang Qiong: "..."


    The red-clothed young master let out a mournful cry: "I''m doomed!" He fell down, convulsing. The other young nobles were also terrified by Chi Ying''s identity and ran away as fast as they could at the shout of "I''ll go first."


    "Where were we?" Chi Ying originally only intended to scare them, so she didn''t pay much attention and turned back to Yang Qiong.


    Yang Qiong was still shaken: "You... Commoner pays respects to Your Highness!" He quickly knelt down.


    Chi Ying bent over and made a gesture to support him: "Sir Yang, please rise. If I am not mistaken, Sir Yang''s ancestors were General Yang Hai, the Great Northern Guardian during Emperor Wen of Eastern Jing''s reign?"


    Yang Qiong nodded, puzzled: "Yes, how did Your Highness know?"


    Chi Ying casually pointed to the broken straw mat next to where he had just knelt, beside which lay a silver spear: "It was that spear that told me." Of course, she couldn''t tell him that she had heard him recount the history of the Yang family firsthand.


    Yang Qiong sighed in relief: "That is the Silver Moon Spear passed down from our ancestors. To be honest, when my father was ill, I thought about pawning the spear to get money for his treatment, but he firmly refused, saying it was the backbone of the Yang family, even if it meant death..."


    Chi Ying also sighed: "I understand. Please accept this money and bury your father. It is heartbreaking to see the descendant of a famous general reduced to selling himself on the street to bury his father."


    Yang Qiong''s eyes reddened, and he lowered his head in shame: "I have been unfilial... I don''t know how to repay Your Highness''s great kindness."


    "If Sir can live up to your father''s expectations and continue the legacy of the Yang family''s spear, contributing to the country, it will be enough to repay my kindness," Chi Ying smiled.


    Yang Qiong looked at her with mixed emotions, bowed deeply to her, and Chi Ying added: "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, come to Prince Wu''s residence and seek me out. As long as I can help, I will not refuse."


    Although she knew that Yang Qiong, being grateful, would certainly join Prince Wu''s residence, Chi Ying didn''t spell it out, allowing him to think it over. This way, she gave him face. Yang Qiong agreed, and Chi Ying left without delay, accompanied by Xiaoqiu, returning to the residence.


    As soon as she got into the carriage, Xiaoqiu eagerly asked: "That Sir Yang, Lady recognized him as a descendant of a famous general just by looking at the spear? How powerful is the Yang family''s spear? Who is stronger between that Northern Guardian General and His Highness?"


    Chi Ying laughed: "How should I know? Should I summon a Taoist priest to bring General Yang Hai''s soul back to fight with His Highness?"


    Xiaoqiu stuck out her tongue and changed the subject: "Who is stronger between Sir Yang and His Highness?"


    "That''s hard to say," Chi Ying leaned against the carriage wall lazily, "The Yang family''s spear has been passed down for over a thousand years since the Eastern Jing dynasty. If we talk about spear skills alone, His Highness may not be Sir Yang''s match. But His Highness has extensive battlefield experience, far surpassing Sir Yang in combat techniques and experience. In a real battle, pure martial arts are not enough. Sometimes, strategic planning and tactics, which seem abstract, play a decisive role in determining the outcome of a war. That''s why people say that one can win battles thousands of miles away by strategizing within the tent."


    Xiaoqiu looked at her admiringly: "So Lady also understands military strategy. I never knew before."


    Chi Ying smiled but didn''t explain: "Your Lady knows many things, you''ll find out later."


    ---


    Back at the residence, Cao Qian was walking over from the stables.


    "General Cao?" Chi Ying was surprised to see him there at this hour, "Has His Highness returned?"


    Cao Qian''s face was pale, and he whispered urgently: "His Highness just returned from the palace, and he is in a very bad mood. Lady must be careful."


    Chi Ying nodded doubtfully, intending to ask what happened but decided against it, thinking he probably wouldn''t know. So she simply said, "Understood, thank you, General Cao."


    Cui Yi went to the palace? For what, to pay respects? No, if he planned to visit the palace in the afternoon, he should have informed her beforehand. If not to pay respects, then what? Full of questions, Chi Ying quickened her pace.


    In the courtyard, maids and servants were whispering among themselves. Chi Ying approached and asked, "Is His Highness inside?"


    A maid replied, "Yes, His Highness is in a terrible mood��"


    Before she finished speaking, there was a loud crash inside the room. Chi Ying immediately ordered everyone to stay put and rushed in.


    On the floor, a wine pot was shattered into pieces. Cui Yi was still wearing his armor, sitting on the couch, panting heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly very angry. Chi Ying hurriedly stepped around the shards and approached him: "What happened, Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi suddenly raised his head and glared at her viciously. Chi Ying was at a loss and sat beside him, taking off his helmet and unbuttoning his collar: "Did something upset you? Tell me, it might make you feel better."


    Cui Yi clenched his fists on his knees and said coldly: "You did this yourself, how could you not know?"


    Chi Ying shook her head innocently: "I really don''t know. Did Your Highness blame me for going to Chengfu today instead of accompanying you to the palace?"


    Cui Yi gritted his teeth: "This afternoon, I was training troops at the western camp when Father suddenly summoned me, saying he needed to talk."


    Chi Ying gently helped him remove his armor, neatly folding it aside, and then looked at him: "What did the Emperor want to discuss?"


    Cui Yi said, "When I arrived at Wansheng Palace, I found the Empress and Mother Consort Duan were also there."


    Chi Ying immediately understood: "Was it about Miss Xie? Is it Mother Consort Duan''s idea? Does the Empress agree?"


    "You''re pretending to be innocent!" Cui Yi exploded, grabbing her wrist as she wiped his sweat: "You were the one who arranged everything!"


    Cui Yi''s grip was so strong that Chi Ying winced in pain but dared not cry out, biting her lip: "How could I? Miss Xie has always been hostile towards me, why would I hope for you to marry her?"


    Cui Yi snorted: "Who else could it be? I told Father that I only wanted you, no more marriages. But Mother Consort Duan said you agreed to it. Could she have wronged you?"


    Chi Ying defended herself: "This is indeed unfair! When I visited Songya Palace last time, Mother Consort Duan herself mentioned wanting you to marry Miss Xie. At that time, I said you wouldn''t agree, but she insisted that royal decrees cannot be ignored."


    Cui Yi''s brows twitched slightly, and he released her wrist. Chi Ying held her sore wrist, sweating profusely: "I shouldn''t have presumed to plan your marriage without understanding your wishes. But what is so good about Miss Xie? There are many more beautiful and gentle ladies in the capital. Besides, she treats me poorly. Why would I wish for you to marry her?"


    "Hmph," Cui Yi remained cold, seemingly unconvinced.


    Chi Ying sighed: "Your Highness holds me in too high regard. I am not a saint, just an ordinary woman who wants to spend her life with one person. If you weren''t a prince, would I have advised you to marry another woman? Since you said you have no interest in the throne, isn''t it best if you love only me?"


    "When did I say I loved you?" Cui Yi suddenly countered.


    Chi Ying: "..."


    Caught off guard, Chi Ying didn''t know what to say: "I... uh, I thought..."


    Cui Yi watched her confusion with amusement, then couldn''t help but smirk. Realizing he was teasing her, Chi Ying felt both embarrassed and annoyed: "Your Highness!"


    Cui Yi chuckled and pulled her into his arms: "You look much more interesting than usual just now."


    Chi Ying was exasperated: "What do you mean by interesting? You usually don''t joke around."


    After removing his armor, Cui Yi wore only a simple brown-red warrior robe, soaked in sweat. The faint scent of sweat wafted from his collar. Held tightly by his strong arms, Chi Ying felt a tremor at the natural scent, different from the dragon marrow incense used by the previous Cui Jie. She hugged his waist and nuzzled his shoulder.


    Cui Jie once brought her unparalleled sweetness, making every day feel like a dream, making her feel like the luckiest and happiest woman in the world. But Cui Yi wasn''t romantic; he focused on eating, sleeping, and training. He spoke little and had a poker face, yet being close to him brought a sense of security, as if nothing could go wrong.

 sweet as honey

    "What''s wrong?" Cui Yi asked, his tone indicating he was no longer angry, even somewhat elated.


    Chi Ying smiled: "Are you not angry anymore?"


    Cui Yi grunted noncommittally: "Go get some hot water ready, I need to bathe."


    Chi Ying went out to lift the high-pressure warning, and the maids and servants quickly prepared the hot water.


    Cui Yi sank into the bathtub, resting his arms on the rim, sighing in comfort. Chi Ying opened a package of herbs and sprinkled them into the water. Cui Yi asked curiously: "What''s this?"


    "Some herbs to relieve fatigue, given by Sister Cheng," Chi Ying stirred the herbs and began washing him.


    Cui Yi nodded approvingly: "You two seem to get along."


    Chi Ying smiled: "Sister Cheng is kind, I copied many health recipes from her. I''ll cook soup for Your Highness later."


    Cui Yi laid his head on the rim, letting her wash his back. Chi Ying added: "By the way, there''s something I need to tell you."


    "What is it?"


    "Do you know Yang Hai?"


    Cui Yi half-closed his eyes: "Yes, the Great Northern Guardian during Emperor Wen of Eastern Jing''s reign, stationed in Bancheng��now about five hundred li outside Ganzhou''s Juexia Pass, which was under Eastern Jing''s jurisdiction at the time. He guarded the area for fifteen years, ensuring peace between Eastern Jing and Yucang. It''s said that after his death, the secret was kept for three years, and the minorities beyond the pass dared not approach Bancheng within ten li."


    Chi Ying was surprised: "How do you know so much?"


    Cui Yi snorted: "I''ve always admired General Yang Hai. One day, Da Chu will reclaim Bancheng."


    Chi Ying laughed and poured water over his hair. Cui Yi wiped his face and asked: "Why the sudden question?"


    "Well, I met a descendant of General Yang Hai on the way back today."


    Cui Yi sneered: "Descendant of General Yang Hai? And then what, you tried to charm him?"


    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing: "I saw him selling himself on the street to bury his father, so I gave him ten taels of silver."


    Cui Yi scoffed: "Probably a scam. Just because he claims to be Yang Hai''s descendant, you believed him?"


    Chi Ying explained: "He had the Silver Moon Spear passed down from General Yang Hai, so it''s unlikely to be fake. As for his abilities, Your Highness can test him personally. If he''s a fraud, we can throw him out."


    Cui Yi wasn''t interested in scholars but had some interest in warriors, especially those linked to his childhood idol. So he asked: "Where is he?"


    "He should be burying his father. I told him to come to the residence if he needs help, so he''ll probably show up in a few days. Do you want to spar with him?" Chi Ying teased, "Didn''t you fantasize about sparring with General Yang Hai when you were young?"


    Cui Yi snorted but didn''t deny it.


    Days passed, and Yang Qiong didn''t come, but Emperor Jianyuan and Consort Duan sent envoys to persuade Cui Yi and Chi Ying about marrying Xie Yuchan.


    Cui Yi adamantly refused, infuriating Emperor Jianyuan, who couldn''t force him. He grew more gray hairs worrying about it.


    Consort Duan tried to persuade Chi Ying through various means, but Chi Ying feigned innocence, showing her bruised wrist to prove she had tried. Seeing her injuries, Consort Duan backed off.


    "Your Highness shouldn''t anger the Emperor. Parents always worry about their children''s marriages," Chi Ying said while combing her hair, finding Cui Yi''s frustrated scratching particularly amusing.


    In the sweltering August heat, Cui Yi sat shirtless, wearing only thin silk pants, looking distracted.


    Chi Ying finished combing her hair and tidied up the accessories. Finally, Cui Yi lost patience: "What are you still doing?"


    "If Your Highness is tired, go to sleep," Chi Ying replied naturally.


    Cui Yi''s face darkened, silent.


    Chi Ying reached for her earrings and paused, turning to look at him in surprise: "Your Highness wants to..."


    Cui Yi continued to remain silent, glaring at her ominously.


    Chi Ying laughed, stopped tidying up, blew out the lamp, and moved to the bed, hugging his neck in the darkness: "What got into Your Highness tonight?"The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Cui Yi eagerly pushed her onto the bed, pulling open her clothes, kissing her hungrily like a starved wolf.


    Chi Ying was puzzled. They had been married for nearly half a year, and Cui Yi had always seemed indifferent. She even wondered if he preferred men due to his military lifestyle. But seeing his behavior tonight, it seemed she hadn''t been attentive enough.


    "Ow! Your Highness, gentler!"


    Cui Yi''s hands, calloused from holding spears, were rough and strong. Chi Ying feared her ribs would break and quickly spoke up.


    Cui Yi loosened his grip: "Did I hurt you?"


    Chi Ying laughed: "A bit. What''s gotten into Your Highness tonight? Didn''t eat much for dinner."


    In the darkness, Cui Yi''s expression was unreadable.


    ---


    "The Emperor sent someone to the western camp to summon me again today," Cui Yi touched her body again, but more gently, "He said I was unfilial for not having a wife or children and that I shouldn''t bother paying respects anymore."


    So, being scolded by the Emperor for being unfilial and childless, he was rushing to make amends. Chi Ying didn''t know whether to laugh or cry and deliberately said: "Oh, so Your Highness married me just to have children."


    Cui Yi''s hand paused on her chest.


    "Your Highness..."


    "If you''re unwilling, forget it."


    Before Chi Ying could react, Cui Yi rolled over, covering himself with the blanket, and fell silent.


    What a sudden twist! Stopping abruptly and refusing to cuddle. Chi Ying was speechless, rolling over to shake his shoulder: "Your Highness? Are you angry?"


    Cui Yi faced away from her, silent.


    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, hugging him from behind: "Isn''t it uncomfortable to hold it in?"


    Cui Yi angrily pushed her away: "Don''t push your luck!"


    Chi Ying clung to him stubbornly: "Unfilial acts include lacking descendants, which Your Highness should have known. Why wait until now... Do you not want children? That''s why you avoid touching me."


    Cui Yi turned to look at her, and Chi Ying stared back intently.


    "Can Your Highness tell me why you don''t want children?"


    Cui Yi averted his gaze, his tone indifferent: "Because childbirth can kill."


    Chi Ying froze: "What?"


    "I was six when a concubine died giving birth, along with the baby."


    Chi Ying licked his lips, sounding indifferent: "Let''s sleep. I don''t care about the throne anyway, skipping visits saves trouble."


    So, he was afraid she would die... Chi Ying felt a mix of emotions, her nose tingling with tears. She hugged him tightly.


    Both men, born of the same father, yet one could watch her burn in a fire, while the other feared losing her in childbirth and avoided intimacy. Such a stark contrast in character.


    Cui Yi stroked her head and gently caressed her cheek. Chi Ying realized she was crying.


    "There''s no need to cry, let''s sleep," Cui Yi kissed her cheek and tried to push her away.


    But Chi Ying clung tighter: "I want children. Even if it means risking death, I still want them."


    For six years, she was deprived of motherhood, watching other concubines enjoy motherhood while she remained alone.


    Cui Yi flipped over, holding her: "What did you say?"


    Chi Ying buried her face in his chest, sobbing: "I want children, even if it means risking death."


    Realizing the fear of losing her had kept him from pursuing fatherhood, Cui Yi responded with action, finally unburdened from his fears.


    Covering him with the quilt and resting her head on his arm, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.


    Suddenly, life turned as sweet as honey. Even when Xie Yuchan came to make a scene, Chi Ying could just smile it off. Every day, she continued to embroider flowers in the courtyard or visit Cheng Fenyi at the Cheng residence to learn medicine, so leisurely that she almost forgot her original purpose for marrying into the Wu.


    In early winter of that year, Chi Ying experienced nausea and vomiting. After Cheng Fenyi confirmed, she was three months pregnant.


    The entire Wu was instantly buzzing with excitement. Servants ran around spreading the news, and within no time, even the stable hands were informed of the good news.


    Upon receiving the message, Cui Yi immediately abandoned his troops and returned like an unstoppable steamroller, riding on Jinwu, followed by Cao Qian who came to see the commotion and offer congratulations.


    The room was already filled with people. Cheng Fenyi and her husband Zhai Rang had specially escorted Chi Ying back. Bai Licheng and Xie Yong, as guest scholars, naturally came to congratulate them. When Cui Yi entered, Xiao Qiu was tearfully chatting with Chi Ying.


    Cui Yi frowned: "What are you doing here?"


    Under his sharp gaze, Xie Yuchan shrank back and stammered, "I just wanted to take a look..."


    Cui Yi roared at the servants outside the door: "Who let her in! Do you take my words lightly?"


    The servants hurriedly knelt down to beg for mercy. Xie Yong looked embarrassed, and seeing this, Chi Ying had to intervene: "It was I who allowed them to let her in. Young Master Xie and Miss Xie came to congratulate us. It wouldn''t be right to keep them outside."


    Cui Yi had no more objections. Bai Licheng smiled and mediated: "Everyone has come to congratulate Lady on giving birth to the little prince for His Highness. Now that His Highness is back, we won''t disturb you further." He gave a meaningful glance to Zhai Rang and his wife, and the three got up to leave. Cui Yi, in a great mood, unusually bowed back.


    "Well... we should go too," Xie Yong nervously observed Cui Yi''s expression and shuffled towards the door, tugging at his sister as he passed by.


    Xie Yuchan refused to leave, shaking off her brother''s grip. Unable to drag her away and unwilling to leave alone, Xie Yong was sweating profusely.


    Fortunately, Cui Yi''s attention was entirely on Chi Ying. As Cheng Fenyi stepped aside, he quickly sat beside Chi Ying, grabbed her hand, and struggled to speak. Finally, he managed: "How do you feel now?"


    Xiao Qiu couldn''t help laughing, and Chi Ying, half amused and half exasperated, replied, "The baby is only three months old; what can I feel? Look at how worried you seem."


    Cui Yi, usually expressionless, looked like his eyes were about to pop out with hearts. He clicked his tongue and decided to say something to salvage his image.


    "You... um, rest more, eat well, and there''s no need for you to get up in the morning to help me dress or at night. The maids will do it. Have a doctor check on you every day... and..."


    Xiao Qiu tried hard not to laugh, and just as Chi Ying was about to say something, Xie Yuchan snorted loudly from the doorway.


    Xie Yuchan crossed her arms, looking disgusted: "So pampered, even the Empress isn''t treated like this during pregnancy, let alone a concubine. Who knows what kind of child she''ll give birth to."


    "You!" Cui Yi instantly exploded. If not for Chi Ying holding him back, he would have kicked her out.


    Chi Ying, while restraining Cui Yi, said, "Parents always worry too much, especially since this is His Highness'' first child. It''s natural for him to be concerned. What does it have to do with being pampered?"


    Xie Yuchan''s jealousy and contempt were written all over her face as she stared hatefully at Chi Ying''s belly. "First child? A concubine''s child, what future can it have? Once Yingrong Brother marries me, I can give him as many children as he wants, and they will all be a thousand times better than yours!"


    Xie Yong was nearly scared out of his wits by his sister''s words and quickly pulled her away: "Stop talking nonsense! Quickly leave! Your Highness, Lady, please forgive her. Yuchan doesn''t know what she''s saying."


    Xie Yuchan shook off her brother''s grip: "Why should I leave! What did I say wrong! I have a marriage contract with Yingrong Brother. I am the lady of this house! Just because I arrived a few days late, she became the concubine, and I have to avoid her? How ridiculous!"


    "Marriage contract? What marriage contract?" Cui Yi, restrained by Chi Ying, narrowed his eyes at the mention of the term.


    Xie Yuchan rushed forward, tears in her eyes: "Yingrong Brother, don''t you remember? On my first birthday, Aunt brought you home for a family visit. You watched me choose my destiny. I picked Aunt''s jade phoenix hairpin, and Aunt made a marriage contract between us. Since then, I''ve been your princess consort!"


    Cui Yi coldly stared at her: "I don''t recall such a thing."


    Xie Yuchan screamed louder: "How can you not remember? I remember it clearly. How can you forget? I am your princess consort. How can you forget me?"


    Cui Yi, unable to bear it any longer, roared: "Enough!"


    Xie Yuchan trembled and took a few steps back, unsure of what to do.


    "The only princess consort of mine is Changsun Chi Ying. There''s no place for you, Xie Yuchan!" Cui Yi pointed towards the door, "If it weren''t for Mother Duanyuan''s sake, I would have thrown you out long ago. Get out now!"


    This was the first time Cui Yi had openly expressed his displeasure with her presence. Xie Yuchan took a deep breath, covering her chest, tears streaming down her face: "I don''t believe it... I don''t believe it! I am your princess consort!"


    Cui Yi remained expressionless: "I''ll count to three. One."


    Xie Yuchan cried out desperately: "I don''t believe it! You''ve been waiting for me, haven''t you? Why are you telling me now that you don''t love me anymore?"


    Cui Yi coldly responded: "I never loved you, nor did I wait for you. Two."


    Xie Yuchan collapsed on the floor, sobbing hysterically. Chi Ying couldn''t help but frown, wondering if she acted like this at home whenever things didn''t go her way, just like a street hooligan.


    Just as Cui Yi was about to say "three," Xie Yong, unable to drag his sister away, knelt down and repeatedly kowtowed: "Your Highness, please calm down! Your Highness, please calm down! Indeed, Her Majesty once mentioned to the Xie family about arranging a marriage between Your Highness and Yuchan, but it was later dropped. Father and Mother always kept this in mind and told Yuchan from a young age that she would marry Your Highness. For fifteen years, she grew up with this dream. No matter how wrong she is, her feelings for Your Highness are genuine. Please forgive her this time!"


    Cui Yi, unimpressed, smiled mockingly: "Does the Xie family think my princess consort should be a hooligan?"


    Xie Yong had nothing to say and lowered his head as much as possible.

 Duanyuan

    "Mr. Xie, please rise," Chi Ying couldn''t bear to watch any longer. Although Xie Yong wasn''t very capable, he wasn''t bad and was pitifully dragged down by his sister. "Although His Highness won''t marry Miss Xie, we are still relatives. We shouldn''t throw our own family out, right? It''s just some angry words."


    Cui Yi glared at her��these annoying people should be thrown out. Why keep them?


    Chi Ying looked at him helplessly��how can I explain this to Mother Duanyuan? Think from my perspective.


    Reluctantly, Cui Yi accepted it: "Get up. Don''t mention this again."


    Xie Yuchan, devastated by her shattered dream, sobbed uncontrollably, losing all her usual arrogance. She left, clinging to her brother, sobbing.


    "His Highness really avenged our Lady today!" Xiao Qiu exclaimed joyfully after the Xie siblings left.


    Cui Yi sternly ordered: "When I''m not here, you must protect Lady. Anyone who dares to be disrespectful, hit them with a flower pot right in the face."


    Xiao Qiu was ecstatic: "Right in the face?"


    Cui Yi nodded: "Right in the face."


    Chi Ying pretended to be stern: "Xiao Qiu, stop fooling around. His Highness has been back for a while, and you haven''t even served tea. What are you doing?" Xiao Qiu stuck out her tongue and hurried to fetch tea.


    News of Chi Ying''s pregnancy soon reached the palace, partly due to her intentional leaks. Emperor Jianyuan and Consort Duan couldn''t force Cui Yi to marry under these circumstances, especially if anything happened to the child, making it difficult to explain to Changsun Tai.


    However, while Emperor Jianyuan, Consort Duan, and even the Empress sent gifts and condolences, someone wished for the child''s demise.


    As winter approached, it became colder. Chi Ying stayed indoors most of the time, walking around the courtyard, playing with Xiaotaosu, feeling neither bored nor stifled.


    Madam Fan visited the Wu to see her daughter and was horrified upon seeing Xiaotaosu on Chi Ying''s lap: "Where did this wild cat come from? Get rid of it immediately! Oh dear!"


    Xiao Qiu hastily removed Xiaotaosu. Chi Ying stood up, puzzled: "Xiaotaosu is a pet here. It won''t scratch anyone."


    "Oh my dear! Didn''t the doctor tell you that pregnant women shouldn''t touch cats? Otherwise, the child might be deformed!" Madam Fan anxiously brushed off the cat fur and held Chi Ying''s hands: "You''re going to be a mother soon. Be more careful. It''s freezing out here. What if you catch a cold?"


    Chi Ying was gently pushed inside by her mother: "It''s not that cold. The room feels stuffy. I needed some fresh air."


    Madam Fan sighed: "You don''t understand childbirth." She scolded Chi Ying and Xiao Qiu, who dared not argue and could only bow their heads.


    After exhausting herself, Madam Fan accepted a cup of hot tea from Chi Ying: "Sit down, drink some tea."


    Madam Fan sighed deeply and sat on the couch. Servants brought a hand warmer, which she placed aside, then held Chi Ying''s hands: "I''ve always wanted to visit you, but your father forbade it, fearing the Crown Prince would suspect our closeness to the Wu����, affecting Lingfang. My dear, is His Highness treating you well?"Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    Chi Ying stroked her mother''s hand: "Mother, don''t worry. His Highness treats me very well." Xiao Qiu quickly added: "Yes, yes, when he heard Lady was pregnant, he was overjoyed."


    Madam Fan showed a slight smile, but her brows remained furrowed, indicating distress.


    "What''s troubling you, Mother?" Chi Ying asked.


    Madam Fan sighed, speaking softly: "Ying''er, your father has something to discuss with you but can''t come here himself. Can you visit home sometime?"


    Chi Ying relaxed: "Anytime. Why didn''t Father send someone earlier? I''ll prepare the carriage now."


    Madam Fan hurriedly said: "Take our carriage. I came by carriage, and it''s waiting outside."


    Chi Ying felt slightly puzzled, sensing her mother had planned this, expecting her immediate return. But dismissing her doubts, she agreed: "Alright, Xiao Qiu, inform Uncle Wang I''ll return after dinner. If His Highness returns early, tell him to eat alone."


    Traditionally, daughters returning home should bring their husbands, but given Changsun Tai''s concerns, Chi Ying thought it best not to involve Cui Yi.


    The Taifu Mansion''s carriage waited at the front gate. Madam Fan and Xiao Qiu carefully helped Chi Ying into the carriage. Several maidservants wanted to accompany her, but Madam Fan stopped them: "No need. I''ll send the Princess back after dinner." The maidservants hesitated but obeyed after Chi Ying reassured them.


    Madam Fan''s insistence on leaving the maidservants behind heightened Chi Ying''s suspicions. What could her father want to discuss privately? Why now, after hearing about her pregnancy? Was there something secretive?


    Despite her unease, Chi Ying convinced herself her parents wouldn''t harm her. If they asked her to do something against Cui Yi, she would refuse. Her father was indeed caught between two brothers, making his position difficult.


    Returning home after six months, Chi Ying felt strangely estranged. This was where she lived for fifteen years, yet it felt like entering someone else''s house. Was the subtle rejection just her imagination?


    "Ying''er, you''re back?" Changsun Tai stood in the courtyard, amusing himself with birds. Hearing footsteps, he knew it was her without turning.


    Chi Ying, wrapped in a sable coat, greeted him: "Daughter greets Father."


    Changsun Tai chuckled: "No, no, you''re now the Princess of Wu����. I should greet you."


    Chi Ying straightened up: "Father, joking aside, even after marriage, I remain your daughter. It''s proper to pay respects."


    Changsun Tai turned around, revealing more gray hairs.


    "Even after marriage, still my daughter?" Changsun Tai asked slowly.


    Chi Ying nodded firmly: "Yes, whether I''m a concubine or even Empress, before you, I am always your daughter."


    Changsun Tai gazed at her for a long time: "Then will you listen to me?"


    Chi Ying replied confidently: "Father''s orders, I shall follow."


    Sensing the tense atmosphere, Madam Fan intervened: "Let''s move inside. It''s cold, and Ying''er needs warmth."


    Changsun Tai''s words hinted at something, but since he hadn''t clarified, Chi Ying pretended ignorance and followed her mother inside. Changsun Tai also entered and sat in the main chair.


    "Ying''er, I heard you''re pregnant," Changsun Tai said.


    Chi Ying gently touched her belly: "Yes, Sister Cheng confirmed it. About three months."


    Changsun Tai studied her silently for a moment: "If I asked you to terminate the pregnancy, what would you think?"


    Chi Ying was shocked: "Terminate?"


    Changsun Tai remained silent. Madam Fan squeezed Chi Ying''s hand, looking distressed: "My dear, I know it''s unfair, but we have no choice. You know how hard it is for us, right?"


    Chi Ying couldn''t believe they were targeting her unborn child. She had expected them to ask for information about Cui Yi or to poison him. Instead...


    Madam Fan added: "Lingfang married into the Eastern Palace two months before you, but she hasn''t conceived yet. If the Crown Prince learns you and the Prince are ahead, how will he view our family?"


    Chi Ying angrily withdrew her hand: "What does it matter? Does he expect everyone else to stop having children until he does?"


    Madam Fan was speechless. Changsun Tai explained: "Not exactly. I must support the Crown Prince over the Prince. Since you married the Prince, the Crown Prince trusts me less. I fear any misstep, even visiting you, could jeopardize everything. Serving a prince is like walking on thin ice. You understand, right?"


    Chi Ying took a deep breath, trying to stay calm: "I understand. As your daughter, I must consider the Prince''s interests. It''s absurd to sacrifice my child for the Crown Prince."


    Changsun Tai seemed relieved but started to speak again. Chi Ying interrupted: "Father, I cannot agree to this. I belong to the Prince, and I will prioritize his interests."


    Changsun Tai shouted: "Beast!" and slapped Chi Ying across the face.


    The sudden violence stunned everyone, including Madam Fan and Xiao Qiu. Madam Fan screamed and shielded Chi Ying.


    Changsun Tai raged: "You truly are a daughter who has left the family. Your mother and I raised you for fifteen years, and you dare to speak like this for a man! For him, you''d hurt your own flesh and blood!"


    Chi Ying, clutching her burning cheek, glared back: "Do you know how heartbroken I am hearing you want me to harm my own child?"


    Changsun Tai, furious, moved to strike again, but Xiao Qiu intervened: "Lord, you can''t hit the Lady! She''s pregnant!"


    "Get out of the way! Such a disobedient daughter deserves death along with that b*st*rd!"


    "Lady!" Madam Fan couldn''t bear it. "She is your daughter, and the child is your grandchild. How can you call him a b*st*rd?"


    Chi Ying pushed her mother aside and stood tall: "Hit me then."


    Changsun Tai��s anger was palpable, but Chi Ying stood firm, ready to face whatever came next.


    Tai��s two eyes bulged out, his right hand trembled, and after several attempts to raise it, he dared not strike again. "If you kill me today, tomorrow the Prince will turn the entire Grand Tutor''s residence upside down. The crime of harming the imperial heir��father, even if you had ten heads, they wouldn''t be enough to atone," Cheng Ying said without any fear, staring directly into Changsun Tai''s eyes. "I am going back now. Today''s events will be as if they never happened. I won''t tell the Prince, nor will I get rid of this child.

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    After saying this, Cheng Ying flicked her cloak and said, "Xiaoqiu, let''s go."


    Xiaoqiu immediately stepped forward to support her.


    "Stop!" Changsun Tai roared angrily. "Who was it that said they would always be my daughter? Who was it that said they would never disobey their parents'' orders!"


    Cheng Ying paused, then retorted, "But may I ask, do you consider me your daughter?"


    Changsun Tai was speechless. Cheng Ying half-turned her head and said, "To you, father, only a daughter married to the Crown Prince is your good daughter. But I am different. Even if one day you decide to kill me for someone else''s sake, before I die, I will still call you mother and father."


    Her words left Changsun Tai and Fan Shi blushing with shame. Changsun Tai lowered his head and fell silent, while Fan Shi covered her face with a handkerchief and wept loudly, "My dear, mother has wronged you, mother can''t bear to part with you..."


    Though she spoke of regret, deep down, she still hoped Cheng Ying would follow what they wanted. Cheng Ying smiled bitterly, ignored them, turned around, and walked away briskly.


    Back at the Wu, Cheng Ying pretended nothing had happened and ate dinner with Cui Yi, read a book, and then went to bed.


    When Xiaoqiu blew out the lamp and closed the door behind her, plunging the room into darkness and silence, the words Changsun Tai had spoken in the afternoon echoed in Cheng Ying''s ears��your parents raised you for fifteen years, Lingfang is still your own sister! In the end, you''re more concerned about a man you serve!


    Lying on the bed, Cheng Ying stared blankly at the twin lotus pattern on the canopy.


    Initially, she had married into the Wu to protect her parents and sister. But when her parents asked her to terminate the pregnancy to maintain the Changsun family''s loyalty to the Crown Prince, she refused outright. If she had followed her original intention, everything she did was for her family, so why had she said things like "always considering the Prince''s interests"?


    In her heart, her parents and sister were the most important, followed by herself, and then possibly Cui Yi.


    But at that moment, Cheng Ying felt her parents were selfish, willing to murder Cui Yi''s unborn child just to protect themselves, and they did so with such an air of self-righteousness.


    Could it be that she had unknowingly placed him above her parents and vengeance?


    No, Cheng Ying immediately rejected that conclusion. She simply didn''t want to lose another child because of Cui Jie. It had nothing to do with Cui Yi. Cui Yi was indeed kind to her and a man worth entrusting her life to, but he could only come second. Her parents and sister remained the most important.


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    Lost in thought until late at night, Cheng Ying finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep deeply.


    Changsun Tai and Fan Shi never mentioned getting rid of the child again, nor did they visit her. Cheng Ying didn''t mind; she had prepared herself for being abandoned and fighting alone since the moment she stepped out of her family''s threshold. Their neglect and estrangement were understandable under the pressure they faced.


    However, Xiaoqiu, as the witness, couldn''t suppress her indignation. While sewing baby clothes, she often muttered complaints about how unreasonable Lord and Lady Changsun were. One day, these comments were overheard by Baili Zan, who came to pay respects. Baili Zan, being perceptive, quickly understood the situation. After Cheng Ying dismissed Xiaoqiu, he tactfully asked, "Does Lord Changsun dislike having a grandchild at this time?"


    Cheng Ying smiled helplessly. "Nothing escapes your notice, sir."


    Baili Zan sat down on a stone bench opposite her and said with a smile, "Since there''s no news from the Eastern Palace, it''s natural for Lord Changsun to be anxious. Among five fingers, there are bound to be differences. Your parents might favor the Crown Princess a bit, but it can''t be helped. You shouldn''t take it too much to heart."


    Cheng Ying replied, "It doesn''t bother me much. It''s just that Xiaoqiu can''t keep her temper. Fortunately, she knows her limits and won''t gossip to the Prince, or I''d be even more troubled."


    Baili Zan nodded. "Xiaoqiu speaks her mind and stands up for you."


    Since Fan Shi''s visit, Xiao Tousu had been forbidden from entering the main courtyard. When Baili Zan placed it outside, it would poke its head in pitifully, retreat, then poke its head in again. Cheng Ying couldn''t help laughing. "She actually understands human speech. If told not to come in, she really won''t."


    "Even animals have feelings. If you treat them well, they''ll listen to you. If you consider them part of yourself, they''ll naturally understand your intentions," Baili Zan said, gently gesturing for Xiao Tousu to leave. Seeing no treats or petting today, Xiao Tousu hung its head and left.


    "Yes, Buddhism says all beings have spirituality," Cheng Ying agreed. "The golden crow also understands people. It greets me whenever it sees me."


    Speaking of the golden crow, it returned. From the direction of the rear gate of the Wu����, there was a neighing sound, and Cui Yi''s loud voice commanded the servants, "Tell the kitchen to prepare some big dishes and tidy up Rongjin Garden. Zhongxing, you go ahead and entertain the guests. I''ll be there shortly."


    Their voices were clear enough for Cheng Ying and Baili Zan in the main courtyard to hear. Baili Zan wondered aloud, "Has the Prince brought guests home?"


    Cheng Ying was equally surprised. Cui Yi usually looked down on everyone and had never entertained anyone at home. What wind was blowing today?


    Soon, Cui Yi strode into the yard. Seeing Baili Zan sitting at the stone table, he was momentarily taken aback, then generously waved his hand. "Wenyu, join us too. I''m in high spirits today, let''s drink together!"


    Baili Zan was honored and hurriedly stood up to thank him. Cheng Ying put down her needlework and asked with a smile, "Why are you so happy today, Prince? Any good news?"


    Cui Yi''s eyes sparkled with excitement. He untied his chin strap, threw his helmet to a maid, and said, "That Yang guy you mentioned turned out to be quite skilled. We sparred, and I accidentally lost."


    Cheng Ying laughed despite herself. "You''re so happy after losing. If you had won, would you throw a feast for the whole mansion?"


    After some thought, she added, "Mr. Yang hasn''t come to the mansion. How did you meet him?"


    Cui Yi entered to change his clothes, and Baili Zan took his leave. Cheng Ying followed him inside, watched the maidservants help him change into casual wear, and then stepped forward to re-tie his hair and hat.


    "At first, I didn''t know he was the person you mentioned. This afternoon, Zhongxing went to train new recruits in Huozi Camp. He noticed a recruit holding his spear differently from others," Cui Yi adjusted his collar and looked at Cheng Ying through the mirror. "He corrected him several times, but the recruit didn''t change. So, he scolded him a bit."


    Cheng Ying chuckled and continued, "Turns out it was his family''s traditional spear technique, habitual and unchangeable."


    Cui Yi laughed and nodded. "Right. Zhongxing asked him to demonstrate a few moves. After performing a set of Yang Family Spear techniques, Zhongxing was utterly impressed."


    Cheng Ying laughed heartily, almost able to picture Cao Qian''s shocked expression. It was hilarious.


    Once she stopped laughing, Cui Yi wrapped his arm around her waist, nuzzled against her abdomen, and pulled her onto his lap. "When will the baby come out?"


    "It''s still early. Not even four months yet," Cheng Ying found his impatience amusing and patted his head. "At least wait until next June. You''re still like a kid yourself, thinking of being a father."


    Cui Yi frowned. "Nonsense. Next year, I''ll be twenty-five. In ordinary families, I''d already have three or four kids by now."


    Cheng Ying laughed. "It''s your own fault for not marrying and having children earlier. Otherwise, you''d have three or four kids now."


    Cui Yi tilted her head toward him, their foreheads touching. They could see each other''s reflections in their eyes.


    His voice was low and magnetic as he murmured, "Before, I thought if I got married and had children, not all of them would be likable. Better not to have them at all than to have them and dislike them."


    Cheng Ying smiled. "And now?"


    "Now..." Cui Yi gazed unwaveringly at her. "As long as they''re yours, I''ll love them."

 Yang Qiong

    After a brief moment of intimacy, a servant reported that everything was ready. Cui Yi released Cheng Ying and prepared to drink with Yang Qiong.


    "Aren''t you coming?" Cui Yi asked.


    Cheng Ying looked at him innocently. "What would I do among a group of men drinking? If I sit there, they''d feel restrained. I��d better not go."


    Cui Yi snatched the book from her hand and tossed it aside. "Come. Yang Qiong wants to thank you personally for your financial help."


    Unable to refuse, Cheng Ying nodded and suggested, "Should we invite Mr. Xie too?"


    Cui Yi''s face darkened. "Why invite him? He does nothing all day. Just eats and idles around. Annoying."


    Cheng Ying sighed. "He came seeking refuge with you. You didn''t give him anything to do. Besides, Mr. Baili does nothing either, and you don��t complain about feeding him."


    Cui Yi looked at her expressionlessly. "Are you hinting I should kick Baili Zan out?"


    Before Cheng Ying could respond, Cui Yi raised his hand. "Fine. Send someone to invite Mr. Xie." A maid immediately left to carry out the order.


    Cheng Ying couldn''t help smiling. Since her pregnancy, Cui Yi had become increasingly compliant, seemingly afraid she''d be upset and something might happen. She wondered how the soldiers who were used to being ordered around by him would react if they knew.


    After changing into different clothes, Cheng Ying accompanied Cui Yi to Rongjin Garden. Four guest seats and one host seat were arranged in the hall. Cao Qian and the others were waiting outside. As soon as they entered the courtyard, everyone bowed respectfully.


    "No need for formalities. Sit down," Cui Yi said, leading Cheng Ying to sit beside him before taking his seat.


    Cao Qian and Baili Zan sat on the upper seats, while Yang Qiong and Xie Yong sat closer to the door.


    Once the food was served, Cheng Ying filled Cui Yi''s cup. He raised it and said, "Today, I sparred with Brother Yang, and I lost. Lost fair and square. Let''s drink!"


    Yang Qiong humbly declined the praise, and Baili Zan smiled, raising his hands in congratulations. "Your Highness wins without arrogance and loses gracefully. True heroes appreciate each other. Yang Brother will surely become a trusted aide like General Cao. Congratulations, Your Highness."


    Cui Yi smiled. "Well said. Drink!"


    After another round, Cheng Ying served Cui Yi food and suggested, "Your Highness is a war hero, and Mr. Yang comes from a renowned general''s lineage. One is battle-hardened, and the other surpasses slightly. Such a match must have been spectacular. Too bad I missed it. Why don''t you tell us about it?"


    Cui Yi, in high spirits, wasn''t bothered about embarrassing himself in front of Baili Zan and Xie Yong. "Zhongxing, you tell the story. I''m not good at narrating."


    Cao Qian, familiar with Cui Yi''s character, knew he was genuinely pleased to find a worthy opponent. Without hesitation, he cleared his throat and began, "This story is long. After lunch today, General Dai assigned me to organize training for new recruits in Huozi Camp. There were over a thousand new recruits standing in the training field. Among them, I noticed Brother Yang, whose posture indicated he had some skills. He stood quietly, so I paid extra attention."The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Under the noon sun, over a thousand new recruits of various ages filled the training ground. Cao Qian divided them into teams and appointed strong-looking young men as team leaders. Yang Qiong was also chosen as a leader and led his team to practice with wooden spears.


    While organizing the teams, Cao Qian noticed Yang Qiong''s unusual stance. Others practiced with both feet moving together, but Yang Qiong moved oppositely. Others held their spears with palms facing each other, but Yang Qiong held his with palms facing inward, and he didn''t rotate the spearhead, striking directly with the tail.


    "What a mess," Cao Qian thought. He dismounted and corrected Yang Qiong''s stance, satisfied, and continued checking the other teams.


    Returning later, he found Yang Qiong practicing in the same incorrect manner. Patiently, Cao Qian corrected him again.


    Embarrassed, Cao Qian coughed and explained, "Later, I realized he was practicing the orthodox Yang Family Spear technique. I was ignorant and presumptuous. Embarrassing."


    Yang Qiong quickly responded, "General, please don''t say that. Martial arts have no hierarchy or tradition. Different styles complement each other."


    Cheng Ying smiled. "True. Your Highness must have learned a lot from Brother Yang."


    Cui Yi nodded happily. "Indeed. Meeting Yang Hai''s descendant and sparring with him is one of life''s greatest pleasures."


    Amidst laughter and conversation, Cao Qian continued the story.


    After correcting Yang Qiong twice, Cao Qian asked, "Have you trained before?"


    Yang Qiong, sweating, nodded. "I''ve trained with my father and brothers since childhood."


    Cao Qian frowned. Changing ingrained habits was difficult. "What style do you practice? Show me a few moves."


    Yang Qiong wiped his sweat, saluted, and the other soldiers gave him space. Curious, they watched the newcomer challenge the general.


    Yang Qiong grasped the wooden spear, assumed a horse stance, gathered his breath, and shouted, leaping into the air. His spear movements stirred up dust, causing the surrounding soldiers to cheer and step back.


    He demonstrated a complete set of Yang Family Spear techniques, each move strange yet effective, leaving no openings within a three-foot radius. Each thrust ended with an unexpected arc, followed by a strike with the spear''s tail.


    Cao Qian imagined himself defending and attacking. To his shock, he realized he couldn''t break through Yang Qiong''s defense or stop his offense. What kind of bizarre spear technique was this?


    After finishing, the other soldiers applauded, unaware of the skill involved.


    Yang Qiong saluted Cao Qian. "Thank you for watching."


    Cao Qian, amazed, asked, "May I know your surname?"


    Yang Qiong introduced himself. Cao Qian, unfamiliar with the name, recognized Yang Qiong''s exceptional abilities and sent someone to inform Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi recounted, "I was discussing with General Dai when Zhongxing reported a skilled new recruit. I rushed over immediately."


    Cao Qian added, "Before Your Highness arrived, I sparred with Brother Yang. I barely managed to defend, but any offensive attempt was futile."


    Upon receiving the report, Cui Yi mounted Jinwu and rushed to Huozi Camp. The sight of the Prince drew all the new recruits'' attention.


    Jinwu, annoyed by the crowd, threatened to trample anyone who dared touch him.


    Cheng Ying: "..."


    Cui Yi cleared his throat. "Jinwu is very proud. Only I can ride him. Strangers are met with hooves."


    Cheng Ying laughed. "Strange. When I passed by the stable, he greeted me affectionately."


    Cui Yi laughed, his eyes full of fondness. "That''s you. Don''t interrupt. Zhongxing, continue."


    At Huozi Camp, Cui Yi handed the reins to Cao Qian and scrutinized Yang Qiong.


    Yang Qiong was nearly as tall as Cui Yi but slimmer. Despite his worn-out clothes, he exuded determination and strength.


    Cui Yi, a martial arts prodigy, knew physical attributes were crucial. Though Yang Qiong appeared thin, he wasn''t weak.


    Cui Yi had heard about Yang Hai''s descendant from Cheng Ying but hadn''t known his name. Cheng Ying had forgotten to mention it, assuming Yang Qiong would visit the mansion first. Similarly, Yang Qiong knew of the Wu Wang but wouldn''t introduce himself to a superior.


    They stared at each other, and Cui Yi broke the silence. "I heard you''re skilled with the spear. Let''s test it."


    Yang Qiong recognized the uniform and knelt respectfully. "I only know basic techniques. I dare not show off before a general."


    Cui Yi, indifferent, accepted a halberd and gestured for Yang Qiong to choose a weapon.


    Yang Qiong hesitated but requested permission to retrieve his personal weapon. Cui Yi agreed, and Yang Qiong returned with a nine-foot silver spear with double heads.


    Cao Qian suddenly understood why Yang Qiong never rotated the spearhead and why his movements seemed peculiar. The Double-Headed Silver Moon Spear, once wielded by Yang Hai, legendary in history.


    Cui Yi realized who the formidable recruit was and felt his blood boil with excitement. "You''re surnamed Yang?"


    Yang Qiong confirmed, and Cui Yi''s eyes gleamed with anticipation.


    The man stated his name, nodding: "My name is Yang Qiong, styled Gongqi."


    Great! Cui Yi was excited and waved his hand: "Bring two horses."


    Cao Qian was startled and about to bring over Jinwu, but Cui Yi shook his head: "Bring two ordinary military horses."


    Yang Qiong did not mention whether he could ride a horse, but Cui Yi didn''t even ask for his opinion. He couldn''t very well say that he "couldn''t ride a horse," so when the horses were brought, both men mounted their steeds and stood at opposite ends. Someone enthusiastic grabbed a drumstick and began pounding wildly, heating up the atmosphere on the field.

 withstand

    Cui Yi held a painted halberd, while Yang Qiong wielded a silver spear. Both rode chestnut horses, standing opposite each other on the winter training ground.


    The war drums grew more urgent, stirring the heartstrings of the spectators.


    Cui Yi lifted his inverted halberd, pointing it towards the opposite side: "It''s an honor to spar with the descendant of General Yang Hai. I hope Brother Yang will give it your all and not disappoint me."


    Yang Qiong saluted from afar: "I will give it my all."


    Suddenly, the drumming stopped, and both men shouted simultaneously, charging forward. The halberd and spear clashed in mid-air, producing a loud clang, drawing cheers from the crowd outside.


    Cui Yi attacked aggressively, while Yang Qiong defended firmly. One spun the halberd dazzlingly, while the other swung the spear flawlessly. Several fierce clashes left their hands numb from the impact, yet neither gained the upper hand. They separated momentarily only to turn around and charge again.


    Cao Qian cheered loudly from the sidelines. The new recruits had never seen such an exhilarating duel before, shouting "Charge!" and "Go!" as if their lives depended on it. The noise drew curious soldiers from neighboring camps.


    Cui Yi aimed for vital spots with every move, keeping Yang Qiong on high alert, desperately blocking. There were several close calls where he almost got cut in half but managed to narrowly avoid them.


    After nearly twenty rounds, cracks started appearing on their weapons.


    Yang Qiong��s ancestral silver spear was made of refined steel, while Cui Yi��s halberd was just an ordinary weapon. The wooden shaft of the halberd couldn��t withstand repeated impacts and began to crack.


    Yang Qiong hesitated: "General..."


    Cui Yi remained expressionless: "On the battlefield, how can one retreat?"


    Yang Qiong focused, watching his every move intently.


    Within moments, they exchanged another seven or eight moves. Finally, Cui Yi��s halberd snapped under the strain. Unfazed, Cui Yi switched to dual-wielding short weapons but lost the advantage of long-range combat. Gradually, Yang Qiong took the lead, forcing Cui Yi to retreat step by step.


    At a critical moment, Yang Qiong spotted a brief opening and decisively knocked the broken halberd out of Cui Yi��s hand with his spear. Then, he turned the spear around and aimed at the horse beneath Cui Yi.


    The soldiers outside gasped in unison, and Cao Qian shouted: "Your Highness!"


    In a flash, Cui Yi used the remaining piece of wood to block the gleaming spearhead. Yang Qiong felt as if his spear had been wrapped by a soft snake. Hearing Cao Qian��s shout, he realized in shock��was this person the Martial King?


    But Cui Yi, who hadn��t called off the fight despite the damage to his weapon, wasn��t about to show mercy now. With a swift twist, he disarmed Yang Qiong, causing the spear to fly out of his hand.


    Then, Cui Yi��s horse stumbled, letting out a mournful cry and falling to its knees, throwing Cui Yi off its back.


    "Thud!"


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    Regardless of the disparity in weaponry or the issue with the horse, losing was losing. Cui Yi accepted defeat calmly. Instead of punishing Yang Qiong, who knelt to apologize, he promoted him to Captain and invited him to visit the palace that evening to discuss matters related to General Yang Hai and the Yang family spear techniques.


    The new recruits of the Fire Camp looked at Yang Qiong with envy, thinking he had struck gold or played a clever game to catch Cao Qian��s attention, thereby earning the prince��s favor. Surely, promotions and rewards would follow.


    However, Chi Ying thought otherwise. If Yang Qiong had chosen to join the army as a low-ranking soldier instead of directly seeking refuge at the palace, it showed he had no intention of taking shortcuts. She believed that even if Cui Yi wanted to appoint him to a higher position, Yang Qiong would likely refuse, citing lack of military merit.


    Sure enough, after Cao Qian finished telling the story, Cui Yi spoke: "I have always admired General Yang Hai. Since you are his descendant and possess remarkable martial skills, I will discuss with General Dai to transfer you to the Sunflower Battalion as deputy commander. When there is a battle on the frontier, you will accompany me."


    Yang Qiong immediately rose and bowed: "Thank you, Your Highness. I am willing to dedicate myself to serving under you. However, without any military achievements, accepting the position of deputy commander might cause discontent among the troops. If the soldiers are unhappy, the officers will be powerless, and orders will not be followed. Please reconsider."


    "Do you think the position is too small?" Cui Yi frowned, displeased by the refusal.


    Yang Qiong smiled lightly: "Not at all. As long as I can fight on the front lines, even as a foot soldier, I am content."


    Chi Ying tugged at Cui Yi��s sleeve: "Your Highness misunderstands Master Yang. In the military, rewards are given based on merit. As Master Yang has just arrived and hasn��t earned any military achievements, it would be improper to promote him consecutively. He fears that if Your Highness breaks this rule, other generals might follow suit, using ranks as favors, leading to chaos."


    "What Lady Chi said makes sense," Bai Lichan added. "With Master Yang��s abilities, once he enters the battlefield, defeating enemies will be effortless. Not just deputy commander, even generalship is within reach. There��s no need to rush."


    Cui Yi��s expression softened slightly.


    Cao Qian, being around the same age as Yang Qiong and also a spear user, felt an instant connection. They chatted animatedly, while Cui Yi occasionally joined in, commenting on their strategies or spear techniques.


    Chi Ying asked: "Your Highness uses a halberd, yet you seem knowledgeable about spear techniques?"


    Cui Yi grunted noncommittally. Cao Qian smiled: "His Highness mostly uses a halberd, but most long weapons share similar principles. Spears, halberds, staffs, axes, spears, hooks, and forks��all are handled skillfully by His Highness."


    Chi Ying nodded admiringly. Cui Yi��s face turned oddly red, and he lowered his head, hiding behind his wine cup.


    The meal was filled with laughter and chatter. Though Bai Lichan didn��t understand spear techniques, he had a deep interest in history. Discussing several of Yang Hai��s brilliant campaigns, he found common ground with Yang Qiong.


    Xie Yong, however, felt out of place throughout the meal. He ate silently, feeling like an outsider.


    He had come to the capital with heavy gifts and his sister, hoping to secure a position through Cui Yi��s favor. But Cui Yi accepted the gifts without offering him a job and never consulted him on matters. He even bluntly rejected the marriage proposal. Xie Yong felt forgotten during his months at the palace, especially since his sister repeatedly offended Chi Ying, making it awkward for him to request a position.


    Today, he was summoned to the main hall for dinner, hoping it meant Cui Yi finally remembered him. But upon arrival, he realized he was merely an afterthought. The focus of the evening was on a young stranger named Yang Qiong.


    During the meal, Cui Yi openly expressed his admiration and trust in Yang Qiong. Although Yang Qiong was a new recruit and posed no immediate threat, Xie Yong still felt a pang of disappointment. Cao Qian had served Cui Yi for six years, and Bai Lichan was the sole strategist and chief guest at the palace. What was his role? Without any notable accomplishments, he felt increasingly marginalized.


    These thoughts made the food taste bland and the wine bitter. Even when Chi Ying tried to engage him in conversation, he barely responded, consumed by a sense of exclusion and self-pity.


    As the evening neared the hour of H��i (9 PM), Cao Qian and Yang Qiong rose to leave. Cui Yi, slightly tipsy, was supported by Chi Ying and Xiaoqiu back to the main hall.


    Cui Yi��s face was flushed, and he pushed Chi Ying away: "No need to support me. Just walk carefully."


    Chi Ying laughed: "I haven��t drunk any wine. How could I fall? Let��s get someone else to help His Highness."


    Bai Lichan returned to his quarters, leaving Xie Yong alone, brooding outside the mansion. Chi Ying noticed him and asked: "Master Xie, aren��t you going to rest?"


    "...Yes, I��m going." Xie Yong walked down the steps dejectedly.


    Chi Ying sensed something was wrong and called after him: "Is there something troubling you? Is it because of Miss Xie?"


    Xie Yong forced a smile: "My sister has caused you much trouble. I apologize."


    "It��s nothing. She envies me for His Highness��s affection, which is natural," Chi Ying replied, dismissing the matter. "Besides, it��s not your fault. Why apologize?"


    Xie Yong sighed: "Whether it��s my fault or not, the outcome is the same. Whenever my siblings caused trouble, I was always the one apologizing. My father would only punish me, being the eldest son."


    Chi Ying nodded understandingly: "I��m the eldest daughter too. Anyway, I noticed you seemed distracted during dinner. If there��s anything lacking in the household or if you need anything, please don��t hesitate to speak with the steward or me."


    Xie Yong felt a glimmer of hope. With no one else around and Cui Yi absent, this seemed like an opportunity to express his desire for a position.


    "My father recently wrote from Xuancheng, asking about my employment... Well..."


    He struggled to phrase his request delicately, avoiding direct questions about when Cui Yi would assign him a role.


    Chi Ying blinked: "You��re currently a guest scholar at the palace, like Master Bai, right?"


    Xie Yong broke into a sweat: "But I don��t have an official position. I don��t know how to answer my father. Besides, His Highness never consults me on matters. Maybe he doesn��t consider me comparable to Master Bai!"


    "That��s not necessarily true," Chi Ying began, but then heard Cui Yi calling her name drunkenly from inside. "Excuse me. I��ll convey your concerns to His Highness. Please be patient."


    Xie Yong wanted to say more, but Chi Ying hurried inside, hearing Cui Yi��s grumbling fade away.

 Emperor Jianyuan

    Chi Ying thought things had been peaceful in the capital, leaving little for Xie Yong to do. But soon, trouble found its way to them.


    Entering the twelfth lunar month, preparations for the New Year began. While ordinary families reviewed their annual finances, the government was doing the same. After summarizing the year��s revenues and expenditures, the Ministry of Revenue proposed next year��s budget plan. It received broad approval from the Secretariat and the Chancellery, but Crown Prince Cui Jie intervened before it could be submitted to Emperor Jianyuan.


    Cui Jie argued that maintaining a large military drained resources and destabilized the nation. He proposed cutting next year��s military budget and demobilizing twenty percent of the garrison forces, sending them back to farming to bolster the treasury.


    When the Deputy Minister of Revenue asked what would happen if war with the Northern Di tribes broke out next year, Cui Jie stunned everyone: "I��ve discussed this with His Majesty. We won��t initiate any military actions against the Northern Di for the next five to ten years. Our goal is to seek peace to prevent famine in southern provinces."


    Historically, dynasties fell when people suffered. After establishing a new dynasty, emperors prioritized stabilizing the populace and fostering recovery. This was the case for the Great Chu as well. As the crown prince, Cui Jie��s decision reflected long-term strategic thinking.


    However, for Cui Yi, this news hit like a thunderbolt.


    How could he feed tens of thousands of soldiers with reduced funds? Wasn��t this deliberately undermining him? He had already relinquished his claim to the throne, yet Cui Jie still sought to strip him of his command. It was utterly unreasonable!


    Upon hearing the news, Cui Yi nearly stormed into the palace with his halberd, demanding answers. Only after Cao Qian pleaded and knelt before him did he calm down, delegating the task of cooling him off to Chi Ying.


    Chi Ying was chatting with Concubine Cheng when she heard Cui Yi had returned in a rage. To avoid collateral damage, she sent Cheng away and instructed Xiaoqiu to notify Bai Lichan. Given his intelligence, Bai Lichan would know when to intervene.


    She also considered Xie Yong, remembering her promise to find him a role. However, she knew little about him and was unsure of Cui Yi��s mood. She decided to involve him cautiously.


    "...Ask Master Xie to join Master Bai. Don��t let him rush in."


    Just as Xiaoqiu left, Cui Yi stormed into the courtyard. Chi Ying greeted him warmly, wrapping herself in a fur coat: "What��s bothering Your Highness today?"


    Cui Yi brushed her aside: "I��m not cold. Keep it for yourself." His face darkened, and he stomped into the house, smashing a vase onto the floor.


    The sound startled Chi Ying, and she rushed inside, asking Cao Qian: "What��s wrong with His Highness?"


    Cao Qian explained the rumor about the budget cuts. Chi Ying nodded thoughtfully: "His Highness is impulsive. Luckily, you stopped him. I��ll talk to him. It��s cold; stay and have some tea until dinner."


    Cao Qian, unmarried and living alone, agreed.


    Xiaoqiu returned from the side yard, helping Chi Ying into the house. Seeing the shattered pieces, she remarked: "Don��t break things when angry. What if you scare the baby?"


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    "Xiaoqiu!" Chi Ying quickly silenced her, fearing she��d provoke Cui Yi further.


    But Cui Yi, though furious, retained his composure. Hearing Xiaoqiu��s words, he calmed down, waving dismissively: "Clean this up. Everyone else, leave."


    Once the servants cleared the mess, Cui Yi sat fuming on the couch, looking murderous.


    Chi Ying chuckled: "Don��t take your anger out on our belongings. That��s not cost-effective."


    Cui Yi shot her a glare: "Come here."


    Chi Ying sat beside him. Cui Yi grasped her hand, frowning: "Why are your hands so cold?"


    "It��s Your Highness��s hands that are warm," Chi Ying replied, holding his hand. "Does martial prowess make one immune to cold?"


    Cui Yi rubbed her palm, gradually calming down: "The crown prince plans to cut military funding next year."


    Chi Ying looked surprised: "Oh? How exactly?"


    Cui Yi briefly explained, venting angrily: "I��ve avoided conflicts with him, giving up everything, even the throne. Yet, he still wants to strip me of my command. Does he want me gone from the capital entirely?"


    Outside, Bai Lichan arrived, pulling Xie Yong back. "Not now. Wait for the right moment."


    Inside, Chi Ying tried to soothe Cui Yi: "Don��t be upset. Anger won��t solve anything. The emperor approved the crown prince��s plan. Why do you think that is?"


    Cui Yi was too frustrated to think: "Isn��t it obvious? He��s the crown prince, future emperor. The emperor listens to him. Us lesser sons can go freeze somewhere."


    Chi Ying shook her head: "It��s not that simple. The crown prince presents his plans attractively, concealing his true intentions. Like hiding a dagger in a fish, presenting the fish pleases the emperor, who accepts it. Whether the dagger stabs anyone, the emperor may know or may choose to ignore."


    Cui Yi looked puzzled: "What fish? Daggers? You��re talking in circles. Get to the point."


    Chi Ying smiled: "Let��s ask Master Bai and Master Xie for advice."


    "Why bring in that useless kid?" Cui Yi dismissed Xie Yong.


    Chi Ying explained: "More minds mean more ideas. Should we include General Cao? It��s cold, and I��ve prepared mutton soup. He��s staying for dinner."


    Cui Yi grunted assent and ordered a servant: "Fetch Bai Lichan and Xie Yong from the side yard."


    The servant relayed the message. Bai Lichan acknowledged but didn��t move immediately. Xie Yong asked: "You said it wasn��t the right time. Now His Highness calls us. Is it still not the right time?"


    Bai Lichan gave a knowing look: "Patience. You��ll see."


    Xie Yong followed reluctantly, worried about provoking Cui Yi.


    Moments later, Xiaoqiu ran out, whispering: "The crown prince plans to cut military spending. His Highness is furious. Lady Chi asks you to think of solutions."


    "Thank you," Bai Lichan bowed. Xiaoqiu returned to the kitchen.


    Xie Yong was stunned: "Does Lady Chi often send messages like this to Master Bai?"


    Bai Lichan laughed: "Rarely. His Highness only summoned me once. If we went in unaware, saying something wrong could provoke him. Lady Chi knows His Highness��s temper and avoids such situations."


    Xie Yong nodded, eyes reflecting complex emotions. Bai Lichan didn��t notice and said: "Let��s go."


    They entered the main hall. Cui Yi sat sternly on the couch, while Chi Ying sewed quietly, nodding at them.


    Cui Yi stated: "Today, I learned something upsetting. I need your advice on how to handle it."


    Bai Lichan nodded affirmatively. Xie Yong blurted: "Are you concerned about the military budget cuts?"


    All three faces changed. Chi Ying almost pricked her finger, checking Cui Yi��s reaction. Cui Yi frowned sharply: "Who told you?"


    Startled, Xie Yong froze.


    A jump, at a loss for words, stammered: "I, I..."


    "Your Highness, it''s like this," Baili Zan quickly regained his composure, clasped his hands in a salute, diverting Ji Yu''s attention. "Just now, we heard from the maid that we discussed a few things on our way here. The matter of military funds is merely my conjecture."


    Ji Yu''s expression was grim: "Conjecture?" His tone was filled with distrust.


    Chi Ying also began to worry; she hadn''t expected Xie Yong''s words to be so thoughtless. She had sent Xiao Qiu out to remind them, hoping they would be mentally prepared, not to perform mind-reading in front of Ji Yu! Just as she hesitated whether to admit her mistake, Baili Zan shot her a look, signaling her to stay calm.


    Baili Zan smiled confidently: "Yes, a few months ago, Your Highness visited Minister Cheng''s residence. He mentioned that the Emperor had rejected your request for troops, and at that time, I had a vague feeling that the Ministry of Revenue''s next year''s national treasury expenditure plan would definitely cut military spending. As the end of the year approaches, it is precisely the time when the Ministry of Revenue discusses this matter with the Secretariat and the Chancellery. Given Your Highness��s recent good mood, the only thing that could make you furious would likely be the Emperor''s decision to reduce troops and cut military funding."


    Fortunately! Chi Ying silently patted her chest in relief. Fortunately, Baili Zan reacted quickly; otherwise, she would have been severely harmed by Xie Yong''s straightforwardness.


    "So that''s how it is," after listening to Baili Zan''s explanation, Ji Yu''s expression softened, and he let out a sigh of relief. "You do understand me well. Xie Yong."


    The latter part of the sentence shifted focus, and Xie Yong straightened up immediately: "Yes."


    Ji Yu looked at him as if he were a beggar on the street: "Instead of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, it''s better to prepare thoroughly first."


    Xie Yong broke out in a cold sweat, shrugging his shoulders and replying softly: "Yes..."


    Baili Zan successfully defused the crisis and, taking advantage of Ji Yu''s distraction, gave Xie Yong a reassuring glance, indicating that since the Prince now believed him, there was no need to be nervous anymore. However, in Xie Yong''s eyes, this glance seemed more like a sign of arrogance. It felt as if Baili Zan was mocking him: "Trying to seize the initiative? Don''t even consider if you have the ability. You mess up and expect me to clean up after you. Truly incompetent."


    He could have smoothed things over himself, but Baili Zan stole his thunder. A good opportunity to impress was taken away, and he ended up being scolded. Xie Yong''s heart was clouded with resentment, and his gaze towards Baili Zan became tinged with jealousy.

 Dissolve inefficient units

    Ji Yu repeated the news he had heard in the military camp and then looked at them both: "What are your thoughts?"


    Baili Zan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and asked back: "How will the released soldiers be determined? Will it be distributed among various camps or directly dissolve one specific camp?"


    Ji Yu said solemnly: "It has not yet been decided. The exact implementation method will depend on the Secretariat''s report to His Majesty."


    Baili Zan nodded and bowed: "If it is distributed among various camps, as the General of the Cavalry, Your Highness holds the command token for seven camps including the Sunflower Camp, accounting for nearly one-third of the capital''s forces. If troop reductions happen, the losses will be immeasurable. If this is inevitable, Your Highness should strive to dissolve other generals'' camps instead."


    Ji Yu thought for a while and then asked: "What if His Majesty disagrees?"


    Baili Zan smiled: "Between holding military power in someone else''s hands or your own son''s, which do you think His Majesty will choose?"


    The answer was obvious, and Ji Yu''s frown relaxed, his expression becoming much lighter.


    "What about the reason?"


    "There are plenty. Since Your Highness has already received the news, you can send spies to investigate the training conditions of other camps, especially focusing on certain generals."


    Ji Yu looked puzzled: "Certain generals?"


    Chi Ying reminded helplessly: "Generals close to the Crown Prince. He uses various methods to suppress Your Highness, so you can return the favor. If he wants to cut troops, let him dissolve the camps under those loyal to him."


    Ji Yu''s eyes lit up, and he slapped his knee: "Good!"


    Baili Zan added: "As for reducing military expenses, it might not necessarily be a bad thing."


    Ji Yu''s face fell again: "What do you mean? Letting tens of thousands of soldiers starve while training is a good thing?"


    "No, Your Highness, why not think of it this way: The Crown Prince cuts everyone''s pay, leaving soldiers unable to feed their families. Who will they blame? If someone steps forward to subsidize them, won''t they be grateful? When choosing between Your Highness and the Crown Prince later, any soldier with a conscience would choose you."


    Baili Zan''s words brought an instant glow to Ji Yu''s face, almost making him smile broadly. But just then, Xie Yong, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke: "Crown Prince''s reduction of military expenses and troops is also for the people to live in peace. Since the founding of Great Chu, continuous warfare has depleted the national treasury. I believe Your Highness leading by example in cutting costs and reducing troops would win His Majesty''s favor. Using this as an excuse to target the Crown Prince might��"


    Before he could finish, Ji Yu stood up abruptly, roaring: "What do you know! Traitorous dog, come here!"


    Chi Ying and Baili Zan both hurriedly said: "Your Highness, please calm down!"


    But Ji Yu ignored them: "Drag him out and give him twenty lashes!"


    Xie Yong never imagined he would suffer such treatment. While both offered advice, Baili Zan earned praise, whereas he was dragged away to be beaten. Shocked, he protested loudly: "Your Highness! Honest advice is often hard to hear. Everything I said came from my heart!"This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Ji Yu''s expression was dark, his gaze sharp as a sword, ready to pierce through Xie Yong.


    Chi Ying anxiously said: "Your Highness cannot act like this. If you beat Xie Yong, who will dare to advise you in the future? You may choose to listen or not, but never hurt their hearts!"


    Ji Yu''s anger did not subside: "I''ve provided him with food and shelter, yet he speaks for the Crown Prince. Such traitors deserve to die!"


    Chi Ying tried to speak again, but Ji Yu waved his hand: "Do it!"


    The servants dragged Xie Yong to the courtyard but hesitated. Baili Zan glanced around and bowed: "My Lady is pregnant. If Your Highness commits murder rashly, it will harm your karma and affect the little prince. Please reconsider!"


    The mention of "little prince" calmed Ji Yu down. Glancing at Chi Ying, who was anxiously clutching his arm, he reluctantly agreed: "Take him to the side yard and confine him for a month!" The servants quickly complied, dragging Xie Yong away.


    Ji Yu was still fuming, while Chi Ying sighed in relief and pulled him back to sit down: "Your temper needs to change. Getting angry too often isn''t good for your health. Here, drink some water to soothe your throat."


    Ji Yu drank the tea in silence. Sensing the atmosphere, Baili Zan knew it was time to leave and excused himself. Ji Yu didn��t stop him. After a while, his mood calmed down, and he asked Chi Ying: "Are you alright?"


    Chi Ying chuckled: "I''m fine. Your Highness should control his temper. They say children in the womb shouldn''t see ugly faces, or they''ll grow up with unappealing features. If Your Highness keeps frowning, the child might inherit inverted eyebrows and struggle to find a spouse in the future."


    Despite his usual stern face, Ji Yu couldn''t help but laugh. Nodding, he said: "Noted, I''ll try not to get angry."


    After dinner, seeing the fish in the bowl, Ji Yu remembered what Chi Ying had mentioned earlier about the dagger hidden in the fish belly and asked: "What did you mean by the dagger in the fish''s belly?"


    "It''s a story. Someone sought revenge on a monarch by learning to cook fish. Eventually, his fame reached the monarch, who summoned him to serve fish. During the presentation, he hid a dagger in the fish belly and killed his enemy. If we compare the military budget proposal to the fish, the Crown Prince''s intention to weaken you is like the dagger inside. Offering the fish means offering the dagger."


    Ji Yu accepted the soup bowl silently, blew on it, and said: "His Majesty accepting the fish means accepting the dagger."


    Chi Ying smiled: "His Majesty may not willingly accept the dagger; perhaps it''s out of necessity. After all, Great Chu is not suited for war with the Northern Di tribes right now."


    Ji Yu''s gaze turned icy: "With His Majesty''s intelligence, how could he not realize the Crown Prince is targeting me? If war is not advisable, keeping me serves no purpose."


    This was indeed true. How could Emperor Jianyuan not know his son''s capabilities? Since Cui Jie dared to reject the proposal passed by the Secretariat and the Chancellery, it must have been with Emperor Jianyuan''s tacit approval. Among his two sons, Jianyuan must have weighed his options, and the result was clear.


    After dinner, Ji Yu took down the Star Abyss Sword from the wall and began wiping it. Since Cheng Hu gifted it to him, he had rarely used it, only occasionally practicing in the yard. Seeing him carefully wipe it with silk, Chi Ying knew that Emperor Jianyuan''s decision had deeply wounded him. From his position as the eldest legitimate son, he had fallen further and further, yet Cui Jie still targeted him. Was there no familial affection between father and son?


    After wiping it gloomily for a while, Ji Yu held the sword upright, staring at his reflection on the blade: "How much silver is left in the treasury?"


    "You really intend to use your private funds to subsidize the soldiers?" Chi Ying asked while drinking her medicine.


    Ji Yu glanced sideways: "Do you have a better idea?"


    Chi Ying wiped her mouth and smiled: "Depends on Your Highness''s perspective. The treasury has plenty of silver, but if the Crown Prince says no war for five to ten years, can Your Highness afford to maintain tens of thousands of soldiers for a decade? Even if you''re willing, the treasury can''t sustain it."


    "So what do you suggest?"


    "Why not let them support themselves by farming? Since Your Highness has vast lands granted after establishing the dukedom and military achievements, why not utilize them? For the next five to ten years without war, soldiers can farm in the afternoon after morning drills. Each season, the treasury takes ten percent, and the rest goes to them. This way, you gain their loyalty and benefit simultaneously."


    Ji Yu frowned, then relaxed, nodding slowly: "Good, this is better than Baili Zan''s suggestion."


    Seeing his agreement, Chi Ying pushed further: "Although Xie Yong''s words were unpleasant, they weren''t entirely worthless. If you only dissolve the Crown Prince''s troops, he won''t accept it, and His Majesty will suspect you. Dissolve some inefficient units and donate a thousand taels. Leading by example, other officials will follow. Any contribution helps the national treasury, easing His Majesty''s worries. Comparing you and the Crown Prince, who will appear more filial?"


    As a child, one always hopes to be seen as excellent by their parents. Though Ji Yu wasn''t interested in the throne, winning Emperor Jianyuan''s favor was beneficial. Relieved, Ji Yu smiled: "Good, let him taste failure."


    A few days later, the Secretariat submitted the Ministry of Revenue''s proposal regarding next year''s national treasury expenditures, including substantial cuts to military spending and troop reductions detrimental to Ji Yu. When announced, the entire hall fell silent. Officials shrank back, praying the conflict between the Crown Prince and Wu Wang wouldn''t involve them.


    However, Ji Yu''s response surprised everyone. Not only did he strongly support the proposal, but he also criticized the laziness and misconduct of soldiers in the Eastern and Western camps, emphasizing incidents like last month''s hunting by the Wind Camp and lackluster drills by the Black Camp. He volunteered to address these issues and offered a thousand taels to alleviate His Majesty''s concerns.


    Civil officials were shocked��Wu Wang seemed to echo the Crown Prince but was actually using his opponent''s knife against him. When did Wu Wang become so clever?


    Military officials were equally stunned��Wu Wang usually spoke little and rarely read books. Why was he so eloquent and logical today? He and the Crown Prince were long-time rivals; why would he support him now?


    Even Crown Prince Cui Jie frowned, looking at his brother as if he barely recognized him.


    As Chi Ying predicted, Emperor Jianyuan praised Ji Yu for his proactive approach in addressing the national treasury''s shortfall and entrusted him with the authority to decide who stays and who goes.


    Ji Yu smiled triumphantly.

 Parental Command

    If last time, Baili Zan failed to assist due to misunderstanding, this time he truly contributed. Ji Yu gained life-and-death authority, diligently inspecting camps and dismissing lazy soldiers, particularly those loyal to the Crown Prince. Over a thousand were dismissed, lifting his spirits. Now, he addressed Baili Zan as "Master" following Chi Ying''s lead.


    Following suit, Cao Qian and Yang Qiong also respectfully called him Master during meals. Baili Zan solidified his position as Wu Wang''s chief strategist, much to Chi Ying''s satisfaction.


    New Year''s Eve arrived, and Emperor Jianyuan hosted a grand banquet for officials in the palace. Princes and their consorts attended to celebrate with their parents. Without a Duchess, Chi Ying represented Wu Wang.


    Four months pregnant, her condition wasn''t visibly heavy, and the baby was stable. Attending the banquet should be fine. As she thought this, maids helped her try on formal attire.


    Xiao Qiu presented a bright orange gown, helping her into it and praising: "Lady looks beautiful today."


    Chi Ying rolled her eyes: "Am I not beautiful every day?"


    Xiao Qiu faltered, another maid giggled: "Lady looks exceptionally beautiful today."


    "That''s right!" Xiao Qiu chimed in. "Miss Xie wanted to compete for Your Grace''s favor, but she doesn''t stand a chance."


    Chi Ying sighed: "Can we not mention her on New Year''s?"


    Xiao Qiu stuck out her tongue and stopped talking. Quickly dressing and styling her hair, they added a vibrant hairpin. Chi Ying looked stunning.


    "Lady is so beautiful today, you might outshine the Crown Princess."


    Mentioning Ling Fang made Chi Ying feel guilty. Though she couldn''t marry the Crown Prince due to illness, her sister had to take her place. Despite wishing her well, Chi Ying felt conflicted about her sister enduring her past hardships.


    She planned to chat with her sister during the banquet, hoping she was doing well in the Eastern Palace.


    At departure time, carriages were ready. Ji Yu returned from the military camp and saw Chi Ying dressed up. He paused, then pursed his lips nervously.


    Chi Ying smiled: "Is something wrong? Do I look bad?"


    Ji Yu shook his head, embracing her waist: "Beautiful, let''s go show the ancestors."


    Carefully helping her into the carriage, his gesture impressed the other wives present.


    Among royal sisters-in-law, they knew Chi Ying''s background well. As the daughter of a Grand Tutor, she was once favored for the Crown Princess position but lost it due to illness. Fortunately, Wu Wang didn''t abandon her, granting her the title of concubine.


    But this went beyond mere kindness. Despite pregnancy requiring extra care, Wu Wang treated her with utmost tenderness, unlike other husbands.


    Third Princess Consort sat beside Chi Ying, greeting her politely: "Sister-in-law, given your condition, take extra care in this cold weather."


    Chi Ying recognized her and responded casually.


    Third Prince Cui Huan was the least like his father among the nine princes. He loved poetry and literature rather than politics or military affairs. His talent was undeniable, but literary skills weren''t advantageous for a prince. His mother, originally a servant, was promoted to Concubine after giving birth to him. Thus, Cui Huan served mostly as a pawn for Cui Jie to showcase brotherly love.


    Though Third Prince''s court was less influential, he harbored a cunning advisor named Shan Jian, known for his intelligence and opportunism. Starting in Cui Huan''s service, he eventually moved to Cui Jie''s and later to Sixth Prince Cui Ge''s before retiring with wealth.


    Cui Jie relied on righteous officials, so he lacked ruthless strategists. Shan Jian, though serving Cui Huan, advised Cui Jie, moving between different princes for personal gain.


    Chi Ying intended to talk with her sister during the banquet, hoping she was faring well in the Eastern Palace.


    However, she had never considered Cui Yi before. Thinking that if she could win him over before Cui Jie, it would be extremely beneficial for her future plans. But she still needed to discuss specific actions with Bai Lichan. The women chattered noisily together, mostly about clothing and makeup. Those without sons asked those with sons for secret recipes. Houcheng remembered that she used to be very interested in the topic of "how to give birth to a son". She had talked a lot about it with the Third Wangfei during the banquet, but now looking at them, she just felt sorry for them and had no intention of joining in.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    When the Heaven Worship Ceremony ended, the eunuch came to notify the ladies that they should get into the carriages to go to the Ancestor Worship Ceremony. Only then did these Wangfei temporarily stop talking about having sons and got into their carriages under the escort of their maidservants to rush to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. After waiting for a while at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Emperor Jianyuan and the princes arrived grandly. Cui Yi dismounted from his horse and walked straight up to Houcheng, frowning and scolding, "It''s so cold, why aren''t you sitting in the carriage?"


    Houcheng answered helplessly, "How can one receive the imperial procession inside a carriage?"


    In the distance, Cui Jie also helped Zhangsun Lingfang down from the carriage. The two sisters looked at each other from afar. Zhangsun Lingfang seemed to have a lot to say. Houcheng winked at her, signaling her to talk later. Suddenly, her wrist hurt as Cui Yi said sternly, "What are you looking at?"


    Houcheng pried open his fingers with a smile, "Looking at my own sister, alright? Haven''t seen her for half a year, can''t even take a look?"


    For the women, ancestor worship was nothing more than three kneelings and nine kowtows. Houcheng was already an old hand at this. Apart from being careful with the child in her belly, there was nothing else. After accompanying them through one round of kneeling, burning incense, she then sat back in the carriage and returned to the palace to eat the New Year''s banquet, drink wine, report on the progress of expanding the family to the emperor and empress, etc.


    As Cui Jie was the eldest son, although Zhangsun Lingfang was the youngest among all the daughters-in-law, she had to be the first to step forward to accept Empress''s "loving inquiries". Based on Houcheng''s experience, the Empress wouldn''t make things too difficult for her daughter-in-law. What worried her was that Lingfang might be too nervous. This younger sister, who was two years younger than herself, was actually still a child. In the past, she didn''t like to talk much, but she was good at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and needlework, and was quite popular among girls her age. If she had married two years later, she would definitely have performed better.


    Houcheng watched with worry as her sister stepped forward with Cui Jie to offer wine. Her fingers trembled slightly when lifting the cup, fortunately, she didn''t drop it. Cui Jie''s performance in front of others was still impeccable. He lowered his head and whispered something tenderly to Zhangsun Lingfang. The Crown Princess''s face turned red to her ears, twisting and unable to speak.


    Emperor Jianyuan and the Empress were naturally happy to see harmony between the couple. The Empress affectionately said many words to Zhangsun Lingfang, which were not much different from what Houcheng had heard before, so she wasn''t too concerned.


    Suddenly, Concubine Duan, who was sitting aside, spoke, "The Crown Princess''s physique looks truly delicate. Coincidentally, some New Year''s goods were sent from Xuanzhou a few days ago, including high-quality donkey-hide gelatin. I''ll ask Nongyue to pack a box and send it over. Take care of your health regularly, and hopefully, you can give the Crown Prince a plump and healthy child soon."


    Upon hearing this, Zhangsun Lingfang lowered her head, clutching her sleeves, too anxious to speak.


    Houcheng frowned. Concubine Duan was obviously deliberately provoking the Empress, but when the person being discussed was her own sister, it made her feel uneasy.


    The Empress was considerate of her daughter-in-law, waving her over and holding her small hand, saying, "Don''t rush. Lingfang is only fourteen this year. The affairs of the Eastern Palace are complex, it''s not easy to learn, just don''t tire yourself out. It doesn''t matter if the child comes later. After all, Jie has already had a son and a daughter."


    Concubine Duan smiled again, "Although that''s true, there is still a difference between legitimate and illegitimate children. Isn''t that right, Your Majesty?"


    The Empress''s expression paused. Before she could speak, Emperor Jianyuan said, "Concubine Duan makes sense. Lingfang, let the imperial physician examine you and prescribe medicine to strengthen your body. Eat more nourishing food, understand?"


    Zhangsun Lingfang hastily agreed. Cui Jie smoothly interjected, "It''s my negligence, I haven''t taken good care of Lingfang. Plus, there were constant droughts in the south this year, reports flooded in like snowflakes, I really couldn''t spare time, so I spent less time with Lingfang. Father, Mother, please rest assured, Lingfang and I will definitely give you a grandson next year."


    Tsk tsk, listen to what he said. He not only saved his wife from embarrassment but also expressed his noble stance of putting the country before family. If it weren''t for knowing that Lingfang''s inability to bear children was due to his scheming behind the scenes, Houcheng despised him deeply. Now, whatever Cui Jie did, she could only feel two words: hypocrisy.


    Cui Jie''s words received unanimous praise from Emperor Jianyuan, Empress, and Concubine Duan. Zhangsun Lingfang timidly returned to his side, and they both bowed and withdrew.


    "Announce, King Wu, King Wu''s consort, come up to the hall to offer wine."


    It was their turn. Houcheng took Cui Yi''s extended arm and stood up, approaching to face the test with elegance no less than in her previous life.


    The emperor was still the same emperor, the empress was still the same empress, but Houcheng, who knelt to pay respects, was no longer the Crown Princess.


    She slightly lagged behind Cui Yi by half a step, following him to kneel, "Your servant pays respects to the Emperor, pays respects to the Empress."


    Emperor Jianyuan nodded approvingly, "Good, good, rise."


    Concubine Duan''s expression changed slightly, but it wasn''t her place to speak yet, so she could only lower her head and pretend to drink some wine. Houcheng changing her self-reference meant something, and someone who had been through the palace intrigues for many years like her naturally understood. Since Cui Yi liked Houcheng so much and she was now pregnant, it would be even harder to insert Xie Yuchan between them.


    Contrary to Concubine Duan, the Empress was very pleased and kindly asked Houcheng, "How is your health recently? Remember to take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. If you feel uncomfortable, don''t hesitate to summon the imperial physician. A few days ago, I mentioned to His Majesty that this is Yingrong''s eldest son, we must pay extra attention. I wanted to specially assign an imperial physician to check your pulse daily at the mansion."


    On the surface, Houcheng showed no reaction, but inwardly she thought disdainfully��pay extra attention? The yellow weasel giving New Year''s greetings to the chicken, openly harboring ill intentions. Assigning an imperial physician to check your pulse daily at the mansion, to always keep track of the child''s condition? That''s being polite. To put it bluntly, it''s to conveniently poison. Let the imperial physician fabricate an accident of miscarriage due to eating the wrong thing, and she''d be helpless, unable to speak.


    The Empress''s calculations were clear. Without a legitimate eldest son in the Eastern Palace, the Wu Mansion shouldn''t have one either!


    "Thank you, Empress, for your concern. Since my pregnancy, I''ve been asking Doctor Cheng''s daughter to check my pulse and prescribe medicine. It''s very reliable. There aren''t many imperial physicians, so there''s no need for them to make a special trip to the mansion," Houcheng politely declined the Empress''s kindness.


    The Empress knew of Cheng Hu''s reputation, and since his daughter was skilled in medicine, she had no reason to insist, so she nodded, "That''s fine, it''s easier to communicate as fellow women."


    A maid brought two cups of wine. After Cui Yi and Houcheng offered wine, Emperor Jianyuan suddenly said, "Yingrong, have you thought about the matter I discussed with you earlier?"


    Houcheng was surprised at first. With Cui Yi''s straightforward nature, how could she not know about this?


    "Father, I will not marry," Cui Yi said expressionlessly.


    Emperor Jianyuan''s smile instantly vanished, "What did you say?"


    Houcheng quickly pulled his sleeve. Cui Yi glanced at her unhappily, then softened his tone, "Father, I really don''t want to marry Miss Xie. Her arrogance and bullying of Houcheng in my absence are evident to everyone in the mansion. What use is marrying such a woman?"


    Emperor Jianyuan had never met Xie Yuchan and only heard one-sided accounts from Concubine Duan. Hearing this, his eyebrows twitched, "Oh?"


    Concubine Duan became anxious and hurriedly said, "Yingrong, what nonsense are you talking about? Yuchan is just a bit capricious, where is she arrogant or bullying? When you were sick, she cared for you tirelessly, thinking of you every moment. How could you say such things?"


    She glared at Houcheng accusingly, blaming her for badmouthing Xie Yuchan.


    Houcheng silently smiled. If she defended herself now, she''d fall into the trap. Everyone would think she was slandering Xie Yuchan. So Houcheng remained silent, leaving it to Cui Yi to handle.

 Divide and Conquer

    "She lives in the mansion, whether she''s good or bad, I hear and see it every day, how could I not know?" Cui Yi had always resented being forced to marry, even if it was someone who had raised him for many years. "Concubine Duan, don''t defend her, I will never marry her."


    Concubine Duan wanted to say something but was interrupted by the Empress''s laughter, "Miss Xie is Sister Ye''s niece, she shouldn''t be bad. But since Yingrong doesn''t like her, even if he marries her, he won''t be happy. If he locks her away without seeing or touching her, wouldn''t that waste Miss Xie''s youth? Isn''t that right, Your Majesty?"


    Emperor Jianyuan pondered silently. Concubine Duan continued, "Your Majesty, Yingrong and Yuchan''s marriage was promised by you and Empress Xiaoling in front of the entire Xie family. The Xie family has carefully nurtured their daughter for many years. If we don''t take her, how can Yuchan hold her head high in the future? Besides, Yingrong marrying Yuchan was Empress Xiaoling''s wish. Now that she has passed away, this is her only wish. Can Your Majesty bear to let her spirit in heaven not rest in peace?"


    The Empress laughed, "The engagement back then was just a casual joke by Empress Xiaoling, how could it count? Moreover, Houcheng is outstanding in appearance, background, and manners. I believe Empress Xiaoling would be pleased to see Yingrong married to such a good wife."


    The two women argued back and forth, each sticking to their own arguments. Cui Yi, the main character, was stunned, curiously looking at Houcheng��why was the Empress speaking for him?


    Houcheng looked back helplessly��he thought she was really helping him? She was afraid he''d ally with the Xie family, adding pressure to the Crown Prince.


    "Stop arguing," Emperor Jianyuan declared, and both the Empress and Concubine Duan fell silent. "Yingrong, I''ll ask you one last time, will you marry or not?"


    Cui Yi answered without hesitation, "I cannot marry."


    Houcheng could tell Emperor Jianyuan was trying to stay calm but was internally furious. If it weren''t for the fact that getting angry during the New Year was inauspicious, he would have already shouted.


    Emperor Jianyuan took a deep breath and asked, "Then whom do you plan to pass your title to in the future?"


    Cui Yi glanced at Houcheng''s belly.


    Emperor Jianyuan said, "Changsun Tai''s daughter is certainly not bad. Since you refuse to marry Miss Xie, let''s wait until next summer when the child is born to decide. If it''s a boy, Changsun Houcheng will be promoted to King Wu''s consort, and I will no longer interfere with your marriage."


    "If it''s a girl, I will select a suitable lady from a scholarly family in the capital, and you must marry her whether you like it or not."


    Before Cui Yi could speak, Emperor Jianyuan concluded, "Marriage should be decided by parents. Empress Xiaoling passed away early, and I indulged you because I pitied your loss of mother at a young age. Don''t think you can always be wilful!"


    There was no room for argument anymore. Cui Yi could only bow, "Yes."


    At this point, Houcheng finally understood why Concubine Duan had said "legitimate and illegitimate are different." It was indeed a hidden agenda aimed at squeezing Zhangsun Lingfang and ultimately targeting her, Changsun Houcheng. By reminding Emperor Jianyuan of Cui Yi''s delayed marriage as a legitimate-turned-illegitimate son, she also implied that even if Houcheng gave birth to a child, it would be an illegitimate one, like the children of Cui Jie''s concubines, unworthy of the high society.


    After returning to their seats, Cui Yi grumbled in a low voice, "You''re usually eloquent, why didn''t you say anything just now?"


    Houcheng replied helplessly, "What should I say? That Miss Xie bullied me?"


    Cui Yi frowned, "Isn''t it better to say something than nothing?"


    Houcheng was at a loss, unable to explain in detail. She suddenly had an idea and gave him an analogy, "Suppose you''re picky about food, only eating meat and refusing vegetables, and then you''re criticized. At that moment, would the meat explain that it''s because the vegetables taste bad that you refuse to eat them?"


    Cui Yi''s eyes widened noticeably. After thinking for a moment, he silently nodded.


    The subsequent offerings of wine by the Third Prince and his consort, the Fourth Prince and his consort, were minor roles that neither the Empress nor other consorts found troublesome. They symbolically asked about their recent conditions and dismissed them to eat.


    The New Year''s banquet lasted until the hour of Hai (9-11 PM). Then, it was time to watch the opera. Every New Year and birthday, the royal family would invite the best opera troupes to perform in the palace. This year was no exception. Houcheng had little interest in watching operas, especially since she had seen them before, and she was tired. She leaned against the backrest and started to doze off.


    Soon, Xiaoqiu gently touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Lady, Second Lady wants to talk to you."


    Houcheng immediately woke up with a start, glancing at Cui Yi beside her. Good, he was completely engrossed in the opera, so she didn''t need to worry about him not letting her go. She said, "I''ll go."


    But Cui Yi immediately turned his head, "Where are you going?"


    Houcheng smiled bitterly, "To relieve myself, do you want to come along?"


    Cui Yi''s lips twitched, "Return quickly, be careful on the way."


    Houcheng nodded and followed Xiaoqiu down the viewing platform. An old nanny from the Eastern Palace was already waiting. Seeing them, she silently gestured for them to follow her, leading them around the theater to a small courtyard nearby.


    Last night, a heavy snowfall covered the city, and the snow piled up along the palace paths, chilling to the bone. Houcheng wrapped her fur cloak tighter and asked the maid ahead, "Madam, did the Crown Princess say what she wanted to talk about?"


    The nanny didn''t turn around or answer. Houcheng sensed something was wrong and pretended to stumble, sitting down with a cry, "Ah!"Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Xiaoqiu was almost scared out of her wits, "Lady! Lady, what happened? Did you hurt your foot? Does it hurt?"


    Houcheng acted as if in great pain, clutching her ankle, "Ow, my foot... twisted, hurts! Feels broken, so painful!" Then, she discreetly pinched Xiaoqiu.


    Having served Houcheng for so long, Xiaoqiu immediately understood. She loudly called out, "Help! Something''s wrong! The Wangfei sprained her ankle! Someone call the imperial physician!"


    Her cries immediately drew the patrolling guards'' attention. The squad leader asked loudly, "What''s the commotion?"


    Xiaoqiu waved her hands, exaggerating Houcheng''s situation, "Our Wangfei felt stuffy in the viewing area and asked me to walk around. But the road was uneven, and she twisted her ankle. She can''t stand up now. Quickly call the imperial physician!"


    The squad leader immediately straightened up and ordered, "Quick, fetch the imperial physician!"


    "No need for the physician, let me check the Wangfei first," the nanny said, squatting down in front of Houcheng, feeling her ankle and then squeezing hard, causing Houcheng to scream in pain.


    "Don''t bother calling the physician, let me check the Wangfei first," the nanny said, squatting down in front of Houcheng, feeling her ankle and then squeezing hard, causing Houcheng to scream in pain.


    Joking! If she really allowed her to manipulate her ankle, it would surely break! This was just a ruse to escape. Better to cut her losses and leave before losing a leg, Houcheng thought. She hurriedly pushed her hand away, "No need, no need, I suddenly feel much better, it doesn''t hurt anymore. Madam, you''re truly skilled, you healed me instantly."


    She quickly stood up with Xiaoqiu''s help, fearful that the nanny would try to harm her again.


    The squad leader asked worriedly, "Are you sure you''re okay?"


    Houcheng nodded repeatedly, "Fine, fine, just a slight twist. I''m going back now."


    The squad leader said, "Let us escort you."


    With escorts, it was perfect, saving her from any further trouble. Houcheng agreed immediately, "Thank you very much."


    Just as she was about to leave, she saw the nanny still standing there, her expression clearly showing frustration at her failed plan. Houcheng thought to herself that it was fortunate she had been cautious. Otherwise, who knew what trouble she might encounter tonight.


    "Oh, right, Madam, thank you very much," Houcheng, remembering the pinch, said, "The Crown Princess is my sister. I will definitely ask her to reward you properly."


    The nanny''s face remained stiff, replying stiffly, "Thank you, Wangfei."


    In front of the guards, Houcheng exposed the nanny''s identity and hinted at the suspicious circumstances without revealing the details. If anyone questioned the incident later, she would have witnesses, making the Empress hesitant to harm her unborn child.


    She had originally planned to chat with her sister during the banquet, but now it seemed impossible.


    Back at the viewing platform, Cui Yi noticed her limping and his eyes bulged, "What happened to your foot?"


    "Shh! It''s fake, don''t spread it around," Houcheng sat back in her seat, pretending she had gone to the restroom and returned to continue watching the opera.


    Though Cui Yi was puzzled, he couldn''t ask in front of everyone. He waited patiently for the opera to end.


    After the opera, the Empress announced, as per tradition, they would stay overnight in the palace to celebrate the New Year with the Emperor.


    Cui Yi was not pleased. It was freezing cold, and Houcheng had already worked hard today, greeting, drinking, and performing rituals. He couldn''t let her stay up all night. So, despite everyone''s agreement, he firmly said, "We won''t stay."


    Concubine Duan reproached, "Everyone else is staying, why only you two want to leave? You rarely come to the capital, this is a rare opportunity to spend the New Year with your father. Don''t ruin the mood."


    Due to the earlier disagreement over Xie Yuchan, Cui Yi was already upset. If it weren''t for her upbringing, he might have said something harsh. Politely, he responded, "Since I''m usually absent, my presence or absence doesn''t make much difference. Houcheng is tired, I''ll accompany her back to rest."


    Concubine Duan persisted, "Staying in the palace is the same. You can rest in the Hanfu Palace, let Houcheng rest there first. Or if you''re worried, I''ll ask Nongyue to serve her. New Year is about reunion."


    Missing you, even your father emperor wouldn''t be happy." Prince Cui Yi''s face was solemn, seemingly puzzled again. Why was Concubine Duan now speaking on behalf of the Empress? They had never gotten along well before, so what was going on today?


    "Alright then, Empress, have someone clean up the places where they used to live, prioritizing Hanfu Palace," Emperor Jianyuan, as the head of the family, had absolute decision-making power at this moment and thus issued an order. "Concubine Duan, send two maids from your palace to take care of them. If Yingrong doesn''t feel reassured, he can accompany them over and return to Qingchun Palace after Chengying falls asleep."


    The Empress and Concubine Duan immediately agreed and turned to instruct their servants and eunuchs to carry out the tasks. The stewardess of Songya Palace, Nongyue, approached Chengying: "Your Highness, please follow me."


    "Eh..." Just as Prince Cui Yi was about to follow, Chengying waved her hand: "No need for Your Highness to escort me. Please stay with His Majesty at Qingchun Palace for the New Year''s Eve. With the maids from Concubine Duan''s palace taking care of us, why would Your Highness still be worried?"


    Concubine Duan nodded repeatedly, but Prince Cui Yi seemed to sense something off in her words. However, if he tried to pinpoint it, he couldn''t figure out exactly what was wrong. But since the emperor had already given his command, as a son, he could only obey and followed behind Emperor Jianyuan with a slight frown.


    Nongyue led Chengying and Xiaoqiu around a courtyard, where a carriage was already waiting, indicating it had been prepared in advance. The journey from the theater to Songya Palace was quite long. After getting into the carriage, seeing that Nongyue didn''t intend to enter the compartment, Chengying invited her: "Lady Nongyue, come in and sit. It''s cold outside; don''t catch a chill."


    Nongyue smiled faintly and declined: "No, it would be too crowded for Your Highness. I''ll just sit outside."


    Crowded? Hardly. Chengying thought that even if another Prince Cui Yi were to squeeze in, she wouldn''t feel cramped, let alone a maid. So she spoke directly: "I have a few questions for Lady Nongyue. Or has Lady Duan already ordered you not to say anything to me?"


    Nongyue had no choice but to get into the carriage, close the door tightly, adjust the charcoal brazier, and ask: "What does Your Highness want to know?"


    Chengying looked at her calmly: "When did Miss Xie enter the palace?"


    Nongyue fell silent, unsure how to respond. Chengying continued: "Once we arrive at Songya Palace, will I be greeted by drugged snacks or Miss Xie''s punches and kicks? Lady, you''re burdened with the responsibility of watching over me. If anything happens to me, regardless of who is behind it, you will bear the blame. At best, you might receive a slap and be made to kneel, and at worst, you could be beaten to death. Is this how you treat those close to you?"


    Nongyue''s face flushed red and pale alternately, and after a while, she said: "Your Highness is overthinking. Her Majesty has no ill intentions; she just hopes that Prince can spend more time with His Majesty and fulfill his filial duties."


    "Fulfill his filial duties, and then what?" Chengying laughed. "Will His Majesty change his mind and appoint Prince as the heir? And Miss Xie will marry Prince, becoming the future Empress and Empress Dowager. The Xie family will rise to prominence as the emperor''s in-laws. What does Lady Duan gain? She isn''t Prince''s birth mother nor a Xie, so even if Prince becomes emperor, she won''t benefit much, at most perhaps a beautiful temple where she can live in glory."


    Nongyue remained silent, and Chengying knew she had guessed correctly. Sighing, she said: "Please advise Her Majesty to think carefully. Working so hard to help others, what is the point?"


    For the rest of the journey, the three people in the carriage remained silent. Upon entering Songya Palace and not seeing Xie Yuchan, Chengying realized that Lady Duan must have arranged for her to appear at Qingchun Palace, conveniently filling the void left by herself when she returned to rest. Even if someone wanted to find fault, there was still the relationship of first cousins to mitigate any criticism.


    Praying silently, Chengying hoped Prince Cui Yi wouldn''t hit a woman in front of his father and brothers. Since they had spoken frankly in the carriage, she drank the tea served without worry.


    If she had been nervous before, now it should be Nongyue who was anxious. If anything happened to her, whoever was behind it would make Nongyue take the blame.


    After resting for half an hour at Songya Palace, someone from Hanfu Palace came to report that everything was ready and asked the princess to move over. As Nongyue escorted them to the carriage, she remarked: "Your Highness sees things so clearly; no wonder Prince favors you. But in this imperial palace, who isn''t trying their best to climb higher or at least secure a stable position? I am also caught up in this."


    "I understand; everyone has their difficulties," Chengying comforted her with a smile and entered the carriage with Xiaoqiu''s help.


    When the carriage arrived at Hanfu Palace and the door opened, Chengying realized what Nongyue''s previous words meant. Crown Princess Changsun Lingfang stood at the steps of Hanfu Palace.


    Xiaoqiu was momentarily stunned: "Crown Princess..."


    Changsun Lingfang wore a fiery red palace dress, her makeup making her youthful face look older than it was. But looking closely into her eyes, one could see the anxiety of a young girl and the worries of a crown princess.


    She opened her mouth slightly and called out timidly: "Sister."


    Xiaoqiu quickly understood and pulled Chengying forward: "Second Young Mistress, why are you here? Let''s go inside and sit down. It''s cold standing here in the wind."


    In Chengying''s eyes, no matter how her sister changed, she was always her younger sister, someone she needed to protect. Although she realized her sister''s appearance here was abnormal, she held onto a glimmer of hope that perhaps she had just come to apologize.


    Without Nongyue accompanying them, the familiar faces of the palace maids and eunuchs at Hanfu Palace made Chengying smile. Even if someone else didn''t recognize them, she knew every detail about them, including their families and hidden wealth.


    While Chengying unexpectedly met her sister at Hanfu Palace, at Qingchun Palace, Prince Cui Yi also encountered Xie Yuchan unexpectedly.


    Perhaps reminded by her family, Xie Yuchan appeared unusually gentle today, neither shouting nor clinging to Prince Cui Yi like an octopus. When Lady Duan introduced her to everyone, the third and fourth princes'' consorts all exchanged knowing smiles��no wonder they went to great lengths to keep Prince Cui Yi in the palace for the New Year''s Eve and sent away Changsun Chengying, obviously paving the way for their niece.


    Emperor Jianyuan, hearing Lady Duan praise her niece endlessly, saw Xie Yuchan for the first time. He called her forward and asked a few questions, which Lady Duan had rehearsed beforehand. Xie Yuchan answered fluently, appearing quiet and obedient. Although Emperor Jianyuan didn''t explicitly say anything, his expression clearly conveyed satisfaction.


    Prince Cui Yi felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.


    Without Chengying by his side to consult, seeing his father''s growing favor towards Xie Yuchan, how could this end well?

 future daughter-in-law

    At this moment, Cao Qian, dressed casually, hurriedly entered through a side door, glanced at "the favored" Xie Yuchan, walked quickly to Prince Cui Yi, and whispered a few words in his ear.


    Prince Cui Yi''s eyes lit up, and he waved Cao Qian away, then pondered for a while and decided. "Father Emperor, Mother Consort Duan, Your Son has an unreasonable request."


    Emperor Jianyuan, who had been communicating with the "future daughter-in-law," heard his son speak and turned his gaze to him: "What unreasonable request? Speak."


    Prince Cui Yi stood up and bowed to the two elders: "Your Son wants to ask Mother Consort Duan for a person."


    Lady Duan was surprised; Prince Cui Yi had never asked her for anything, especially not a person. Without prior notice, why would he suddenly make such a request?


    Emperor Jianyuan was equally puzzled: "A person? Who? Which maid from Lady Duan''s palace has caught your eye?"


    Prince Cui Yi replied firmly: "Your Son wants Lady Nongyue."


    Instantly, the entire Qingchun Palace fell silent. Everyone, from the emperor and empress to the princes and princesses, stopped eating and drinking, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.


    "This... Lady Nongyue has been with me for over ten years. If you take her away, who will manage Songya Palace?" Though surprised, Lady Duan still expressed her stance.


    Emperor Jianyuan''s face darkened, turning green and white: "This is absurd!"


    Prince Cui Jie, standing beside, laughed: "Second Brother likes older women?"


    Prince Cui Yi remained expressionless: "Older women have more experience. In a few months, Chengying will give birth, and there''s no experienced woman in the palace to help. Asking Mother Consort Duan for a capable maid to assist makes perfect sense."


    Prince Cui Jie shook his head with a smile: "Nothing wrong with that. Quite reasonable."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "You��" Emperor Jianyuan''s beard nearly stood on end from anger. Fortunately, the Empress patted his back: "Your Majesty, don''t get angry. Getting upset will harm your health. Besides, Prince Yingrong''s request makes sense. It''s inconvenient for Wufu Palace without an experienced woman. If Lady Duan is reluctant to part with Lady Nongyue, I can select a reliable maid from Yaohua Palace for Prince Yingrong."


    Lady Duan wasn''t pleased; this was clearly an attempt to plant a spy in Wufu Palace. She quickly changed her tone: "It''s not that I''m reluctant, but I need time to find a suitable replacement. If Prince Yingrong values Lady Nongyue, it''s her fortune. But other maids might not suit him. In a few days, I''ll send her over."


    This was the difference between stating the reason first and making the request first. Stating the reason first made the request seem justified, while stating the request first made the reason sound like an excuse. Following Cao Qian''s advice��"If Miss Xie impresses the emperor, use the excuse of caring for your wife to ask for Lady Duan''s capable maid, remember to state the request first"��Prince Cui Yi hadn''t noticed anything wrong, but everyone else had already misinterpreted the situation.


    Coupled with Prince Cui Jie''s question, Prince Cui Yi had essentially earned the reputation of being infatuated with an old, faded maid.


    Miss Xie Yuchan, who had been acting demurely, couldn''t remain calm anymore. Seeing that Prince Cui Yi, supposedly her fianc��, ignored her and favored an old maid, it was a huge humiliation. Plus, Emperor Jianyuan seemed satisfied with her, and in her excitement, she lost control.


    "Brother Yingrong, you��you''re too much!"


    Lady Duan gasped, but Prince Cui Yi smiled.


    Xie Yuchan clenched her fists against her chest, both sorrowful and furious: "First, you took in a plain concubine, now you want a lowly maid. Am I not prettier and better than them? Why won''t you look at me properly?!"


    As soon as she finished speaking, the Empress slammed the table in anger: "How dare you! In front of the emperor, who allowed you to shout? A commoner dares to call the prince by name. Today, I''ll teach you the palace rules. Beat her!"


    "Empress, please have mercy!" Lady Duan knelt down in fright, pleading loudly: "Empress, please forgive her. She''s young and ignorant. It''s my fault for not disciplining her. Please have mercy!"


    Xie Yuchan thought that Emperor Jianyuan favored her and believed crying would win sympathy, but instead, she received a scolding from the Empress, and Lady Duan knelt down to beg for mercy. Seeing Emperor Jianyuan''s displeased expression, she realized she had caused a disaster and quickly knelt down: "Your Majesty, Empress, please spare me. I know I was wrong. I only thought of Brother Yingrong and acted rashly. Please show mercy!"


    Fortunately, Emperor Jianyuan wasn''t a petty ruler. Although his impression of her had significantly diminished, he decided to be lenient: "Get up. Considering this is your first offense, I won''t pursue it further. However, regarding the engagement, it was merely a joke by Empress Xiaolin. The Xie family took it seriously, but raising you all these years wasn''t easy. But Yingrong is my beloved son, and if he doesn''t wish to marry you, I won''t force him."


    Xie Yuchan''s eyes filled with despair: "Your Majesty..."


    "I know you''re only fifteen. Returning to Xuanzhou and marrying another won''t be too late. When you wed, I''ll send generous gifts as an apology."


    Lady Duan couldn''t hold back anymore: "Your Majesty! Empress Xiaolin..."


    Emperor Jianyuan waved his hand coldly: "Don''t mention Empress Xiaolin again. My decision is final. Next year, if Changsun Chengying gives birth to a daughter, I''ll choose a suitable bride for Yingrong from the capital''s noble families. Xie Yuchan."


    Xie Yuchan, tears streaming down her face, knelt before the throne: "Yes..."


    "Leave."


    The emperor''s word was law. Xie Yuchan left Qingchun Palace in sorrow, while the princes, princesses, and nobles present admired the drama unfolding before them.


    Prince Cui Yi showed a smug expression, deciding to reward Bai Lichan later.

 Eastern Palace

    Chengying held her sister Changsun Lingfang''s hand and entered the palace hall, where warm stoves were already lit. On the couch, there were soft cushions and thin quilts. After sitting down, hot water bottles were immediately brought in, followed by tea and fruits. The servants withdrew one by one.


    "You leave," Changsun Lingfang said somewhat awkwardly to a palace maid.


    Chengying recognized the maid as one assigned by the Empress from Yaohua Palace. All the other servants from the palace and Xiaoqiu, Chengying''s personal maid, discreetly avoided the scene, except for this one, who refused to leave and didn''t seem to heed Changsun Lingfang''s orders.


    Seeing her standing still, Changsun Lingfang''s face showed displeasure, and she raised her voice: "I told you to leave."


    Chengying knew this was the Empress''s spy and couldn''t be driven away. She stepped in to mediate: "We still need someone to serve here. Let her stay. Xiaoqiu, take her to the outer room and draw the bead curtain. Whatever happens inside won''t be visible."


    Changsun Lingfang''s eyes were slightly red-rimmed. Chengying smiled and took her sister''s hand: "Are you accustomed to life in the palace?"


    Changsun Lingfang replied softly: "At first, I wasn''t used to it, but now I am."


    Chengying felt guilty toward her sister and seeing her sad expression, felt even more compassion: "I''m sorry, Sister. You''re so young yet have to shoulder half the responsibilities of the Eastern Palace. How does the prince treat you?"


    "He treats me very well," Changsun Lingfang blushed, revealing a hint of girlish shyness. "Before marriage, Mother told me that the prince had four or five concubines in the Eastern Palace and might not spend every night with me. But in the past six months, he has spent most nights in my quarters, only occasionally staying with other concubines or sleeping alone in his study."


    It seemed Prince Cui Jie treated her kindly, and Chengying felt relieved. She had worried that Changsun Lingfang''s introverted nature would make her unappealing to the prince. But it seemed her concerns were unfounded. Prince Cui Jie relied on Changsun Tai, so he wouldn''t mistreat Changsun Lingfang publicly.


    Changsun Lingfang seemed wary of the maid outside and spoke in hushed tones. Chengying asked about her daily life and sensed that her sister''s situation in the Eastern Palace wasn''t much different from hers. With the support of the prince and the Empress, the concubines didn''t dare offend her.


    After chatting for a while, the maid outside interrupted: "Crown Princess, don''t chat too late. Otherwise, if the Empress arrives at the Eastern Palace and can''t find you, it will be disastrous."


    Changsun Lingfang shivered slightly. Chengying inwardly scoffed��without the Empress''s permission, how could the crown princess leave Qingchun Palace to chat with her sister, who was on the opposing side? This was clearly a reminder to gather intelligence or risk punishment.


    "How does Prince treat you?" Changsun Lingfang reluctantly switched the topic.


    Chengying smiled and deliberately spoke loud enough for the maid outside to hear: "Prince treats me very well. Despite seeming stern and quiet, he''s actually very gentle. He''s never raised his voice at me, and I handle most matters in the palace, while he rarely interferes."


    If Prince Cui Jie''s ship was a beautiful painted boat, Prince Cui Yi''s was currently just a small raft, easily overturned by any wave. But Chengying didn''t intend to show weakness. On the contrary, the more authority she displayed in Wufu Palace, the more Prince Cui Jie would respect Changsun Lingfang. Otherwise, if Changsun Tai defected to Prince Cui Yi, it would cause significant trouble.


    After all, half of the court officials were disciples of Grand Tutor Changsun Tai, a group of idle critics who posed a threat to Prince Cui Jie''s flawless image. While they were under the same roof, harmony prevailed, but once separated, they would surely file complaints daily, potentially impeaching him as the crown prince.


    Changsun Lingfang bit her lip, stealing glances at Chengying''s belly. Four months pregnant, there was hardly any visible bump. She hesitated and asked: "Has the doctor determined if it''s a boy or a girl?"


    "Not yet. It''s too early to tell," Chengying chuckled, realizing her sister was still an innocent child, asking whatever the Empress instructed. Most people usually asked about food cravings.


    After a pause, Changsun Lingfang continued asking about various aspects of life in Wufu Palace, from Bai Lichan to the Xie siblings, even mentioning Yang Qiong, who had visited only twice. Chengying couldn''t help but marvel at the Empress''s extensive intelligence network. She responded vaguely, knowing the maid outside wouldn''t dare press for details. Soon, half an hour passed.


    "It''s getting late, Crown Princess, we should return. Let Her Highness rest," the maid interjected again.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Changsun Lingfang looked reluctant, but Chengying smiled and touched her face: "Let''s go. I''m tired too. We''ll have plenty of opportunities to chat later. No rush."


    "Mm, then..." Changsun Lingfang got up, and the maid helped her put on shoes and straighten her clothes. "I''ll take my leave."


    Chengying nodded: "Be careful on your way."


    Xiaoqiu opened the door, and Changsun Lingfang was about to step out when she suddenly paused: "Sister."


    Chiyang looked up at her, "What?"


    Changsun Lingfang''s lips trembled slightly, her voice quivering, "I''m sorry."


    Although she didn''t spell it out, Chiyang could easily read from her eyes that she was apologizing for the incident with the governess in the He Opera House. She quickly smiled and said, "Why are you apologizing? I''m your sister, go back and rest."


    Changsun Lingfang bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and left the palace door, followed by the palace maid.


    Xiaoqiu closed the door and came forward to whisper, "Miss, I feel like Second Miss has suffered a lot. Even an ordinary palace maid dares to boss her around. She is the Crown Princess, how can she let a palace maid get the upper hand?"


    Chiyang sighed, "You don''t understand. Although Lingfang is the Crown Princess, she still has her mother-in-law above her. The palace maid who is supposed to serve her is actually there to monitor her. Our Changsun family��s girls married the Crown Prince and the King, do you think the Empress can be at ease with her?"


    Xiaoqiu nodded in understanding and sympathetically said, "Second Miss is really pitiful."


    Chiyang smiled, "You should pity me instead. It��s been a day of battles, exhausting me. Go fetch some water for me to wash up."


    The celebration at Qingchun Palace ended close to the second watch. Snow started falling in the latter part of the night. When Cui Yi returned to Hanfu Palace, snow covered his shoulders. Chiyang was still reading on the Luohan bed and asked upon seeing him, "Is it snowing? Why didn��t you have someone hold an umbrella for you? Aren��t you afraid of catching a cold coming back like this?"


    Cui Yi did not answer, "Why aren''t you asleep yet?"


    "I��m not sleepy yet. I was waiting for you to return to talk about things," Chiyang said as she tried to get up, but Cui Yi raised his hand, "Stay seated."


    After removing his snow-covered cloak and handing it to a palace maid, Cui Yi also climbed onto the Luohan bed, sitting cross-legged like a fisherman in a raincoat, lost in thought.


    Chiyang put down the book and looked at him, "Is it customary for princes and princesses to stay in the palace on New Year''s Eve?"


    Cui Yi remained silent but nodded.


    "Then I need to tell you something," Chiyang had already sorted out most of what happened tonight while waiting for him to return, "When you went to Qingchun Palace to see the New Year in, the Crown Princess came to see me."


    Cui Yi suddenly lifted his head, his scattered gaze instantly becoming sharp, "What did she come for?"


    Chiyang replied, "It would be hard for you to believe that she came purely to chat with me. So, before I say anything, please don��t get angry, otherwise, I won��t say anything."


    Cui Yi became impatient, urging her, "Just say it, why all the fuss?"


    Chiyang smiled, "I��m afraid you might pinch me again. If you ask me, I��d say Lingfang both wanted to see me and was afraid to see me. Since childhood, she has relied on me for everything. Now, being alone in the palace, she must be scared. But when she finally got the chance to meet me, she had to ask questions she didn��t want to ask. The Empress has placed people around her. Her visit tonight was arranged by the Empress."


    Cui Yi looked at her expressionlessly, "What did you two talk about?"


    "She asked about you and the child. All these were forced. There were the Empress��s people watching outside, so I avoided answering directly," Chiyang explained.


    Cui Yi sneered, "How do you know she was forced?"


    Chiyang said seriously, "She apologized to me before leaving. Remember when I left midway during the play? I came back limping and asked you what happened."


    "I remember, you said you went to the bathroom, didn��t you?" Cui Yi suspiciously sized her up, "So, it wasn��t?"


    Chiyang helplessly lowered her head, "Xiaoqiu told me Lingfang wanted to see me, so I went. But the further I walked, the more uneasy I felt. The governess leading the way seemed to be taking me to a secluded spot, so I pretended to twist my ankle and had the guards bring me back."


    Cui Yi frowned deeply, his voice filled with displeasure, "You hid this from me, didn��t you think about the dangers? You��re not alone now."


    Chiyang sincerely apologized, "It was my mistake. At the time, I didn��t expect the Empress to be so eager to kill me. Later, I realized it must be because of the Emperor��s previous promise to you. She must have changed her plan. I guess she originally just wanted to chat with me and then create an accident on the way back to distance herself."


    Cui Yi sternly lectured, "Learn from this experience."


    Chiyang cheerfully agreed, "Your Highness is right, I��ll remember."


    After Chiyang finished explaining, Cui Yi wiped his hands with a hot towel and began talking about his own experiences, "Earlier at Qingchun Palace, Consort Duan brought that Xie girl to His Majesty."


    This was within Chiyang��s expectations, so she smiled and asked, "Consort Duan must have prepped her well to leave a good impression on the Emperor."


    Cui Yi snorted, his lips curling into a smile, "Paper cannot wrap fire. Following Master Bai��s brilliant plan, she immediately revealed her true colors."


    "Oh?" Chiyang could infer from Consort Duan��s attitude that Xie Yuchan had been brought into the palace. Baili Zan was in the Wangfu, and he would be the first to know if Xie Yuchan disappeared. What intrigued her was what ingenious plan Master Bai had devised this time, "What did Your Highness say?"


    Cui Yi proudly held up his thumb, "I told Father that I wanted Mother Consort Duan��s servant Nongyue."


    Chiyang was speechless, "Master��s plan... worked well. His intention was probably to warn Consort Duan, and if he could expose Lady Xie, even better. However..."


    Cui Yi cast a dissatisfied glance, "However, what? Say it."


    Chiyang honestly said, "Does Your Highness not care that others might think you fancy a woman in her forties? Besides, Nongyue is actually the Empress��s spy��Your Highness!"


    Before she could finish, Cui Yi crushed the teacup in his hand.


    In the Wu Wangfu, Baili Zan sneezed violently.


    "Baili Zan!" Cui Yi gritted his teeth, ignoring the hot tea spilling all over the table, "He dared to trick me! Does he not want his smart head anymore?"


    Chiyang hurriedly laughed and comforted him, "Your Highness, calm down. Master also considered the bigger picture. Moreover, how you handle her after bringing her back is up to you. If you find her disagreeable, you can send her far away."


    Cui Yi was still furious, "What about my reputation?"


    Chiyang looked at him sincerely, "Since Your Highness doesn��t want to be Emperor, how much does reputation matter?"


    Cui Yi was speechless, his face turning red. Chiyang giggled inwardly and continued to console him, "Your Highness should think of it this way: sacrificing your reputation has cut off Consort Duan��s capable aide and removed the Empress��s spy in Songya Palace. Isn��t that worth it?"


    "Wait," Cui Yi suddenly narrowed his eyes, realizing he missed a key point, "Nongyue is the Empress��s spy?"


    Chiyang nodded, "Without her help, Lingfang wouldn��t have been able to see me. But I guess she sought self-preservation and joined the Empress. Consort Duan decided to sacrifice her to eliminate the child in my belly. I think she did it reluctantly. If she escapes the palace, she might be grateful to Your Highness and willingly serve you."


    Cui Yi��s eyes blazed with anger, "I can understand the Empress plotting against us, but Consort Duan��"


    Chiyang calmly waved her hand, smiling, "Consort Duan also wants what��s best for Your Highness. Who could blame her for targeting someone powerless like me, who��s also related to the Crown Princess? Tonight, the Empress and Consort Duan��s plans coincided. Fortunately, with Master��s assistance, we managed to navigate through the dangers. One wrong step could have led to unpredictable consequences."


    Cui Yi grunted thoughtfully, stroking his chin, "Given that, I��ll let his head stay on his neck for now."


    As the fourth watch approached, both exhausted from recounting their respective encounters, they stopped talking and went to bed.

 prophetic months

    For ordinary families, the Spring Festival usually lasted until the Lantern Festival, but the emperor couldn��t afford to take a half-month break from court duties. After celebrating New Year��s Eve and New Year��s Day, civil and military officials resumed their duties. Cui Yi and Chiyang returned to the Wangfu.


    For others, this year was no different from previous years, but for the Wu Wangfu, it marked a challenging start. A new decree halved the salaries of surviving soldiers in the East and West camps.


    Rather than wait passively, Chiyang believed in proactive action. Although farming couldn��t begin before spring, tens of thousands of soldiers couldn��t starve in their barracks. After discussing with Baili Zan, Chiyang decided to organize a hunting trip.


    Since the founding of the Great Chu Dynasty, due to the founder��s love for martial arts, a vast hunting ground was reserved for royal use. During the Jianyuan era, the emperor disliked hunting, as did the Crown Prince. Among the princes, only Cui Yi enjoyed martial activities, while others merely went through the motions. Thus, Emperor Jianyuan gifted the hunting grounds to his second son.


    However, in the preceding years, Cui Yi had been away fighting, never using the hunting grounds.


    During the founder��s reign, annual hunts yielded bountiful results. Years of neglect meant the animals in the mountains were likely fat and plentiful, perfect for solving the food problem.


    On the third day of the New Year, Cui Yi led five hundred cavalry and infantrymen from the West camp, divided into four groups, heading towards the royal hunting grounds.


    Chiyang found staying indoors boring, so she had her carriage follow to watch the excitement. Initially, Cui Yi disagreed, fearing it might scare the baby, but Chiyang retorted, "Would the child of the Great Chu��s war god fear swords and arrows?" He relented and took her along.


    The royal hunting grounds were covered in snow, glistening white. Chiyang peeked out, finding the brightness almost blinding, and pulled the curtain shut. Outside, Cui Yi loudly commanded, "Everyone, stay alert! For one hour, the team with the most catches will receive generous rewards. The individual with the highest score will get extra rewards! Show the same spirit as you do in battle!"


    The soldiers�� responses roared like thunder. Cui Yi pointed to the four men in front, "You four are my trusted generals. Don��t disappoint me."


    Cao Qian and the other three generals saluted.


    Yang Qiong, currently a low-ranking officer under Cao Qian, had been informed by Cui Yi to perform well during the hunt. If successful, he would lead his own team the following days. With unanimous approval from the other generals, his promotion would seem natural.


    Though Yang Qiong excelled with spears, Chiyang was unsure of his archery skills. She simply hoped the famous general wouldn��t waste his talents in the West camp.


    Horns sounded, awakening hibernating animals. Cui Yi raised his whip, shouting, "Charge!" Leading the troops into the forest, followed closely by Cao Qian and the others, the five hundred men charged up the mountain.


    Xiaoqiu peered out, sticking out her tongue in amazement, "This is incredible! Just a hunt and it��s so grand. Imagine what a real battle would be like."


    Leaning against the carriage wall, Chiyang read a book and smiled, "Today is just a trial. If successful, we��ll return tomorrow, but it won��t be just five hundred men then."


    Xiaoqiu stuck out her tongue, "Won��t they wipe out all the animals then?"


    Chiyang paused, nodding slowly, "You��re right. We should remind His Highness not to hunt young animals. That way, there will be more next year. Otherwise, overfishing will be counterproductive."


    She called over a soldier guarding the carriage and sent him to deliver the message to Cui Yi. The soldier returned after a short while, reporting that the terrain made it difficult to relay the message. Starting tomorrow, they would avoid hunting young animals. Chiyang accepted this.


    An hour later, soldiers returned with game hanging from their horses and shoulders, mostly rabbits and pheasants, but also deer and snakes. Cui Yi, riding Jinwu, appeared like a fiery flame amidst the snow, holding a sable triumphantly, "Good fur. I��ll have someone make you a scarf." Chiyang praised him, "Your Highness is mighty!"


    After the hunt, teams counted their hauls. Naturally, Cui Yi��s team had the most, and among individuals, Yang Qiong stood out��both expected and unexpected by Chiyang.


    The three generals exchanged glances, surprised that a mere cavalry officer dared overshadow the prince. Though Cui Yi wasn��t petty, hunting differed from combat. Subordinates often showed deference, especially with the princess watching. How could the prince lose face?


    "Hmm..." Cui Yi examined Yang Qiong��s game��a mountain goat, two muntjacs, two gray rabbits, and a spotted dove��and asked, "Why are none of your catches young?"


    Yang Qiong calmly replied, "Your Highness, there��s an old saying in my hometown: Do not hunt young beasts in the mountains or use fine nets in rivers. Today, sparing them ensures abundance next year. Therefore, I spared all young animals."


    Cui Yi nodded, then scanned the others. Soldiers lowered their heads, ashamed of their indiscriminate kills.


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    "That��s how it should be," Cui Yi declared, "Today, I overlooked this. Tomorrow, strictly forbid hunting young animals. Violators will be punished according to military law!"


    Impressed by Cui Yi��s magnanimity, the generals�� respect for him grew. They began chatting with Yang Qiong, recognizing his abilities. From the hunting grounds to the camp, they bonded like brothers.


    Compared to them, Yang Qiong exuded a scholarly air, balancing warmth and professionalism. Chiyang, listening from the nearby carriage, approved of his manner.


    "What are you thinking about?" Cui Yi suddenly asked.


    Returning in the carriage, Cui Yi initially hoped Chiyang would inquire about his hunt. Seeing her distracted, he grew annoyed.


    Chiyang responded, "Nothing, just listening to the generals and Master Yang. Master Yang truly embodies grace under pressure. Such demeanor will earn respect."


    Cui Yi nodded, "Yang Qiong is a talented general. I once invited him to strategize on sand tables. His unique tactics prioritize minimal casualties for maximum gains, a rare quality."


    Chiyang smiled, "Indeed, every soldier has parents. Generals who value their troops become victorious."


    Cui Yi sighed, "Unfortunately, without battles, all this is just theoretical."


    Half referring to Yang Qiong, half to himself, Cui Yi lamented his inability to fight. Despite retaining command through Bai Li��s strategies, lacking actual combat diminished his status.


    Sensing his frustration, Chiyang softly consoled him, "Your Highness, don��t be too disheartened. A caged tiger remains a tiger, not a cat. As long as the Northern Di remain unconquered, there will always be opportunities. Though the Emperor and Crown Prince favor peace talks, if the Di��s terms are unreasonable or they attack, the Great Chu will defend itself."


    Her words proved prophetic months later when the Di proposed outrageous terms, which Emperor Jianyuan surprisingly accepted.


    The first day��s hunt yielded hundreds of pounds of meat and countless furs. Cui Yi symbolically took a few choice pelts and two stags, distributing the rest among the soldiers.


    Cui Yi intended to benefit only his troops, but Chiyang and Bai Li suggested sharing with the similarly underpaid officials and sending some to the Emperor, Empress, and Consort Duan.


    "Why share with those useless bureaucrats?" Cui Yi questioned angrily.


    Though providing for his troops made sense, giving to civilian officials seemed pointless. Fighting required soldiers, not eloquent speakers.


    Chiyang patiently explained, "Martial prowess secures the nation, while civil administration stabilizes it. Generals may win battles, but governing requires civilian officials. Ignoring them risks resentment, potentially endangering your command."


    Realizing the logic, Cui Yi agreed. Had civilian officials supported him earlier, the Crown Prince��s troop reductions might have been thwarted. Better late than never, he consented.


    Over three days, Cui Yi��s group hunted hundreds of animals, preserving the meat and collecting numerous furs. Chiyang personally supervised the selection, offering the best pelts to the Emperor, Empress, and Consort Duan, then distributing the rest among the generals.


    Chiyang set aside several fox furs, personally delivering them to the Cheng residence.


    Zhai Rang, recommended by his father-in-law Cheng Hu, served as a censor in the Censorate. Busy with work, he often skipped meals. Cheng Fengyi spent most days alone, sewing and copying ancient texts.


    Since becoming pregnant, Chiyang hadn��t visited the Cheng residence, relying on Cheng Fengyi��s regular visits for check-ups. Both Chiyang and Cui Yi appreciated her efforts. When Chiyang proposed giving some furs to the Chengs, Cui Yi readily agreed, emphasizing, "Choose the best ones."


    Learning that Cheng Fengyi was also pregnant, Chiyang was stunned speechless.


    Call someone to inform me at the Wangfu, making me come without any preparation.�� Cheng Fengyi smiled and said, "You are the Wangfei, you have so many things to manage every day, how can I trouble you with such a trivial matter?" Chi Ying was displeased and said, "How can this be a trivial matter? Before the New Year, I told His Highness that if I give birth to a son, he must marry your daughter in the future. His Highness also agreed."


    Cheng Fengyi laughed again and asked, "What if you give birth to a daughter?" "Then naturally she will become the daughter-in-law of the Cheng family," Chi Ying said happily, holding her hand, "Isn''t this a match made in heaven?"


    Cheng Fengyi nodded with a smile, "Yes, I will discuss it with Zicheng later. Let''s make an agreement now." The two sisters hadn''t seen each other for a long time and were chatting enthusiastically until it started to get dark. Chi Ying reluctantly bid farewell.


    In the carriage, Chi Ying was still happy about the arranged marriage. Xia Qiu couldn''t help but ask, "What if both you and Lady Cheng give birth to sons or daughters? What will happen then?"


    "What''s difficult about that?" Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, "If they are both girls, we can raise them as sisters. If they are boys, they can become sworn brothers. It can''t always be the same, right?"


    Xia Qiu nodded seriously, "That''s true. Madam has finally realized that having more children is the way to go. With more children, there will always be a suitable match." Chi Ying was suddenly amused and exasperated.


    When the carriage arrived at the Wu Wangfu gate, Chi Ying got out of the carriage and was about to enter when a woman who had been squatting by the roadside suddenly stood up and walked towards her: "Ah, you are..."


    The gatekeepers immediately blocked her, "Who are you! Don''t dare to offend our lady!"


    "Don''t be rough!" Chi Ying hurriedly stopped them from pushing her away and asked the woman in a gentle tone, "May I know your surname?"


    The woman looked about thirty years old, with an oval face, clear and delicate features, but her eyes were dim and lifeless. If she were more spirited, she would not be lacking in beauty. She dressed neatly, but the faded cuffs and patched skirt revealed her poor family background. Perhaps noticing Chi Ying''s gaze on her, she fidgeted nervously and stammered, "My maiden name is Li, my husband''s surname is Yang, I came to visit my younger brother-in-law."


    Surname Yang... Could it be Yang Qiong? Chi Ying said, "Are you looking for Captain Yang Qiong? I''m sorry, he doesn''t live here. You should go to Kui Camp outside the city to find him."


    Madame Li said anxiously, "I''ve been there! They said Gongqi was injured while hunting with His Highness today and was brought to the Wangfu for treatment, so I came here!"


    Hunting is inherently dangerous, and getting injured is not surprising, but being sent to the Wangfu for treatment seemed odd. If the injury was severe, he should have been taken to a clinic. If it wasn''t serious, the military doctor could handle it. There was no one in the Wangfu who knew medicine, so bringing him here wouldn''t help.


    Chi Ying turned to ask the gatekeepers, confirming that someone had indeed been carried in on a stretcher earlier, and two imperial physicians had arrived afterward, indicating that the injury was quite serious. So she said to Madame Li, "Alright, come in with me first. Sit in the main hall and rest for a while. I''ll tell you more after I ask His Highness. Is that okay?"


    Madame Li hesitated and asked, "Can I see him? Without seeing him, I can''t rest assured!"


    Chi Ying shook her head, "Whether you can see him depends on Captain Yang, not me. It''s better for you to wait in the front yard."


    Though Madame Li was reluctant, she had to agree after hearing this. Chi Ying led her inside, instructing the maids to serve tea and went to the side courtyard with Xia Qiu.


    Cui Yi happened to come out of a room just then. Chi Ying quickly approached and asked, "I heard Brother Yang was injured? His sister-in-law even came to the Wangfu gate. What happened?"


    "Someone shot an arrow in secret," Cui Yi''s face was very grim, his words filled with obvious anger, "It was aimed at me. Gongqi happened to be close to me, without a long weapon, he had to use his hands to catch it."


    Chi Ying gasped, "How could this be! I thought he might have slipped or been accidentally hurt... An assassin in the hunting ground? Are you alright? Was anyone else injured? Did they catch the assassin?"


    Cui Yi remained silent, radiating a terrifying aura. Seeing that he didn''t seem injured, Chi Ying felt relieved and said, "It''s good that Your Highness is fine. How is Brother Yang''s hand?"


    Just then, Cao Qian also came out of the room. Seeing her, he bowed. Chi Ying asked about Yang Qiong''s condition. Cao Qian replied, "The arrow pierced through his palm..." No need for further explanation, Chi Ying understood.


    For a martial artist, the hand is crucial. Pierced through the palm, the bones and tendons were severed. If they couldn''t reconnect, it would be useless.


    Chi Ying felt dizzy. Allowing Yang Qiong to participate in the hunt was meant to give him a chance to showcase his martial skills, but unexpectedly, it ended up harming him severely. Looking at Cui Yi''s expression, Chi Ying finally understood why he was so angry. It wasn''t because of the assassination attempt on himself, but because of the guilt over his well-intentioned act turning into a disaster.


    "What did the imperial physician say? Will he recover?" Hoping against hope, Chi Ying asked Cao Qian.


    Cao Qian sighed deeply, feeling extremely guilty, "The imperial physician said there''s only a fifty percent chance of recovery. Even if he recovers, his hand won''t be as flexible as before. ����It''s all my fault. I was too focused on hunting and didn''t notice the assassin slipping in. I failed in my duty, please punish me, Your Highness!"


    Cui Yi coldly said, "We''ll deal with it later. Catch the assassin first."


    Chi Ying nodded, "Right, the most important thing now is to catch the assassin and find out who''s behind it. General Cao, go back to Xicamp immediately, gather everyone who participated in the hunt today and ask them carefully if they noticed anything unusual. Don''t miss any small clue."

 The Persistent Sister-in-Law

    "Yes!" Cao Qian immediately got up, saluted, and hurried away.


    Cui Yi stood in the courtyard, lost in thought. Chi Ying walked up to him and gently rubbed his brows with her thumb, "Don''t blame yourself, Your Highness. No one wants something like this to happen. We can only pray that Brother Yang''s hand will recover and the assassin will be caught soon to avenge him."


    Cui Yi let out a sigh, "Did you go to the Cheng residence today?"


    Chi Ying immediately understood, "I just came back from Sister Cheng. Should I go again?"


    Cui Yi slowly shook his head and walked toward the courtyard, "No, you take care of Gongqi''s sister-in-law. I''ll go to the Cheng residence myself."


    Chi Ying thought it made sense and let him handle it, going into the room to check on Yang Qiong.


    Although his palm was pierced by an arrow, Yang Qiong didn''t look particularly dejected. His face was pale from blood loss, but his spirit seemed decent. Seeing Chi Ying enter, he tried to get up to greet her.


    "Lie down, lie down. There''s no need to be formal at times like this," Chi Ying hurriedly stopped him, "Brother Yang saved Your Highness''s life. I should thank you instead." Saying this, she bowed gratefully.


    Yang Qiong smiled easily, "Your words are too much, Lady. His Highness and you have shown great kindness to me. This is what I should do. How can I accept your thanks? Please sit down."


    Chi Ying didn''t sit down immediately but said, "Brother Yang, don''t worry. The Wangfu has plenty of high-quality herbs. His Highness has personally gone to the Shangshu residence to invite Sister Cheng. Your hand will definitely recover."


    Yang Qiong glanced at his bandaged left hand, smiling indifferently, "Martial artists often get injured. If it can heal, that''s good. If not, so be it. Don''t worry about it, Lady."


    The more magnanimous he was, the more ashamed Chi Ying felt. In the past, Yang Qiong fought many tough battles alongside Cui Jie, but never suffered serious injuries. Now, less than half a year after joining Cui Yi, he had lost the use of one hand. The more she thought about it, the more she felt guilty.


    "Oh, almost forgot," Chi Ying tried to dispel the gloom in her heart and said energetically, "When I returned, I met someone at the gate. She said she was your sister-in-law, surnamed Li."


    Yang Qiong''s face instantly became very unpleasant, unable to speak for a long time.


    Seeing his expression, Chi Ying knew he didn''t want to see Li, feeling somewhat at a loss, stammering, "Should I... arrange for her to stay in the Wangfu first? When you''re ready to see her, I''ll send a maid to invite her?"


    Yang Qiong frowned slightly, "No need to bother. Tell her to leave. Tell her my elder brother is dead, and our Yang family has nothing to do with her anymore. My life or death is none of her concern. Ask her not to come looking for me again."


    Xia Qiu muttered under her breath, "This isn''t right, they used to be family..."


    Chi Ying quickly patted her and scolded, "What are you saying? This is their family matter. Do as I say." Xia Qiu obediently went to deliver the message.


    After the maid left, Chi Ying looked at Yang Qiong seriously, "Was there any impropriety in Li''s behavior after marrying into the Yang family?"


    Yang Qiong usually treated people politely, but his tone was somewhat harsh, "No, my elder brother died young. My father didn''t want to delay her life, so he let her return home to find another man to marry. She refused, so my father drove her out of the house. She came back several times afterward, but my father never allowed her in, nor did he accept her offerings."


    Given Old Man Yang''s integrity, refusing his former daughter-in-law''s aid was possible. Chi Ying had wondered how Yang Qiong, who was so poor he had to sell himself to bury his father, could have a sister-in-law who could somehow earn money together with the younger generation. Now everything was clear.


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    But as a woman, Chi Ying couldn''t help sympathizing with Li a bit. Being rejected so coldly by her husband''s family, despite her efforts to help, seemed a bit excessive. As Xia Qiu said, "They used to be family." Meeting once shouldn''t be a big deal.


    Xia Qiu returned from the front yard with a conflicted expression, taking a long time to say, "That Li refused to leave, insisting on seeing Brother Yang to feel reassured. I said no, and she knelt down to me. I had no choice but to promise to plead for her."


    Chi Ying looked at Yang Qiong, thinking that the injury hadn''t killed him, but Li might. She decided to mediate, "Since Brother Yang doesn''t want to see her, I''ll talk to her myself. Just focus on recovering."


    "...Don''t trouble yourself, Lady. Let her in."


    Li entered quietly, trying not to make any noise, and stood far from the bed, cautiously asking, "I heard Uncle was injured. I couldn''t stop worrying. How serious is it? Is there anything I can do?"


    Yang Qiong''s expression was very unnatural, coldly replying, "Just a minor injury, nothing serious. Please leave."


    Li had said she''d leave after seeing him, but now she lingered, her eyes constantly glancing at Yang Qiong''s bandaged hand, wanting to ask but hesitating due to his cold demeanor.


    Chi Ying, having experienced similar situations, saw the meaning in Li''s eyes and was slightly surprised. Maybe Li wasn''t driven out solely because Old Man Yang didn''t want to delay her life. She probed indirectly, "Brother Yang told me about your situation. The deceased cannot be revived. You still need to live your life. Have you considered remarrying?"


    Li lowered her head respectfully, "As a married woman, I am part of the Yang family, dead or alive. I don''t wish to remarry."


    "But Old Man Yang has passed away, and you no longer need to fulfill filial duties. Why not find a good family to marry into and have someone to rely on for the rest of your life?" Chi Ying continued.


    "I... haven''t thought about it..."


    "Go home and think about it. Living alone isn''t a solution," Chi Ying advised gently, "Brother Yang is recuperating in the Wangfu, with servants to attend to him. There''s nothing you need to do. Please go home."


    Li still refused to leave. Xia Qiu glared, "Do you distrust the servants of the Wu Wangfu? We can take care of His Highness, let alone your younger brother-in-law?" Li hastily waved her hands, "No, no! Not at all. I... I''ll leave, I''ll leave..."


    She was willing to leave, which was good. If she refused, it would be hard to arrange for her to stay. What title would she have? Sighing, Chi Ying instructed Xia Qiu to escort her out. Li left reluctantly, looking back every few steps, while Yang Qiong ignored her completely.


    Estimating that she was far enough away, Chi Ying smiled, "Excuse me for asking, did you and your sister-in-law meet before?"


    Yang Qiong seemed to be holding back anger, clearly uncomfortable. Though unwilling to answer, he had to respond out of respect for Chi Ying, "My elder brother and sister-in-law were betrothed since childhood, but they hadn''t met. When I was sixteen, the matchmaker brought her to our home. I passed by the courtyard and saw her."


    So the future sister-in-law fell in love with her younger brother-in-law at first sight. After her husband died early, the young widow, lonely and restless, kept pursuing her younger brother-in-law. Despite her efforts, her feelings weren''t reciprocated. Her father-in-law noticed and expelled her. This was truly...


    Chi Ying imagined the scenario, finding it both amusing and sad. "I see," she said, stopping short of probing further. Smiling, she added, "Since Brother Yang doesn''t want to see her, I''ll have her barred from entering the Wangfu next time."


    Yang Qiong remained gloomy, "Thank you, Lady."


    At that moment, Cheng Fengyi''s voice was heard outside the courtyard. Chi Ying stood up, "Sister Cheng is here. Her medical skills are superb. Handling bone fractures and tendon repairs should be easy for her. Brother Yang''s injury will surely recover."


    "This room is too dark. Open the windows and bring more lamps, brighter ones," Cheng Fengyi entered, supported by her maid. Cui Yi followed closely behind, respectfully saying, "Thank you for coming."


    Chi Ying instructed the maids accordingly, "I''m sorry to trouble you, Sister, especially at this hour."


    Cheng Fengyi glared, "We''re family. Don''t be so formal. Leave two maids to assist, and the rest should leave."


    Cui Yi signaled, and Chi Ying followed him out. Cheng Fengyi began to remove the bandages applied by the imperial physician half an hour ago.


    During the early days of the Great Chu Dynasty, frequent plagues ravaged Jiangnan, causing widespread suffering. The Kang family had been doctors for generations. Kang Zao, reaching the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine at twenty, left his hometown to treat patients across the country, saving countless lives. Grateful citizens built shrines in his honor, spreading his fame throughout the land.


    Emperor Taizu heard of his deeds and invited him to serve as an imperial physician, but Kang Zao declined, stating that all lives were equal. He preferred helping the common folk. Undeterred, Emperor Taizu offered to arrange a marriage for him, prompting Kang Zao to disappear, hiding his identity.


    Eighteen years ago, another plague struck Jiangnan. A young woman claiming to be Kang Zao''s disciple reappeared, saving countless lives. This woman was Cheng Fengyi''s mother, Ma Shi.


    After setting Yang Qiong''s bones and tendons, Cheng Fengyi rushed home to have dinner with her husband. Chi Ying didn''t want to keep her, instructing the coachman to drive her safely.


    "You mentioned Yang Qiong''s sister-in-law came. Where is she?" Cui Yi asked during dinner.


    "I sent her away," Chi Ying replied. Seeing his slight frown, she added, "Their relationship is complicated. Yang Qiong is a gentleman, but Li persists. It''s better to send her away."


    Cui Yi exclaimed, "Such a thing!"


    Chi Ying served him food while explaining, "Old Man Yang likely sensed something and refused her aid, leading to his burial without funds. Life is precious. Only the living have hope."


    Cui Yi silently ate a few bites, then said, "I''ll talk to him."


    Chi Ying was startled, "No, it''s their family affair. Why interfere? I didn''t pry this afternoon, fearing Yang Qiong might be upset."


    Cui Yi dismissed her concerns, "He can''t avoid it forever. If he likes her, he should marry her. It''s common for a brother to marry his elder brother''s widow."


    "It doesn''t seem like that," Chi Ying recalled Yang Qiong''s expression, concluding he genuinely didn''t like Li.


    Cui Yi spat out a fish bone, "If he doesn''t like her, he should reject her firmly. A grown man shouldn''t hesitate!"


    That night, Cui Yi indeed talked with Yang Qiong late into the night. A few days later, when Li came again with chicken soup for Yang Qiong, he didn''t refuse to see her.


    "Our Wangfu doesn''t lack her chicken. Sending soup seems fake; sending herself is real," Xia Qiu said disdainfully while helping Chi Ying sew clothes.


    Chi Ying chided, "Xia Qiu, don''t be so harsh. When you fall in love, you want to give everything to the person you love. You might do the same if you were in her shoes. Don''t judge others."


    Xia Qiu pouted, "I wouldn''t do such foolish things."


    Chi Ying smiled and continued sewing.


    Later, Li apparently left crying. Xia Qiu gathered gossip from the servants and reported back, "I feel a bit sorry for Li. There are many good men in the world. Why does she fixate on her younger brother-in-law?"


    "Other men may be good, but if you don''t love them, what''s the point?" Chi Ying thought of Xie Yuchan, who stubbornly pursued Cui Yi despite repeated rejections, even appealing to the emperor. Yet she remained, criticizing the servants daily.


    What kind of spirit drives these women to pursue a man who doesn''t love them? Chi Ying pondered but couldn''t understand, eventually giving up.

 Beat the Dog After Seeing Its Master

    Unlike the strict palace rules, rumors spread quickly in the Wangfu. Li''s visit and departure in tears became a topic of gossip. Days later, even Bai Lizan came to chat about it. Chi Ying was speechless, "They are idle. Why do you care about such trivial matters?"


    Bai Lizan smiled, "I thought you''d want details. I specifically talked to Brother Yang. Since you''re not interested..."


    Chi Ying was utterly speechless.


    "I''m going back."


    The corner of Chi Ying''s mouth twitched, "What inside story... What inside story is there that he was willing to tell you?"


    Baili Zan had a solemn expression on his face, "I told him that in our Gong County, widows usually marry their brother-in-law, and if they don''t, they have to."


    Chi Ying''s hand trembled, almost dropping the embroidery needle to the ground, "Really?"


    Baili Zan continued with a solemn look, "No, otherwise how could I pry open the oyster so easily."


    Chi Ying didn''t know whether to laugh or cry, sticking the needle into the cushion, "I really admire you guys. If I ever start gossiping about other people''s business, it will all be your fault."


    Baili Zan smiled slyly and said, "Not at all, this has always been women''s specialty. Sometimes men can''t inquire about things, so they have to rely on women to find out. Madam used to be a lady secluded in her boudoir, so she may not be good at this, but if you want to properly assist the King, you need to practice this skill."


    Chi Ying fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Who does Mr. Baili hope I will talk to more? The Crown Princess? Or other princesses?"


    Baili Zan deliberately kept her guessing, "I don''t dare to make that decision, whoever you think is suitable."


    Chi Ying nodded silently, temporarily setting aside that question, and asked, "What did Mr. Baili get out of Young Master Yang?"


    "Yang''s elder brother seems to have died under mysterious circumstances."


    Baili Zan said, "Young Master Yang''s elder brother seems to have died under mysterious circumstances."


    This was quite a shock, and Chi Ying almost instantly sat up straight, "Died under mysterious circumstances? Does that mean Li... Li killed her husband?"


    "No, not exactly," Baili Zan shook his head hurriedly, "Yang''s elder brother is named Yang Jie. In the Yang family, only the two brothers remained by their generation. Their mother died early, and their father was a military instructor. Since childhood, wherever Yang Jie went, he would bring his younger brother along, and the brothers had a deep bond. However, after Li came to the Yang family, the relationship between the brothers changed."


    Chi Ying''s curiosity was piqued, and she couldn''t help but ask, "How did it change?"


    Baili Zan clicked his tongue twice, "To say this Li girl is bold enough, she actually told her parents that she wanted to marry Yang Qiong instead of Yang Jie. Somehow, this got back to Old Man Yang, and after Li entered the family, she was treated harshly. Yang couldn''t stand it and argued with his father. That night, Old Man Yang had drunk some wine and heard him defending his sister-in-law, so he immediately assumed they were having an affair and beat Yang with a broom, calling him a beast."


    Chi Ying asked nervously, "Was Yang Jie present at that time?"


    Baili Zan sighed, "No, fortunately not, otherwise he wouldn''t have lived for even a few more years."


    "So how did he die, why do you say it''s suspicious?"


    "Yang Jie died in battle, but at that time, Old Man Yang was still teaching martial arts in the army, so theoretically, Yang Jie didn''t need to serve. But he volunteered to join the army and died within a year. Yang believes that his elder brother must have discovered that his wife liked his younger brother and voluntarily went to his death to make way for them. Old Man Yang lost his beloved son and, in anger, kicked Li out of the house. He then fell ill and his health deteriorated until last year when he finally passed away."


    After hearing the story, Chi Ying sat in a daze for a while before murmuring, "So what Mr. Baili meant by their deep bond earlier was..."If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    A bond so deep that one would willingly die to make way for his younger brother and his own wife.


    Baili Zan added, "But I did ask Yang if Li had done anything improper after entering the family. Yang said no, Li behaved herself well towards both her husband and father-in-law, and also took good care of him as a younger brother. She didn''t do anything inappropriate; it was just that Old Man Yang had preconceived notions and looked down on her, leading to this tragedy."


    From then on, Li never came to the Wu King''s residence to see Yang Qiong again, but she still sent gifts from time to time, which were returned several times before she finally gave up.


    "If His Majesty is loved by someone who doesn''t love him back for a long time, will he eventually fall in love with that person?"


    Cui Yi was putting on his court robes and turned his head to look at her strangely, "Why are you asking this?"


    Chi Ying smiled, "Nothing, just curious."


    Cui Yi looked at her suspiciously, "Have you been thinking about this all night?"


    Chi Ying was puzzled, "No, why?"


    "Then why did you toss and turn all night?"


    Chi Ying laughed, "Probably something I ate didn''t digest well, my stomach wasn''t feeling great. I forgot about it until you mentioned it."


    She spoke lightly, but Cui Yi became anxious, "Stomach discomfort? How bad? Why didn''t you call for a doctor?"


    "...It''s not a big deal, we don''t need to call a doctor, right?" Chi Ying hadn''t been sick before, so she was unsure. Seeing his anxiousness, she started to feel nervous too.


    Cui Yi decisively said, "Either go to Lady Cheng or get someone to check it out. Either way, we need to find someone to take a look."


    With the King''s command, who in the residence would dare disobey? Immediately, a servant rushed into the palace to summon a doctor. Cui Yi wanted to wait until the diagnosis was made before leaving, but Chi Ying persuaded him to leave the house. As soon as he sat down after returning home, word came that the doctor had arrived.


    "Please let him in," Chi Ying responded casually without much thought.


    Xiaoqiu muttered, "That was quick, did he fly here?"


    When the doctor entered, both mistress and maid understood why��because someone else followed him.


    Nongyue had shed her position as a senior nanny and simply wore a simple hairstyle with modest hairpins. Carrying a small cloth bag, she bowed respectfully upon seeing Chi Ying, "Servant Nongyue greets Her Highness."


    Chi Ying almost forgot about this leftover issue from New Year''s Eve. Now that the person had been delivered, whether to keep or release her would have to wait until Cui Yi returned from court. So she gestured for her to rise, "Lady, please get up. It must have been hard for Her Majesty to part with you."


    Whether ''Her Majesty'' referred to Concubine Duan or the Empress, Chi Ying didn''t clarify��it was all in the past.


    Nongyue had served Concubine Duan for over ten years, roughly the same age as Chi Ying''s mother, Fan Shi, but she was well-preserved and didn''t look old. She thanked her and stood up, "Thank you, Your Highness, for not abandoning me. I will serve you wholeheartedly in the future."


    Chi Ying instructed the maidservants to take her to the servants'' quarters to settle in. The doctor sat down to take her pulse and asked about her recent diet, concluding that it wasn''t food poisoning but fetal movement.


    "Only five months and already moving?" Chi Ying asked excitedly.


    The doctor replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness has taken good care of yourself. The little prince is very healthy."


    Chi Ying was initially delighted, but then she realized the doctor had come with Nongyue, meaning the Empress had sent him. If she appeared too well, it might not be good. So she said, "But recently, I haven''t had much appetite and often feel dizzy. Doctor Zhang, could you prescribe something to adjust?"


    The doctor listened and motioned for her to extend her arm again, taking her pulse for a while before asking, "Has Your Highness been overly worried lately, unable to sleep at night?"


    Chi Ying nodded ambiguously. The doctor began writing a prescription, "I''ll prescribe something to calm your nerves and mind. Once you rest well at night, you''ll naturally regain your appetite during the day."


    After the doctor left, Chi Ying looked at the prescription and didn''t see anything unusual. She handed it to Xiaoqiu, "Send someone to Lady Cheng''s place to ask if this prescription is normal."


    As Xiaoqiu was about to go, Nongyue walked in and said, "May I take a look first?" Chi Ying didn''t object, so Xiaoqiu handed it over.


    Nongyue carefully examined every word on the prescription and returned it to Xiaoqiu. She then went into the room and told Chi Ying, "This prescription doesn''t seem intended for a pregnant woman. It''s best not to take it."


    Chi Ying smiled, "The Empress knows I''m close to Lady Cheng, so she must have seen through the prescription and told you to say this?"


    Nongyue lowered her head and dared not look at her, but her tone was sincere, "If Your Highness doubts my loyalty, I won''t argue. Since I stepped out of the palace, I''m no longer serving Concubine Duan or the Empress. If Your Highness doesn''t trust me, I''ll pack up and leave. When the Emperor asks, I''ll say I eloped with someone."


    A person who had served Concubine Duan for over ten years, later sought protection from the Empress, and now came to the King''s residence, Chi Ying didn''t dare to trust easily but also didn''t dare to let her go. She said, "You were requested by the King from Concubine Duan. Whether to stay or leave depends on the King''s decision, I can''t decide."


    Cui Yi had been coming home early recently. Chi Ying thought nothing significant would happen in just one day, but she underestimated the situation. After lunch, she wanted to take a nap when a servant ran in breathlessly, "Madam, it''s terrible! Nongyue accidentally spilled tea, and Miss Xie is slapping her face. Anyone who dares to stop her gets beaten too. What should we do?"


    Chi Ying almost groaned. Was there ever a day in this household where she could relax? They say three women make a play, and Xie Yuchan truly lived up to it. Even though she was just a guest in the Wu King''s residence, she could stir up trouble with anyone. Truly impressive.


    Despite her complaints, Chi Ying had to handle the situation quickly. Although Nongyue was now just a maid in the residence, she represented the Empress and Concubine Duan, either of whom could make life difficult for Chi Ying.


    She hoped Xie Yuchan was just being capricious and not plotting something with Concubine Duan.

 A Kick to the Death

    Upon arriving at the side courtyard, Baili Zan and the injured Yang Qiong had been watching the commotion for a while. Baili Zan, as a guest scholar trusted by Cui Yi, tried to mediate��though to no avail. Yang Qiong, with one hand still bandaged, couldn''t even approach. The maidservants had warned him about Xie Yuchan''s vicious nature, telling him never to cross her.


    "What happened?" Chi Ying strode towards the octagonal pavilion where the incident occurred. Xie Yuchan leaned against the railing, while Nongyue knelt before her, slapping her own face.


    Xie Yuchan glared at Chi Ying hatefully, not bothering to greet her. She arrogantly snorted.


    Chi Ying sternly ordered Nongyue to stop, "Stop hitting yourself." Then she turned to Xie Yuchan, "Miss Xie, Nongyue is my maid. Shouldn''t you ask me before punishing her?"


    Xie Yuchan contemptuously glanced at her and ignored her.


    Chi Ying told Nongyue, "Get up."


    Nongyue was about to thank her and rise when Xie Yuchan angrily shouted, "Who allowed you to get up? Kneel!"


    Chi Ying''s temper flared, matching Xie Yuchan''s, "Outrageous! Who gave you the authority to rule in the Wu King''s residence?"


    "You''re outrageous? Ask yourself who''s really outrageous!" Xie Yuchan jumped up from the railing, pointing rudely at Chi Ying, "My destined match with Yingrong was heaven-sent. If it weren''t for you, seducing him, he wouldn''t have abandoned me. Ruling here is my right. Everything here belongs to me. You stole my things and now act superior. Today, I''ll punish your maid however I like!"


    Since New Year''s Eve, Xie Yuchan had been confined to the side courtyard. Cui Yi feared Chi Ying might plead for leniency, so he ordered the servants not to inform her. Unaware, Xie Yuchan''s resentment grew deeper, finally erupting today.


    Knowing Chi Ying didn''t fully trust her, Nongyue stayed away from the main courtyard and worked in the kitchen. After lunch, she and another maid brought medicine to Yang Qiong. Spotting them from afar, Xie Yuchan summoned them to serve her. Nongyue didn''t realize she was already a thorn in Xie Yuchan''s side. Upon reaching the pavilion and asking what she needed, Xie Yuchan told her to replace the cold tea. Just as Nongyue picked up the teapot, another maid tripped her, spilling the tea onto Xie Yuchan''s feet.


    The maid who accompanied Nongyue recounted the incident. Chi Ying sneered, "It seems I''ve been too lenient with Miss Xie. It''s fine if you look down on me, but Nongyue was requested by the King from Concubine Duan, making her effectively the King''s person. By beating her, you''re insulting the King and Concubine Duan. Don''t you understand the saying, ''Beat the dog after seeing its master''?"


    Xie Yuchan, spoiled since childhood, had never considered such consequences. Now reminded, she felt fear. Though stubborn and arrogant, she wasn''t stupid. Knowing both Cui Yi and the Emperor disapproved of her, Concubine Duan was her only support. Offending her would leave her nowhere to go.


    "You... You can''t threaten me with Aunt! Of course, Aunt stands by me. Even if I beat her servant, so what? Servants make mistakes, and it''s natural to punish them," Xie Yuchan retorted weakly.


    Chi Ying looked at her pityingly, "It''s not up to you to punish her. Nongyue used to be a senior nanny and held a rank equivalent to a sixth-rank official in the inner palace. Try slapping a sixth-rank official in court and see what happens."


    Xie Yuchan showed fear, trembling slightly, but still defiant, "So what if she''s sixth-rank or first-rank? That''s all in the past. She''s just a maid now. What if I beat her? Are you going to punish me?"


    Chi Ying smiled gently, "Punish you? Not at all, but I can certainly ask you to leave the residence."


    Xie Yuchan''s face turned pale, jumping up and shouting, "You dare! You shameless vixen! If you dare throw me out, I won''t let you off! My father is a governor, and my aunt is an imperial concubine..."


    Chi Ying smiled, "Come, gather Miss Xie''s belongings and escort her out."


    The maidservants were thrilled, rushing to pack Xie Yuchan''s things. Xie Yuchan pointed at Chi Ying, stuttering in rage, then suddenly lashed out, kicking Chi Ying in the stomach.


    "Your Highness, be careful!" Baili Zan and Yang Qiong, witnessing this, were terrified and rushed forward. Xiaoqiu, quick to react, pushed Xie Yuchan back, yelling, "Don''t touch my lady!"


    Though Xie Yuchan''s kick grazed Chi Ying, even a slight impact could be dangerous for a pregnant woman. Chi Ying winced in pain, clutching her abdomen.


    Xiaoqiu, horrified, helped her up, "Your Highness, don''t scare me! I''ll take you back!" Baili Zan scooped her up and rushed back to the main courtyard.


    By the time Lady Cheng arrived and administered emergency treatment, stopping the bleeding, over an hour had passed. The entire residence was in chaos. The inexperienced maidservants didn''t know what to do, but thanks to Nongyue''s experience, she took necessary measures before Lady Cheng''s arrival, ensuring the baby''s safety.


    "The Wu King''s residence can''t have a peaceful day? One falls sick, another gets injured," Lady Cheng packed her medical kit, sitting beside the bed, chiding, "Some accidents are unavoidable, but what were you doing this time? You failed to expel her and ended up nearly miscarrying. I was scared half to death."


    Chi Ying lay in bed, still feeling a dull ache in her abdomen, and apologized humbly, "I was careless and troubled you again."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Lady Cheng sighed, "It''s fine, but you need to rest in bed for a while. Xie Yuchan''s actions were too reckless, kicking you in the stomach. That''s life-threatening. What kind of upbringing leads to such malice?"


    Chi Ying smiled, saying nothing. Lady Cheng added, "But I think she''s learned her lesson."


    "How so?"


    "When Xiaoqiu pushed her back, she hit her head on the stone table, cutting her forehead badly. No one cared, and it was Yang who called for a doctor to treat her wound. Otherwise, she might have died in that courtyard."


    Chi Ying nodded, understanding. At the time, she was focused on her pain and didn''t notice Xie Yuchan''s condition. Hearing Lady Cheng''s account, she felt it was karma catching up. She merely said, "It''s better she didn''t die."


    Lady Cheng snorted, "Indeed, if the daughter of Governor Xie died in the Wu King''s residence, the Xie family wouldn''t let you off. If it escalated, even the King might not protect you."


    Just then, Cui Yi returned.


    "Chi Ying!" Cui Yi burst in, knocking over a servant without noticing, rushing directly to the inner chamber.


    Lady Cheng smiled, "The King is back, see how worried he is."


    Seeing Lady Cheng, Cui Yi''s heart settled, breathing a sigh of relief, "How is she? Is she okay?"


    Chi Ying saw the sweat on his brow and the worry etched on his face, feeling a warmth in her heart, and the pain in her abdomen seemed less severe. She smiled, "Thanks to Sister Cheng, I''m fine now."


    Cui Yi nodded, thanking Lady Cheng, "Thank you, Lady Cheng."


    Lady Cheng waved her hand gracefully,


    Chi Ying lay in bed, still feeling a dull ache in her abdomen, but her mood lightened seeing his concern. The pain seemed less severe. She smiled, "Fortunately, Sister Cheng was here, everything is fine now."


    Cui Yi acknowledged with a nod, expressing gratitude to Lady Cheng, "Thank you, Lady Cheng."


    Lady Cheng smiled warmly, waving her hand dismissively, "It''s nothing, but you need to rest in bed for a while. Xie Yuchan''s actions were too reckless, aiming at your stomach. That could have been fatal. What kind of upbringing leads to such malice?"


    Chi Ying smiled, remaining silent. Lady Cheng continued, "But I think she''s learned her lesson."


    "How so?"


    "When Xiaoqiu pushed her back, she hit her head on the stone table, causing a deep cut on her forehead. No one paid attention to her, and it was only because Yang Qiong called for a doctor that she received treatment. Otherwise, she might have died in that courtyard."


    Chi Ying nodded, understanding the situation. At the time, she was too focused on her own pain to notice Xie Yuchan��s condition. Hearing Lady Cheng��s account, she felt that it was a case of retribution. She simply remarked, ��It��s better she didn��t die.��


    Lady Cheng snorted, ��Indeed, if the daughter of Governor Xie died in the Wu King��s residence, the Xie family wouldn��t let you off. If things escalated, even the King might not be able to protect you.��


    At that moment, Cui Yi returned.


    ��Chi Ying!�� Cui Yi practically broke the door down, knocking over a servant without even noticing, rushing straight to the inner chamber.


    Lady Cheng smiled, ��The King is back, see how worried he is.��


    Seeing Lady Cheng, Cui Yi��s heart settled, and he breathed a sigh of relief, ��How is she? Is she okay?��


    Chi Ying saw the sweat on his brow and the worry etched on his face, feeling a warmth in her heart. The pain in her abdomen seemed less severe. She smiled, ��Fortunately, Sister Cheng was here. Everything is fine now.��


    Cui Yi nodded, expressing gratitude to Lady Cheng, ��Thank you, Lady Cheng.��


    Lady Cheng waved her hand gracefully, ��It��s nothing, but you need to rest in bed for a while. Xie Yuchan��s actions were too reckless, aiming at your stomach. That could have been fatal. What kind of upbringing leads to such malice?��


    Chi Ying smiled, remaining silent. Lady Cheng continued, ��But I think she��s learned her lesson.��


    ��How so?��


    ��When Xiaoqiu pushed her back, she hit her head on the stone table, causing a deep cut on her forehead. No one paid attention to her, and it was only because Yang Qiong called for a doctor that she received treatment. Otherwise, she might have died in that courtyard.��


    Chi Ying nodded, understanding the situation. At the time, she was too focused on her own pain to notice Xie Yuchan��s condition. Hearing Lady Cheng��s account, she felt that it was a case of retribution. She simply remarked, ��It��s better she didn��t die.��


    Lady Cheng snorted, ��Indeed, if the daughter of Governor Xie died in the Wu King��s residence, the Xie family wouldn��t let you off. If things escalated, even the King might not be able to protect you.��


    "His Highness is too kind. Both Chengying and the child are fine now. Just take care of them for a few days, remember to take the medicine, and if there are any changes, just send someone to call me."


    "Thank you. Shall I arrange a carriage to send the lady back?"


    "That''s not necessary. The Cheng residence��s carriage is waiting outside the back gate," Lady Cheng winked at Chengying, "I will go back now. Your Highness should stay here and take good care of Chengying."


    After Lady Cheng left, Cui Yi sat down beside the bed and gently held Chengying''s hand that was resting on the blanket: "You almost scared me to death."


    Chengying smiled faintly, returning his grip. His large, rough, warm hand made her feel very reassured.


    "It''s my fault. I''ve made Your Highness worry again." Chengying said.


    Cui Yi frowned in displeasure: "The servant told me that you were hit by that Xie girl. What happened? I confined her to the side courtyard, how could she still hit you?"


    Chengying then briefly recounted the events of the afternoon to him. As he listened, Cui Yi''s face darkened. By the time she finished, it was almost as black as coal. If it weren''t for the patient in front of him, he would have erupted into an ancient fire-breathing beast, flattening the entire side courtyard.


    "She dared to be so arrogant and reckless!" Cui Yi roared, "Who gave her the courage to disregard even this prince? Come here!"


    Xiaoqiu stood nearby and quickly stepped forward when she heard the call: "Your Highness, what do you command?"


    Cui Yi gritted his teeth and ordered: "Throw that Xie girl out of the mansion! No, throw her out of the city! And her brother Xie Yong, throw him out as well!"


    Xiaoqiu was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Throwing out... Miss Xie is still unconscious..."


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "Unconscious? What happened to her?"


    "I... When she kicked the lady, I accidentally pushed her, and she... she hit her head..." Xiaoqiu, though eager to protect her mistress, was somewhat afraid because Xie Yuchan had not woken up. According to the laws of Great Chu, killing someone meant paying with one''s life.


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes but didn��t say anything. Xiaoqiu knelt down in fear: "Your Highness, please spare me! I was only thinking of protecting the lady and accidentally pushed her..."


    "Good push."


    Xiaoqiu was momentarily stunned: "Huh?"


    Chengying laughed helplessly: "Your Highness, don''t joke around. If something happens to Miss Xie, the Xie family won''t let it go easily. It will cause more trouble if things escalate. We can''t really throw people out like that; we need to give Consort Duan some face."


    "Then what do you suggest?" Cui Yi looked aggrieved, "Thinking about it, wherever I go, others always follow my orders. Now, this Xie Yuchan has made me retreat again and again. In the past, I would have killed her on the spot. How could I let her run rampant in the palace?"

 Nonsense

    "In my opinion, sending away Miss Xie is acceptable, but Xie Yong must stay," Chengying pondered for a moment and said, "Your Highness should be clear about rewards and punishments. Only then will the Xie family respect you. Sending away Miss Xie who caused trouble is reasonable, but Xie Yong did nothing wrong. If you expel him too, it would be like slapping the Xie family in the face. They might not support you anymore."


    Cui Yi waved dismissively: "I never cared about the Xie family''s so-called support. It''s better to get rid of them all."


    Chengying explained helplessly: "The Xie family is powerful in Xuancheng, wealthy beyond compare. Even if Your Highness doesn''t need their support, the Crown Prince does. If you reject them outright, they might turn to the Crown Prince, and Consort Duan might change sides too. Then, Your Highness will be isolated and helpless."


    "Even if Your Highness doesn''t need the Xie family, don''t hand them over to the Crown Prince. As long as you don''t openly break ties, they will still hope for your favor and won''t dare to ally with the Crown Prince. The longer you wait, the less likely they are to defect. Just bear with it for now, and you can weaken the Crown Prince''s power. Why not do it?"


    After a long explanation, Cui Yi was still unhappy: "But I can''t swallow this humiliation!"


    Chengying sighed and suggested: "Why not ask Master Bai Li and Young Master Yang for advice? My words aren''t necessarily right."


    Cui Yi nodded indifferently. Chengying then instructed the maidservant to summon Bai Li Zan and Yang Qiong.


    Since Chengying was bedridden and improperly dressed, she asked the maid to lower the pearl curtain between the inner and outer rooms. Bai Li Zan and Yang Qiong stood outside to speak, ensuring privacy.


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    Bai Li Zan''s opinion aligned with Chengying''s: use the Xie family to control the Crown Prince''s influence. However, regarding Xie Yuchan, he proposed another suggestion: "Since Consort Duan loves Miss Xie so much, why not send her to the palace or to the Seventh Prince? The Xie family wants a high marriage. Marrying her to the Seventh Prince would keep the benefits within the family."


    Chengying nodded happily: "That''s better. Your Highness and the Seventh Prince are on the same side. If Miss Xie marries the Seventh Prince, it''s a win-win for the Xie family. Even if they can''t rely on Your Highness, they can still count on the Seventh Prince. For us, as long as the Xie family doesn''t support the Crown Prince, it''s a success."


    Yang Qiong looked uncomfortable and hesitantly spoke: "The Seventh Prince and Your Highness grew up together. Is it right to do this to the Seventh Prince?"


    Knowing Yang Qiong''s loyalty, Chengying and Bai Li Zan understood his concern, but Cui Yi didn''t. He sneered: "So what if we grew up together? I grew up with the Crown Prince too, and look how many times he betrayed me." Yang Qiong wisely kept quiet.


    Chengying turned and asked with a smile: "Young Master Yang, want to make a contribution?"


    Yang Qiong was puzzled: "What do you need, Lady?"


    Chengying teased: "Since Your Highness won''t marry Miss Xie and doesn''t want her to marry an enemy, giving her to the Seventh Prince seems unfair. So..."


    "So?" Yang Qiong felt a bad premonition.


    Bai Li Zan suppressed a laugh and continued: "So, Young Master Yang will have to sacrifice himself and marry Miss Xie. Oh, she probably won''t agree, so you might need to... force the issue under the cover of night..."


    Before he finished, Yang Qiong took three steps back in fright: "No, no! Absolutely not!"


    Cui Yi glared: "Nonsense!"


    Chengying laughed heartily, clutching her stomach: "Just joking. Don''t take it seriously, Young Master Yang. Alright, let''s send Miss Xie to Consort Duan and leave it to her. Just don''t send her back. Agreed, Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi grumbled: "Fine."


    Bai Li Zan was dispatched to write a letter to Consort Duan, explaining that having unmarried men in the palace might damage Miss Xie''s reputation and requesting alternative arrangements.


    Consort Duan was furious upon reading the letter. She intended for Yue Nong to help Xie Yuchan secure a marriage with Cui Yi. Instead, Cui Yi wanted both Yue Nong and Xie Yuchan gone. Reluctantly, she agreed to take Xie Yuchan back.


    When Xie Yuchan woke up, she found herself in Songya Palace. Consort Duan scolded her for causing trouble and harming Chengying. Xie Yuchan cried, fearing disfigurement and losing the Seventh Prince''s love.


    Consort Duan sighed, knowing Xie Yuchan''s temper was her downfall. She promised to find a tutor to discipline her and warned her to behave or return to Xuancheng.


    Xie Yuchan sobbed, feeling helpless. Her hatred towards Chengying deepened: "Chengying, I''ll make you pay! I''ll kill you and your child!"


    After Xie Yuchan left, the Wu Palace became peaceful. Servants no longer feared retribution or extra work. Everyone seemed happier.


    Xie Yong, however, remained worried. After hearing about his sister''s accident, he wrote to his father, torn between staying loyal to Cui Yi or seeking other options.

 pregnant

    Doctor Zhang''s prescription, confirmed by Lady Cheng, was unsuitable for pregnant women.


    "Although pregnant women need nourishment, excessive supplementation can be harmful," Lady Cheng advised during her visit, "Like saying that while medicines can save lives, improper use can also harm. That prescription looks beneficial, but taking it repeatedly could be fatal."


    This was expected. The Empress wouldn''t genuinely wish her well.


    Chengying planned to pretend ignorance of the Empress''s scheme, exaggerating the incident with Xie Yuchan to gain sympathy. This way, the Empress would ease off temporarily, allowing her to focus on recovery.


    Thus, Chengying pretended to be ill, rarely leaving the palace until spring. The Empress assumed the child might not survive and stopped harassing her.


    As the weather warmed, Chengying''s belly grew larger, and the baby became more active. Cui Yi enjoyed listening to the baby''s kicks, looking delighted.


    Spring brought new growth, and Chengying resumed her plans. She assigned land in Ma Bei Shan to soldiers from the Western Camp for farming. These young men, skilled farmers, worked diligently, planting rice and other crops.


    Chengying directed the troops to rotate duties, ensuring the fields were well-tended. The soldiers, motivated by the promise of food security, performed exceptionally well.


    "No need for just rice and wheat; soybeans and sorghum are good too."


    "After planting rice, consider raising ducks to control pests. Buy chicks from the market."


    "The nearby river is perfect for fishing. Ensure the soldiers have enough protein, but release small fish for sustainability."


    By mid-May, Chengying focused on preparing for childbirth, receiving reports and making adjustments.


    Stable progress was reported. The crops flourished, and early estimates suggested sufficient harvests to sustain the troops. Combined with state provisions, food security improved significantly.


    Chengying dictated, and Bai Li Zan recorded notes, which became routine.


    One day, Cui Yi returned unusually grim-faced. Seeing Chengying chatting with Bai Li Zan, his expression darkened further.


    "Your Highness has returned?" Chengying greeted warmly.


    Bai Li Zan bowed, but Cui Yi coldly dismissed him: "There''s nothing for you here. Leave."


    Surprised by Cui Yi''s tone, Bai Li Zan sensed tension and promptly left.


    "Why are you angry with Mr. Bai?" Chengying asked, confused.


    Cui Yi sat down without his usual inquiries about her health: "You seem close to Bai Li Zan?"


    Chengying was puzzled: "We often discuss matters. What''s wrong?"The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    "What matters?"


    Cui Yi''s tone carried a hint of danger. Chengying suddenly realized someone had sown discord. She knew Cui Yi trusted Bai Li Zan, but now he questioned their relationship.


    "Discussing ways to recruit talents, ensure soldiers'' welfare, and prevent Your Highness''s power from weakening."


    "Is that so?" Cui Yi wasn''t convinced. "Bai Li Zan was recommended by you. You claimed your father admired him, but when I asked Chancellor Changsun, he denied ever knowing such a person."


    Was it discovered? Chengying felt a chill. She fabricated the story to leverage Cui Yi''s distrust of her brother. Initially, it worked, but now, someone had planted doubt.


    Who? Who slandered her behind her back?


    Upon the mention of this matter, it seemed that Cui Yi had already sought confirmation from his father-in-law, Changsun Tai, which meant that it must have happened at least yesterday. To think that Cui Yi could actually keep something to himself was both a relief and a cause for concern for Chi Ying. Although she had always hoped that Cui Yi would think things through before acting, he should never hide things from her.


    Cui Yi''s sharp gaze, as piercing as an eagle''s, locked onto her eyes, seemingly trying to discern the truth from them: "I heard that on the day you were kicked by that Xie girl, Baili Zan carried you back to the main courtyard. What exactly is going on between you two?"


    Chi Ying took a deep breath and met his gaze without flinching: "Mr. Baili is both my teacher and friend. His thoughts are meticulous, and his insights are unique. He has taught me many things, and I respect him like an elder brother. There is nothing more between us."


    "Then how do you explain how a secluded lady like yourself came to know a scholar named Baili Zan, who hails from Gong County and only recently arrived in the capital?" Cui Yi was clearly not satisfied with her answer and continued to press her.


    Chi Ying countered with a question: "Who told Your Highness that there was something between Mr. Baili and me?"


    Cui Yi''s face darkened, and his voice grew harsher: "It is I who am asking the questions now! When did you meet Baili Zan, and what was your purpose in recommending him to me?"


    Even his pronouns changed, making Chi Ying sneer coldly: "How can Your Highness believe slanderous rumors about me after all we''ve been through together? You doubt my fidelity and suspect me of ulterior motives."


    Cui Yi pressed his lips together in silence, staring at her without saying a word.


    "If Your Highness already has a bias, then whatever I say will be in vain. If you suspect that I have been unfaithful to you with Baili Zan, then by all means, investigate. Every time I met with Mr. Baili, there were maidservants present to see and hear everything. You may check what we said and did. If you find any evidence to support your suspicions, I will hang myself right in front of you without hesitation!"


    With these words, Chi Ying threw off the blanket on her lap and, with the help of a nearby maid, stood up and walked away.


    The sudden deterioration of the relationship between the Duke and the Duchess left everyone in the residence feeling caught off guard. The maidservant who witnessed the scene secretly shared it with her close friend, who then spread it further. Thus, the rumor evolved from "The Duke suspects the Lady and Mr. Baili of having an affair" to "The child in the Lady''s womb is not the Duke''s but Mr. Baili''s," and eventually became "The Duke has long known about the affair between the Lady and Mr. Baili but tolerated it due to lack of an heir."


    By the time the rumor made its way back to Chi Ying, it had transformed into "The Duke cannot have children, so he secretly arranged for the Lady and Mr. Baili to conceive. However, he later regretted it and wanted to terminate the pregnancy, but the Lady refused."


    "This is ridiculous! How twisted must someone''s ears and mouth be to distort the truth so much?" Xiao Qiu was furious and ready to confront the gossiping maidservants.


    Chi Ying remained calm: "There''s no need to deal with them. This might even be beneficial."


    Xiao Qiu stomped her feet in frustration: "Beneficial? Someone is deliberately slandering you and Mr. Baili. We can''t just let it go!"


    Chi Ying smiled: "Preventing people from talking is harder than stopping a river. Even if you punish them, the rumors will continue to spread. Since we know it''s a conspiracy, it''s best to ignore it. Look at Mr. Baili; he remains unperturbed."


    Xiao Qiu was indeed anxious. Ever since the unpleasant confrontation between Chi Ying and Cui Yi in the courtyard, Chi Ying had not returned to the main chamber for three days, choosing instead to sleep alone in the side room. Cui Yi had not visited her once either, as if their past intimacy had never existed.


    As Chi Ying''s due date approached, Xiao Qiu, as her maid, felt increasingly worried, especially since neither her natal family nor her husband''s family could be relied upon.


    Dong Yue brought in a bowl of mushroom chicken porridge and placed it beside Chi Ying, adding with a smile: "The innocent will clear themselves. The more you try to argue or defend yourself, the more they''ll think you''re guilty. Ignoring the rumors is the right approach. They''ll eventually lose interest and stop spreading them."


    Chi Ying nodded: "Listen to Dong Yue, Xiao Qiu. Don''t get flustered every time something happens."


    "But Madam, what about the Duke? He hasn''t visited you for three days. If this continues, and you give birth to a daughter, what will happen? Will we just watch him marry another woman''s daughter?" Xiao Qiu paced anxiously around the room.


    "Although the Duke hasn''t come to see you, he still returns home at the usual time, showing that he still cares for you." Dong Yue blew on the porridge to cool it and then knelt down to massage Chi Ying''s swollen feet, which had become quite severe in recent months.


    Xiao Qiu exclaimed in surprise: "If he cares, why doesn''t he come over? It''s just one wall separating you, and you''re about to give birth. Is he still sulking?"


    Dong Yue smiled: "Men don''t like being cuckolded, even if it''s just a false accusation. He won''t take the initiative to reconcile. But if he shows up when you go into labor, everything will be resolved."


    Xiao Qiu was still puzzled: "What if he doesn''t come?"


    Chi Ying sneered, glancing toward the door: "If he doesn''t come, someone else will. Make sure you catch that person, the one who pretends to mourn while actually plotting against us. That person is the one who sowed discord between us."

 Imperial Censorate

    Two days later, Cui Yi couldn''t sit still anymore. He repeatedly picked up and put down his teacup without taking more than a few sips.


    The midwife had estimated that Chi Ying would give birth within the next couple of days. If everything went smoothly, the aging bachelor Duke Wu would soon become a father.


    But fate had other plans. Just as he was filled with anticipation and anxiety for the birth of his first child, a bolt from the blue struck him.


    After the morning court session, the civil and military officials departed the Ming Hall in an orderly fashion. Crown Prince Cui Jie led the procession, followed by Cui Yi, who lagged behind absentmindedly. Behind him were his half-brothers Cui Huan and Cui Jing, some chatting among themselves as they headed toward their carriages.


    "By the way, Second Brother, I heard Wen Yu is currently a guest at your residence. Ask him to visit me sometime when he''s free?" Cui Huan suddenly spoke up. "He''s been in the capital for so long without even greeting me."


    Cui Yi''s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he stopped and turned to look at him: "Baili Wenyu? Do you know him?"


    Cui Huan, who resembled his mother, looked more scholarly and delicate compared to his brothers. In front of this towering and mighty second brother, he appeared even more refined and aloof. Cui Huan gave a mocking smile and replied, "Of course I know him. Didn''t he mention me to you? Probably to avoid suspicion. Forget I said anything. I''ll take my leave." Without waiting for a response, he casually saluted and got into his carriage.


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning dangerous like a wolf scenting blood. Cao Qian approached with his horse: "Your Highness?"


    "Just wait a moment." Cui Yi raised his hand to signal him to wait and strode back.


    Changsun Tai was chatting with several colleagues when Cui Yi marched up and called out: "Minister Changsun, please stay a moment."


    The civil officials fell silent and discreetly dispersed upon seeing him. Changsun Tai glanced nervously in the direction of Cui Jie, relieved to see that he wasn''t paying attention, and asked cautiously: "What does Your Highness need?"


    Cui Yi asked emotionlessly: "Minister Changsun, how did you first learn about Baili Zan?"


    Changsun Tai looked genuinely confused: "Baili Zan? I don''t know anyone by that name."


    Cui Yi''s eyes widened instantly, startling Changsun Tai, who took a step back and stammered: "Please forgive me, Your Highness. I truly don''t know anyone named Baili Zan. Is there something wrong with him?"


    "... No, I was just asking." Cui Yi forced out the words through gritted teeth and stormed off angrily.


    Back at the stables, Cao Qian looked at him questioningly, but Cui Yi mounted his horse and ordered coldly: "I have business outside the city. You don''t need to follow." Cao Qian, though sensing something was amiss, knew better than to pry and returned to the western camp alone.


    Cui Yi rode his golden horse out of the city, initially heading toward Gong County to inquire about Baili Zan''s fellow townspeople. However, halfway through, he calmed down and realized he was taking the long route. Why travel to Gong County when he could simply ask Cheng Fengyi''s husband, Zhai Rang, who worked at the Imperial Censorate?


    Though Cui Yi had only met Zhai Rang a few times, he managed to recall his name. Not only were Zhai Rang and Baili Zan from the same hometown, but they were also classmates. According to Zhai Rang, they were as close as brothers. If Baili Zan had known Cui Huan from the past, Zhai Rang would certainly know.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    So Cui Yi turned back and found Zhai Rang in Purple Chapter City.


    Zhai Rang confirmed Cui Huan''s story. Several years ago, after Baili Zan failed the county exam for the first time, a young man from the capital often visited him in Gong County. Zhai Rang had seen him a few times but had forgotten his appearance, remembering only that he was young, handsome, and well-mannered, with a capital accent. He was likely a fellow examinee.


    To discover that Baili Zan knew Cui Huan rather than Changsun Tai was a huge blow to Cui Yi. It meant he had to reassess everything. Without Changsun Tai''s recommendation, how did Chi Ying know Baili Zan, and why did she recommend him? What secret agenda did Baili Zan have in the Duke''s residence? Cui Yi felt his mind swirling in confusion.


    When he returned to the residence, it was already evening. Xie Yong passed by the front yard and, seeing Cui Yi''s distraught expression, couldn''t help but worry: "Your Highness... did something happen?"


    Cui Yi looked at him with fierce eyes, causing Xie Yong to shiver violently. As he tried to escape, Cui Yi called him back: "Stop. I have something to ask you."


    Xie Yong reluctantly turned around, his face stiff: "Please speak, Your Highness."


    "You and Baili Zan live in the side courtyard. Do you interact often?"


    "Well... Mr. Baili is either not in the residence or in the main courtyard. I rarely see him."


    Cui Yi''s eyebrows twitched, unease clouding his heart.


    "He often visits the main courtyard?"


    Xie Yong lowered his head and answered carefully: "According to the servants, Mr. Baili and the Lady seem to have a close relationship. On the day my sister accidentally injured the Lady in the side courtyard, it was Mr. Baili who carried her back to the main courtyard."


    This single sentence ignited the powder keg.


    After Chi Ying stormed off, Cui Yi was equally enraged and rushed to the side courtyard to confront Baili Zan.


    Baili Zan, anticipating this, stood calmly in the courtyard, bowing respectfully when Cui Yi stormed in: "Your Highness."


    Cui Yi charged forward, grabbing Baili Zan by the collar and roaring: "You scoundrel! Sneaking into my residence to do unspeakable things! I was blind to trust you, a deceitful snake!" He raised his fist to strike.


    "Hold on, Your Highness!" Cao Qian, who had hurried back, intervened desperately.


    "Get out of the way!" Cui Yi kicked him aside, sending him rolling across the ground.


    Baili Zan remained composed: "To imprison without cause is foolishness. Before striking me, shouldn''t Your Highness explain why?"


    Cui Yi''s eyes blazed red: "You dare ask why I''m hitting you? You sneak into the main courtyard every day when I''m not around. Do you think I''m blind? You and Chi Ying are spies planted by the Crown Prince! You''ve been playing me for a fool!"


    Cao Qian, who had never seen Cui Yi this angry, pleaded: "Your Highness, show mercy! Both the Lady and Mr. Baili have been loyal to you. Please don''t listen to slanderous rumors and misjudge loyalty!"


    Cui Yi roared: "Shut up!"


    "Third Brother? Third Prince?" Baili Zan, the only calm one, pieced together the situation from Cui Yi''s words: "Your Highness says Third Prince sent me. Who told you this, and where is the evidence?"


    Cui Yi bellowed: "You''ve known each other for years. I personally questioned Zhai Rang. A young man from the capital often visited you after you failed the county exam. Isn''t that true?"


    Baili Zan paused, then asked: "That man was the Third Prince?"


    "Zhai Rang said you two got along well. How could you not know who he was?"


    "Well... he introduced himself as ''Yuanzhi,'' never revealing his surname or status. I truly didn''t know he was a prince!"


    The Third Prince, Cui Huan, used the courtesy name "Shuyao," completely unrelated to "Yuanzhi." Cui Yi retorted coldly: "This is just your word. Who can verify the truth?"


    Baili Zan explained: "Even if I knew Third Prince and was sent as a spy, wouldn''t he hide it rather than admit it openly? Admitting such a thing would defeat the purpose."


    Cui Yi and Cao Qian exchanged looks, speechless.


    Baili Zan sighed and straightened his clothes: "This is a counterintelligence plot aimed at creating discord within the Duke''s residence. If Your Highness had acted rashly and killed me, you would have fallen into Third Prince''s trap."


    "But how do you explain Chi Ying recommending you to me?" Cui Yi persisted, fearing betrayal more than espionage.


    "To be honest," Baili Zan said sincerely, "I asked the Lady the same question. She is a secluded lady, and I am a newcomer with no reputation. How did she know about me?"


    Cui Yi frowned: "What did she say?"


    Baili Zan replied: "She said that Minister Changsun often spoke highly of me and intended to recommend me to the Crown Prince. But I don''t know Minister Changsun..."


    Cui Yi exhaled heavily, feeling overwhelmed: "Changsun Tai also claims he doesn''t know you."


    The three men looked at each other, unable to unravel the mystery.


    "Perhaps the Lady heard about me from someone else," Baili Zan suggested, "but that person''s identity is sensitive, so she attributed it to Minister Changsun''s appreciation."


    Cui Yi shot him a cold glance: "Is that mysterious young man named Yuanzhi? If not Third Prince, who could he be?"


    Baili Zan shook his head helplessly: "We can''t determine that now, but if Your Highness trusts me, I have a plan to test whether Third Prince is involved."


    "Tell me."


    The next day after court, Cui Yi stopped his third brother, Cui Huan: "Yesterday, I asked Wen Yu about you. He said he hadn''t seen you in years and feared the relationship had grown distant, so he hadn''t visited. Today, since Cao Qian is on leave, he came to lead the horse. You two can chat and perhaps go for drinks if you wish. I don''t restrict my household members."


    Cui Huan readily agreed: "That would be excellent. Thank you, Second Brother."


    They walked together toward the stables. Because they were late, most of the other princes'' carriages had already left, leaving only Jinwu still tethered near the stable. A scholarly-looking man held the reins, chatting with a guard. Cui Huan greeted him warmly: "Brother Wen Yu, long time no see?"


    The scholar turned and looked puzzled at first, then recognition dawned, and he quickly knelt: "Forgive me, Your Highness!"


    Cui Huan helped him up with a broad smile: "No need for formalities, Brother Wen Yu. You knew me as Yuanzhi, not a prince. There''s no need for such deference."


    "The Third Prince?" the guard adjusted his helmet and interjected, "I am Baili Wenyu."


    At that moment, Cui Huan''s face turned as colorful as fireworks during New Year''s celebrations.

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    Chi Ying struggled on the birthing bed until the hour of Hai, eating two additional meals and screaming until hoarse. Finally, the baby was born safely.


    The midwife lifted the child from the mixture of amniotic fluid and blood, cleaning its mouth and nose. The baby let out a loud cry.


    "Congratulations, Your Highness and Lady, it''s a princess!" the midwife announced cheerfully.


    Chi Ying fainted upon hearing the baby''s cry, and Cui Yi was terrified by her sudden collapse. Neither heard the midwife''s words.


    The midwife swiftly cut the umbilical cord and took the baby to bathe.


    Nong Yue called Xiao Qiu to notify the Emperor, Empress, and Consort Duan of the news. Meanwhile, she cleaned up the birthing bed. With Cui Yi''s help, it was quickly tidied, but he was stopped from moving Chi Ying to the main room.


    "A woman who has just given birth should not be exposed to wind. Taking her outside now could cause illness," Nong Yue explained.


    Feeling guilty, Cui Yi muttered, "Sorry for putting her through this."


    Nong Yue smiled, "Married couples sometimes misunderstand each other. As long as you both care for each other, it''s fine. Lady definitely doesn''t blame you."


    Cui Yi nodded silently, sitting by the bed, watching Chi Ying intently, waiting for her to wake.


    The midwife bathed the baby and handed her to the wet nurse.


    When Chi Ying awoke the next afternoon, she was famished and sore. She croaked, "Xiao Qiu..."


    Cui Yi, startled awake from a nap in the chair, rushed over, "Chi Ying!"


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    Chi Ying smiled, "Where''s Xiao Qiu?"


    Xiao Qiu entered with ginseng soup, "Lady, you''re awake. Drink this soup; Consort Duan specially sent a hundred-year-old ginseng."


    Hold on! Could Consort Duan''s gifts be trusted? Chi Ying instinctively recoiled.


    "Don''t worry, Lady Cheng inspected it before sending it to the kitchen," Xiao Qiu reassured her.


    Relieved, Chi Ying allowed Cui Yi to help her sit up against the headboard. "Did Cheng Jiejie visit?"


    Cui Yi said, "She came earlier today but left after checking your pulse and giving instructions to Nong Yue. She''ll visit again in a couple of days."


    Chi Ying nodded, sipping the soup, and asked, "Where''s the baby?"


    "The wet nurse fed her and put her to sleep." Xiao Qiu pointed to the cradle. "Shall I bring her over?"


    Holding the swaddled baby, Chi Ying kissed the red, wrinkled face tenderly. Cui Yi suddenly asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"


    Surprised, Chi Ying looked at him, "Shouldn''t I be asking you? Didn''t the midwife tell you?"


    Xiao Qiu stifled a laugh, "It''s a princess. Lady fainted, and Your Highness was too worried to notice."


    A girl... Both fell silent. This meant the title of Wu Wangfei would go to someone else. Chi Ying shrugged nonchalantly, "Girls are great; they''re their parents'' warm coats."


    "Let me hold her. You drink the soup." Cui Yi hesitantly reached out, unsure how to hold the baby.


    Neither mentioned the Emperor''s decree on New Year''s Eve, pretending it never happened. Chi Ying drank the soup, and Cui Yi carefully held the baby nearby.


    During her confinement, Cheng Yu visited several times, discussing the engagement. She sighed over Chi Ying''s plight, but Chi Ying remained indifferent, "The child is innocent. Besides, no one can change the Emperor''s decision. Why dwell on it?"


    Fortunately, the Emperor didn''t arrange a marriage for Cui Yi during her confinement. Otherwise, even Chi Ying''s patience would have snapped.


    Chi Ying''s maternal family remained silent, neither visiting nor sending greetings. Though the Wu.


    "Your father mentioned me only once, and I just happened to overhear him in the courtyard."


    Baili Zan frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then hesitated, "Do you remember whom your father was talking to when he mentioned me?"


    There was no scapegoat to find for this fabricated story. Chi Ying felt like crying but had no tears, inwardly blaming herself for meddling in the first place. She braced herself for Baili Zan''s continued questioning.


    "Your father only mentioned me once, and I just happened to pass by the courtyard," Chi Ying replied, struggling to find words. Eventually, she slumped back, feeling defeated. "Yes... but it was only once, and I just happened to hear him."


    Baili Zan furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Do you remember who your father was talking to when he mentioned me?"


    This fabricated story had no scapegoat. Chi Ying felt like crying but had no tears, inwardly cursing herself for getting involved in the first place. She braced herself for Baili Zan''s continued probing.


    If Lizan had just come to the door himself, things wouldn��t have ended up so awkward. It��s like he shot himself in the foot. "Since the Third Prince was able to use my old friend''s name to launch a counterintelligence operation, he must be familiar with him. You''ve mentioned before that the Third Prince is allied with the Crown Prince, so as the Grand Tutor, Chancellor Changsun would likely have met my old friend. Maybe it was him who brought up your father," Lizan didn''t know what Chu Ying was troubled about, assuming she was trying hard to recall, and thus reminded her.


    Hey, an unexpected scapegoat fell from the sky? Chu Ying��s eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "What''s his name?" Lizan replied, "He only told me his courtesy name is Fuzhi. As for his real name..." Fuzhi! Chu Ying felt a rush of breathlessness. That was the courtesy name of Shan Jian, the notorious strategist under the Third Prince Cui Huan, known for his cunning plans.

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    Chi Ying struggled on the birthing bed until the hour of Hai, eating two additional meals and screaming until hoarse. Finally, the baby was born safely.


    The midwife lifted the child from the mixture of amniotic fluid and blood, cleaning its mouth and nose. The baby let out a loud cry.


    "Congratulations, Your Highness and Lady, it''s a princess!" the midwife announced cheerfully.


    Chi Ying fainted upon hearing the baby''s cry, and Cui Yi was terrified by her sudden collapse. Neither heard the midwife''s words.


    The midwife swiftly cut the umbilical cord and took the baby to bathe.


    Nong Yue called Xiao Qiu to notify the Emperor, Empress, and Consort Duan of the news. Meanwhile, she cleaned up the birthing bed. With Cui Yi''s help, it was quickly tidied, but he was stopped from moving Chi Ying to the main room.


    "A woman who has just given birth should not be exposed to wind. Taking her outside now could cause illness," Nong Yue explained.


    Feeling guilty, Cui Yi muttered, "Sorry for putting her through this."


    Nong Yue smiled, "Married couples sometimes misunderstand each other. As long as you both care for each other, it''s fine. Lady definitely doesn''t blame you."


    Cui Yi nodded silently, sitting by the bed, watching Chi Ying intently, waiting for her to wake.


    The midwife bathed the baby and handed her to the wet nurse.


    When Chi Ying awoke the next afternoon, she was famished and sore. She croaked, "Xiao Qiu..."


    Cui Yi, startled awake from a nap in the chair, rushed over, "Chi Ying!"


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    Chi Ying smiled, "Where''s Xiao Qiu?"


    Xiao Qiu entered with ginseng soup, "Lady, you''re awake. Drink this soup; Consort Duan specially sent a hundred-year-old ginseng."


    Hold on! Could Consort Duan''s gifts be trusted? Chi Ying instinctively recoiled.


    "Don''t worry, Lady Cheng inspected it before sending it to the kitchen," Xiao Qiu reassured her.


    Relieved, Chi Ying allowed Cui Yi to help her sit up against the headboard. "Did Cheng Jiejie visit?"


    Cui Yi said, "She came earlier today but left after checking your pulse and giving instructions to Nong Yue. She''ll visit again in a couple of days."


    Chi Ying nodded, sipping the soup, and asked, "Where''s the baby?"


    "The wet nurse fed her and put her to sleep." Xiao Qiu pointed to the cradle. "Shall I bring her over?"


    Holding the swaddled baby, Chi Ying kissed the red, wrinkled face tenderly. Cui Yi suddenly asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"


    Surprised, Chi Ying looked at him, "Shouldn''t I be asking you? Didn''t the midwife tell you?"


    Xiao Qiu stifled a laugh, "It''s a princess. Lady fainted, and Your Highness was too worried to notice."


    A girl... Both fell silent. This meant the title of Wu Wangfei would go to someone else. Chi Ying shrugged nonchalantly, "Girls are great; they''re their parents'' warm coats."


    "Let me hold her. You drink the soup." Cui Yi hesitantly reached out, unsure how to hold the baby.


    Neither mentioned the Emperor''s decree on New Year''s Eve, pretending it never happened. Chi Ying drank the soup, and Cui Yi carefully held the baby nearby.


    During her confinement, Cheng Yu visited several times, discussing the engagement. She sighed over Chi Ying''s plight, but Chi Ying remained indifferent, "The child is innocent. Besides, no one can change the Emperor''s decision. Why dwell on it?"


    Fortunately, the Emperor didn''t arrange a marriage for Cui Yi during her confinement. Otherwise, even Chi Ying''s patience would have snapped.


    Chi Ying''s maternal family remained silent, neither visiting nor sending greetings. Though the Wu.


    "Your father mentioned me only once, and I just happened to overhear him in the courtyard."


    Baili Zan frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then hesitated, "Do you remember whom your father was talking to when he mentioned me?"


    There was no scapegoat to find for this fabricated story. Chi Ying felt like crying but had no tears, inwardly blaming herself for meddling in the first place. She braced herself for Baili Zan''s continued questioning.


    "Your father only mentioned me once, and I just happened to pass by the courtyard," Chi Ying replied, struggling to find words. Eventually, she slumped back, feeling defeated. "Yes... but it was only once, and I just happened to hear him."


    Baili Zan furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Do you remember who your father was talking to when he mentioned me?"


    This fabricated story had no scapegoat. Chi Ying felt like crying but had no tears, inwardly cursing herself for getting involved in the first place. She braced herself for Baili Zan''s continued probing.


    If Lizan had just come to the door himself, things wouldn��t have ended up so awkward. It��s like he shot himself in the foot. "Since the Third Prince was able to use my old friend''s name to launch a counterintelligence operation, he must be familiar with him. You''ve mentioned before that the Third Prince is allied with the Crown Prince, so as the Grand Tutor, Chancellor Changsun would likely have met my old friend. Maybe it was him who brought up your father," Lizan didn''t know what Chu Ying was troubled about, assuming she was trying hard to recall, and thus reminded her.


    Hey, an unexpected scapegoat fell from the sky? Chu Ying��s eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "What''s his name?" Lizan replied, "He only told me his courtesy name is Fuzhi. As for his real name..." Fuzhi! Chu Ying felt a rush of breathlessness. That was the courtesy name of Shan Jian, the notorious strategist under the Third Prince Cui Huan, known for his cunning plans.

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    Although Prince Jian had over a hundred advisors from the Eastern Palace, none could match Shan Jian''s intelligence. When Chu Ying was still in the Eastern Palace, she often heard Prince Jian praise Shan Fuzhi for his wisdom and ruthless strategies, saying he was a man destined for great deeds. It was a pity he chose to serve under Prince Huan instead. If it weren''t for Prince Jian''s keen eye, Shan Fuzhi would have remained a mere guest.


    Last New Year''s Eve, when Chu Ying saw the Third Princess Consort, she already had thoughts of luring Shan Jian away from Prince Huan. However, she knew nothing about his appearance or personality. To steal someone without knowing anything about them was like daydreaming. Yet, she included him on her list as a future target for counterintelligence.


    Unexpectedly, before she could find a breakthrough, he struck first by meddling within the Wu. "Madam?" Chu Ying suddenly realized her reaction was too intense. Although Lizan couldn''t see her expression outside, he became concerned when she didn''t respond and stood up from his chair. "It''s... it''s nothing!" Chu Ying quickly gathered her thoughts. If this was Shan Jian''s counterintelligence plan, everything made sense. "Are you sure that person''s courtesy name is Fuzhi?" Lizan naturally sensed her tension and responded solemnly, "Yes, the ''Fu'' in talisman and the ''Zhi'' in classical literature. I exchanged poetry with him. Fuzhi not only excels in poetry but also writes beautifully, comparable to historical calligraphy masters."


    That''s right! Chu Ying trembled with excitement at this sudden revelation. Because of his talent in poetry, he befriended Prince Huan and stayed in the Third Prince''s residence. Because of his acquaintance with Lizan and their lack of formal introductions, Prince Huan could use his name for counterintelligence. His ruthless nature allowed him to betray friends without hesitation, even choosing to sabotage their relationship just before childbirth. Only one person could do these things��Shan Fuzhi.


    Chu Ying dispelled her postpartum depression and became spirited. "Since they��ve delivered the challenge to our doorstep, we can''t back down. Shan Fuzhi likes counterintelligence; let''s turn the tables and make him taste his own medicine." Lizan rubbed his chin and said regretfully, "To be honest, I thought the same, but while the Crown Prince has a mole in our palace, we don''t have any spies in the Eastern Palace..." "Who says we don''t?" Chu Ying smiled happily. There was no better spy than her, the former Crown Princess.


    "Invite Old Three to the full moon celebration?" Hearing her words, Cui Yi looked puzzled. "We''re not close, barely ever spoke. Why invite him?" Since she hadn''t finished her confinement period, Chu Ying had to stay in the side room. Cui Yi found sleeping alone in the main room too lonely and moved his pillow and blanket there. He joked about how he used to fear sharing a bed with others. After laughing, he kissed her passionately.


    Chu Ying sat beside the cradle, soothing the baby to sleep. Without turning around, she said, "Not just the Third Prince, but also the Crown Prince and all the princes who have reached adulthood and established their own residences. We need to invite them all." Cui Yi instinctively frowned, clearly reluctant, but knowing Chu Ying always acted with purpose, he asked, "Do you want to seduce Old Three?" Chu Ying laughed, "My lord, what are you saying? I prefer strong, heroic men. Why would I abandon you, a mighty general, for a bean sprout? Is it because he tastes good when cooked?"The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Cui Yi was flattered and coughed, pretending to be serious. "Then why invite them all?" Chu Ying bit the edge of the cradle gently and said leisurely, "Lizan and I discussed it. We should reciprocate since the Third Prince wants to play games. Let''s take advantage of the baby''s full moon celebration to return a series of counterintelligence operations." "Counterintelligence operations?" Cui Yi scratched his ear, unable to imagine the effect. "Just wait and see," Chu Ying kissed the baby after putting it to sleep and went to blow out the lamp. "With Lizan handling it, we��ll cripple one wing of the Crown Prince and see how arrogant he remains."


    As the baby turned one month old, relatives and friends came to celebrate. Cheng Fengyi and her husband, Cao Qian, and newly promoted General Yang Qiong brought gifts. Several generals close to Cui Yi also brought their families to drink wine. The Wu����was bustling from noon, with servants busily preparing everything. Manager Wang personally directed carriages at the entrance. Suddenly, a lavishly decorated carriage approached. Wang squinted and hurriedly instructed a servant, "Quickly inform His Highness, the Crown Prince has arrived!"


    The Crown Prince Cui Jie stepped out of the carriage, followed by his consort, Changsun Lingfang. Cui Yi and Chu Ying received them just in time. The brothers greeted each other with forced smiles. Changsun Lingfang held Chu Ying''s hand and whispered, "It''s been half a year. How are you?" Knowing Cui Jie was watching, Chu Ying didn''t show too much affection and simply nodded. "I''m fine. But you look thinner. Is the food in the palace not to your liking? Or is it too hot? You should ask the imperial kitchen to prepare ice sugar pear soup to quench thirst and nourish your lungs."


    Changsun Lingfang softly responded and timidly glanced at Cui Yi, calling him brother-in-law. Cui Yi returned the greeting. Chu Ying found the situation amusing. Sisters marrying brothers led to strange titles. Her sister became her sister-in-law, and her brother became her brother-in-law. She called the Crown Prince brother, and he called her sister...


    While lost in thought, another carriage arrived, identified by its painted pine, bamboo, and plum design as belonging to the Third Prince. Unexpectedly, Prince Huan stumbled while getting off, landing face-first in front of everyone. Cui Yi couldn''t help bursting into laughter. Chu Ying sighed, turning away. Though unplanned, it was satisfying.


    More princes arrived, and guests were seated. Cui Huan sat nursing his injuries, unable to drink due to a bloody nose. Every time Chu Ying looked at him, she struggled not to laugh. Seeing the right moment, she gave Lizan a signal. Lizan understood and approached Cui Huan with a wine cup, pretending to chat warmly.


    Cui Huan was startled to see Lizan, almost spitting out his rice. Lizan greeted him warmly, mentioning his face. Cui Huan, irritated, couldn''t vent in front of the Crown Prince and waved dismissively. "Don''t mention it. Just yesterday, someone warned me of impending bloodshed. Who knew it would happen so soon."


    Lizan sat beside him, saying, "Who told you? Fortune-tellers�� words aren''t reliable. Ancient people believed in ''spending money to avoid disaster.'' Perhaps this is ''disfigurement to avoid disaster.'' Surviving a great calamity means good fortune ahead." Cui Huan��s eyes widened, "You��" Lizan chuckled, "Are you angry? Didn''t you once mock me for being untrustworthy?"


    Cui Huan struggled for words and finally conceded, "No anger. It was just a joke." They pretended to be each other''s friend, discussing past events. Lizan mixed truth with lies, subtly mocking Cui Huan. Unable to refute without admitting his identity, Cui Huan endured silently.


    To outsiders like Cui Jie, they appeared to be chatting amiably. Lizan��s smiling face and friendly gestures seemed genuine. "Who is that? He seems quite familiar with the Third Prince," Cui Jie asked, having already noticed Lizan during a previous encounter. Cui Yi played along, "He��s our storyteller, an old friend of the Third Prince." Cui Jie eyed Lizan suspiciously.


    Lizan continued, "Back then, you promised to remember our friendship if either of us achieved success. I kept that in mind." Cui Huan realized his mistake and quickly covered it up. "Of course, I remember. It''s unfortunate Wen Yu is now working for Second Brother, achieving great things. He probably doesn''t care for my small domain anymore."


    Lizan sighed, "No, serving Prince Yi is just making ends meet. Future prospects remain uncertain." Cui Huan responded, "Wen Yu has big aspirations. Second Brother aims to reclaim the sixteen counties of Gan Prefecture. Plenty of opportunities await." Lizan remained vague, avoiding direct answers.

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    Lizan''s attitude confirmed Cui Huan''s suspicions. Working under Cui Yi must be challenging due to his temper. "Today��s bad luck prevents us from enjoying drinks together. Let''s reschedule for a visit to the Spring Wind Tower," Cui Huan extended an olive branch. Lizan hesitated, glancing at Cui Yi, who wasn��t paying attention, and answered ambiguously. "Perhaps not appropriate."


    Cui Huan understood his concerns and didn''t press. "No rush. Let me know when you decide." Lizan feigned deep thought, bowed, and left, signaling Chu Ying��the first phase was complete. Chu Ying received the signal and poured wine for the brothers. "Mr. Lizan mentioned maintaining correspondence despite years apart. He didn��t realize the Third Prince was royalty. It was the Third Prince who suggested he seek office in the capital."


    Cui Jie repeated doubtfully, "The Third Prince recommended him? A talented individual should be recommended to the Ministry of Personnel. Leaving him to fend for himself isn��t wise." Chu Ying smiled, "Maybe the Third Prince had other plans." She intentionally left it ambiguous, letting Cui Jie speculate. Based on her understanding, he appeared open-minded but was deeply suspicious. Loyal followers faced execution, let alone those suspected of betrayal.


    Cui Huan''s fate mattered little to Cui Yi. Her true goal was to ensnare the bigger fish. The banquet continued, and Lizan reappeared. "Your Highness, I found a rare book you once mentioned, ''Notes from Zhaohua River.'' Though damaged, it��s mostly intact." Cui Huan accepted it, surprised. "You knew about this book?" Touching the patched cover, he noted Lizan��s effort.


    Lizan asked, "Didn��t you tell me about it?" Cui Huan realized his slip and quickly covered it. "I meant, thank you for remembering." Lizan pretended ignorance and left after delivering the gift. The hidden message inside the book would reach Shan Jian. Even if inspected, the result would be the same.


    After dark, guests departed. Cui Yi pretended to be drunk and didn��t go out to see them off, giving Cui Jie a chance to speak with Cui Huan. "Third Brother, be careful. Even confidants might betray you, let alone a guest." Cui Huan, humiliated, agreed.


    In the Wu����, Cui Yi played with the baby while Chu Ying bathed. "Stop disturbing her; let her sleep." Cui Yi reluctantly left the cradle and lay on the bed. "Shouldn��t you move back to the main room now?" Chu Ying shook her head. "Not yet. Remember the Emperor��s words? If I have a daughter, you must marry a primary consort. It��s inappropriate for me to stay in the main room. I��ve arranged a courtyard next door for us."


    Cui Yi protested, "This is my decision. No one tells me where to sleep." Chu Ying teased, "But you did say I��d be in charge." Cui Yi, frustrated, pinned her down. "I��m not dead yet. I decide who to marry and where to sleep."


    At the Jin����, Cui Huan returned home exhausted. His wife Chen pretended to be asleep. After a heated argument earlier, she refused to attend the celebration. Pretending to wake up, she asked about his injury. "Have you stopped blaming me?" Cui Huan ignored her. Chen, feeling wronged, listed her contributions but received cold responses. Their strained relationship persisted.


    She hadn��t finished her sentence when Cui Huan suddenly stood up and walked out with large strides. Chen was startled and hurriedly followed behind, "Your Highness! Where are you going at such a late hour?"


    Cui Huan coldly replied with his hands clasped behind his back, "I still have some matters to attend to. I will sleep in the study tonight."


    "Your Highness!" Chen cried out tearfully.


    But Cui Huan didn''t even look back as he walked away.


    The next day, after Cui Yi went to court, Chi Ying instructed the maids to move all her belongings, including her wardrobe and dressing table, to the adjacent courtyard. The courtyard wasn��t large, but it had ample sunlight, and there was a big parasol tree in the corner that provided shade during the hot summer months.


    On this sunny day, Nong Yue was airing out the quilts while saying, "Lady, you didn''t need to rush to move. It''s not like Emperor Jianyuan just decided to find a wife for His Highness overnight. He said that because Lady gave birth to a daughter, His Highness must get married, but they haven��t even selected a candidate yet. Even if they were to marry, it wouldn��t happen in a day or two. Maybe the Emperor likes little Princess and will change his mind and make you the official consort."


    Chi Ying, holding the child and basking in the sun in the courtyard, smiled and said, "If the Emperor intended to make me the official consort, he wouldn''t have set this rule. Rather than waiting for the new mistress to come and kick me out, it��s better to take the initiative and leave a good impression on the Emperor and Empress."


    Nong Yue sighed, "Lady, you always put yourself through so much hardship."


    Chi Ying smiled without responding.


    Cui Yi would eventually marry someone else, something she had already prepared herself for before entering the household. However, who this "someone" would be, she did not know. In her previous life, she was the Crown Princess, and Cui Yi never married until his death. As for concubines, it was uncertain whether he had any, but even if he did, they wouldn��t become his official wife in this life, so it didn��t matter.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    What kind of wife would Emperor Jianyuan choose for his son? Although Changsun Chi Ying was now described as ��disabled due to illness,�� she was once the eldest legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor and the elder sister of the Crown Princess. If she could only be a concubine, then within Purple Chapter City, how many unmarried young ladies could surpass her in status and be worthy of the title of the wife of the War God Cui Yi?


    The eldest legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor and the elder sister of the Crown Princess could only be a concubine to the Duke of Wu. What kind of woman could be the Duchess of Wu?


    It wasn��t just Chi Ying; all the young ladies in Purple Chapter City, along with their parents and brothers, were curious.


    However, one month passed, then two months, and Emperor Jianyuan seemed to have forgotten about this matter entirely, making no mention of finding a wife for Cui Yi. Countless noble daughters in the capital stretched their necks in anticipation, hoping to fly onto the branch and transform into a phoenix.


    In the blink of an eye, the Duke of Wu��s little princess, Cui Xian, reached her hundredth day, and Cheng Fengyi also safely gave birth to a daughter named Zhai Shujin. Since they couldn��t form a marriage alliance, they had to wait for the next child.


    "It��s better not to mention it. Who knows what kind of person might come. If she turns out to be like Xie Yuchan, it would be unbearable," Cheng Fengyi, always straightforward, expressed her joy at Emperor Jianyuan��s apparent forgetfulness.


    Cheng Fengyi was still in confinement after giving birth, and Chi Ying visited her with her child. Little Cui Xian couldn��t crawl yet but tried to reach out to touch her sister. Little Shujin, disturbed while feeding, started crying loudly. Seeing her cry, Little Cui Xian also burst into tears. Both mothers were instantly overwhelmed and quickly comforted their children, handing them over to the nannies to put them to sleep before they could chat privately.


    Chi Ying smiled and said, "A girl like Miss Xie is unlikely, but if His Highness really marries someone else, she might secretly make things difficult for me. Whether she is favored by His Highness or not, either way, she might turn against me. Just thinking about it makes my back break out in a cold sweat."


    Cheng Fengyi teased, "Who was it that kept urging His Highness to marry?"


    Chi Ying groaned, "Sister, spare me. I was just being immature back then."


    Cheng Fengyi laughed again. A maid brought in some medicine, and as she drank it, she remembered something from when Chi Ying was in confinement and asked, "By the way, has the traitor inside the mansion been found?"


    "Not a single clue," Chi Ying said, her smile fading. Three months had passed, and despite all her efforts and those of Bai Li Zan, the traitor hadn��t shown any signs. Though unwilling to admit it, she had to acknowledge that the person was indeed very patient.


    Cheng Fengyi thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that there is no traitor in the mansion at all? Maybe Shan Jian just happened to see Master Bai on the street and realized he was working for His Highness, so he devised this counter-espionage plan to make His Highness suspicious."


    Chi Ying said helplessly, "That possibility isn��t ruled out. When we discussed it with Master, he considered that we might be overly suspicious and that there might be no traitor in the mansion. But if that were true, how did Shan Jian know that Master Bai escorted me back to the main courtyard? There must be a traitor, but we can��t find them."


    Cheng Fengyi sighed deeply and patted her hand gently, "I can��t help you much. Be careful and keep your distance from His Highness��s close aides. Don��t get too close. They say women are jealous, but how many men aren��t?"


    Chi Ying nodded in agreement, and they chatted about everyday matters. As autumn twilight fell early, Chi Ying bid farewell around 3 PM with her daughter. Cheng Fengyi lay lazily on the bed, yawning.


    "A soldier delivered this box for you, Lady," a maid reported, carrying a small wooden box.


    Cheng Fengyi motioned, "What is it? Open it for me to see."


    The maid opened the lid, revealing several bright orange-red maple leaves lying quietly at the bottom of the black box, capturing the brilliance of an entire autumn in a small square space, breathtakingly beautiful.


    Cheng Fengyi picked up a leaf and admired it, "These must be from Drunken Butterfly Mountain. Every autumn, I used to go with Father to see them. I wonder if we��ll make it this year." She asked, "Who would be so thoughtful? What did the messenger look like? Did he say who he was?"


    The maid replied truthfully, "The gatekeeper said it was just a soldier in armor who didn��t give his name, just asked us to give the box to Lady as thanks for saving his life."


    "Oh��" If it was gratitude for saving his life, it made sense. Cheng Fengyi nodded. Last year, she saved thousands of soldiers from the Western Camp with a prescription. Perhaps one of them heard she liked maple leaves and specially picked them to show their gratitude, which wasn��t surprising.


    "Place it somewhere visible, standing upright."


    The golden light of dusk shone through the window, illuminating the maple leaves, making them glow warmly like a cluster of flames.


    As September arrived, the wheat planted in spring ripened. To harvest and dry the grain before the autumn rains, the soldiers of the Western Camp busied themselves with farming tasks. By mid-September, over a thousand catties of flour had been delivered to the Duke of Wu��s residence, and the soldiers enjoyed hearty meals of white steamed buns. With the meat hunted in spring preserved with salt in cellars, their rations improved compared to before the military budget cuts.


    When paying respects at court, Emperor Jianyuan didn��t mention finding a wife for Cui Yi. Thus, Chi Ying��s daily routine involved taking care of the child and listening to reports from the steward about grain contributions from various camps, how much was sold for cash, and how much was stored for winter. Her life was leisurely.


    Without worrying about his father forcing him to marry, Cui Yi also lived a relaxed life, focusing on attending court, training troops, and playing with his daughter.


    However, Chi Ying��s leisure stemmed from knowing that Emperor Jianyuan��s death, Prince Jie��s ascension, and Cui Yi��s exile were six months away. During this time, she aimed to poach more soldiers and organize agricultural knowledge collected by Cao Qian for future use in Ganzhou. Unlike Cui Yi, who was practically idle.


    After court one day, Cui Yi excitedly told Chi Ying, "Next month on the fifth, Father Emperor is going to Drunken Butterfly Mountain to admire the red leaves. Everyone will join. You haven��t been to the imperial retreat there, have you? Pick some nice fabric and have a new outfit made for the occasion."


    Chi Ying, having just put the baby to sleep, rubbed her sore waist and stood up, "Another new outfit? Didn��t we just get one last month? Do you know the saying ��diligence leads to prosperity, extravagance leads to ruin��?"


    Cui Yi glared at her, "For you! You hardly ever think of getting yourself new clothes. Wearing tattered garments every day is embarrassing!"


    Chi Ying chuckled, "Yes, yes, I��m embarrassing Your Highness again." Reflecting on the past half-year, she realized she hadn��t gotten many new outfits, appreciating his consideration.


    Her frugality wasn��t without reason. Ganzhou was a battleground between Great Chu and the Northern Di tribes. Land changed hands frequently, and people struggled to farm. Saving now would prepare for the lean times ahead. But appearing presentable before the Emperor was necessary, so she decided to get a new outfit.


    On the fifth day of October, Emperor Jianyuan led his retinue to Drunken Butterfly Mountain. Chi Ying, still as the Duchess of Wu, rode in a carriage, admiring the scenery. The autumn maple leaves were stunningly red, almost dripping with color, stretching endlessly.


    However, since waking up that morning, Chi Ying felt an ominous premonition, heavy as dark clouds, and her eyelid twitched incessantly. Despite the beautiful views outside, she couldn��t focus.

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    Xiaoqiu thought she was tired and suggested, "Lady, why don��t you lie down for a nap? You must be exhausted from last night."


    Chi Ying shot her a glare, "You little brat, I��ll sew your ears shut!" Xiaoqiu laughed it off, spreading a cloak on the floor and placing a pillow for her. Chi Ying figured she couldn��t take in all the scenery anyway and decided to rest.


    The carriage swayed gently, and Chi Ying was about to fall asleep when a sudden jolt nearly threw her off her seat, hitting her head on the wall and seeing stars.


    "What��s happening?" Chi Ying, dazed, was helped up by Xiaoqiu.


    Outside, chaos erupted. Cui Yi shouted orders to protect the Emperor, swords clashing, horses neighing in fright, and women screaming. Chi Ying tried to peek outside but an arrow pierced the curtain near her hand, startling her back.


    Chi Ying, having died once, remained relatively calm, but Xiaoqiu was terrified, clinging to her trembling. Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, splattering blood on the curtain, causing Xiaoqiu to scream.


    "Don��t be afraid, everything will be fine," Chi Ying reassured her, though she was anxious.


    The guards escorting the Emperor numbered 1,800, forming an impenetrable shield. Cui Yi himself guarded the Emperor��s carriage. Given such tight security, how did assassins manage to breach it?


    The fighting subsided, and Cao Qian rode up to ask, "Lady, are you alright?"


    Chi Ying quickly responded, "I��m fine. Is the Emperor safe? How about His Highness?"


    Cao Qian answered breathlessly, "The Emperor is unharmed. His Highness sustained a minor injury and is pursuing the assassins. He sent me back to protect you."


    Hearing Cui Yi was hurt, Chi Ying��s heart clenched. "Someone actually managed to wound His Highness?"


    Cao Qian explained, "An assassin hid in a tree and fired an arrow, grazing His Highness��s arm."


    Chi Ying frowned, her ominous feeling intensifying. She sensed the truth was just out of reach.


    The assassins failed and retreated. Chi Ying waited in the carriage. Cui Yi returned with the captured assassins. Emperor Jianyuan, shaken, lost interest in the red leaves, and the entourage returned to the capital.


    The female members were sent back to their residences, while the princes stayed at the palace until late at night. Cui Yi finally returned home close to midnight, finding Chi Ying and Bai Li Zan waiting in the brightly lit hall.


    Before they could ask, Cui Yi lowered his voice, "The assassins targeted the Crown Prince. The Crown Princess miscarried due to shock�� less than two months along��"


    Chi Ying��s heart raced, "What? Lingfang was pregnant?"


    This was impossible! How could Prince Jie let her conceive? Once the Crown Princess bore a son, her position in the Eastern Palace would be unshakeable. Given his intentions to eradicate the Changsun family, he wouldn��t allow her to get pregnant!


    Bai Li Zan asked, "Does Lady suspect the pregnancy is fake?"


    Before Chi Ying could respond, Cui Yi frowned, "It��s real. Even the Crown Prince and Empress were shocked. No one knew beforehand. The imperial physician confirmed she hadn��t been summoned for a health checkup recently."


    "It seems the Crown Princess wanted to keep it secret from the Crown Prince and Empress," Bai Li Zan observed.


    "Impossible!" Chi Ying protested, "Prince Jie wouldn��t let Lingfang get pregnant. This can��t be!"


    Cui Yi and Bai Li Zan looked puzzled. Cui Yi asked indifferently, "Why not?"


    Chi Ying��s mind raced for answers.


    Seeing her hesitation, Bai Li Zan offered, "Let��s assume Lady is right. Prince Jie wouldn��t want the Crown Princess to bear a child, yet he already has children, indicating he��s fertile. So, he must be preventing her from conceiving��does he distrust Lord Changsun?"


    Cui Yi pondered, "Then whose child was in the Crown Princess��s womb?"Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    Bai Li Zan hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. Discussing infidelity or self-sacrifice in front of the Crown Princess��s elder sister was delicate.


    Cui Yi turned to Chi Ying, "What do you know?"


    Chi Ying struggled to answer, frowning in confusion.


    Cui Yi studied her silently before dismissing her, "It��s late. Go rest."


    Chi Ying was surprised by his tone, sensing he suspected her involvement. "I genuinely didn��t know. I just had suspicions based on previous conversations with Lingfang about her inability to conceive."


    Cui Yi nodded indifferently, "Understood."


    His lack of reaction left her unable to defend herself. Since the Shan Jian incident, Cui Yi still showed affection but no longer trusted her completely.


    "I��ll go check on Xian��er," Chi Ying forced a smile and left.


    After she left, Bai Li Zan noticed the tension in the hall. Cui Yi��s expression darkened, and he revealed, "The Empress suspects I hired assassins to kill the Crown Prince."


    Bai Li Zan couldn��t help laughing, "Seems like a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Why assassinate the Crown Prince during the Emperor��s outing, surrounded by hundreds of people? Blaming you is too obvious. They should��ve pinned it on a minister instead."


    Cui Yi added, "The one accusing me is none other than Changsun Tai."


    Bai Li Zan fell silent, realizing his guess was accurate. Cui Yi continued, "Changsun Tai spoke first, with the Empress backing him. Third Prince and Fourth Prince eagerly distanced themselves��"


    Bai Li Zan sighed, "When a house falls, everyone pushes it down. As long as you��re innocent, they can��t pin it on you without evidence."


    "Hmm," Cui Yi sat on the couch, looking worried despite Bai Li Zan��s reassurance.


    That night, Cui Yi slept in the main chamber, while Chi Ying spent the night alone in the Parasol Tree Courtyard, cradling her daughter.


    The next morning, Cui Yi left early. Bai Li Zan visited the courtyard, noticing Chi Ying��s disheveled appearance and dark circles under her eyes. He sighed, "Lady, you truly care for His Highness, yet others constantly plot against you."


    Chi Ying smiled wearily, "At least Master trusts me. Aren��t you worried I��m conspiring with the Crown Prince against His Highness?"


    Bai Li Zan shook his head, "No. From your actions and words, it seems you harbor a grudge against the Crown Prince. Given His Highness��s lack of interest in the throne, it��s wiser to stay safe rather than confront the Crown Prince directly, risking your life."


    Chi Ying remained silent, gently stroking her daughter��s head. Little Cui Xian slept soundly, unaware of her mother��s worries.


    Bai Li Zan relayed Cui Yi��s words from the previous night. Chi Ying listened, her voice hoarse, "It��s a setup�� Poor Lingfang, Father actually went this far."


    "Perhaps Lord Changsun doesn��t know about the child," Bai Li Zan speculated, "Having a legitimate heir is crucial. If he wants to secure ties with the Crown Prince, he wouldn��t risk harming the child."


    Chi Ying took a deep breath, called for the nanny to take the child, and slumped onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.


    Now, the situation was murky. First, was the Crown Princess��s pregnancy real or fabricated? Did Prince Jie and the Empress know?


    Assumption One: The pregnancy is fake, part of the assassination plot to manipulate Emperor Jianyuan��s emotions, making it easier to frame Cui Yi.


    Assumption Two: The pregnancy is real, but Prince Jie and the Empress didn��t know, meaning the Crown Princess deliberately concealed it. Why?


    Assumption Three: The pregnancy is real, known to Prince Jie but not Changsun Tai. Was it a calculated move to appease the Changsun family under pressure from Cui Yi, or an unexpected development used as leverage in framing Cui Yi?


    Chi Ying hoped it was the first assumption, but given Cui Yi��s revelation, she feared the worst.


    Returning late, she was convinced that the child was real. Unless the entire Eastern Palace, including the Empress and the imperial physicians, were all in on a grand deception, it would be impossible to fool Emperor Jianyuan.


    If it were the third scenario, Chiying could understand it. Cui Jie had once done the same thing to her, so using the same tactic against Lingfang did not surprise her at all. It was just pitiful that her sister, who had finally conceived a child, had to endure a miscarriage. It was heart-wrenching.


    But how could the second scenario be explained?


    "Madam," Baili Zan suddenly interrupted her thoughts, "after I returned home last night, I thought about this matter over and over again. There is something I want to ask you, but I don''t know if it''s appropriate."


    Chiying weakly replied, "Ask away."


    "Before Princess Consort left for marriage, did she have someone she liked?"


    Lingfang''s love interest? Chiying sat up straight, her expression stiff as she looked at Baili Zan, who blinked innocently, not understanding her reaction.


    Right, that must be it.


    If the child was real, but Lingfang had hidden it from everyone, even her parents, then the only explanation was��the child wasn''t Cui Jie''s!


    Then whose could it be?


    Perhaps her expression changed too drastically, because Baili Zan thought he had upset her and quickly explained, "Madam, please don''t misunderstand. I was just asking casually, trying to consider every possibility..."


    Chiying bent over in pain, clutching her head.


    Before her rebirth, she was the Crown Princess, and Lingfang was merely the youngest daughter of the Grand Tutor. If it weren''t for Cui Jie''s betrayal, which led to the extermination of their entire family, she should have married her father''s favored student, a young man named Zhong Wei.


    Now, with the change of circumstances, Lingfang had married into the Eastern Palace before she turned fourteen. Did she have any old feelings for Zhong Wei? She didn''t know. If she did, could the child in her womb be his? If so, were her parents unaware, or were they eager for her to bear an heir, turning a blind eye? Since Cui Jie didn''t intend to let her become pregnant, he must have been closely monitoring her physical condition. What would he think if he discovered she was pregnant? Could this assassination attempt be a double-edged sword, both framing Cui Yi and punishing Lingfang?


    Chiying was shocked by her own conjectures, breaking out in cold sweat. Although the assassination attempt failed, the hidden possibilities behind it were numerous and terrifying.


    Or perhaps none of these were the truth; it could be a ploy designed to make them think along these lines, causing them to panic and reveal their weaknesses.


    Was it Cui Jie''s plan? No... such a complex and ruthless plot, targeting multiple birds with one stone, seemed more like Shan Jian''s style.


    "As expected of the cunning strategist, even an unborn child isn''t spared," Chiying murmured to herself.


    That afternoon, before Cui Yi returned, an imperial decree arrived. Chiying led the servants to receive the decree, feeling as if she had been doused with icy water.


    The decree mentioned that the captured assassin had confessed under torture that he was hired by the King of Wu to assassinate the Crown Prince and the Emperor. The Dali Temple had searched their hideout based on their confessions and found a large number of armor and weapons. The guards had also admitted under duress that they were ordered by the King of Wu to purchase and guard the military equipment.


    "...After verification, considering the King of Wu''s contributions to the empire through years of warfare, he will not be executed. His title will not be revoked, but starting today, his property will be confiscated, his servants dismissed, and he will be stationed in Gan Prefecture without imperial permission to return to the capital. By imperial decree!"


    Chiying knelt on the ground, numbly responding, "We accept the decree with gratitude. Long live the Emperor, may he reign forever."


    Jiang Huaisheng, the chief eunuch of Wansheng Palace, rolled up the decree and placed it in her hands, giving a noncommittal laugh, saying, "Don''t just thank the Emperor. You should thank the Crown Prince. If it weren''t for his plea on account of their brotherhood, the Emperor intended to execute the entire Wu. Take care of yourselves!"


    The servants were filled with anger, wanting to punch Jiang Huaisheng, but they had no choice but to endure his mocking laughter as he left.


    "Madam!" Xiao Qiu cried out, catching Chiying just before she stumbled.


    Nong Yue anxiously asked, "How could this happen? The King hasn''t returned yet. What should we do?"


    Chiying, supported by Xiao Qiu, stood up, fighting off dizziness, and said, "Pack our things. If we can''t stay here, there are other places we can go."


    Surviving in the Frontier

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    No matter how much Chiying calculated, she never anticipated that Cui Yi''s exile would come six months earlier than fate had decreed, nor did she expect that the person responsible for his exile would be his own father, Emperor Jianyuan, rather than Cui Jie. Despite Cui Jie''s significant role, without the emperor''s approval, such a hasty decision wouldn''t have been made.


    The Wu fell into unprecedented depression. Servants, maids, cooks, and gatekeepers sobbed as they packed their belongings and those of their masters. With over two hundred people in the Wu, only two guest scholars��Baili Zan and Xie Yong��and one personal maid, Xiao Qiu, along with the court-appointed nanny, Nong Yue, would accompany them to Gan Prefecture. Even the wet nurse had to be found along the way.


    "Madam!" Cao Qian rushed in, seeing the three carriages already packed, tears welling up as he said, "The King sent me back to tell you, flowers cannot bloom forever, and we must endure the arrogance of those with evil intentions. One day, there will be a chance for revenge."


    Chiying''s eyes reddened, tears threatening to fall. "Where is the King now?"


    Cao Qian whispered, "The King is kneeling in the Ancestral Temple, punished by the Emperor. He must kneel for five hours. Soon, officials from the Guanglu Temple will come to inventory our food and supplies. General Dai has already spoken to his son-in-law, ensuring they won''t be too strict. Madam, hurry and pack more gold and silver for the journey. We need provisions for the trip and reserves for the King''s future comeback."


    Chiying nodded through her tears, instructing servants to open the treasury and load more gold, silver, grain, and cloth onto several carriages.


    Sure enough, officials from the Guanglu Temple soon arrived, led by a portly official with a handlebar mustache. Outside, more than a dozen carts waited, loaded with sacks and straw ropes. Chiying couldn''t help but sneer��having an insider certainly helped them know exactly what the Wu���� possessed.


    The portly official stroked his mustache arrogantly, ordering, "Load everything onto the carts!"


    His subordinates, acting like bandits, swarmed in, packing furniture, antiques, paintings, and even half a jar of pickled plums that Nong Yue had prepared for Chiying.


    Baili Zan whispered, "Since the beginning of the year, the Wu����''s earnings have been confiscated. This time, the Crown Prince really struck gold." Chiying shared the same sentiment but could only watch helplessly as the looters emptied the palace, leaving nothing behind.


    A minor official reported, "Sir, everything has been moved."


    The portly official grunted, casting a suspicious glance at Chiying, "Wu Wangfei, does it seem like there''s less here? Every time the King returns victorious, the Emperor bestows many rewards. Is this all?"


    Chiying suppressed her anger, replying softly, "Sir, as you can see, apart from some fallen leaves, there''s nothing left. The Emperor''s rewards are many, but we have hundreds of mouths to feed."


    A young clerk beside him chimed in, "Yes, sir. Everything has been checked thoroughly. There''s truly nothing left."


    The portly official chuckled, seemingly unsatisfied. Just then, another official ran from the backyard, reporting loudly, "Sir, there are several fully loaded carts outside the back gate!"Stolen novel; please report.


    Chiying and her group were taken aback. The portly official gestured, "Lead the way!" and strode towards the backyard.


    Xiao Qiu nervously asked, "Didn''t General Cao say they wouldn''t be too strict? How..."


    Nong Yue signaled for silence, "Don''t speak. Follow closely."


    They followed the portly official to the backyard, where the Wu northbound convoy awaited. Seeing the carts full of provisions, the portly official became furious, shouting, "What''s going on! The Emperor decreed that all possessions of the Wu be confiscated. You dare to hide money and grain, attempting to deceive the Emperor! Clearly, you''re defying the imperial edict and showing contempt for the Emperor!"


    He motioned to his men to seize the carts.


    "No!" Xiao Qiu rushed forward, spreading her arms to block the carts, pleading, "Sir, please have mercy! The King and Madam need food and supplies for the journey. Please leave us some!"


    The portly official snarled, "Leave what? Imperial edicts are final. Who will show mercy to me if I show mercy to you?"


    Chiying approached, holding out a box of fifty taels of silver, smiling apologetically, "Sir, please be merciful. The Wu���� has been stripped bare. We only brought some clothes. Please let us keep these carts, and we''ll repay your kindness in the future."


    The clerk added, "Sir, everything worth confiscating has been taken. A little extra won''t make a difference. Perhaps you could do us a favor. After all, the King is still the Emperor''s son. Who knows, maybe he''ll rise again someday..."


    The portly official grunted, taking the silver, reluctantly agreeing, "Alright, I''m not heartless. You can take six carts, but leave two behind."


    Eight carts reduced to six, meaning this greedy official intended to pocket the difference. Chiying seethed with anger but feigned gratitude, "Thank you, sir. May I ask your name?"


    The portly official stroked his mustache, looking down at her, "I am Lu Xiaoh��, the Chief of the Guanglu Temple. Remember my name well."


    Chiying smiled insincerely, "Of course, sir. I will remember your kindness."


    In her heart, she vowed, "When I return to Purple Chapter City, I''ll make sure your entire family suffers the same fate."


    Finally rid of the Guanglu Temple officials, Chiying and her companions stood outside the Wu, guarding six remaining carts, hearts heavy with sorrow. Xie Yong sighed, "Madam, what are your plans?"


    Chiying, holding her daughter, whispered, "What plans? We''ll take it one step at a time. With this amount of provisions, we can barely make it to Gan Prefecture."


    Xie Yong hesitantly suggested, "Why not pass through Xuancheng? My father might still support the King and lend a hand."


    His words surprised everyone. Given Cui Yi''s clear rejection of the marriage alliance and the Emperor''s denial of the betrothal, why would the Xie family still support them? Unless...


    Unless Cui Yi changed his mind and married Xie Yuchan.


    Chiying gently patted her daughter, her eyes dimming, "Let''s leave the city first. Once the King returns, we''ll decide."


    Besides the six cargo carts, the steward, Wang Bo, had prepared two carriages for the royal consorts. Baili Zan and Xie Yong would share one, while Chiying, Nong Yue, and Xiao Qiu would ride in the other. Leaving them behind would result in confiscation, so they decided to depart in style, hoping to sell them later for some money.


    Thinking the Guanglu Temple''s confiscation was the worst, they were stopped again at the city gates by none other than Changsun Tai.


    Seeing her father, Chiying felt a glimmer of hope, stepping out to greet him, "Father."


    Changsun Tai looked distressed, scolding her, "Ying''er, how could you be so cruel? That''s your own sister. How could you bear to do such a terrible thing to her?"


    "I..." Chiying tried to explain, but Changsun Tai waved dismissively, "Don''t say anything. I know you''re resentful of my insistence on aborting the pregnancy. What good did it do to insist on having her? A daughter, what use is she?"


    "Father!" Chiying exploded with anger, "What''s wrong with a daughter? Isn''t she human? Doesn''t she deserve to be born?"


    Changsun Tai pointed at the baby in Nong Yue''s arms, "You fought with your parents and your sister for her sake. What has she brought you? Will the Emperor make you the Wu Wangfei because you gave birth to a daughter?"


    Chiying felt as if she''d been struck by lightning, unable to speak. Bai Li Zan leaned out of the carriage, sternly addressing Changsun Tai, "Lord Changsun, does Lady Chiying lose her right to be your daughter just because she didn''t become the Crown Princess?"


    Changsun Tai, unfamiliar with Bai Li Zan, couldn''t retort. Seeing his daughter''s red-rimmed eyes, he knew he shouldn''t continue. Officially, he said, "The Emperor decrees that the Wu����''s exit carriages shall not exceed three."


    Three! Even Xie Yong was stunned. Three carriages meant one for the scholars, one for the ladies, and only one for supplies. Ridiculous!


    "Must Father be so ruthless?" Chiying wiped away her tears, her tone harsh.


    "My duty requires me to enforce the Emperor''s decree," Changsun Tai replied, avoiding her gaze.


    Chiying''s heart turned cold. She stepped back, "Fine, I understand. Xiao Qiu, Nong Yue, get out and walk. Gentlemen, you''ll have to ride horses."


    Bai Li Zan wordlessly got out, carrying the baby. Xie Yong sighed and followed. Xiao Qiu tugged at Chiying''s sleeve, "Madam, what about you?"


    "I''ll walk too," Chiying declared, giving her father one last look before turning to select three of the remaining six carts. The guards allowed them to pass, and the drivers unhitched the horses, saddling them for Bai Li Zan and Xie Yong. They silently left the city.


    "After this farewell, there is no longer a Changsun Chiying in this world. Father, take care. Farewell."

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    The three lonely carriages waited at the post station. Late that night, Cui Yi finally arrived, accompanied by Xie Yuchan, her maids, and Concubine Duan, along with several eunuchs and maidservants.


    It had been nearly a year since they last met, and Xie Yuchan appeared more subdued. Though she wrinkled her nose in distaste upon seeing Chiying, she didn''t scream accusations, indicating Concubine Duan''s efforts had paid off somewhat.


    Bai Li Zan recounted the events since receiving the confiscation decree. Cui Yi, exhausted from kneeling in the Ancestral Temple all day, listened silently and simply nodded, saying, "Let''s head to Xuancheng first."


    Everyone understood the implications of heading to Xuancheng first��when they left, the Wu Wangfei would no longer be Chiying.


    Concubine Duan handed several boxes containing gold, jewels, and jade to Cui Yi, tenderly advising, "Gan Prefecture is far colder and desolate than the capital. Be careful, my son. Life has its ups and downs, but don''t lose heart."


    Cui Yi nodded, squeezing her hand, "I understand, Mother. Take care of yourself."


    Concubine Duan''s eyes welled with tears as she instructed Xie Yuchan to be careful. Regarding Chiying, given her sister''s involvement in the incident and her father''s role in the confiscation, Concubine Duan didn''t give her a hard time. Chiying, overwhelmed by the day''s events, didn''t care either.


    After Concubine Duan left, Xie Yuchan stepped forward, sincerely telling Cui Yi, "Brother Ying, rest assured. When we reach Xuancheng, my father will provide us with supplies, ensuring we don''t suffer in Gan Prefecture."


    "Just rest. We''ll set off early tomorrow," Cui Yi responded indifferently, waving them off.


    Nine people, with Xie Yuchan occupying a room alone, the others sharing. Chiying considered offering to step aside but immediately dismissed the idea��it was bad enough being humiliated by others without humiliating herself.


    Even if she lost her standing in Cui Yi''s camp, she couldn''t give up. Chiying clenched her fists, "I''m not alone. I have Yan''er. For her sake, I must persevere."


    Xiao Qiu came to wash up. During this time, Cui Yi remained silent. Once she left, Chiying fed her daughter, putting her to sleep before asking, "Don''t you want to ask something?"


    Chiying glanced at him, "What does Your Highness want me to ask?"


    Cui Yi nodded, saying nothing, sitting on his bed.


    "Alright, why is Miss Xie accompanying us?" Chiying knew he wanted to explain Xie Yuchan''s presence but hoped she would ask.


    At this point, however, it hardly mattered. She could foresee what would happen next.


    Cui Yi clasped his hands, resting his forehead on them, sighing, "When I left the Ancestral Temple, she and Mother were waiting. She said... wherever I go, she will follow, even if I''m no longer a prince or a general."


    Chiying silently smiled, placing her sleeping daughter on the bed, then blew out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.


    "Chiying?" Cui Yi''s voice carried a hint of tension.


    Chiying stood in the dark, watching him without speaking. Cui Yi swallowed, hesitant, prompting Chiying to laugh coldly, "Don''t you want to ask something?"


    Cui Yi paused, understanding her sarcasm, shaking his head, "I don''t want to doubt you."


    Not "won''t," but "don''t want to." Chiying didn''t know how to react to her tragic self.


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    "You won''t betray me, will you?"


    Answering yes would be unbelievable even to herself. Thus, she could only bitterly avoid answering, "Get some rest."


    In the darkness, both lay awake, knowing the other was also awake. Chiying gently stroked her daughter''s face, struggling before finally speaking, "Your Highness."


    Cui Yi responded, sounding very alert.


    "If Lord Xie still wishes to marry his daughter to you, what... do you plan to do?" Ever since Xie Yong suggested passing through Xuancheng, Chiying had felt uneasy. Now, with Xie Yuchan''s presence, her declaration of unwavering loyalty further confirmed her fears. If she were a man, she would be touched.


    But touching emotions often lead to misinterpretations of love. In a time when even blood relations could turn against each other, loyalty was invaluable.


    Cui Yi''s response was vague and empty, "I don''t know. I haven''t thought about it."


    Perhaps he hadn''t thought about it, but it was clear he was deeply affected.


    Instead of not wanting to think about it, Chi Ying said in her heart, the distance between "not marrying" and "not knowing" seemed so close, yet the gap between crossing and not crossing it was huge.


    "Would Your Highness like to hear my thoughts?"


    "Speak."


    Chi Ying took a deep breath and said, "If Your Highness plans to retire into the mountains and stay away from worldly affairs, you can refuse the Xie family. Our little family of three can find a place to settle down, and from then on have no connection with the palace. Although I''ve never done any housework since childhood, I know some needlework and can sew clothes for others to earn some money. If Your Highness is willing to farm, then farm; if not, hunting in the mountains will also allow us to get by."


    On the opposite bed, Cui Yi remained silent, clearly finding it hard to accept the drastic change from being a high-ranking prince to an ordinary citizen.


    "As for the teachers and others, they can only return to their own homes or find new opportunities."


    "If Your Highness is unwilling to retreat just yet..."


    Chi Ying swallowed hard, her voice trembling: "Then marry Miss Xie. Your Highness has been schemed against, wrongfully accused, and even stripped of most of your wealth. In the end, it''s all my fault. From now on, I will be a slave or maid and dare not complain. Or if Your Highness does not want to see me anymore, that''s fine too. I will leave with Xiao Qiu tomorrow, but as for Xian''er��"


    Cui Yi suddenly interrupted her: "Enough."


    Chi Ying fell silent, her expression dim.


    "As long as I am the Wu Prince, you will always be the Wu Princess. There is no need for further discussion. I have my own plans."


    Chi Ying rubbed the corners of her eyes and whispered, "Yes."


    It was a sleepless night.


    The next morning, everyone got up. Cao Qian had already led the eight thousand soldiers appointed by Emperor Jianyuan to wait on the official road. When he learned that the Wangfu carriage had been detained by Changsun Tai, and the women and guests had walked to the inn on foot, he hurriedly hired three more carriages. However, the space was much narrower, and the carriages could only accommodate the masters, while the maids had to squeeze in with the drivers.


    Xie Yuchan pouted, extremely disdainful of the shabby small carriage. Only after her maidservant persuaded her again and again did she reluctantly board the carriage with an air of condescension. Chi Ying didn''t mind and got in with her daughter. Nong Yue let Xiao Qiu serve inside and sat outside with the driver.


    In October, autumn had arrived. In the mountain-surrounded Zizhang City, it wasn''t cold yet, but heading north to Xuanzhou, less than a third of the way, the temperature dropped sharply. Winter coats were taken out early and worn, but sitting in the drafty carriage still made them shiver.


    Xiao Qiu looked at Chi Ying, who was feeding her child with her clothes half-open, and suggested worriedly, "Madam, why don''t we ask someone to light a stove? It''s too cold, and you might get sick."


    Chi Ying smiled without looking up, "There''s no room for a stove in such a small carriage. Don''t worry, Xian''er is like a little heater. Holding her keeps me warm."


    "Madam..." Xiao Qiu felt very uncomfortable seeing her calm demeanor.


    At mealtime, the carriages stopped, and the soldiers started cooking. Cui Yi handed Jinwu to Cao Qian to feed and walked towards the carriage.


    Xie Yuchan happened to come out of her carriage and greeted him with a radiant smile when she saw him approach, "Yingge...". But Cui Yi ignored her and walked straight to Chi Ying''s carriage, lifting the curtain. Both master and servant inside jumped in surprise, and Xiao Qiu patted her chest, "It''s just Your Highness."


    "How?" Cui Yi glanced inside and understood immediately, "Are you cold? You''re wearing too little."


    Chi Ying picked up the baby and switched sides to continue feeding, "It''s okay. This is the thickest coat I have. There''s no wind in the carriage, so it''s fine."


    Cui Yi frowned, looking at her red, frozen hands, "Where''s your sable cloak? Put it on."


    Xiao Qiu lowered her head and whispered, "It was... Master... Lord Changsun detained it..."


    Cui Yi''s eyebrows furrowed, "What? Not even allowing winter clothes? Do they want people to freeze to death?"


    Xiao Qiu trembled under his roar and quickly waved her hands to explain, "No, no, no, Madam''s sable cloak happened to be in one of the three carriages detained by Lord Changsun."


    Changsun Tai detaining the three carriages of the Wu Wangfu at the city gate had been mentioned by Bai Lichan before they left, but Cui Yi usually didn''t care about household matters and hadn''t asked what had been detained. Hearing that Chi Ying''s sable cloak was gone, he remembered this and asked, "What else did he detain? What''s in these three carriages?"


    Although it was an exile, Emperor Jianyuan still symbolically gave him eight thousand soldiers and corresponding provisions, so they hadn''t used the three carriages of the Wangfu much along the way.


    Chi Ying replied, "He detained quite a few banknotes, rice, flour, cured meat, and several pieces of winter clothing."


    Cui Yi nodded, put down the curtain, and ordered, "Nong Yue, go get my black sable coat from the box." Nong Yue went off to fetch it. Cui Yi thought it necessary to check what else was in the box and followed her.


    Nong Yue opened a trunk, took out the black sable coat, and was about to send it to Chi Ying. Cui Yi followed and gestured, "You, give it to the Princess." A nearby soldier received it respectfully and went to deliver it. Cui Yi then asked, "What''s in this carriage?"


    Nong Yue pointed and explained, "These are mostly clothes, shoes, armor, and some relics left by Empress Dowager Xiaoling. The valuables are in the main compartment."


    Cui Yi walked to another carriage and asked, "And here? What''s in here?" Nong Yue followed and answered, "Gold, silver, banknotes, and some precious herbs like deer antler and ginseng."


    The last carriage was the one Chi Ying checked daily. Cui Yi knocked on the boxes, feeling they were full, and asked, "These are your clothes? Why isn''t the sable cloak stored together?"


    Nong Yue hesitated but reported truthfully, "This carriage mostly contains books and some grain. Madam doesn''t have many changes of clothes, but there are plenty of clothes and diapers for the little miss."


    Cui Yi frowned, "Grain is understandable, but why fill a whole carriage with books? They look good but aren''t useful."


    Nong Yue didn''t know how to respond, but fortunately, Cui Yi didn''t pursue it further and turned away.

 banquet

    After traveling for more than half a month, the eight-thousand-strong group reached Xuanzhou. Xie Yong had sent letters to his parents and uncles, and Xie Xiao led the whole family to greet them at the city gate early in the morning. Seeing the person leading the procession riding a bright red Heavenly Horse, they knelt and shouted, "Welcome Your Highness!"


    Cui Yi''s bad mood from the journey dissipated somewhat at this sight. He tried to be friendly and said, "Please rise. Thank you for the trouble, Minister Xie."


    Xie Yong was a prosperous middle-aged man with three chins, indicating Xuanzhou''s wealth.


    Xie Xiao rose respectfully, "Thank you, Your Highness. Please come this way." He waved his hand, and the family stepped aside. Cui Yi entered the city proudly.


    The eight thousand soldiers were temporarily stationed outside the city, while Cui Yi and his ten companions stayed at the governor''s residence.


    "Mother!" Xie Yuchan rushed into her mother Ye Shi''s arms, tears streaming down her face.


    Ye Shi hugged her daughter, rubbing her eyes, "My dear! How thin you''ve become. How could those two useless servants take care of you? My poor girl!"


    The mother and daughter cried in each other''s arms at the gate. Xie Xiao apologized awkwardly, "My wife missed our daughter too much. Please excuse us, Your Highness. Please come inside."


    Cui Yi entered, and Xie Xiao followed closely, explaining, "Your Highness must be tired from the journey. From Xuanzhou to Gan Zhou takes only eleven days. You can rest here for a few days. I''ll prepare provisions and horses before you set off. I''ve arranged the main chamber for you. Lunch will be served later, and I''ll arrange a banquet tonight to welcome you."


    Bai Lichan, walking a few steps behind, coughed softly, pretending to stroke the kitten in his arms, and whispered, "Minister Xie knows how to please, but unfortunately, he failed to discipline his daughter properly."


    Xiao Qiu snorted angrily, "He''s just flattering His Highness and ignoring us. How is that called knowing how to please?"


    Bai Lichan didn''t know how to explain and smiled without speaking. Chi Ying calmly said, "It''s right that he ignores me. His daughter is about to become the princess. Why should he treat a concubine like a servant kindly? Look, even His Highness hasn''t said anything."


    Soon they reached the main chamber. Xie Xiao guided Cui Yi up the steps. As Chi Ying and the others were about to follow, a matron stopped them, "This is where His Highness stays. Follow me." Indeed, Chi Ying was treated like a servant.


    Nong Yue glared, "Doesn''t His Highness need someone to serve him? Does the Xie family separate couples?"


    Ye Shi laughed softly, "I''ve already arranged servants for His Highness. Although the Xie family may not be much, we are proper and respectful. Since Miss Xie is not married yet, she naturally cannot stay with His Highness. Why are you in such a hurry?" Beside her, Xie Yuchan smiled triumphantly at them.


    Xiao Qiu almost wanted to argue, but Chi Ying held her back, "Xiao Qiu, don''t be rude."


    Ye Shi, still attractive despite her age, showed her beauty. Xie Yuchan inherited her appearance, including the contempt in her eyes. "You must be tired from the journey. There''s no need for you to serve here. Go rest."


    Xiao Qiu was still indignant, but Chi Ying pulled her away.


    The matron led them to a servant''s room, which was clean and tidy. Chi Ying wasn''t picky and sat on the bed, massaging her lower back. Carrying Xiao Cui Xian throughout the journey had exhausted her.


    "Why are you afraid of them, Madam! They bully you even though you''re a master. The Xie family is too disrespectful! His Highness promised not to marry that Xie woman. How thick-skinned is this family to keep trying to win His Highness over?" Xiao Qiu stomped angrily.


    Nong Yue, changing Xiao Cui Xian''s diaper, tried to calm her down, "Forget it. Things have changed. Listen to Madam."


    Xiao Qiu pouted, "Madam, you are His Highness'' wife. How can you let the Xie family bully you? If we bow our heads today, we''ll never lift them again."


    Chi Ying smiled bitterly, "Do you think I want to be disrespected? We''re under their roof, and I can''t help but bow my head. His Highness is going through a tough time, and I can''t do much to help. Even worse, I''m dragging him down. Since His Highness won''t submit, marrying Miss Xie is inevitable."


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    Xiao Qiu was shocked, "What? His Highness agreed to marry that woman? How could he?"


    Chi Ying shushed her, "Keep your voice down. We''re in the Xie family''s house."


    Nong Yue finished changing the diaper and went to fetch water. Xiao Qiu calmed down and began massaging Chi Ying''s shoulders, "Madam, is it true that His Highness will marry Miss Xie?"


    When Xiao Qiu called her "Madam," it meant she was speaking as her personal maid rather than a servant of the Wangfu. Chi Ying knew Xiao Qiu had always been loyal and protective, and she couldn''t bear to say anything harsh.


    Chi Ying sighed, "His Highness didn''t mention it. I suggested it myself. Half of the court officials support the Crown Prince. My father sacrificed my happiness to cling to the Crown Prince. Now even the emperor is helping the Crown Prince to suppress His Highness. Life is unfair. Even if you don''t fight, you still become a thorn in others'' sides."


    Xiao Qiu argued, "Everyone else is abandoning His Highness. You should support him. Aren''t husband and wife supposed to be one?"


    Chi Ying smiled again and sighed, "Just my support isn''t enough. Gan Zhou is desolate, and food is scarce. The most important thing is grain. Right now, only the Xie family can help His Highness."


    Xiao Qiu nodded, understanding vaguely. She asked worriedly, "Does this mean we''ll have to live under Miss Xie''s shadow forever?"


    Chi Ying turned around and held her hand, "Xiao Qiu, you''ve been with me for so long. Though we are mistress and maid, I''ve always seen you as my sister. Look at my situation now. My parents abandoned me, and my husband is marrying another woman. Every day will be a struggle. Living under Miss Xie''s control will be the least of my worries. I think it''s better to find a decent family in Xuanzhou to marry you, so you won''t suffer with me in Gan Zhou."


    "Madam!" Xiao Qiu''s eyes welled up with tears, "I don''t want to leave you. I want to serve you for life! No matter how much hardship, I''ll endure it with you!"


    "Xiao Qiu..." Chi Ying felt a lump in her throat and hugged her tightly.


    Nong Yue brought hot water and saw the two hugging, feeling sad. She forced a smile, wrung out a hot towel, and handed it to Chi Ying, "Madam, don''t be sad. Wash your face and rest. You''ve been carrying the little miss in the carriage all day. You must look presentable for the banquet tonight."


    Chi Ying agreed and washed her face and hands. She lay down, and Xiao Qiu covered her with a quilt. Then, they both went to the outer room to rest.


    All three were exhausted from the journey and slept through lunch. When Chi Ying woke up to her daughter''s crying, it was nearly late afternoon, and her stomach growled. She had no milk for the baby and couldn''t rely on a wet nurse. She had to get up and eat the cold food.


    The food was cold and unappetizing. Chi Ying wanted to call someone to reheat it, but the servants mocked her. An old woman doing needlework sneered, "Wangfu servants think they''re special? Reheat your own food if you want to eat."


    Chi Ying clenched her teeth, took a few deep breaths, and restrained herself. She returned to the room, intending to wake Xiao Qiu or Nong Yue, but seeing them sleeping soundly, she decided not to disturb them. She ate the cold, hard rice and vegetables alone.


    The dishes were barely edible. The meat was tough, and the soup was greasy. The only decent dish was tofu, but it was cold. Chi Ying forced herself to eat, knowing she needed energy to feed her daughter.


    Nong Yue and Xiao Qiu woke up at dusk. Chi Ying had changed into clean clothes and waited for someone to call them to the banquet. She thought dinner would be better than lunch, but it turned out the banquet didn''t involve them. Xie Xiao had invited only Cui Yi.


    Nong Yue fetched food from the kitchen and encountered Bai Lichan, who had only three steamed buns and a plate of dark pickles. He joked, "I have to retract my earlier statement. Xiao Qiu was right. Xie Xiao doesn''t know how to please. At least my cat gets fish."


    Nong Yue brought back two dishes and a bowl of soup, which wasn''t enough. Bai Lichan shared one bun and got half a bowl of soup in return.


    Chi Ying realized this wasn''t because Xie Xiao didn''t know how to please but because Xie Yuchan instructed the servants to mistreat them. Poor Bai Lichan, who hadn''t offended anyone, suffered with them.


    They ate a half-full meal and were hungry again before dark. Xiao Qiu tried to get more food but returned empty-handed and dirty.


    "Madam can''t go hungry like this. What will the little miss eat at night?" Nong Yue was worried.


    At that moment, there was a knock on the door.


    In her panic, the robe slipped off her shoulders. The cold of October made her sneeze violently. Cui Yi shouted loudly, "Bring the sable coat!" Nong Yue came forward with the coat, and Cui Yi personally draped it over Chi Ying. A warm feeling welled up in Chi Ying��s heart. Rubbing her itchy nose, she smiled and said, "I��m fine now. Didn��t you remember what I said before? We must not offend the Xie family at this moment. It��s just a few days of hardship; we can endure it. There��s still a long way to go, and we shouldn��t be too particular."


    Cui Yi''s face turned extremely ugly. "Am I nothing without the Xie family?"


    Chi Ying sat beside him at the table and gently persuaded, "Your Highness, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook a meal without rice. Even if you are a war god, you cannot fight on an empty stomach. After this incident, even my own father sided with outsiders to kick us when we''re down. The Xie family is still willing to support you, which is very precious. Regardless of what Xie Xiao has in mind, wouldn''t you grab the only straw at hand when you��re drowning?"


    Cui Yi snorted heavily, still unwilling to give in. "Once we take control of the local taxes in Ganzhou, how could we worry about food? I��ve made up my mind. Tomorrow morning, I will set out."


    "Ah!" Chi Ying tried to stop him again, but Cui Yi shook her off and left.


    Xiao Qiu anxiously said, "Your Ladyship... His Highness is right. Why do we have to rely on the Xie family? At worst, we won��t live as luxuriously as before, but we can still eat and dress warmly, can��t we?"


    Chi Ying smiled bitterly. "Eat and dress warmly? Eat the northwest wind and wear thatch skirts? Do you think the emperor will provide enough food for us to reach Ganzhou? If His Highness doesn��t plunder along the way, how would the Crown Prince have another chance to step on us?"


    The truth was once again hit by Chi Ying. Early the next morning, Cui Yi went to the army camp outside the city and asked Cao Qian about the remaining food supplies. Cao Qian hesitated and said, "To be honest, Your Highness, the remaining food might last less than three days."


    Cui Yi felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "How could it run out so quickly?"


    Cao Qian complained endlessly, "It��s cold, and we��ve been marching continuously. The soldiers need energy."


    Cui Yi��s eyes were filled with stars, and he stood there speechless for a long time. "The consumption of food is actually similar to previous expeditions. It��s just..."


    "What?" Cui Yi asked coldly.


    Cao Qian bowed his head extremely low and said helplessly, "The grain allocated by the Ministry of War is less than seventy percent of what we used to get. General Dai almost quarreled with them, but the final document still showed such a small amount."


    Cui Yi gasped, turned around, and left. Cao Qian was shocked. "Where are you going, Your Highness?" "To find food!"


    Cui Yi rode back to the governor��s mansion and rushed straight to Chi Ying��s courtyard. As soon as he entered, he asked, "How much silver notes did we bring?"


    Chi Ying was eating breakfast and was startled by him, nearly choking. Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, she said, "We brought everything we could. The imperial decree came so suddenly that most of our wealth was in cash, and we couldn��t immediately exchange it..."


    "How much exactly?!" Cui Yi was almost driven mad.


    "...Less than one hundred thousand."


    One hundred thousand taels of silver��during the Jianyuan period of the Great Chu, a dou (unit of measurement) of rice cost about forty coins. Calculating, it seemed enough for eight thousand people to eat for five years. However, this was all the property of the Wu Wangfu. How could it all be converted into rice? Recruiting soldiers and purchasing weapons required money. Food was just one part of living expenses. After deducting other costs, the remaining silver would only be enough for less than half a year.


    Even if they bought all the rice, who would sell it to them? Ganzhou was desolate, and the locals barely had enough to eat themselves. Xuanzhou was rich in fish and rice, but its trade was controlled by the Xie family. With the Xie family against them, who would sell them food? Even if they did, they would surely raise prices and extort them.

 capital

    Cui Yi finally understood what it meant to be a hero in despair. Without food, how could they fight? Without money, how could they buy rice?


    "Why didn��t you bring more cash?!" Cui Yi was almost in tears.


    Chi Ying sighed, "Your Highness, we were raided. No matter how much we gathered, it would be confiscated when leaving the city."


    Cui Yi felt choked up, unable to spit it out or swallow it. After a long struggle, he forced out a sentence, "Only three carts were allowed. Why didn��t you bring the one with more money?"


    Chi Ying explained, "The three carts I brought were the most important things: your clothes and armor, gold and medicine, books, and seeds for next year..."


    "Now that we don��t have enough to eat, you��re still thinking about next year!" Cui Yi exploded like a powder keg. "Now the entire army is starving, and your seeds can��t turn into food instantly!"


    Chi Ying fell silent, lowered her head, and let him vent.


    Cui Yi was furious, directing all his anger at her. "And books! What are you bringing books for? Can you find gold or food in books? When everyone has no food to eat, are you going to feed them books?"


    Although Cui Yi had lost his temper before, it was always directed at others. This was the first time he unleashed his fury on her without reservation. The two maidservants were terrified and dared not intervene. Chi Ying remained calm, neither crying nor arguing, as if she had anticipated this day.


    It takes two to tango. Seeing no response from her after his rant, Cui Yi became even angrier. He swept the porridge bowl off the table, causing it to shatter on the floor with a loud clang.


    Chi Ying quietly put down her chopsticks. Cui Yi kicked the door open and left in a huff.


    "Your Ladyship..." Xiao Qiu trembled as she called her.


    Last night, after Cui Yi left, a maid from the Xie family brought some midnight snacks. The dishes were indeed richer, but anyone could see they were leftovers from the welcoming banquet. Although Cui Yi wanted to ensure they had enough to eat, he couldn��t supervise the kitchen to prepare and deliver the meals.


    However, within one night, the caring husband turned into a raging beast, blaming her for their hunger. Chi Ying wanted to tell him that even with money, they couldn��t buy food, but she decided against it.


    Nong Yue bent down to pick up the shards. "I��ll get another bowl of porridge."


    Chi Ying stood up indifferently. "No need. I��m not hungry." She turned toward the inner room. "I��m still tired. Don��t disturb me."


    The two maidservants silently agreed and cleaned up the mess. Nong Yue fetched a bowl of plain rice porridge and placed it on the outer table for Chi Ying to eat later. From inside, she heard suppressed, faint sobbing.


    Chi Ying lay in bed, pulling the blanket high. If not careful, one might think she was sleeping.


    Nong Yue sighed silently, deciding not to enter. She left the porridge on the table, waiting for her to wake up and eat.


    No matter how strong and resilient she was, she was still just a sixteen-year-old girl. Abandoned by her parents, enduring contempt and humiliation, even her husband, her only support, treated her as a scapegoat. Anyone would cry.


    Lunch was still insufficient, and Cui Yi didn��t come to check on them. After crying in the morning, Chi Ying felt slightly relieved but still looked depressed. She spent most of her time holding her daughter, Cui Xian, staring blankly.


    Before dinner, Xie Yong visited, offering condolences and expressing regret for the poor hospitality. Chi Ying guessed his purpose but didn��t point it out. After some pleasantries, Xie Yong finally got to the point. "My father discussed Xie Yuchan��s wedding with His Highness this afternoon. It��s scheduled for the first day of next month."


    Chi Ying nodded. "I understand."


    Xie Yong looked puzzled. "Your Ladyship... Don��t you have anything else to say?"


    Chi Ying thought for a moment and asked, "Didn��t I treat you well in the capital? Why am I treated so poorly now as a guest in your home?"


    Xie Yong looked extremely embarrassed, apologized profusely, and promised to solve the problem. That night, dinner was somewhat better.


    During the half-month stay at the Xie family residence, it was perhaps the darkest period of Chi Ying��s life. She was often hungry, cold, and restless, facing contempt everywhere.


    The entire Xie family was busy preparing for the wedding of their eldest daughter. Despite Cui Yi being demoted, his reputation as a war god was undeniable. Who could guarantee he wouldn��t rise again? Xie Xiao spared no expense on the wedding, renovating the entire house and hiring tailors to make new clothes for the bride and groom, as well as the servants involved in the ceremony, aiming for a royal wedding atmosphere.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    On the wedding day, Chi Ying was called to Xie Yuchan��s boudoir to assist.


    Xie Yuchan, naturally beautiful and achieving her wish, smiled broadly from the moment she woke up. Her radiant face contrasted sharply with Chi Ying��s weary appearance.


    "Oh, you��re here," the bride sat in front of the mirror while the matchmaker applied makeup. Catching sight of Chi Ying entering, she said sarcastically, "Who said His Highness wouldn��t marry me? Now, how does it look? Brother Yingrong will soon become my husband, and certain people won��t be able to act arrogantly anymore."


    The maidservants, loyal to their mistress, chimed in. One praised, "Miss and His Highness are a perfect match, destined to be together. Who else deserves to be His Highness��s consort besides Miss?"


    Another added, "Exactly. Our Miss is the most beautiful lady. His Highness would naturally prefer someone like Miss rather than those plain-looking women."


    Standing by the door, Chi Ying remained silent. Xie Yuchan, unsatisfied, pointedly called out, "Changsun Zhiying."


    Chi Ying responded calmly, "What does Your Highness wish?"


    Xie Yuchan hummed arrogantly, stood up, spread her arms, and asked, "Does my gown look good? Compared to when you entered as a concubine, who looks better?"


    Chi Ying glanced at her and replied, "If the best tailor in Xuanzhou makes a gown, then there��s no unattractive gown in the world. Naturally, Your Highness looks better."


    Xie Yuchan didn��t catch the sarcasm and was pleased with Chi Ying��s submissive demeanor. Smiling triumphantly, she returned to the mirror for the finishing touches.


    Chi Ying took a deep breath, focusing on standing quietly outside.


    The wedding procession was grand, and the marriage ceremony solemn, but none of it mattered to Chi Ying. She walked beside the bridal sedan, watching Cui Yi ride on Jinwu, adorned with red flowers, scattering osmanthus petals. The festive noise overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was in someone else��s dream.


    From initially planning Cui Yi��s marriage to witnessing him becoming someone else��s groom, Chi Ying felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. In her past life, Cui Jie had many concubines, yet she never felt jealous, taking pride in her virtue. But now, reflecting on it, she realized how foolish she had been. Without love, jealousy wouldn��t exist.


    Initially, she aimed to protect her parents, but inadvertently, Cui Yi became her top priority. For his sake, she could even persuade him to accept the Xie family and Xie Yuchan, despite knowing it hurt both of them.


    The Xie family��s influence in Xuanzhou was vast, with relatives and friends everywhere. Hundreds of tables were set up in the courtyard, and there was even a continuous feast at the entrance. Everyone in the city could enjoy free wine and food, truly a citywide celebration.


    Cao Qian, as a trusted aide, also attended the event, shielding Cui Yi from excessive drinking. Returning from the restroom, he encountered Chi Ying and Xiao Qiu and stopped to greet them. "Your Ladyship."


    Chi Ying smiled slightly. "Thank you for your hard work, General Cao."


    Cao Qian, already half-drunk, said, "It��s my duty, but His Highness... is unhappy. He drinks every toast offered, ignoring everything else. Your Ladyship shouldn��t oppose His Highness. These days, he hasn��t smiled once. If not for you and Miss, His Highness wouldn��t have bowed to the Xie family."


    Chi Ying nodded. "I know. Please advise His Highness to drink less. Excessive drinking harms health."


    "Yes." Cao Qian staggered back.


    After Cao Qian left, Chi Ying stood motionless. Xiao Qiu, with tears in her voice, tugged at her arm. "Lady, if you��re sad, cry it out. It will make you feel better."


    Chi Ying smiled and touched her face. "Silly girl, I can��t cry. Not for Cui Xian��s sake."


    She couldn��t cry, couldn��t bow down. No matter how difficult, it couldn��t be worse than being burned alive in the cold palace in her previous life. Humbling herself was a necessity. As long as Cui Yi still cared for her, she had hope for a comeback.


    The celebration lasted until midnight, with guests gradually dispersing. Several servants carried the drunken Cui Yi back to the main chamber. Xie Yuchan, impatiently waiting, rushed out upon hearing him enter, only to find him sound asleep, impossible to wake.


    Xie Yuchan, frustrated, ordered the maidservants to fetch Chi Ying. "Longsun Zhiying."


    Chi Ying glanced at the unconscious Cui Yi and ignored him, asking, "Why did Your Highness call me?"


    Xie Yuchan defiantly put her hands on her hips. "His Highness is drunk. How can we consummate our marriage? Wake him up and sober him up, or you��ll stand here all night."


    Chi Ying smirked mockingly. "His Highness is drunk? Does he not know tonight is the wedding night? Ha ha!"


    "You!" Xie Yuchan was speechless with rage and slapped Chi Ying across the face, drawing blood. Chi Ying stumbled, nearly deafened by the ringing in her ears.


    Xie Yuchan yelled angrily, "You dare to mock me? Who do you think you are? You dared to laugh at me! His Highness only has eyes for me. You, a traitor, have no right to mock me!"


    Chi Ying held her face, sensing something from Xie Yuchan��s words.


    "Treason?"


    Xie Yuchan glared fiercely. "Still pretending? You married His Highness to collaborate with your sister, the Crown Princess, to destroy him. Don��t think I don��t know. A few days ago, my cousin shot down a pigeon you sent. The letter revealed your treachery. By suggesting the soldiers plant crops, the emperor suspected His Highness of rebellion, leading to his exile to Ganzhou. Now you want to gain favor with the Crown Prince? Filthy traitor!"


    Chi Ying gasped. Someone intercepted her secret message? Another plot by Shan Jian? To completely alienate her from Cui Yi��s camp. How would Bai Lichang and Yang Qiong react, seeing her as a traitor? Would they leave, believing Cui Yi incompetent?


    Although she realized the unnaturalness of the early morning events during the assassination attempt��this October, Emperor Jianyuan hadn��t planned any maple-viewing activities��it was a premeditated scheme to frame Cui Yi. She thought it was due to Cui Yi��s long-held military power, but now she understood the deeper motive. Emperor Jianyuan feared Cui Yi��s stockpiling of food for rebellion!


    So that��s how it was! Chi Ying almost laughed aloud. What a cunning plan by Cui Jie and Shan Jian. Poor Emperor Jianyuan, mistaking his eldest son for a wolf in sheep��s clothing, aiding him in suppressing Cui Yi.


    Talk about having a stepmother and a stepfather! She truly experienced it firsthand!


    Cui Yi remained deeply asleep, and Chi Ying had to stand outside. Watching the lights go out, the maidservants left one by one, each casting contemptuous glances at her.


    The November night was bitterly cold. Standing in the courtyard without her sable coat, Chi Ying shivered uncontrollably, her breath forming white clouds that lingered. Touching her body, she felt nothing but icy coldness. Shivering uncontrollably, her legs eventually became numb and immobile.


    Just when she thought she��d freeze to death, the door unexpectedly opened. Cui Yi, wrapped in a red silk robe, stepped out.


    Seeing her standing in the cold wind, Cui Yi was initially surprised, then realized it must be Xie Yuchan��s doing. Sighing, he descended the steps and approached her.


    Chi Ying forced a smile. "Why are you awake now, Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi reached out to embrace her, but Chi Ying retreated, tripping and falling to the ground.


    "These past fifteen days, I��ve thought a lot," Cui Yi lowered his hand, not helping her up, speaking unusually calmly. "Since Mother passed away, I��ve kept retreating and tolerating, but now I have nowhere to retreat. As long as I live, the Crown Prince won��t stop."


    Cui Yi continued, "I��ve changed my mind. I am the legitimate eldest son. I want this empire and that throne. No matter the cost, I will sit on it and make those who have wronged me pay."


    On the second day of their marriage, Cui Yi left early for the military camp. Xie Xiao and Lady Ye came to see their daughter and were anxious upon learning that the couple had not consummated their marriage. They blamed the guests from last night who had gotten the groom drunk.


    Lady Ye held her daughter''s hand and whispered, "Having children is crucial. Don''t delay any longer. Fortunately, the concubine''s first child was a girl. Yuchan, you must quickly consummate your marriage with the prince and give birth to an heir as soon as possible. Only then will our Xie family have a future."


    Xie Xiao stroked his beard worriedly, "I fear that Changsun Chiyin is still favored by the prince. He is staying in Xuanzhou now, living in our house, so you can still keep them apart. Once the army moves to Ganzhou, it will be out of our control whether the prince favors or neglects whom."


    Lady Ye also looked worried, "The prince didn''t react much when he heard about Changsun Chiyin''s betrayal. Does he really like her that much? In terms of appearance, manners, and family background, where does our Yuchan fall short compared to that girl? What is the prince thinking?"


    Xie Yuchan sneered, "That fox-like woman must be good at seducing men, making Yingrong brother lose his soul..."


    Xie Xiao angrily rebuked, "Nonsense! Who taught you to say such things? You are supposed to be a lady!" Xie Yuchan fell silent out of fear, but Lady Ye did not seem to mind, "Yuchan is right. Why don''t we find some experts to teach our daughter a few tricks?"

 Our mistress wants you to come with us

    "Shut up! The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets! Is this something you should be discussing? Have you no shame?" Xie Xiao became even angrier when his wife agreed.


    Lady Ye pouted reluctantly, "Since we can''t go down that path, we need to focus on Changsun Chiyin. We could give her a bowl of safflower tea to make her infertile, or disfigure her face so that the prince finds her repulsive. Or we could..."


    As she continued to list malicious plans, a maid announced that Master Xie Yong had arrived. Xie Xiao scolded, "Shut up! You''re embarrassing us."


    Xie Yong entered and greeted them before saying, "Father, I''ve taken care of Mr. Luo. I dared not send the provisions immediately and came to ask about the situation. Last night..." Seeing the awkward expressions on Lady Ye and his sister, he understood, "We''ll hold off on sending the provisions until the prince comes to you for them."


    Xie Xiao nodded approvingly, "Well done. Although the prince is still the prince, here in Xuanzhou, he has to listen to us. As long as we withhold the food supplies, he will eventually consummate his marriage with Yuchan. Otherwise, his eight thousand soldiers will starve to death."


    Lady Ye felt bitter hearing her husband praise Xie Yong, "Master Yong is indeed clever. But what about Changsun Chiyin? Do you have any plans to deal with her?"


    Xie Yong, accustomed to his stepmother''s sarcasm, remained calm, "Stepmother arranged for the prince and Changsun Chiyin to sleep separately, which has already upset him. If we do anything under his nose, even if he doesn''t retaliate now, he will surely take it out on Yuchan once we reach Ganzhou. By then, Father and Stepmother won''t be able to help, and it will only backfire."


    "So you''re saying there''s nothing we can do?" Lady Ye protested.


    "There are ways, but I doubt Stepmother can handle them."


    Lady Ye rolled her eyes, "Yuchan is my beloved daughter. For her sake, what wouldn''t I do? Tell me."


    Xie Yong bowed, "If Stepmother insists, then we just need to follow this plan..."


    After lunch, Chiyin bathed her daughter, wrapped her tightly in swaddling clothes, and placed her on an old quilt. She used a cloth tiger sewn by Xiaqiu to entertain her. Little Cui Xian, only four months old, couldn''t crawl yet but would turn her head to follow her mother''s voice and movements. She especially loved the cloth tiger and always laughed happily when Chiyin played with her.


    Moyue took the dishes to the kitchen, and Xiaqiu went to wash diapers in the next courtyard. Chiyin was alone with her daughter when a servant entered, followed by four or five strong-looking maidservants, "Our mistress wants you to come with us."


    Chiyin looked at them suspiciously. Living in the Xie household for so long, Lady Ye had never summoned her. What was happening today?


    "Why does Lady Ye want to see me?" she asked.


    The servant ignored her question, "Stop asking so many questions and get out of bed. Do you want us to carry you?"


    The tone was menacing, and Chiyin sensed something bad was coming. "I''ll come shortly," she said, hoping to wait for Xiaqiu or Moyue to return to watch over her child. She dared not leave her daughter alone.


    The servant grew angry, "The mistress wants you now. Stop stalling!" With a nod, the maidservants rushed forward, dragging Chiyin off the bed.


    "What are you doing? Let me go!" Chiyin struggled fiercely, but one maid twisted her waist, causing her to nearly kick over the charcoal stove.


    The servant walked to the bed, picked up the swaddled baby, and Chiyin turned pale, "Don''t touch my child!"


    "If you cooperate, I won''t hurt her," the servant sneered, holding the swaddling above the stove. "If you don''t, I''ll throw her into the fire."


    Chiyin almost collapsed, gasping for breath. Weakly, she pleaded, "Don''t hurt her. I''ll go with you. I''ll go!"


    Satisfied, the servant carried the baby out, "Take her. Let''s go."


    With her daughter in their hands, Chiyin had no choice but to comply. She was dragged to the courtyard where Lady Ye lived. Just as she was about to step through the threshold, a maid pushed her from behind, causing her to fall hard onto the ground.


    Lady Ye sat on a couch, setting down her teacup and taking the baby from the servant. She peeled back the swaddling and traced the infant''s cheek with her red nails, "This little face is pretty. Who knows who she''ll seduce when she grows up."


    Chiyin was furious, "Little Xian is just a baby. Why speak so cruelly, Lady Ye? Even though I''m not from a noble family, Little Xian is the prince''s child and the emperor''s granddaughter. If you look down on me, fine, but do you dare disrespect the emperor?"


    Lady Ye hadn''t expected such a sharp retort and struggled to respond, "You��" She wanted to throw the swaddling down but remembered Xie Yong''s plan and restrained herself. "You really care for her. It''s true that women become strong for their children. We''re alike in that way."


    "No, we''re not!" Chiyin thought angrily.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    "I called you here for a simple reason," Lady Ye traced the baby''s cheek with her nails, making Chiyin tremble, "I want you to leave the prince, as far away as possible."


    Chiyin struggled against the maidservants, "Jealousy is a vice. Haven''t you learned proper behavior? To monopolize the prince''s affection, you resort to such threats? Do you think he''ll favor your daughter if you drive me away?"


    Lady Ye laughed arrogantly, "Do you think the prince will love you forever? Better to cherish those near you. Yuchan is the one who will stay with him for life. You''re just a wildflower by the roadside. How long can you last?"


    Chiyin laughed bitterly, "Without me, there will be others. Can you guard against all the girls in the world? If the prince liked your daughter, I wouldn''t be here. Why should I endure looking at your hideous face?"


    Lady Ye was enraged, shaking violently. "Shut up! Shut up! Your sharp tongue won''t save you! You must leave today, or I''ll strangle this girl in front of you!" She squeezed the baby''s neck, making her cry loudly.


    "Don''t hurt my child!" Chiyin struggled desperately, "I agree! I''ll leave! Please let her go!"


    Satisfied, Lady Ye released the baby and ordered, "Bring ink and paper."


    Two servants brought a low table, and a maid set up ink and paper. Chiyin knelt on the floor, numbly asking, "What do you want me to write?"


    "Write a letter to the prince, saying you married him as an inside agent and now that your mission is complete, you no longer need to stay."


    Chiyin knelt before the table, and the maid forced a pen into her trembling hand. The sound of her daughter''s cries pierced her heart. Finally, she wrote eight lines of poetry. The maid presented the letter to Lady Ye, who read it and found it satisfactory. She sealed the letter and sent it to the main hall.


    Chiyin remained on the floor as Lady Ye pretended to be compassionate, "You look pitiful. I''m not heartless. Here''s thirty taels of silver and some food and necessities. Take them. A carriage will take you and your daughter out of town."


    "Should I thank you?" Chiyin asked sarcastically.


    Lady Ye handed the crying baby back to Chiyin, who hugged her tightly, whispering, "Be good, Xian. Mama will take you away. No one will bully you anymore."


    Outside the Xie mansion, a carriage awaited. Chiyin climbed in with her daughter, and the coachman drove them toward an uncertain future.


    In the evening, Cui Yi returned from the military camp and saw the letter Chiyin left. He vomited blood and fainted, frightening Xie Yuchan and the maidservants. They hurriedly put him to bed and sent for doctors, causing chaos.


    Xiaqiu and Moyue returned to their room and felt uneasy upon finding it empty. Hearing that the prince had fainted after reading the letter, they suspected something terrible had happened. They tried to visit the main hall but were stopped. They decided to seek advice from Baili Zan.


    "Madam is missing?" Baili Zan was shocked, "How could she be missing? Didn''t you live together?"


    Xiaqiu tearfully explained, "I went to wash diapers, and Moyue went to the kitchen. We were only gone for a short while. When we returned, Madam and the baby were gone. No one knew where they went."


    Baili Zan frowned, "Did the Xie family take her? Xie Xiao wouldn''t be so foolish. If anything happens to Madam, the prince won''t spare him."


    Moyue paced anxiously, "Now the prince is ill, and we can''t see him. What should we do?"


    Baili Zan thought for a moment, "Let me see the prince. We need to understand the situation first."


    "But the Xie family won''t let us see him!" Xiaqiu reminded him.


    Baili Zan smiled confidently, "Don''t worry. I''ll find a way."


    The two maidservants reluctantly agreed to wait while Baili Zan went to the main hall. The guards refused to let him in, but he calmly explained, "The prince had a serious illness last year in the capital. Although treated by famous doctors, he hasn''t fully recovered. This condition is rare, and ordinary doctors might not know how to treat it. I need to see him to ensure it''s not a relapse."


    The guard hesitated but allowed him to enter. Inside, the prince lay pale and weak. Baili Zan approached and asked, "Your Highness, what''s wrong?"


    Before Cui Yi could answer, Xie Yong handed him the letter, "See for yourself."


    Baili Zan read the messy handwriting and recognized Chiyin''s script.


    The letter said:


    I am a noblewoman who once loved the prince.


    But my heart was never truly his; I hid a knife behind my smile.


    Now my mission is complete, and our love fades away.


    Meeting again will only bring sorrow and regret.


    Baili Zan''s eyes widened, "Did Madam write this?"


    "She certainly did!" Xie Yuchan sobbed, "How could Yingrong brother trust someone like her? She betrayed him and left him when he was down. How could she be so heartless?"


    Baili Zan turned to Xie Yuchan, "Was the prince alone when he read the letter? Can you describe what happened?"


    Xie Yuchan wiped her tears, "When Yingrong brother read the letter, he vomited blood and fainted. I was terrified. If anything happens to him, I won''t live either." She started crying again.


    Baili Zan nodded understandingly and addressed the others, "The prince''s condition is due to extreme emotional distress. He needs peace and quiet to recover. Only one or two maidservants should attend to him. Too many people will disturb him."


    Lady Ye hesitated, "Would two maidservants be enough?"


    "Just do as I suggest," Cui Yi sighed, "Follow Mr. Baili''s instructions."


    Xie Yuchan agreed, "Yingrong brother''s health is most important. Let''s do as suggested."


    Xie Xiao considered and nodded, "If His Highness thinks it''s best, we''ll do it." He dismissed everyone, including the doctors.


    Xie Yong watched Baili Zan thoughtfully, "I didn''t know you were skilled in medicine."


    Baili Zan smiled, "I learned a few tricks from Mrs. Cheng. It''s good to have a trusted doctor when traveling."


    Xie Yong looked grim but didn''t press further. After Xie Yuchan urged him, he left.


    Clearing most of the main hall, Baili Zan made excuses to dismiss the remaining maidservants and spoke privately to the prince, "Your Highness, Madam was forced to write this letter. The Xie family must have pressured her."


    Cui Yi looked despondent, "How do you know?"


    "Look at the first character of each line," Baili Zan showed him the letter. Cui Yi scanned it and his expression changed. Before he could speak, Xie Yuchan returned, and he changed his words, "Can you cure me?"


    Xie Yuchan was startled, "Of course you can be cured! You''ll be fine!"


    Cui Yi ignored her and focused on Baili Zan, who replied, "Your condition isn''t incurable, but treating the symptoms without addressing the root cause may lead to recurrence. The most important ingredient is very rare. You must be patient."


    Xie Yuchan eagerly asked, "What is it? Where can we find it?"


    Baili Zan looked at her, "The umbilical cord blood of a newborn girl born between the hours of 7 PM and 11 PM on the day of Lesser Fullness (Xiaoman). Do you have such a thing?"


    Xie Yuchan was speechless, "Is there such a medicine?"


    Cui Yi helped cover the lie, "Mrs. Cheng is a disciple of a divine doctor. If she says it exists, it must. We''ll find it eventually."


    His voice was filled with bitterness. As a father, he remembered his daughter Cui Xian was born on May 22nd during the hour of Hai. Baili Zan''s words confirmed that both Chiyin and Cui Xian had been driven away.


    In the vast world, searching for Chiyin and Cui Xian seemed impossible. Cui Yi sank into despair. Meanwhile, Chiyin and her daughter had been driven hundreds of miles away by the Xie family''s carriage.


    The carriage raced along the road, and Chiyin, unfamiliar with the northern terrain, felt lost. Several times she tried to talk to the driver but was ignored.


    Night fell, and there was no sign of a town ahead. Chiyin grew anxious. Were the Xie family planning to kill her in a remote place?


    To confirm her fears, the carriage veered off the main road onto a bumpy path. Chiyin gathered her courage and asked the driver to stop so she could relieve herself. She tied the baby to her chest and got out of the carriage, pretending to look for a suitable spot.


    The driver followed closely. Chiyin turned and snapped, "Why are you following me?"


    "The master told me to take you out of Xuanzhou and dispose of you quietly," the driver grinned wickedly, "If you don''t want to die, lie down and satisfy me, and I''ll let you go."


    Chiyin was horrified and ran, but the driver chased after her, "Trying to escape? Not so easy!"


    Miss Jin, one was a crude and vulgar man who sold his strength to make a living. His pace could not be compared with hers at all. Moreover, Miss Chi was holding a child in her arms and was in a state of extreme panic. Her steps were wobbly, and she couldn''t run fast no matter how hard she tried. As the coachman got closer and closer, she screamed in desperation: "Help! Is there anyone? Save me!"


    The whistling wind carried her cries for help far away, but there was no response.


    The coachman caught up with three steps in one stride, grabbing her shoulder. Miss Chi tripped and fell, tearing her clothes, exposing her white jade-like shoulder to the cold wind, instantly covered with goosebumps.


    "Help! Save me!" Miss Chi cried out desperately while struggling to push the man off her. The coachman only needed one hand to subdue her, using the other to undo his belt, leering: "This place is deserted; you might as well let me have my way. Hehe, the daughter of an official''s family really smells good." He leaned in close.


    Miss Chi was protecting the child in her arms and couldn''t break free. Seeing that disgusting face getting closer and closer, she almost fainted from fear.


    At this moment, she saw a black shadow dart across the night sky. Then, a flash of white light appeared, accompanied by the faint sound of a weapon being drawn. The coachman''s lecherous laughter stopped abruptly, his expression frozen on his face as his head flew off with it.


    The hot blood spurted over her, scaring Miss Chi into a daze.

 Are you all just idling?

    Xiao Cuiyan had woken up crying when her mother fell, and now, stimulated by the smell of blood, she cried even louder. Miss Chi, however, was so frightened that she sat on the ground, seemingly deaf to her daughter''s cries.


    In the moonlight, she saw a tall man standing in front of her, wearing a headscarf typical of the ethnic minorities from beyond the Great Wall. His face was indistinct, but his green eyes stared at her coldly like those of a wolf.


    The man''s curved sword was still dripping blood. He tossed the headless coachman aside and began to take off his coat.


    Miss Chi was startled again and crawled backward on all fours. Before she could crawl far, a warm robe fell over her head. The man said in a cold voice, "Get up, follow me."


    So that wasn''t what he meant... Miss Chi sighed in relief, feeling weak all over.


    The man urged impatiently, "Hurry up."


    If this tone came from someone else, Miss Chi would have said he didn''t know how to cherish beauty, but after narrowly escaping r*p*, his lack of tenderness made her feel fortunate. He must have known she didn''t want to be touched by strangers right now and therefore didn''t reach out to help her.


    "Thank you, Sir, for saving my life." Miss Chi stood up shakily, wrapped in his robe, and followed him toward the carriage.


    The man wiped his curved sword with his sleeve and put it back in its sheath, then lifted his chin: "Get in the carriage."


    He was even more concise than a certain prince. Miss Chi dared not say much and obediently climbed back into the carriage. The man sat on the driver''s seat, flicked the reins, and the horse continued forward.


    Where was he taking her? After finally calming down Xiao Cuiyan, Miss Chi worriedly lifted the curtain and looked outside. She saw dozens of half-circle tents gathered on the open and flat land ahead, with orange-yellow lights shining. She understood��this was a nomadic tribe of the northern steppe people.


    The appearance of the carriage caused a commotion among the young nomads patrolling the perimeter. The man who saved Miss Chi shouted something to them, and they all quieted down, placing their right hands on their chests and bowing to him.


    The man lifted the curtain, and Miss Chi hesitantly stuck her head out, feeling countless curious gazes examining her, as if she were on a stage.


    A girl in a red robe ran out from the tent cluster, chattering away. The man answered her, and the girl ran up to Miss Chi, switching to Mandarin: "My brother asked me to take you to rest. Where are you from? What''s your name?"


    "I..." Miss Chi didn''t know how to answer. Were they Northern Di people or another nomadic tribe? If they knew her true identity, would they have ulterior motives?


    The girl named Sangduo was very enthusiastic and attentive. Seeing Miss Chi''s hesitation, she thought it was due to the crowd of young men watching, so she turned and shouted something to them. The young men laughed and dispersed. Sangduo then said, "I''m Sangduo. The one who saved you is my brother, Bomuer. He''s the chief of our Buxia tribe. Don''t be afraid; we won''t hurt you��oh, your clothes are torn. Let me get you a new set! Come, follow me."


    Miss Chi had heard about the Buxia tribe from Cui Jie. They were a nomadic tribe migrating on the Borjik Steppe northwest of Yanzhou, near the border with the Northern Di, numbering no more than three thousand. They neither relied on the Central Plains nor entangled with the Northern Di, living self-sufficiently between two giants. Occasionally, they traded food with the Han people, mostly following water and grass. The Great Chu had extended olive branches several times to recruit them, but they always refused.


    Since it was such a tribe, they probably wouldn''t do anything excessive to her. Miss Chi felt slightly relieved and followed Sangduo to her family''s tent. Inside, colorful decorations adorned the walls, and the warm fire awakened her survival instinct. Embarrassingly, she heard her stomach growl.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Sangduo ran to the table and poured her a bowl of goat milk. Miss Chi took a sip��it was very strong��but she forced herself to drink it. After all, she might have to live with them, and she had to adapt to the minority''s diet.


    "This is a new dress I just made. You can borrow it first," Sangduo ran into a room and then ran back out, handing her a lake-blue woman''s robe. "Do you want to take a bath? I''ll ask my brother to fetch some water from the river."


    Miss Chi wanted to say no, but thinking of the blood splattered all over her, she nodded gratefully: "Thank you for the trouble."


    Sangduo smiled cheerfully and said it was no trouble. She went out of the tent and spoke to Bomuer, then called inside: "My brother is fetching water for your bath. Sit down and rest for a bit, have some bread!"


    After eating and bathing, Miss Chi felt a sense of rebirth, washing her daughter clean as well. The bloody swaddling cloth had to be thrown away, but luckily, Sangduo helped her borrow a new one from another family.


    Mother and daughter both wore Buxia clothes, looking perfectly natural. Miss Chi couldn''t help smiling. This feeling of acceptance was truly wonderful, giving her a sense of renewal.


    That night, Bomuer didn''t return to his own tent. Sangduo gave her bed to Miss Chi and slept in her brother''s bed. Miss Chi thought she would be unable to sleep, but she was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, not waking until dawn.


    In her dream, she saw the coachman''s flying head and the blood splattering onto her face. When the noise outside woke her up, she was drenched in sweat, too weak to get up, lying on the bed covered with thick wool blankets, gasping for breath.


    The Xie family indeed hadn''t given up on her. Although she expected it, it still filled her with lingering fear. If Bomuer hadn''t appeared last night, what would have happened? Would she have been r*p*d? Killed? Or both? And what about Xiao Cuiyan? It was unbearable to think about. All her thoughts boiled down to one idea��thank goodness she was saved.


    The weather was unusually clear today. Bomuer was airing out salted meat outside the tent, glancing sideways at Miss Chi as she walked out: "Did you sleep well?"


    Miss Chi bowed deeply to him with gratitude: "Thank you so much for last night. I don''t know how to repay you."


    Sangduo, squatting in the sheep pen milking goats, turned around and smiled: "Our tribal rule is that to repay kindness, you must offer yourself in marriage. If you marry my brother, it counts as repayment."


    Miss Chi didn''t know whether to laugh or cry, about to say something, but Bomuer interrupted: "Don''t talk nonsense. Milk later. First, prepare something for her to eat."


    Sangduo stuck out her tongue at him, wiped her hands with a cloth, and invited Miss Chi back into the tent. She heated a bowl of goat milk and served dried mutton, white flour steamed buns, and other specialties of the frontier on a copper plate with exquisite patterns. Miss Chi ate heartily and then asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"


    "Not really. If you feel uncomfortable doing nothing, you can sweep the floor," Sangduo casually pointed to the broom and dustpan in the corner.


    The tent was already quite clean, with little need for sweeping. Besides, Miss Chi wasn''t good at sweeping, clumsily sweeping left and right without making much progress. Bomuer saw her when he came in to find something.


    "...," Bomuer watched her for a moment and asked, "Were you a lady before?"


    Miss Chi felt embarrassed and replied awkwardly, "I''ll learn slowly."


    Bomuer said indifferently, "No need. Where is your home? In a few days, we will go south to trade with the Han people. We''ll send you back then."


    Home? The word suddenly made Miss Chi feel lost. In this vast world, where was home? Was it the capital where her parents, who gave birth to her and ultimately abandoned her, lived? Or was it with her husband who loved her but couldn''t protect her... Thinking of this, Miss Chi felt a pang of sadness. She realized she had nowhere to call home.


    Bomuer stared at her face and finally said, "If you have difficulties you can''t speak of, don''t force yourself. Our tribe has never been exclusive. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay."


    Miss Chi lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you."


    In December of the 40th year of Jianyuan, the Buxia tribe settled in the southernmost sunny slope of the Borjik Steppe, preparing for winter. Meanwhile, in Xuanzhou, Cui Yi led his army northward, soon to arrive in Gan Prefecture.


    "Why haven''t we received any news yet! Are you all just idling?"


    Inside the camp, Cui Yi angrily overturned the desk, spilling wine all over the scout, who hurriedly knelt and begged for mercy. Baili Zan tried to calm him: "Your Highness, please calm down. The Xie family intends to expel Lady Chi. They certainly won''t make it easy for us to find her. We need to plan carefully. Right now, the most important thing is..." Before he could finish, Cui Yi kicked the desk into pieces.


    The group heading north was still the same as when they left the capital. Of course, Lady Xie and her brother, Xie Yong, were included. Baili Zan persuaded Cui Yi to temporarily assign N��eyue and Xiaqiu to help the cooks to avoid conflicts with the temperamental Lady Xie. With Cao Qian''s care, they should be safe.


    To ensure Cui Yi wouldn''t "fall for someone new," the Xie family almost provided all the maidservants needed for the future Wu���� in Gan Prefecture. Some had freckles or pimples, others were so fat their flesh jiggled as they walked, and some had buckteeth. This only highlighted Xie Yuchan''s ethereal beauty.


    But even so, Cui Yi used his poor health as an excuse, refusing to touch her. Xie Yuchan, however, showed remarkable patience, smiling and approaching him no matter how many times he pushed her away.


    Wanting to see someone but being unable to, while having someone unwanted constantly hovering around, was enough to drive anyone mad. Baili Zan sympathized, thinking that if it were him, he''d rather hang himself.


    However, to find Miss Chi, they couldn''t afford to antagonize the Xie family. Otherwise, if something happened, Miss Chi and her daughter would surely die. Moreover, the scouts'' paychecks also came from the Xie family. There was nothing more exhausting.


    "Well... Your Highness, I''ll take my leave." Seeing no hope of persuasion, Baili Zan bowed and withdrew.


    After sending the scout to collect his reward, Baili Zan wandered through the camp alone. A few days ago, Zhai Rang wrote a secret letter from the capital, saying the emperor hadn''t attended court for several days, nor seen officials or concubines. An eerie gloom enveloped the Purple Chapter Palace, indicating impending change. Upon reading the letter, Baili Zan was shocked and rushed barefoot to find Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi remained surprisingly calm, unperturbed: "What''s there to worry about? Even if he takes the throne, can he hold it? Once I find my wife, I''ll turn around and crush him, reclaiming the throne!"


    Baili Zan fell over. How could such blind optimism exist?


    Cui Yi glanced at him indifferently: "You don''t believe I can do it?"


    Wasn''t this a matter of belief? Baili Zan wiped his sweat and could only seek solutions elsewhere.

 military secretary

    Previously in the palace, although there weren''t many scholars, at least they could consult with Miss Chi when problems arose. Now, with the only person to discuss matters with missing, Cui Yi unwilling to think, Xie Yong untrustworthy, and Cao Qian loyal but lacking strategic insight, Baili Zan, a scholar who had never fought a battle, had to manage everything in the large camp. Holding the thick ledger presented by the military secretary, he felt like throwing his hat and shouting, "I quit!"


    "Mr. Baili?" Unconsciously wandering to the stables, Jinwu''s red fur was soaked and glistening under the sun. Beside him, a young man in simple warrior robes was brushing him, revealing himself to be Yang Qiong.


    Yang Qiong smiled and asked, "Why did Mr. come here?"


    It was like finding a savior in a desperate situation. At this moment, Baili Zan saw Yang Qiong as a divine being, radiating light, almost needing clouds and celestial music to complete the scene.


    "Mr. Yang!" Baili Zan, tears in his eyes, grabbed his hand, "Finally, someone who can handle things. Here, take this."


    Yang Qiong was bewildered, still dripping water, but handed the ledger carefully. Confused, he asked, "What is this? Is this...?" Flipping it over, he understood, "From the military secretary? Doesn''t His Highness handle this?"


    Baili Zan nodded solemnly: "His Highness is preoccupied with finding Lady Chi. He doesn''t listen to anything else. The capital is about to change hands. Once the new emperor ascends, Your Highness will be in grave danger."


    Yang Qiong''s expression changed, urgently asking, "The capital is changing hands? Is Crown Prince... forcing the emperor to abdicate?"


    Baili Zan recounted what Zhai Rang wrote in the letter. Yang Qiong pondered for a moment, saying, "The way of emperors lies in balance and moderation. Watching tigers fight from afar, Your Highness is weak, while the Crown Prince is strong. Logically, the emperor should suppress the Crown Prince first, then find ways to weaken Your Highness. Otherwise, the Crown Prince''s power will inevitably lead to a coup."


    "Yes, who would have thought the emperor would target Your Highness first. While in the capital, the Crown Prince would still be cautious. But now that Your Highness is exiled thousands of miles away in Gan Prefecture, even if the Crown Prince kills his father and usurps the throne, Your Highness would be powerless to stop it," Baili Zan agreed. Yang Qiong''s doubts mirrored those he and Miss Chi had before. Why did Emperor Jianyuan make such a foolish move? It was reasonable to reclaim military power to prevent rebellion, but exiling Cui Yi left no one to check the Crown Prince. Without restraint, how long could the emperor''s throne last?


    Could it be that Emperor Jianyuan was old and senile, his mind addled?


    Actually, not necessarily. Miss Chi, having witnessed Cui Jie''s ruthlessness in her previous life, recognized his cunning facade immediately. Though Baili Zan and others hadn''t dealt directly with the Crown Prince, they believed him to be a treacherous, smiling villain.


    But in Emperor Jianyuan''s eyes, Cui Jie had always been intelligent, diligent, humble, friendly, and capable of recognizing talent. Such a son couldn''t possibly rebel.


    Indeed, wolves remain wolves, unchanged by rebirth. On New Year''s Eve, the bell of mourning rang out from the Purple Chapter Palace, spreading far and wide. Cui Yi woke up abruptly, running barefoot out of the tent, staring silently at the southern horizon.


    In the Borjik Steppe, Miss Chi held her daughter, sitting on the wooden fence in front of the tent, murmuring, "Xian''er, your grandfather the emperor probably won''t survive tonight."


    Seven-month-old Xiao Cuiyan s*ck*d on her finger, not understanding her mother''s words, her clear eyes reflecting the starry sky, which gradually transformed into snowflakes falling onto the golden glazed tiles of the Wansheng Palace.


    On New Year''s Eve of the 40th year of Jianyuan, Emperor Jianyuan passed away. Crown Prince Cui Jie ascended the throne, changing the era name to Qisheng.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Before the end of the first month, Cui Yi in Gan Prefecture received an imperial edict. The new emperor stated that the governor of Yan Prefecture had requested retirement before the New Year, and there were no suitable candidates in the court. Therefore, he appointed the King of Wu to concurrently serve as the governor of Yan Prefecture, allowing eight thousand troops to accompany him, ordering immediate departure.


    Great, just settling down in Gan Prefecture, barely catching his breath after recruiting three thousand new soldiers, he was ordered to move again, and these three thousand soldiers couldn''t even go with him! Cui Yi was furious, hating the wasted silver, but had no choice but to gather his forces and head northeast to Yan Prefecture.


    If Gan Prefecture was desolate, then Yan Prefecture was truly uninhabited. The former governor Xu Chong led less than ten thousand troops, with fewer than one hundred thousand civilians scattered across the prefecture. Located in the far north, winters were long, summers short, and heavy snow often buried houses. Taxes could only be paid partially each year, requiring government aid during prolonged winters, truly a hell on earth.


    Yan Prefecture, impoverished and barren, held no interest for the Northern Di. Yet, Emperor Cui Jie exaggerated its importance as the northeastern gateway of the Great Chu, claiming only elite troops could defend it. Thus, the mighty General Wu was sent to slaughter chickens��perhaps without even chickens to slaughter.


    Cui Yi was infuriated upon receiving the edict, wondering why he was moved from the strategically important Gan Prefecture to Yan Prefecture. How could the ministers agree to this?


    Cui Yi would never know the ministers'' reasons. He only knew that before finding Miss Chi, he couldn''t confront Emperor Cui Jie, so he had to endure and pack up again. Fortunately, this time, there were no restrictions on carriages, and everything from the new palace could be packed and taken along.


    "Aiya, really, riding in a carriage again, my bones are about to fall apart." After two days of traveling by carriage, Xie Yuchan became fussy, refusing to board.


    The soldier driving the carriage pleaded, "Please, Your Highness, hurry and get in the carriage. Otherwise, His Highness will be angry."


    Xie Yuchan wrapped herself tightly in her fox fur coat, rolling her eyes: "Brother Ying won''t get angry at me. I don''t care, I refuse to ride in the carriage anymore, it''s too uncomfortable."


    The soldier repeatedly begged, but Xie Yuchan refused to listen. Eventually, the entire army had departed, leaving her behind. Finally, it reached Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi rode Jinwu to the rear, frowning: "What''s going on? Why aren''t you boarding?"


    The soldier explained bitterly: "Your Highness, please forgive me. Your Highness refuses to ride because the carriage is uncomfortable. I''ve tried to persuade her, but she won''t listen."


    The Duke said, what should we do? Cui Yi looked down at Xie Yuchan coldly and said, you don''t want to ride in the carriage, then what do you want? Xie Yuchan folded her arms, showing a willful expression: I just don''t want to sit in the carriage. My bones are almost shaken apart, it''s so uncomfortable. Cui Yi showed a look of disgust, his voice much louder: You have a carriage but don''t want to ride in it, do you want to walk instead? "I won''t," Xie Yuchan''s eyes rolled, "I want to ride in a sedan chair!" Baili Zan also hurried over and said upon hearing this: It''s inconvenient to travel outside, everything must be simple. Moreover, there is no village or inn nearby, where can we find a sedan chair? The soldiers all have to walk, please bear with it a little more, Your Highness! Xie Yuchan glared at him fiercely: How can you compare me with the soldiers, I am the Duchess, how can I be the same as them? What reason is there for not having a sedan chair? Aren''t you Brother Yingrong''s right-hand man? If you can''t even handle such a small matter, can you handle big matters in the future? Baili Zan was suddenly scolded and lowered his head without speaking. Cui Yi impatiently said: Even if you have money, you can''t hire a sedan chair in such a place. Stop talking nonsense and get in the carriage quickly. Eight thousand people are waiting for you alone. Xie Yuchan was displeased by his harsh tone, stomping her feet and waving her hands: I want to ride in a sedan chair, my father is the Governor of Xuanzhou, I am the Duchess of Wu, don''t I even have a sedan chair to sit in? Seeing that Cui Yi was about to be angered to the point of spitting blood, Baili Zan hurriedly interrupted: Riding in a carriage for a long time is indeed uncomfortable. Why not give the Duchess a gentle horse to ride? Let a soldier lead the horse, it won''t shake anymore. The carriage is too stuffy, it''s good to come out and breathe some fresh air. Xie Yuchan''s interest was piqued: Good, good, I want to ride a horse, but, I want to ride Jinwu! As soon as she finished speaking, Cui Yi angrily shouted: Daydreaming! For a warrior, a beloved horse is not only a mount but also a companion who has been through life and death together. Sometimes its status is even higher than that of a concubine. And Jinwu is a rare Akhal-Teke, there are only a few in the entire Great Chu. Cui Yi loves it very much, even his confidant Cao Qian hasn''t ridden it much, let alone her Xie Yuchan. "Brother Yingrong, you��" Xie Yuchan hadn''t been shouted at by him for a long time, suddenly being shouted at made her feel extremely wronged, tears threatening to fall: You actually shout at me for a beast! Jinwu neighed proudly, tossing his head arrogantly, his wet eyes full of contempt. Cui Yi''s gaze was cold, his tone stiff: Jinwu is my beloved horse, I never let others ride it casually, don''t daydream. Xie Yuchan tearfully protested: But I am your Duchess, how can I be considered an outsider? Cui Yi took a deep breath, he really wanted to draw his sword Star Abyss and stab her through, better than being tortured by her tantrums. His anger had been suppressed since Xuanzhou, and now it was about to explode, once it erupted, it would be devastating. "What are you still standing around for, hurry up and notify General Cao to pause the march, call a few people to dismantle the carriage and turn it into a sedan chair. Didn''t you hear what the Duchess said?" Fortunately, Baili Zan saw that things were going badly and hurriedly intervened. The poor soldier felt like he had been pardoned and immediately ran to the front of the line. Soon, Xie Yong arrived. Xie Yong glanced at Cui Yi who was rubbing his temples, then at Xie Yuchan who was sobbing, and went forward to coax his sister: You should know when to be willful, get in the carriage quickly. Once we reach the next town, we''ll change the carriage for a sedan chair. There are less than twenty miles left, just endure a little longer. Didn''t you say you could endure any hardship for the sake of the Duke? Xie Yuchan wiped her tears while sobbing, replying in a muffled voice: Alright... Brother Yingrong. Cui Yi glanced at her sideways. Xie Yuchan put on an expression of great grievance: I''m doing all this for you, for you, I can endure anything. Then she turned and got into the carriage. Behind her, Cui Yi nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, almost being angered to the point of seeing his father Emperor Jianyuan directly.

 Youre not an ordinary person

    In the first month of the second year of Qisheng, February seventh, the annual drum-beating festival of the northern nomadic tribes. "Sister Chiying! Sister Chiying!" Sang Duo called from outside. Chiyin responded loudly: Coming, coming! She wrapped Xiao Cuiyan''s cotton-padded jacket tightly and ran out of the felt tent with her in her arms. At the southern bank of Selun River on the Boergijik grassland, the Buxia tribe held a grand festival under the leadership of their chieftain Bumu''er. Every household participated, praying for favorable weather and abundant water and grass in the coming year in the morning, and in the afternoon, there was a riding and shooting competition for the young men of the Buxia tribe. The winner would receive a curved knife studded with gems, a war trophy seized during a conflict with another tribe last year. Every young man of the Buxia tribe was highly skilled, able to ride horses and shoot arrows as cavalrymen, and wield knives as assassins. A row of targets the size of pot lids were set up in the field, split open one by one. The young men had to accurately hit the designated target while riding on running horses. A total of three hundred people participated, more than half of the young men in the tribe, each dressed in bright clothes, looking dashing and handsome. They drew arrows and aimed, and whenever someone hit the bullseye, young girls outside the field would cheer loudly, encouraging them. Chiyin and Sang Duo sat side by side on a hay bale watching, Chiyin asked: Hasn''t your brother returned yet? "He should be back today, he''s the chieftain, he has to participate in such an important event," Sang Duo teased: Do you find it boring without my brother here? Chiyin smiled and ignored her. Sang Duo couldn''t help but say again: Are you really not considering my brother? Although my brother doesn''t talk much, he''s a good person, whether hunting or fighting, he''s very capable. Many girls in the tribe want to marry him. Chiyin smiled: Don''t tease me, I''m already married, how can I delay your brother''s good years in vain? Sang Duo pouted: But you''ve been away from him for so long, he doesn''t come to find you, and you don''t want to go back either, isn''t it good to start a new life? "But I will eventually return," Chiyin apologized with a smile, "sooner or later." Sang Duo muttered something unsatisfied, and at that moment, the sound of an eagle came from the sky. She immediately stood up: Ah, it''s Jinyang! My brother is back! She whistled towards the sky, and the Gyrfalcon circling high in the sky immediately flew towards them. A team of carriages appeared on the undulating hills in the distance. Ten days ago, the young men of the Buxia tribe who had gone into the pass to exchange goods with the Han people returned to the tribe under the leadership of Bumu''er, bringing back several large carts full of various daily necessities. Just as the competition was about to end, everyone on the scene gathered around to welcome their return. Bumu''er wore a white robe, with a vest embroidered with red, gold, and black patterns over it, handmade by his sister Sang Duo. Under the red scarf on his forehead, beads of sweat were visible, obviously having rushed back in a hurry to participate in the drum-beating festival competition. The Gyrfalcon landed on Sang Duo''s shoulder, cooing twice. Bumu''er dismounted, ignoring the women flocking around the carts to retrieve daily necessities, and walked straight towards Sang Duo and Chiyin who were approaching. "Sister, you''re finally back, the competition is almost over," Sang Duo took out her handkerchief and handed it to him. Bumu''er casually wiped his face with it and stuffed it back: I bought something you Han girls like to eat for you, it''s in a blue cloth bag, get it yourself. Sang Duo immediately cheered, rushing towards the rear cart like a butterfly. After Sang Duo left, Chiyin felt awkward, but she didn''t want to leave, so she smiled and said: You must have worked hard on your journey. Bumu''er pursed his lips without speaking, reached into his chest, and took out a white paper package, handing it to her. Chiyin took it doubtfully, finding it difficult to open with one hand. Bumu''er took Xiao Cuiyan from her arms, after several months of interaction, Xiao Cuiyan was already very familiar with the siblings, becoming excited as soon as she was in Bumu''er''s arms. Bumu''er gently pulled away her little hand that kept patting his face, saying: Open it and see if you like it. Chiyin opened the package as instructed and found a beautiful hairpin inside. Holding it in her hand, although it wasn''t heavy, based on her experience, she could tell it was a pure gold hairpin, worth at least a hundred taels of silver judging by its craftsmanship. She hurriedly wrapped it back up and handed it back: This gift is too precious, I can''t accept it. "There''s nothing precious about it, take it if I give it to you," Bumu''er said nonchalantly. Chiyin said awkwardly: Really, I can''t accept it. You saved our lives and took us in, it''s already a great favor, I can''t repay you in my lifetime, how can I accept such a precious gift? Really not. Bumu''er remained silent, Chiyin insisted on returning the package, and after thinking for a moment, he accepted it, putting it back into his chest. At that moment, the horn sounded on the field, signaling the start of the final competition. Bumu''er handed Xiao Cuiyan back to her and led his horse to participate in the competition. Chiyin finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh~ What were you two talking about just now?" Sang Duo suddenly pounced from behind, teasing. "Nothing, just chatting casually," Chiyin pretended nothing happened, urging her to return to the hay bale: Sit down and watch the competition, it''s the last round. Most of the young men who had just returned from Gan Prefecture were very tired, hitting the bullseye very rarely, but the tribespeople still cheered loudly for them. When it was Bumu''er''s turn to compete, he tightened the cuffs of his robe, still riding the same horse. Taking the bow and quiver from a Buxia girl, he thanked her, and the girl blushed and ran away happily. Sang Duo laughed: My brother is the best, he wins every year. Chiyin glanced at the field, Bumu''er''s heroic figure reminded her of Cui Yi, recalling the broad back that carried her into the bridal chamber, the warm and reliable embrace during childbirth, and his silent and sorrowful expression in the courtyard of the Xie residence before they parted. Chiyin once thought that Cui Yi would never have that defeated look of despair, but she was wrong. No matter how strong a man was, able to fight on the battlefield and enter the court, if he couldn''t protect his wife and children, he would still consider himself a failure. Even the so-called God of War, the Duke of Wu, was no exception. She had been away for three months, he must have stabilized his position in Gan Prefecture by now, with Baili Zan and Cao Qian by his side, he shouldn''t be led around by the nose by the Xie family. �� What did he think after seeing that letter? Did he really understand it? If not, would he tear it up in anger and hate her deeply, never wanting to see her again? This was the third time she had stayed with the Buxia tribe that Bumu''er had led a group into the pass. Every time, she really wanted to follow them back, back to Cui Yi''s side, but thinking that he might really believe she was a spy and kill her without hesitation, regardless of anyone''s advice or obstruction, what then? Her daughter was not even a year old, would she die with her? She was scared, wanting to return but afraid to, hoping Cui Yi would find her somehow, but disappointed day after day. "Good��" The cheers from outside the field woke her from her memories. Chiyin focused her gaze and saw that Bumu''er had completed the competition, seven arrows hitting the bullseye accurately. Sang Duo yelled loudly beside her, mixing Han language and Buxia language, Chiyin understood partly, but knew it was definitely words of praise. Bumu''er still maintained the posture of just shooting the arrows, surrounded by countless girls offering scarves and belts they had made by hand. Sang Duo grinned: Every year at the drum-beating festival competition, the winner can give the prize to the girl he likes, which is equivalent to proposing marriage. Chiyin couldn''t help laughing: What about the other people? Sang Duo giggled without answering, instead saying: In previous years, my brother didn''t like anyone, so the prize always went to me. I wonder who will get the prize this year. She gave Chiyin a meaningful glance. Chiyin shook her head helplessly and followed her forward. Bumu''er led his horse towards them amidst a sea of flowers, Sang Duo threw herself onto his arm: Brother, you''re not planning to give the prize to me again this year, are you? She winked and nudged, the other girls receiving the signal, crowding around him, afraid he wouldn''t see them. But it proved ineffective. Bumu''er''s gaze had been fixed on Chiyin without moving. "Congratulations," Chiyin tried to act natural, not too enthusiastic to avoid conveying any wrong message. But her caution didn''t work either. Bumu''er looked at her, weighing the curved knife in his hand, suddenly said: Come with me, I have something to tell you. Sang Duo immediately hooted: What is it, why not say it here, let everyone listen! She repeated it in Buxia language, the surrounding girls echoed, their expressions full of attachment and reluctance. Bumu''er spoke in Buxia language, the girls reluctantly dispersed. Sang Duo pouted, taking Xiao Cuiyan away, leaving them alone to talk. "Come with me." Bumu''er led the horse towards the distant riverbank. Chiyin hesitated to follow, trying several times to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, but really couldn''t find anything to say. Selun River had not yet thawed, the mud on the riverbank was as hard as iron. Bumu''er faced the sunset, his young and well-defined face bathed in the glow, adding a touch of warmth. The two stood several feet apart, neither speaking. "I saw a wanted notice in the city," Bumu''er finally spoke after a long silence, "the person wanted kidnapped a princess, the governor of Gan Prefecture is offering a reward of a thousand taels of silver for the capture of this person." Chiyin was first stunned, then laughed: Am I wanted? Bumu''er turned to look at her, his expression unclear against the sunset, just like the first time they met. Chiyin explained: It''s probably Baili Zan''s idea, issuing a wanted notice is better than searching everywhere, otherwise the Xie family would be enraged, all previous efforts would be wasted. Bumu''er remained silent. Chiyin said helplessly: Or do you believe I''m a notorious thief, and Cuiyan was stolen from someone else? Bumu''er asked instead of answering: Are you a Duchess? Chiyin was speechless this time, Bumu''er let go of the reins, letting the horse graze on its own, stepping forward to stand directly opposite Chiyin: Who exactly are you?The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Bumu''er let go of the reins and let the horse graze on its own, stepping forward to stand directly opposite Chiyin: You''re not an ordinary person, who exactly are you? Chiyin smiled bitterly: At least not anymore, so it doesn''t matter what I was before. "Then marry me," Bumu''er changed the subject, "marry me, and you can completely say goodbye to the past. Whether you were a Duchess or a female thief before, it doesn''t matter." So it comes to this, Chiyin sighed helplessly, saying: No, Bumu''er, I know you''re good, you''ve been good to me and Cuiyan, Cuiyan likes you very much, but it really can''t be done. I''m already married, my husband is still alive, and he hasn''t divorced me, it''s impossible for me to marry you. Bumu''er narrowed his emerald-like eyes slightly, resembling Cui Yi somewhat. He said: Then I''ll go kill that man. Chiyin''s heart trembled, she shouted hastily: Don''t! Bumu''er acted as if he would do as he pleased: You''ve been missing for three months, he''s only starting to look for you now, and using a wanted notice, does he really care about you? Where was he when you and your child almost died on a winter night? Did he care at all? Chiyin felt an inner weakness, weakly defending: He didn''t mean to, he had his reasons, the situation was very complicated at the time. Bumu''er scanned her coldly, saying: A man who can''t even protect his wife and child isn''t fit to be a man. Chiyin''s temper flared up, shouting: What right do you have to say that about him! What was the situation, have you ever understood it? My father colluded with the Crown Prince to ransack the entire mansion, when we left the imperial city, we only had three carriages left! All the unfavorable evidence pointed to me, everyone was trying to make him believe I was a spy, but he didn''t blame me! I caused him enough trouble, it''s understandable if he hates me! Bumu''er listened silently to her words, only asking one question: Since you''re unwilling to say goodbye to the past and stay, and unwilling to return, what exactly do you want? What exactly do I want? Chiyin shook her head hopelessly, she didn''t know herself what she wanted, wanting to return but afraid to, wanting to stay but unable to, whenever she thought about her future, she felt blind, the future ahead was pitch black, with no light to be seen. "Stay here." Bumu''er said again: No matter what happened, if he could abandon you once, he will abandon you again, a second time, a third time, and next time, no one will happen to pass by and save your life. Chiyin covered her face with her hands, taking a deep breath, her chest trembling. "Let me think about it..." While Chiyin was worrying about whether to return or not, Cui Yi was also anxious about her not returning. Spies returned in batches, and then departed again. Notices were posted in Yan Prefecture and Gan Prefecture, but still, Chiyin was nowhere to be found, like a tiny pebble thrown into a vast ocean, lost without a trace. Less than half a month after taking over the affairs of Yan Prefecture, the numerous matters almost drove him crazy. Grain cultivation, city construction, recruitment of new soldiers, officials'' salaries... Each item was extremely cumbersome. In a situation where both money and manpower were insufficient, he had to weigh carefully, feeling guilty for spending even a single extra coin��this drove Cui Yi, who had been used to living lavishly, almost mad. "I quit!" Cui Yi suddenly overturned the desk, baring his teeth, wishing he could bite someone. Baili Zan sat at a desk below, busy reviewing reports from various counties in Yan Prefecture, said sarcastically without raising his head: Your Highness doesn''t help, can you stop making trouble? Cui Yi, knowing he was in the wrong, picked up the scattered reports one by one after venting, stacking them neatly and placing them back. Baili Zan couldn''t help smiling, teasing: Your Highness can''t sit still, why not go back to the mansion? Cui Yi shivered, shaking his head vigorously, his expression serious: No, no, I love my people like my own children, Mr. has so many reports to review, I want to share the burden with Mr. Share the burden my *ss, Baili Zan really wanted to throw the inkstone at his face, clearly he didn''t want to go back to be entangled by Xie Yuchan, so he used the excuse of official business every day to stay away.


    In the government office, he stayed until late at night, but unfortunately...


    "Brother Yingrong~" A sweet voice like a lark''s call drifted in from outside the courtyard, making Cui Yi and Baili Zan shiver simultaneously.

 Only here can you live without fear

    ...precisely when Xie Yuchan was so tactless. Cui Yi couldn''t avoid her quickly enough, yet she insisted on visiting every day, practically wanting to sit on his lap and never leave. It was driving him crazy.


    Xie Yuchan entered the yard with two maidservants, beaming. "Brother Yingrong, I had the kitchen prepare yam lamb soup for you. It''s very nourishing!"


    Cui Yi had been feigning illness for months and had become quite adept at it. As soon as he heard her voice, he slumped into his chair and rubbed his temples, looking as if he were about to die of weakness.


    Xie Yuchan, concerned, approached the general''s couch, holding a bowl of thick soup served by a maid. "The doctor said that eating lamb in winter is most suitable. Come, eat while it''s hot."


    Cui Yi stared at the large bowl of dark broth, internally beating his chest and tearing his hair out. He couldn''t show it, so he weakly said, "Put it aside for now. I''ll eat it later."


    "No, you must eat it while it''s hot. Let me feed you," Xie Yuchan insisted stubbornly. Seeing him not eating, she scooped up a spoonful and tried to feed him. The journey from the palace to the government office took no more than half an incense stick''s time, and the soup pot was wrapped in cotton quilts, almost as hot as freshly cooked. Cui Yi nearly spat it out, hurriedly covering his mouth and pushing back.


    Xie Yuchan asked eagerly, "How does it taste?"


    Cui Yi swallowed the oddly flavored soup painfully, his tongue almost unable to straighten. He mumbled, "It''s... fine. I''ll eat it myself! I''ll eat it myself!" If she continued feeding him like this, even tonic would turn into deadly poison.


    Baili Zan, draped in piles of documents, commented calmly, "This flavor suggests that the Princess Consort added many good ingredients, didn''t she?"


    Xie Yuchan proudly replied, "Of course, Brother Yingrong is the Prince; he must have the best��Brother Yingrong!" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw blood flowing from Cui Yi''s nostrils, screaming in fright, "Brother Yingrong, what happened? Why are you bleeding? Don''t scare me! How do you feel? Is anything wrong?"


    Cui Yi quickly pinched his nose and said nasally, "The weather is too dry... a bit... overheated." The maidservants scrambled to bring warm water to clean him and used silk handkerchiefs to stop the bleeding.


    "While you''re busy, let me check the soup," Baili Zan said, dipping his finger into the pot. He burst out laughing, "No wonder he bled from over-nourishment."


    Xie Yuchan glared at him, "I warn you, don''t steal any!"


    Baili Zan waved his hands defensively, "Princess Consort, you misunderstand. I''m not that desperate."


    At that moment, Cao Qian rushed in from outside, exclaiming joyfully, "Your Highness! We found her! We found the Lady!"


    Baili Zan immediately gestured, "Shh!!"


    But Cao Qian''s voice was loud enough for Xie Yuchan to hear. She stood up abruptly, "What? Who did you find?" Noticing her presence, Cao Qian lowered his head and remained silent. Xie Yuchan erupted in anger, "What''s going on? You''ve been secretly searching for that sl*t behind my back? Do you still respect me as the Princess Consort?"


    "Princess Consort, please understand," Baili Zan pleaded desperately. After working so hard to keep it secret, Cao Qian''s big mouth had ruined everything. He quickly tried to cover up, "His Highness is actually hunting down the Lady because although she was an insider sent by Changsun Tai, the little princess is still His Highness'' flesh and blood. How could we just watch her being taken away and live in exile?"


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    Xie Yuchan sneered, "Flesh and blood? If she was an insider, how could she willingly bear children for His Highness? That girl must be a b*st*rd child born to another lover��"


    A resounding slap echoed through the room, sending Xie Yuchan flying over the desk like a broken kite. Her tender cheek instantly swelled with the imprint of five fingers, leaving her completely stunned.


    Baili Zan almost cried, "Your Highness..."


    Cui Yi roared like a volcano erupting, "Chain her up and throw her into the dungeon! And those two maidservants too!"


    "Your Highness, you can''t do this!"


    "If anyone says another word, they go in too!"


    Soldiers waiting outside immediately rushed in, binding Xie Yuchan and the two maidservants tightly. The maidservants screamed and cried, but Cui Yi forced each of them to drink half a bowl of the scalding tonic soup. Finally, the room fell silent.


    After they were led away, Cui Yi sighed deeply, feeling refreshed. "Zhonghang just mentioned finding the Lady. Where is she?"


    Cao Qian quickly replied, "Your Highness, our scouts discovered several Busha people in Gan Prefecture city. They studied the wanted posters closely and whispered among themselves. We followed them to the Busha settlement near Selun River, and indeed, both the Lady and the little princess were there!"


    "What are you waiting for? Gather a thousand men and follow me to bring the Lady home!"


    As Cui Yi prepared to leave, Baili Zan asked worriedly, "Your Highness, what should we do about the Xie family after imprisoning the Princess Consort?"


    Cui Yi pointed at him, "You''re my chief strategist. Such trivial matters don''t need my input. Handle it yourself."


    "Ai��" Before Baili Zan could say more, Cui Yi dashed off like he was rushing to reincarnate.


    Cao Qian sympathetically clasped his hands, "Sir, take care."


    Baili Zan turned to find noodles, deciding to hang himself.


    That evening, Cui Yi led a thousand soldiers out of Yan Prefecture, heading south along the Yan Gui mountain range towards the Borjigit grassland outside Juxia Pass in Gan Prefecture.


    Meanwhile, in the Busha tribe, Chi Ying finally made up her mind.


    The night-time grassland was illuminated by bonfires. Young Busha girls danced with tambourines and sand bells, their skirts fluttering in rhythm with the music from horsehead fiddles and Qiang flutes. Their smiling faces bloomed with youthful vigor.


    A young man knelt before his beloved, singing love songs. The girl responded openly, and everyone around the fire clapped.


    Bo Muer sat beside someone''s cowshed, his thin lips reflecting the firelight. He seemed lost in thought.


    "The Borjigit grassland is vast and open, and its children are as passionate and bold as it. They dare to love and hate freely," Chi Ying said, adjusting her braids blown by the wind, sitting beside him.


    Bo Muer glanced at her, asking, "Where''s Xiaonian?"


    Chi Ying smiled, "She''s asleep. Sangduo is watching her. Why aren''t you drinking? Sitting here alone."


    Bo Muer nodded absentmindedly without answering, continuing to stare blankly.


    Chi Ying leaned against the cattle pen, gazing far into the grassland, "I''ve seriously considered that running away isn''t solving problems. What needs to be faced must be faced."


    "And your decision is?"


    "I''ve decided to go back."


    Bo Muer looked at her, trying to detect any hint of joking in her expression but failed. So he simply said, "Okay."


    Chi Ying sighed, "Returning might mean being executed as a traitor, but it''s inevitable. As the saying goes, ''a father''s debt is paid by his son.'' My father''s sins will be avenged upon me, which seems fair. More importantly, staying here is unfair to you. I''m not as good as you think. I''m actually... quite foolish."


    Bo Muer frowned slightly, "Why do you say that?"


    "I married the Wu King initially to use him as a counterbalance against the Crown Prince, hoping to ensure my parents'' safety. But driven by power and interests, they betrayed me, expelling me from the capital and handing me over to my rival''s family to be tormented. Even so, I couldn''t stand by and watch them die. As long as I remain by the King''s side, the Emperor won''t harm my family... oh, he''s the Emperor now."


    Bo Muer calmly said, "If you''re worried about your parents'' safety, I can bring them to the grassland. The Busha people are peaceful and uninvolved. Only here can you live without fear."


    Chi Ying smiled gratefully but helplessly, "My father wouldn''t agree. He spent his entire life striving to be the emperor''s father-in-law. He even abandoned me for that. How could he give up his high rank and wealth to live with sheep and grasslands? Moreover, I no longer just use the King. I genuinely wish him well, happiness, and success."


    "What about you?" Bo Muer interrupted, "What do you want?"


    Chi Ying was silent for a long time before replying, "I want nothing. I don''t even know when I''ll die. Maybe three years from now, on New Year''s Eve, will be my end. Until then, I just want to keep my family away from death and suffering."


    Bo Muer nodded slowly, "I understand. After the Drum Festival ends in three days, I''ll take you back to Gan Prefecture."


    However, fate was unpredictable. While Cui Yi hurried to Selun River, Chi Ying left with Bo Muer through Juxia Pass. They narrowly missed each other.


    The Busha people were extremely unwelcoming towards the Han Chinese prince leading an army. Anyone would react negatively to strangers showing up with weapons. Fewer than a hundred Busha knew fluent Chinese, and everyone pretended ignorance, pointing and chattering in their native language. Cui Yi could only stare helplessly.


    The standoff lasted a day. The next morning, a pigeon from Baili Zan arrived. Cui Yi read the note detailing how to handle uncooperative Busha and memorized the script. Without finishing breakfast, he left the tent.


    The Yan Prefecture troops camped close to the Busha winter grounds. It took less than the time to brew a cup of tea to reach the village. Cui Yi went alone with Cao Qian. Busha youths armed with crossbows blocked their path, speaking in their local dialect.


    "I come in peace, merely to reunite with my wife and daughter who are stranded here. Everyone has loved ones. Can''t you understand the longing?" Cui Yi recited from memory.


    A Busha youth spoke halting Chinese, "You come to take wife home, why bring so many soldiers?"


    Cui Yi continued, "Chu and Northern Di have been enemies for generations. I am a thorn in the Di''s side. How could I come alone? Today, I came with only one trusted aide, showing my sincerity."


    The youths conferred briefly, one responding, "There''s no wife here. Please return."


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow, "My scouts saw your tribesmen studying wanted posters and followed them here. They confirmed my wife and daughter are here. Is there a Han woman with a baby girl among you? That''s my missing family."

 They went shopping and will marry immediately upon returning

    The youths looked surprised, discussing loudly, seemingly arguing. At that moment, Sangduo returned from washing clothes by the river, shouting something to the youths. They translated Cui Yi''s words, and Sangduo glared at him, saying bluntly, "Busha custom requires outsiders'' women to stay. Your wife is now our chief''s wife. Leave and never return!"


    Cui Yi was shocked speechless, but Cao Qian shouted angrily, "How dare you kidnap our Chu Princess Consort! Don''t you fear our prince''s army destroying your entire tribe?"


    Sangduo retorted fiercely, "You lose your wife and don''t look for her. Now you suddenly appear demanding her back? Women aren''t objects to be claimed and discarded at will. If you want to fight, bring it on! Every Busha man and woman is brave and fearless against invaders!"


    "You!" Cao Qian hadn''t expected such fluent and sharp-tongued defiance from an ethnic minority woman. Unable to respond, he nudged the still-dazed Cui Yi, "Your Highness, say something!"


    Cui Yi was dazed, "What should I say?"


    Cao Qian nearly fell over, "Didn''t Sir teach you how to respond? Just repeat it!"


    Cui Yi looked miserable, "But... he didn''t write what to say in this situation."


    Cao Qian''s face fell, "Then what should we do?"


    Cui Yi mirrored his expression, "You ask me, who do I ask?"


    After some discussion, Sangduo grew impatient and turned to leave. Cui Yi called out, "Wait!"


    "Why? Still not giving up?"


    "Of course not," Cui Yi declared firmly, "Chi Ying is my Princess Consort. I must bring her back. Let her come out, and I''ll talk to her personally."


    Sangduo sneered, "Too late. She''s already gone with my brother. They haven''t said when they''ll return."


    Cui Yi was struck like lightning, "They left together?"


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    Seeing his stricken expression, Sangduo added spitefully, "They went shopping and will marry immediately upon returning."


    Unexpectedly, this gave Cui Yi hope��they hadn''t married yet. If he could intercept them before the wedding, he could reclaim Chi Ying. Smiling, he thanked her, "Thank you!"


    "For what?"


    Ignoring her, Cui Yi turned and walked briskly back to camp. Sangduo muttered, "Weirdo," and resumed hanging laundry.


    "Your Highness! Your Highness!"


    Cui Yi strode ahead, with Cao Qian following, "Where are you rushing to?"


    "Into the city!" Cui Yi answered, speeding back to camp, "Seal all exits from Juxia Pass. We must intercept them!"


    "How do you know they''re in the city?"


    Back at camp, Cui Yi rushed to the stable, "Northern Di weddings require only a ceremony with heaven and earth, exchanging tokens, and sharing wolf blood. As nomads, Busha customs are similar. There''s no need to buy anything unless they plan a Han-style wedding. The only place to get red candles and bridal attire is inside Juxia Pass!"


    Mounting his horse, he galloped out, leaving Cao Qian marveling, "Desperation makes rabbits bite. Never seen His Highness so clever." He relayed orders, and a thousand troops swiftly moved to encircle Juxia Pass.


    Due to the wanted posters everywhere, Chi Ying covered her face with a scarf and veil provided by Sangduo, revealing only her eyes. Though Gan Prefecture was remote, it was a bustling border trade city. Merchants from various regions and ethnic groups lined the streets selling diverse goods, drawing crowds.


    Bo Muer carried little Cui Xian, appearing like a family. The gate guards paid no attention.


    Chi Ying examined a wanted poster and chuckled softly, "Who drew this? It looks quite like me."


    Bo Muer whispered, "Don''t speak Busha languages. Be careful in Han territory."


    Chi Ying nodded, following him.


    Expecting Gan Prefecture to be desolate, she found it unexpectedly vibrant. Goods ranged from carpets to fruits, jewelry to slaves, all showcasing rich ethnic flavors.


    Bo Muer bought two slices of Hami melon, skewering them with bamboo sticks and offering one to Chi Ying, who laughed, "How can I eat this?"


    He ate it himself, suggesting, "Let''s see if the Bashang merchants have yak jerky. It''s rare in Central China."


    "No need," Chi Ying protested, "Stop spending money on me. It makes me uneasy."


    Ignoring her, Bo Muer bought two pounds of yak jerky and headed to another stall.


    Chi Ying called out, "Bo Muer!"


    He paused, and she caught up, standing in front of him, "You saved my life, and I''m grateful. Over these months, I''ve considered you a benefactor and friend. Can''t we part as friends? Buying all these things implies you''re afraid I''ll forget you. How could I forget you? From Gan Prefecture to Borjigit is just half a day''s ride. We can meet anytime."


    Bo Muer asked, "Will you really want to see me again?"


    "Why wouldn''t I?"


    Bo Muer smiled bitterly, "Even if you do, your husband won''t allow it. Better not see each other anymore."


    Chi Ying wanted to argue that the King wasn''t petty, but recalling his jealousy, she realized he wouldn''t tolerate Bo Muer. "Alright," she conceded sadly, "You''re right. It''s better not to drag things out. It''s unfair to you and displeasing to the King."


    Bo Muer silently stroked Cui Xian''s soft hair.


    Chi Ying reached for her daughter, but Bo Muer hesitated. Laughing, she said, "Can''t bear to part with Xiaonian? How about marrying her to you when she grows up? You are her savior, and she hasn''t been betrothed yet. She seems quite attached to you, like a little bride."


    Bo Muer joked, "Since she''s a child bride, I''ll take her home."


    Chi Ying laughed, "No way! Xiaonian won''t be a child bride. If you want to marry her, you''ll have to be the groom coming here."


    Compared to one''s mother-in-law, it��s truly rare to find something bigger. Bo Mu''er also laughed along, his smile tinged with loneliness as he said, "Then I should leave a token of our love for her." He took out the hairpin he had bought for Chi Ying earlier and waved it in front of Xiao Cuiyan. Seeing the shiny object, Xiao Cuiyan immediately beamed and reached out to grab it. Bo Mu''er then placed the hairpin into her hands.


    Chi Ying didn''t know whether to laugh or cry, saying, "That won��t do. Yan is too young; it''s unsafe for her to hold such a sharp object. Over there, you can just get her a toy from the stall."

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    There was a small stand on the street where people could try their hand at throwing hoops. The blue cloth, washed so many times it had faded, displayed various cloth-made toys like little tigers, rabbits, and dogs. Taller items included clay figurines and porcelain vases, while at the back were more valuable items like gold and silver ingots, bracelets, and hairpins. Chi Ying had seen such stalls in the capital before, but due to Changsun Tai''s strict upbringing, she and Lingfang were never allowed to play freely on the streets, leaving her yearning for years without ever trying.


    Chi Ying, eager to give it a go, said, "Let''s play that. I''ve wanted to try it since I was little." Bo Mu''er glanced over but wasn��t particularly interested. However, noticing a jade shop behind the stall, he decided to agree and followed her over.


    The vendor wore hundreds of bamboo rings on his left arm and shouted loudly, "Come see! Gold and jewels, antiques and toys, whatever you win is yours, no cheating! Ten copper coins for one ring, cheap! Don''t you want to test your skills?"


    Chi Ying squeezed through the crowd happily, and Bo Mu''er bought her ten rings, asking, "Is this enough?"


    "Enough, enough," Chi Ying replied, taking them. Seeing him retreat to the outer edge, she asked, "Aren��t you going to try?"


    Bo Mu''er lifted Xiao Cuiyan higher, "Too crowded here, it''s not good for the child. I''ll wait outside for you."


    Chi Ying wasn��t worried about him taking Xiao Cuiyan away and nodded, playing enthusiastically. Bo Mu''er, seeing her attention diverted, entered the jade shop with Xiao Cuiyan, intending to buy a longevity lock for her.


    At that moment, Cui Yi rode ahead into Juxia Pass, asking everyone if they had seen a man from the Busha tribe carrying a woman with a child. Unfortunately, such families were common, and no one paid special attention. Despite his efforts, he found no leads.


    Cao Qian arrived shortly after and found Cui Yi wandering aimlessly around town. He approached and said, "Your Highness, we found no traces of Lady and the Busha leader from Selun River to Juxia Pass. With guards watching the exit routes, they couldn��t have escaped."


    Cui Yi grunted, suspiciously scanning the surroundings, feeling that Chi Ying must be nearby. Indeed, she was close by, enjoying the hoop-throwing game.


    "Your Highness, perhaps you should sit down for some tea and rest. I��ll inform the governor of Gan Prefecture to search the city thoroughly?" Cao Qian suggested.


    Cui Yi licked his lips, genuinely thirsty but shook his head, "No, if we send troops to search, Chi Ying might think I��m hunting her down and hide even more. Water flask."


    Cao Qian handed him the water flask from his saddle, and Cui Yi drank deeply, wiping his face. Just as he prepared to continue searching, he spotted a tall young man emerging from the jade shop, dressed similarly to the Busha guards and holding a child. Recognizing Xiao Cuiyan, Cui Yi rushed over, shouting, "Stop!"


    Bo Mu''er didn��t realize it was directed at him and was only a few steps down the stairs when Cui Yi reached him, demanding angrily, "Give me Yan!"


    Reflexively protecting the child, Bo Mu''er glared at the stranger, noting his armor, imposing figure, and fierce expression. He sneered, "Who are you? Do you plan to snatch a child in broad daylight?"


    Cui Yi��s eyes blazed, "Where is Chi Ying? Return my daughter, you despicable opportunist!"


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    Upon hearing Chi Ying��s name, Bo Mu''er understood who he was but felt insulted by being labeled an adulterer. Such a distrustful and aggressive person didn��t deserve someone as gentle as Chi Ying. He retorted, "Return her? This is my daughter."


    Cui Yi exploded with anger, "Nonsense! Yan is clearly my daughter. How dare you claim her as yours! Are you tired of living?"


    His loud voice and menacing demeanor frightened Xiao Cuiyan, who began to cry and burrowed into Bo Mu''er��s arms. Bo Mu''er provocatively raised his chin, "You scared my daughter."


    Cui Yi was furious, nearly wanting to punch him but was restrained by Cao Qian, "Your Highness, don��t act rashly! If you hurt the princess, how will we find Lady? She hasn��t been located yet."


    "Bo Mu''er! Where are you��Eh? General Cao... Your Highness!" Chi Ying emerged from the crowd, shocked to see them confronting each other on the steps.


    Cui Yi, overjoyed, momentarily forgot about Bo Mu''er and embraced Chi Ying, "Chi Ying!"


    Chi Ying, equally surprised and happy, buried her face in his chest, sobbing, "Your Highness... I��m sorry!"


    Cui Yi held her tightly, stammering, "As long as you��re safe, everything else can wait. Let��s go home, let��s go home first."


    Cao Qian gave Bo Mu''er a mocking glance, questioning whose daughter Xiao Cuiyan really was. Bo Mu''er ignored him, soothing Xiao Cuiyan.


    As the excitement subsided, Chi Ying remembered something important, wiped her tears, and introduced them, "Your Highness, this is Bo Mu''er, our savior and the leader of the Busha tribe. Bo Mu''er, this is the father of Yan, His Highness, and this is General Cao, His Highness�� trusted aide."


    Cui Yi eyed Bo Mu''er with disdain, recalling Sang Duo��s malicious words and the recent confrontation, filled with resentment and no gratitude. Bo Mu''er, however, acted as if Cui Yi didn��t exist, asking Chi Ying, "Did you finish? What did you win?"


    "Nothing, just for fun," Chi Ying showed her empty hands.


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow, "What did you throw?"


    Bo Mu''er handed Xiao Cuiyan back to her, "Whatever you want, I��ll win it for you."


    Cui Yi instantly flared up again, "It��s my turn now! Get out of the way! I��ll do it myself!"


    They both pushed through the crowd, determined to outdo each other. Chi Ying stood outside, exasperated, "Remember to pay!"


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    Men, everywhere is a battlefield, in business, court, palace�� every corner of the street.


    "Move aside!" Cui Yi shoved his way through, causing complaints but finally reached the stall. Picking up a rag doll, he asked the vendor, "How much for this?"


    Bo Mu''er scoffed, telling the vendor, "Give me ten rings."


    The vendor counted the rings for him while explaining to Cui Yi, "Sir, these aren��t for sale. You throw the rings to win prizes. Ten coins per ring. Want to try?"


    Still confused, Cui Yi watched Bo Mu''er effortlessly win a five-tael silver ingot, drawing cheers from the crowd. Instantly understanding, he demanded, "Give me ten rings!"


    The vendor handed him the rings, and Cui Yi imitated Bo Mu''er, winning another silver ingot. The vendor��s face turned green; these precise throws meant losing his most valuable items. Bo Mu''er smirked, tossing two rings simultaneously, winning two vases amidst applause.


    Cui Yi snorted dismissively, "Show-off." Taking three rings, he threw them, landing on a bracelet, brush washer, and bronze goblet. Cheers erupted again. Bo Mu''er frowned, using all seven rings in one swift motion, winning almost all the valuable items.


    Cui Yi gritted his teeth, reaching for more rings but realized he needed more. Turning to the vendor, he ordered, "Ten more rings!"


    The vendor cried, "Mercy, sir! I��ve lost all my valuables. I can��t afford to lose more!"


    Impatient, Cui Yi snapped, "Enough talk! Give them to me!"


    Chi Ying, finally squeezing through with Xiao Cuiyan, heard his tone and intervened, "Please, this is a small business. Let��s go."


    Reluctantly, Cui Yi agreed, planning to deal with Bo Mu''er later. They left, Chi Ying paying 100 coins. The vendor thanked her profusely, "Lady, you are truly kind! Good fortune awaits you!"


    Bo Mu''er picked up a cloth rabbit for Xiao Cuiyan, who giggled happily. The vendor bowed, "Take anything you need, please come again!"


    Outside, Cui Yi ignored Bo Mu''er, instructing Cao Qian, "Rent a carriage, we��re leaving."


    Chi Ying hesitated, "So soon? It��s getting dark. Why don��t we eat together? We should thank Sang Duo and Bo Mu''er for their care. It would be rude to leave without saying goodbye."


    Cao Qian returned with the carriage, and Cui Yi, seeing Bo Mu''er amusing Xiao Cuiyan, scowled, "Not appropriate to leave like this? Or do you not want to go? I��ve been searching for you for three months, rushing here upon hearing news. Not to watch you flirt with another man!"


    "What!" Bo Mu''er exploded.


    Chi Ying quickly explained, "Not like that. Your Highness misunderstands, he��s just a friend."


    Cui Yi jealously retorted, "Just a friend? When I went to the Busha tribe, they told me you were preparing to marry their leader. Is this untrue?"


    Chi Ying gasped, "Who said that? I never said such things!"


    Bo Mu''er sneered, "Even if true, if you hadn��t shown up, Chi Ying would stay with us. Even Yan would consider me her father, not you."


    "Bo Mu''er!" Chi Ying raised her voice, shocked, "How can you say that? You promised to part as friends!"


    Bo Mu''er unrepentant, "I changed my mind. A hot-tempered man like you doesn��t deserve her. I can do better. Come with me, I��ll take care of you both."


    Cui Yi roared, "Never! Chi Ying is my lawfully wedded wife. She��s not yours to take. Chi Ying, come here!"


    Bo Mu''er snapped, "Are you calling a dog?" As Chi Ying moved, he grabbed her arm, "Don��t go!"


    Chi Ying wrenched free, "Stop it! I won��t remarry. Yan has only one father. Your kindness will be repaid, but not with marriage!"


    Cui Yi smiled victoriously, "Heard that?"


    Chi Ying glared, "Your Highness, don��t push it. If not for Bo Mu''er, we��d be dead. Don��t forget that!"


    Both men fell silent, exchanging hostile glances.


    Cao Qian announced, "Carriage ready, shall we depart?" Chi Ying looked pleadingly at Cui Yi, who reluctantly agreed, "Tomorrow then. Let��s eat first."

 he clenched his fists tightly

    Entering the inn, Cui Yi practiced swordsmanship downstairs before returning upstairs, finding Chi Ying washing diapers. He offered, "Let me help."


    "You?" Chi Ying laughed, "Your Highness, such tasks are beneath you."


    Cui Yi insisted, "If you, once a noble lady, can do it, why can��t I?"


    Chi Ying yielded, letting him wash while she changed clothes. Cui Yi clumsily stirred the water, declaring it clean, but Chi Ying corrected him, "Smell it. Still smells."


    Embarrassed, Cui Yi rinsed it again and hung it up. Chi Ying confirmed it was clean, and he dried his hands, asking, "Have you been doing this alone?"


    Chi Ying replied, "Sang Duo helped sometimes, but everyone needs to do their share. She��s a princess, but still does chores."


    Cui Yi nodded silently, embracing her from behind, whispering, "Thank you for your hard work."


    Chi Ying smiled, touching his head, which he dodged, pretending seriousness. Their eyes met, filled with months of longing. Words became unnecessary as they shared a deep kiss, conveying their emotions.


    The next day, they planned to formally bid farewell to Sang Duo. Now with Cui Yi present, they could leave openly. Chi Ying hoped Sang Duo would understand.


    "Your Highness, Lady, time to go," Cao Qian called from the corridor. Cui Yi kicked open the door, carrying Chi Ying out.


    Cao Qian was speechless. Chi Ying sighed, knowing reconciliation between the two men was impossible.


    Show off your love so brightly that it blinds people. "Zhongxing, take the things and let''s go." Cui Yi didn''t notice his confidant''s unbearable expression at all, hugging his wife and daughter as he strode downstairs, causing a stir.


    Chi Ying felt like she had lost face for her past life as well. Fortunately, Cui Yi had long legs and large strides, directly passing through the hall to the backyard, placing her on Jinwu��s back before mounting himself and riding out grandly.


    "Your Highness should not drink so much wine in the future; this is simply..."


    "It''s not about the wine, it''s because of that damned Ten-Complete Tonic Soup."


    Chi Ying''s face was burning hot enough to boil water, but Cui Yi looked refreshed and energetic. Upon reaching the city outskirts station, he placed Chi Ying into the carriage again.


    "Why did you bring an army?" After setting off, Chi Ying heard the noise from behind and peered out, startled, "Your Highness, bringing so many people will scare them!"


    Cui Yi rode beside the carriage, his black cloak flapping in the wind. "They''ve already been scared. The Bogijik grasslands are the border area between Great Chu and Northern Di. If we don��t bring troops, what if the Northern Di discover us?"


    Chi Ying thought it made sense. Bumu had returned the previous night and informed their tribe of their intentions. They shouldn''t fight when they met again.


    Unexpectedly, upon arriving at the Seler Riverbank, all the Boxia tents were gone. Bumu had led the tribe away after returning. Chi Ying squatted on the hillside, gazing at the golden river, sighing, "After this parting, who knows if we''ll meet again."


    Cui Yi stood behind her, the wind blowing his black cloak loudly. "We will meet," he said firmly, looking towards the horizon. "When I reclaim the Central Plains and seize the throne, I will reunify the northern grasslands within my lifetime, and then you can see them again."


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    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, teasing, "Your Highness speaks boldly. Be careful not to bite your tongue in the wind."


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes, smiling warmly and confidently, "Don''t you believe me?"


    "No," Chi Ying shook her head with a smile, "Even our founding emperor couldn''t conquer it��Ah! Your Highness, what are you doing!"


    Cui Yi held her waist with one hand and tickled her armpit with the other, asking mischievously, "One more chance, do you believe or not?"


    Chi Ying laughed until tears streamed down her face, quickly conceding, "Believe! Believe! I believe, Your Highness, please let go, there are so many people watching below��"


    Below, a thousand Yanzhou soldiers stopped to watch. Cao Qian coughed and said, "Do not look at what is improper!" The soldiers echoed, "Do not look at what is improper��!"


    Cui Yi: "��"


    Chi Ying: "��" It seemed she wouldn''t have any face left in her next life either.


    "Alright, no more fooling around, let''s go home." Cui Yi held her shoulder, walking down the hill together.


    The grayish-yellow grassland resembled a smooth animal skin. When the wind blew, the withered grass rolled rhythmically, like waves, carrying a pleasant scent, hinting at the approaching spring, refreshing and invigorating.


    Leaning against the carriage window, Chi Ying watched the scenery, suddenly realizing something was wrong. She hurriedly lifted the curtain and asked, "Where are we going? Aren''t we returning to Ganzhou?"


    Cui Yi, leading the way on horseback, shouted back, "To Yanzhou!"


    Chi Ying was instantly blown away by the news.


    "Why Yanzhou��!"


    "Because I am now the Yan Prefecture Governor��!"


    In the opposite direction, the Boxia tribe was migrating towards the northwest Chaoyan Mountains. After a night of travel, they were exhausted. Bumu ordered a rest in a sheltered slope, eating before continuing. He rode out to patrol nearby.


    Nayang circled above him, soon followed by Sangduo, "Brother!"


    Bumu reined in his horse, Sangduo catching up breathlessly, "Brother, where is Chi Ying? You went out together, why didn''t she return? And why did you make everyone migrate overnight without explanation? This isn''t like you!"


    "Answer me one question first." Bumu''s voice was cold, his expression grim.


    Seldom seeing him like this, Sangduo lowered her voice, "What is it, what question?"


    Bumu stared at his sister, asking slowly, "Was someone telling that man while I was away that Chi Ying agreed to marry me, and we would get married when we returned?"


    Sangduo''s lips trembled, stepping back fearfully, "Brother��"


    Bumu instantly understood, "Did you say it? Did you say it!?"


    Sangduo, panicking, stepped back repeatedly, "Brother, I�� I thought you two would be together. Weren''t you always close? That man is rude and clumsy, showing no manners. I just wanted to provoke him, making him slink away in shame��"


    Bumu asked coldly, "Do you know who he is?"


    Sangduo shrugged nonchalantly, "He calls himself ��This King,�� not sure which king he is. Even if he was Chi Ying��s man before, he must have treated her badly. Staying with us is better than returning to him."


    "He is the Martial King of Great Chu!" Bumu roared, "A war god who alone repelled three thousand Northern Di soldiers, Wu Wang Cui Yi! You got your wish, but instead of keeping Chi Ying, you offended this scourge. If we don��t leave immediately, do you want to wait here to die?"


    Sangduo was terrified, covering her mouth with both hands, "What? He�� then��"


    Bumu was filled with anger and bitterness over losing his beloved to another man. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn''t calm down. "Chi Ying never intended to stay. Her heart belongs only to that man. I saved her life, yet I mean less to her than a man who abandoned her in times of trouble."


    No matter how well he treated her or her child, it couldn''t change her feelings. Just thinking of her defending that man and glaring at him made him unable to bear it!


    "��Brother, I��m sorry," Sangduo bowed her head, wringing her hands, "I was wrong, I��m sorry."


    Bumu turned his horse without a word, continuing to patrol. Where his sister couldn''t see, he clenched his fists tightly.


    He almost believed that Cui Yi would eventually march south, wiping him and his tribesmen off this grassland. As long as he existed, it would be a thorn in that man''s side. No man could tolerate another man coveting his woman.


    But beyond that, a greater danger was looming, unexpected by anyone.


    After a long journey, Chi Ying was finally brought back to Yan Prefecture. As soon as she stepped out of the carriage, she was embraced by Xiaqiu, who cried loudly, "Madam!"


    Xiaqiu was deeply attached to her, almost fainting from crying. Nongyue held Xiao Cui Xian aside, smiling, "Alright, alright, let Madam rest. She must be tired after the long carriage ride."


    Apart from these two maids, Yang Qiong and Xie Yong also came to greet her, unexpected visitors.


    "When did Mr. Yang come to Yanzhou?" Chi Ying asked in surprise.


    Yang Qiong smiled, "I followed right after Your Highness and Madam left the capital."


    Chi Ying slapped her forehead, "Look at me, I wasn''t careful when checking the roster."


    Cao Qian had led the troops to the barracks first and arrived later. Hearing their conversation, he said, "Among the eight thousand troops allocated by the Ministry of War, Brother Yang wasn''t listed. General Dai secretly replaced him, changing the roster without informing anyone. Not even Your Highness knew until arriving in Yanzhou."


    Chi Ying suddenly understood, turning her gaze to Xie Yong, her smile intriguing, "Mr. Xie, how have you been?"


    Xie Yong bowed slightly, "Thank you for remembering me. I��m relieved to see Madam safe and sound."


    Everyone knew Chi Ying disappeared from the Xie family, inevitably implicating them. But without direct evidence and needing the Xie family''s financial support, they had to endure. Now that Chi Ying was back, Xiaqiu was the first to confront him, "Relieved? I think you were worried. Without you, how could Madam disappear for so long?"


    Xie Yong remained calm, "What does Miss Xiaqiu mean? Are you suggesting Madam''s disappearance has something to do with me? We have no grudge, why would I harm Madam?"


    Xiaqiu was about to argue further, but Chi Ying stopped her, "Xiaqiu, I haven��t eaten your steamed pork buns in a long time. Why don��t you buy some ribs and prepare some welcoming dishes for me?"


    "��Alright." Following her mistress''s wishes, Xiaqiu reluctantly left.


    Once Xiaqiu was gone, Chi Ying smiled ambiguously, "The person who forced me away may not have been Mr. Xie, but as the eldest son of the Xie family, saying you knew nothing is unbelievable. I��ll assume you were powerless to resist Lady Ye and thus chose to stand idly by."


    Unexpectedly, Xie Yong maintained his innocent tone, "Madam jests. I truly knew nothing. If I did, even if I couldn��t stop it at the time, I could have told Your Highness after leaving Xuancheng. How could Madam suffer for months? Why would I be standing here greeting Madam?"


    Chi Ying smirked, declining to comment on his defense, glancing around, "Where is Master Bai?"

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    Those who shouldn��t be here were present, while those who should weren��t. Curiously, Chi Ying asked, "Master Bai?"


    Everyone exchanged puzzled glances. Chi Ying was even more confused, "Nongyue, where is Master Bai?"


    Nongyue awkwardly stammered, "Master Bai�� says�� he�� quits."


    "Quits?" Chi Ying burst out laughing, "What does quitting mean? Is it because the monthly salary is too low? Or was he upset with the Princess?"


    Yang Qiong, bold enough to risk Cui Yi''s wrath, replied, "Princess hasn��t caused much trouble recently. Mainly, it was Your Highness who upset Master Bai."


    Cui Yi looked bewildered, "How could I upset him? I wasn��t even here. Was it you guys who caused trouble and blamed it on me, thinking I wouldn��t care?"


    Yang Qiong imitated Bai Lizan��s tone, "Your Highness treats me like livestock. No, no, I��d rather go back to farming. At least livestock work is done by oxen."


    Chi Ying laughed heartily. Cui Yi, embarrassed and angry, exclaimed, "Who treated you like livestock! My chief strategist is a position for livestock? Where is he? Let him come out! I want to confront him face-to-face!"


    "Madam!"


    As if summoned, Bai Lizan appeared from the corner, tearfully complaining, "Madam, you��re finally back! If you hadn��t returned, I couldn��t live anymore!"


    Chi Ying couldn��t help but laugh, "Master Bai, what grievances do you have? Let��s go inside first. Nongyue, ask the kitchen to prepare some porridge. Little Xian will be hungry soon, and I can��t spare time."


    Nongyue smiled and left. Yang Qiong and Xie Yong returned to their duties. Chi Ying invited Bai Lizan inside, offering him tea and seating him. Bai Lizan, looking tragic, resembled a widow wronged for decades, ignoring Cui Yi completely, starting his complaint, "Madam, you don��t know how miserable my life has been since your disappearance!"


    Cui Yi protested, "How so? Did I shortchange you or restrict your freedom? I entrusted you with managing Yan Prefecture. You hold a high position, what more could you want?"


    Bai Lizan pretended not to hear, sobbing, "In the capital, you managed household affairs, and I helped occasionally. I could feed cats and enjoy tea and chess. But in Yanzhou, I sleep only two hours a day, waking up before dawn to review documents until the gatekeepers fall asleep. Meals are taken on-site, and I dare not linger in the restroom, fearing chaos caused by Your Highness and Miss Xie��"Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    He still called Xie Yuchan "Miss Xie," refusing to acknowledge her status as Princess. Still considering Chi Ying the lady of the house, Chi Ying appreciated his loyalty but corrected, "You should call her Princess."


    Bai Lizan looked even more miserable, "Not anymore. Before Your Highness left, you locked her and her two maidservants in prison. Is this humane?"


    Chi Ying winced, "This�� seems a bit��"


    "Now, all the maids are arranged by the Xie family. Any slip-up could cause disaster! Your Highness left after locking them up. Who else could clean up the mess? How do I explain Princess��s disappearance and Your Highness��s absence? How do I face Young Master Xie? This life is unbearable!"


    Bai Lizan vented his frustrations, sighed, stood up, and bowed, "Miss Xie and the others are still in prison. Only the guards know they��re locked up. Now that Madam is back, I��m done. Take care, Madam." Without waiting for Cui Yi, he left.


    Cui Yi: "��"


    Chi Ying: "Cough, cough! Your Highness."


    Cui Yi snapped back to reality, turning to her with an unnatural neck, "I��ve had enough of her. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, either her or me."


    Chi Ying almost cried, "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers? Shouldn��t I say that? Miss Xie might be harsh to us, but she has always been considerate to Your Highness. How can you not tolerate her?"


    Cui Yi slammed the table angrily, "It��s all Master Bai��s idea! To pretend to be sick to avoid her. But she kept sending me tonic soup, forcing me to drink it all. My nose even bled. Is this living?"


    Chi Ying calmed him down, "Alright, alright, everyone has their difficulties. Your Highness has worked hard. Let��s first persuade Master Bai back. I can��t handle this alone. How about inviting everyone for dinner tonight to discuss this matter?"


    "Whatever you decide, I��ll follow," Cui Yi distractedly agreed.


    That evening, Chi Ying gathered everyone in the Yan Prefecture Martial Palace to discuss handling Xie Yuchan and the Xie family. Xie Yong wasn��t invited, dining alone in his room.


    Seeing the ��sumptuous�� dishes, Chi Ying nearly cried, "You�� eat this every day?"


    Seven or eight dishes, mostly wild vegetables, mushrooms, and dried bamboo shoots, with a basket of buns in the center. The only meat was a skinny chicken.


    Chi Ying opened a bun, finding leek and egg filling, recalling her days of mutton soup in the Boxia tribe, tears almost fell. Xiaqiu apologized guiltily, "Forgive me, Mistress. I searched the entire market but found no open butcher shops."


    Bai Lizan sighed dramatically, "Life��"


    Cui Yi, with a stern face, continued, "��is indeed not livable."


    Chi Ying, moved to tears, laughed, "Let��s sit and eat. Xiaqiu, Nongyue, join us."


    Nongyue waved her hands, "No, no, I��m a servant, how can I dine with masters?"


    Bai Lizan joked, "Only Your Highness is the master here. We��re all servants. Don��t worry."


    Xiaqiu and Nongyue hesitantly sat down. Cui Yi, indifferent, "Discuss among yourselves. Does my presence matter?"


    Chi Ying chuckled, "It��s not like that. Everyone gathers to offer advice. The final decision rests with you. We can��t make decisions for you."


    Cui Yi impatiently poured wine, "Didn��t I say you decide? What else?"


    "Your Highness," Chi Ying said seriously, "Remember what you said that night in the Xie family courtyard? Now, you��re the master. Can I make all decisions for you, even if you become Emperor?"


    Cui Yi froze, and everyone present tensed. Cao Qian asked cautiously, "Your Highness��"


    Cui Yi quickly regained composure, raising his cup, "I haven��t forgotten. Madam is right. I was wrong. Let��s drink first."


    Everyone hesitated with their cups, but Cui Yi drank his wine, playing with the porcelain cup, asking softly, "If I rebel, what are your plans?"


    Rebellion isn��t like fighting, hunting, or waging war. Failure means death, and success brings glory. But failure could label them as rebels, traitors, or worse, affecting future generations.


    Chi Ying scanned the room, understanding their concerns, and spoke, "We can��t call it rebellion. Your mother was Empress Xiaolian, and you are the rightful heir. If not for her early death, the throne wouldn��t belong to the Crown Prince."


    "Throne or anything else doesn��t belong to anyone by birthright," Bai Lizan interjected.


    Cui Yi frowned, ready to explode, but Chi Ying smiled, "Master Bai is right. The capable shall ascend. The Crown Prince earned his position through merit, learning, and kindness, favored by the late emperor and officials alike. That��s power."

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    Cui Yi grew angrier, "Whose side are you on?"


    "The Crown Prince took your place with strength. If you defeat him and claim the throne, it will also be through strength," Bai Lizan raised his cup, "The throne belongs to the capable." Finishing his wine.


    Cui Yi realized they were acting out this scene. If it were about expanding territory or defending the country, Cao and Yang would follow loyally. Rebellion, however, was different. Rather than forcing them to agree reluctantly or creating rifts, it was better to address their concerns directly.


    Chi Ying explained, "Rather than rebellion, Your Highness is the legitimate heir. If you ever claim the throne, it will be through capability."


    The concerns of everyone were laid out on the table. If they still weren''t willing, then it was best to part ways and each pursue their own future. However, Houcheng''s words weren''t over yet. She continued slowly, "Since ancient times, the victors write history, and the defeated are forgotten. The Crown Prince is cunning and ruthless, smiling with a hidden dagger behind his back. He even guards against those close to him, and for the throne, he would kill his own father and unborn child. What good end could await those who do not support him? From the moment we pledged our allegiance to the King, we should have been prepared for the day when the Crown Prince might smear our names. To fight, there is at least a fifty percent chance of being remembered in history; not to fight means enduring eternal infamy."


    These words cut off all retreat for everyone. Either press forward blindly, perhaps seeing the light one day, or wait to be remembered as villains for eternity. After she finished speaking, there was silence at the table for at least a breath. No one spoke.


    "Does Your Majesty think my chances of winning are only fifty percent?" Cui Yi grumbled unhappily.


    Houcheng smiled slightly, "It''s not up to me to say, but rather the generals. In any case, I''m on the same boat as you, so even if your chances are zero, how far could I run?"


    "You''re right," Cao Qian replied, coming back to his senses. Raising his cup solemnly, he said, "Since the day I joined His Majesty, I swore in my heart that I would willingly give my life for him, fighting to the death on the battlefield. Whatever His Majesty asks of me, I will never refuse!"


    Baili Zan chuckled, "Let''s not talk about death. We follow His Majesty for glory and comfort in our later years. If we die, we gain nothing, and wouldn''t we just be working for free?"


    Cao Qian awkwardly "uh-ed," while Houcheng also laughed, "Absolutely, we need to live well and consider how we were driven out of the capital. How can we not avenge this humiliation?"


    Everyone at the table couldn''t help laughing, easing the previous tension. Cui Yi raised his cup again, and this time everyone drank.


    As for how to deal with Xie Yuchan and explain it to the Xie family, Houcheng believed that since things had already come to a head, they might as well go all in. Xie Yuchan was already in Yanzhou as the Wu King��s consort, and the Xie family couldn''t turn back to support the Crown Prince. Even if their daughter was mistreated, they could only swallow their grievances. As Xiaoqiu put it, it was "the mother repaying her debt through her daughter."


    But Baili Zan thought that after so many years of planning by Xie Xiao, he wouldn''t give up because of a small setback. There had been precedents of daughters marrying into two different families. Given that Cui Jie still heavily relied on Changsun Tai, as long as Xie Xiao had more daughters to send to the palace, it couldn''t be said that the Xie family was completely tied to the Wu King��s ship. They still needed to be cautious.


    "Even if Xie Xiao has other daughters, they aren��t from his main wife, right? Would he sacrifice his main daughter to let a concubine''s daughter enter the palace as an imperial consort?" Houcheng doubted. After all, they hadn''t seen the second Miss Xie on the day they arrived in Xuanzhou. If Xie Yuchan had a full sister, their relationship should have been close, and she would surely have come to greet them. "Even if he��s willing, Lady Ye wouldn��t agree."


    Xiaoqiu muttered angrily, "That scorpion-hearted witch! I��ll make a voodoo doll to curse her!"


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    Cui Yi suddenly said, "Lady Ye... wouldn��t agree. The Zongzheng Temple wouldn��t approve either. To enter the palace as a consort, one must be a legitimate daughter. But becoming the king��s consort isn��t necessarily so strict."


    Everyone was stunned for a moment. Yang Qiong reacted first, "Your Majesty means the Seventh King?"


    Houcheng realized��right, Cui Jie wasn��t the Xie family��s only fallback. There was also the Seventh King, Cui Xiang! Cui Xiang was born to Consort Duan and was related to the Xie family. If Cui Yi wasn��t reliable, the Xie family might very well lean towards Consort Duan and Cui Xiang.


    How could they forget this? Last year, they had considered pushing Xie Yuchan onto Consort Duan, but now they had forgotten about this competitor.


    Baili Zan sighed, "It seems that what Lady said left an indelible impression on Master Yang."


    Yang Qiong blushed and waved his hands, "No, no, I just happened to think of it."


    Houcheng couldn''t help laughing, "Master Yang, don��t worry. You��re not the first to ��almost achieve merit.�� When Mr. Cheng wanted to marry off his daughter to win over the King, we also considered General Cao."


    "What?" Cao Qian choked on his drink, coughing violently.


    Yang Qiong��s expression changed, "Mr. Cheng refers to..." "Chancellor Cheng Hu," Cui Yi recalled, still somewhat disgruntled. "You two guessed wrongly. I almost lost face in front of Mr. Cheng."


    Baili Zan smiled, "This is the benefit of being a strategist. You don��t have to worry about being sold out by your master, and if you accidentally sell out your master, you don��t have to worry either."


    Houcheng pretended to be serious, "Your Majesty, during your absence, Mr. Baili worked hard. Why not find him a matchmaker in Yanzhou to find a suitable bride? Maybe we��ll get to eat better meat next time." Baili Zan immediately cried out, "Mercy, Lady! Such matters should be done in order. If there are noble ladies available, General Cao should be first."


    Cao Qian nearly spat out his drink again, hurriedly wiping his mouth, "No, no! I��m just a rough man, unfit for noble ladies. Brother Yang is more suitable, fitting in terms of status. Brother Yang should go first!"


    Yang Qiong looked dazed, seemingly deep in thought, not hearing them. Houcheng took the opportunity to wrap up, "We won��t talk about achievements for now. Does anyone have a better idea on how to handle Miss Xie?"


    Everyone at the table pondered silently. After a while, Nongyue spoke up, "Your Majesty, Lady, I have an idea."


    "Let��s hear it."


    "Since we shouldn��t completely fall out with the Xie family, why not use the same tactic they used on Lady? We can spread rumors about her, giving us a reason to deal with her."


    Nongyue, though lowborn and uneducated, knew how to manipulate others from her experience in the palace. Seeing everyone listening attentively, she elaborated, "Mr. Baili said the Consort went out with His Majesty. Now His Majesty has returned with Lady, but the Consort hasn��t. It looks like she got lost. A few days later, when she returns, dressed poorly and injured, looking as if she��s been assaulted, we can bribe a doctor to claim she��s gone mad. Then we can lock her up legitimately, avenging ourselves without falling out with the Xie family."


    Baili Zan��s eyes lit up, clapping his hands, "Good plan. His Majesty rushed to find Lady upon hearing she was found. The Consort, enraged, ignored our warnings and chased after him. Along the way, she encountered bandits, suffered abuse, barely escaped, and returned to the palace. Now she��s plagued by nightmares, unable to bear strangers, otherwise, she goes mad. His Majesty, helpless, had to let her stay alone in a small courtyard to recover. This way, we satisfy our revenge without breaking ties with the Xie family."


    Xiaoqiu, eager to see Xie Yuchan suffer, cheered, "Exactly, let��s do it! Don��t take the beating away from me. That harridan bullied my lady repeatedly. I need to slap her a hundred times to vent my anger!"


    Cui Yi didn��t understand such intricate plots, but as long as he didn��t have to see Xie Yuchan��s ugly face, he was fine. Just as he was about to nod, Houcheng hesitated, "The plan is good, but girls value their reputation..."


    "Don��t feel sympathy for such people," Cao Qian angrily said. "When Lady wasn��t around, that shrew said much worse things. Even if she really suffered abuse, it��s her karma."


    Houcheng nodded, "Alright, if everyone agrees, let��s proceed."


    The next morning, Xiaoqiu and Nongyue were eager, waiting for Houcheng��s command to deal with Xie Yuchan. Houcheng sat before a mirror, exasperated, "You two are ridiculous. Why are you more excited about hitting people than any man? Especially you, Xiaoqiu, stop jumping around. Didn��t I teach you to be dignified?"


    "Dignified? I only know revenge. Isn��t that right, Miss?" Xiaoqiu was playing with Little Cuixian, who was giggling happily after a meal.


    Houcheng placed the jade hairpin, picked up her daughter, "Alright, alright, go ahead. Remember, don��t hit too hard. Killing her would be troublesome."


    Xiaoqiu darted out like a sparrow, "Don��t worry, I��ll be careful."


    According to Baili Zan, since the Consort was supposedly captured by bandits, her injuries should be mostly bruises and slaps. Xiaoqiu originally planned to do it herself, leaving Xie Yuchan bruised, but that would look like a woman��s work. So, they decided to hire two rough men to do the job, with Xiaoqiu supervising and reporting back to Houcheng.


    Houcheng wasn��t idle either. Since Xie Yuchan was out of the picture, the maidservants sent by the Xie family needed to be dealt with. Nongyue, experienced in disciplining palace maids, took charge.


    Three rows of maidservants stood nervously in the courtyard. Houcheng sat in the middle, signaling Nongyue, who stepped forward, sternly ordering, "Raise your heads!"


    The maidservants timidly lifted their heads, unsure of what they had done wrong.


    Houcheng felt powerless. Lady Ye had spared no effort to ensure her words didn��t come true. Where did she find so many unattractive maids?


    "You are all servants of the Wu King��s household. Though the Xie family sent you here, it is the King and Lady who provide your food, shelter, and wages. Who is your true master?" Nongyue walked among them, pointing at one maid, "Who is your master?"


    The maid stammered, "His Majesty and... Consort..."


    Nongyue sneered, "Consort? What has the Consort given you? Did she make you leave your homes, become lonely, punish you for minor mistakes, or make you kneel in the courtyard? Do you enjoy being punished?"


    The maidservants panicked, kneeling and crying, "Forgive us! Lady is our true master!"


    Houcheng calmly ordered, "Stand up."


    They hesitantly rose, heads bowed, awaiting further instructions.


    "You are poor girls, far from home, in this remote place. I shouldn��t punish you," Houcheng scanned their fearful faces, "but you betrayed us, spying for the Xie family while taking wages from the King. What did the Xie family promise you?"


    After a long pause, one maid trembled, "Lady Ye threatened to imprison my father if I didn��t comply..."


    Houcheng sighed softly, "Why did Lady Ye send you here?"

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    Houcheng sighed softly, "Why did Lady Ye send you here?"


    The maid whispered, "Lady Ye told me to help the Consort, to discipline anyone trying to... seduce... His Majesty."


    "Did you carry out her orders?"


    "Not yet..."


    So, the Xie family��s intentions were clear. Neither Cui Yi nor Baili Zan wanted innocent victims. Without any "seduction attempts," these maids�� hands were clean.


    Houcheng felt relieved, nodding, "You were forced. If I send you home, the Xie family will harm your families. But keeping you here makes me uneasy. Here��s what we��ll do: if you find someone in the military camp or city whom you like, you may marry. Those unwilling can collect this month��s wages and leave freely. I��ll tell the Xie family you��re still working here, but from now on, you are free."


    The maids exchanged glances, asking hopefully, "Is this true?"


    Houcheng smiled, "Yes."


    They burst into tears of joy, bowing gratefully, "Thank you, Lady!" and hurried off to pack.


    Nongyue worried, "Isn��t this risky, Lady? What if they report back to the Xie family?"


    "No," Houcheng stroked Little Cuixian��s head gently, "no one is born a servant. Forced by circumstances and threats to their families, they acted out of necessity. Lady Ye��s harsh words likely hurt their pride. Who likes being called ugly?"


    Nongyue sighed, "You��re too kind and forgiving, which invites trouble."


    Houcheng smiled, "Kindness is good, but kindness doesn��t mean letting others bully you. Patience is key. Our primary enemy is the Emperor, not the Xie family. Once His Majesty achieves his goal, we��ll settle scores with the Xie family."


    Nongyue bowed, "You have great foresight, Lady."


    A few days later, the royal guards found the "missing Consort." Cui Yi was away, so Houcheng and Xiaoqiu went to meet them.


    Xie Yuchan disheveled and disoriented, stumbled down from the carriage, wearing tattered clothes covered by a greenish-gray cloak. Cao Qian followed the script, reporting, "Lady, we found the Consort in a dilapidated temple three miles outside the city, but..."


    At the word "Lady," Xie Yuchan erupted like a spark igniting dry grass, screaming and lunging at Houcheng, "Changsun Houcheng! You shameless wretch! You��ll pay for this!"


    Cao Qian, standing between them, turned just in time for his elbow to strike Xie Yuchan��s nose perfectly. The beautiful Consort screamed, blood gushing as she flew backward.


    Houcheng: "..."


    Xiaoqiu: "..."


    Guards rushed to help Xie Yuchan stand, bloodied and furious, "You��re all in cahoots!"


    Cao Qian ignored her, continuing, "Lady, when I found the Consort, she was being assaulted by some ruffians. Though I arrested them, she had already lost her mind, attacking anyone in sight. I had no choice but to knock her unconscious and bring her back."


    Two guards received the signal and struck Xie Yuchan unconscious.


    Houcheng sighed dramatically, "Such a tragedy... Take the Consort inside and call a doctor. Keep this incident under wraps to preserve the Wu King��s dignity."


    Xie Yong rushed out upon hearing the news, shocked by his sister��s state, "Yuchan? What happened? How could this be?"


    Cao Qian repeated his story. Xie Yong��s eyes widened, "Impossible! How could this happen... You..."


    Houcheng sympathetically said, "The Consort suffered greatly. Rest assured, we��ll find a doctor in Yanzhou to treat her."


    Xie Yong, seething with rage, accused, "How could you do this to a defenseless woman? This is despicable!"


    "Please don��t jump to conclusions," Houcheng smiled, "when Lady Ye slandered me and tried to kill me, did she ever consider my innocence? Take your complaints to her."


    Xie Yong stood dumbfounded. Houcheng turned to leave, "Xiaoqiu, prepare the northern courtyard for the Consort��s recovery. No one is to disturb her without His Majesty��s permission."


    Despite Houcheng��s instructions to keep quiet, word spread that the Consort had been captured and abused by bandits, returning mentally unstable. The news reached Xuanzhou, where Xie Xiao wrote a letter questioning Cui Yi. Cui Yi ignored it, tossing it to Baili Zan to reply, then went home hungry.


    Houcheng had been busy recently, rising earlier and sleeping later than Cui Yi. Except for meals, she was rarely at home, leaving Cui Yi feeling neglected and unhappy.


    Today was no exception. Returning home, Cui Yi found several dishes on the table, with Houcheng sitting beside it, a hand warmer on her lap, reading a book. She barely noticed his return until he coughed.


    "Reading what?" Cui Yi dragged a stool closer, peeking at her book.


    Houcheng smiled, closing the book, "Nothing, just a geography book of Yanzhou. Let��s eat."


    Cui Yi grunted unhappily, "Why does the food seem worse every day? Call the cook."


    "It��s not the cook��s fault," Houcheng served him soup, "Yanzhou is vast and sparsely populated, with scarce resources. Raising pigs is difficult here, and most meat comes from Xuanzhou. Locals mainly rely on imported meat."If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Cui Yi frowned, eating reluctantly, "I��m going home to eat."


    The book was originally priced at about a hundred copper coins per catty, but today it suddenly soared to eight hundred copper coins per catty, which is enough for half a month''s meat expenses for the Prince''s household. It''s likely that Xie Xiao raised the price on purpose after knowing his daughter had been wronged, as a warning to the Prince not to mess around." Cui Yi was surprised and said, "Xie Xiao... indeed sent a letter." Chi Ying took a bite of the dish and asked, "What did the letter say?" Cui Yi blushed and stammered, "I didn''t read it. All letters are handed over to the scholar for handling. If we can''t afford meat, what will we eat in the future?"


    "Don''t worry, I have already planned everything. Let''s finish our meal first," Chi Ying seemed completely unbothered, eating her simple meal with relish, while Cui Yi felt a mix of emotions, losing his appetite after a few bites. He slowed down with his chopsticks, and Chi Ying looked up at him, smiling, "If there''s no meat, Your Highness won''t eat?"


    Cui Yi put down his chopsticks decisively, sighing as he caressed her cheek, "It''s really unfair to make you endure such hardships by following me to this place." After leaving the capital for several months, Chi Ying''s once smooth and jade-like skin had become rough due to the northern cold winds, her cheeks no longer as round and beautiful as before. With little Cui Xian still nursing, she hadn''t slept well every night, and with her busy schedule during the day, dark circles formed under her eyes, making her look very haggard.


    Chi Ying herself didn''t seem to mind much. She casually tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled, "Your Highness, what are you talking about? They say ''marry a chicken and follow a chicken, marry a dog and follow a dog.'' How could I enjoy myself while you suffer? Let''s eat quickly. After the meal, I need to go outside the city."


    "Why do you need to go outside the city?" Cui Yi asked curiously. "Spring is approaching, and we need to cultivate the abandoned farmland outside the city," Chi Ying picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with her chopsticks and fed it to him. Cui Yi opened his mouth and ate it. "The eight thousand soldiers who followed us here all came from the Western Camp and had experience farming in the capital. Now that we''re in Yan Prefecture, although conditions are harsher, it''s not impossible to farm. Someone needs to organize and assign tasks. The first year will be tough, but things will get better gradually."


    As Cui Yi chewed on the egg, a bitter feeling rose in his throat. "Can''t someone else do it? Just find someone who understands farming. As the Princess Consort, how can you personally go to the fields?" Chi Ying smiled helplessly, "Who should I send? The scholar is already overwhelmed with official documents and letters. With insufficient manpower, I, as the Princess Consort, have no choice but to roll up my sleeves and join in. Eat your own food; are you even younger than Xian''er, needing to be fed?"


    "After the meal, I''ll first check the land outside the city to see where we can plant and where we can''t, then assign tasks to General Cao. The grains we brought from the capital are of the best quality and limited in quantity, so we mustn''t waste them." Speaking of seeds, Cui Yi recalled when they were in Xuan Prefecture, he had been furious that she carried seeds instead of food or silver. In hindsight, food only lasted temporarily, while planting seeds ensured an endless supply. Chi Ying''s approach was correct, but at the time, he was too angry to consider her feelings. During the period when Chi Ying went missing, Cui Yi almost couldn''t sleep every night, constantly thinking about her expression of endurance when he scolded her, regretting it so much that he would bang his head.


    "Chi Ying."


    "Hmm?" Chi Ying focused on her meal. Cui Yi swallowed hard and sincerely apologized, "I was wrong to lose my temper with you in Xuan Prefecture. I''m sorry." Chi Ying smiled and picked up more food for him, "What happened? I''ve forgotten. Let''s eat."


    Cui Yi felt a mix of emotions, nodding and picking up his bowl to eat heartily.


    ---


    After lunch, Cui Yi accompanied Chi Ying on a trip outside the city. Yan Prefecture was vast and sparsely populated, with long winters and short summers, limiting the annual harvests. Large tracts of land lay barren, with grass growing waist-high, making it impossible for carts to enter, forcing them to walk.


    "Can crops grow in this place?" Cui Yi doubted, looking at the hard soil that even a hoe couldn''t penetrate. Chi Ying squatted down, picked up a clod of earth, and rubbed it between her fingers, smiling, "If grass can grow, crops can too, though yields might be lower. We''ll figure something out. Yan Prefecture is too cold; even in March, it''s still snowing. Rice can''t be planted now, let''s start with wheat and wait until the weather warms up to plant rice."


    After inspecting several plots of soil, they returned to the palace in their carriage. Chi Ying called everyone, including Bailing and Shao Yong, to gather. Even Nong Yue was included. When Cui Yi saw Shao Yong, he immediately thought of his sister and whispered to Chi Ying, "Why call him here? He''s just a freeloader. Seeing him annoys me." Chi Ying poked his head back, "Everyone is busy. Why should he slack off? Sit properly; everyone is here."


    In the hall, four seats were arranged, with scholars and military officers sitting separately. Bai Lichan arrived last, holding Peach Crisp. Seeing Shao Yong take the seat of honor, he didn''t argue and sat in the lower seat. Peach Crisp jumped down lightly and meowed at Shao Yong, who reached out to pet it, but the cat ran away swiftly. Shao Yong''s hand hung awkwardly in midair. Cao Qian, sitting opposite, remarked sarcastically, "Apart from the scholar, Peach Crisp only likes the Princess Consort. Anyone else who touches it gets scratched."


    Peach Crisp walked to Chi Ying''s feet and leaped onto her lap. Chi Ying stroked its back, and the cat lay down obediently, its fluffy tail sweeping across her hand. Chi Ying smiled, "Now that everyone is here, let''s begin. Today, I''ve gathered you to discuss the biggest problem we face and share my thoughts. If anyone has opinions or better suggestions, feel free to speak up, including you, Nong Yue."


    Nong Yue was flattered and bowed slightly, "Yes."


    "Everyone knows that Yan Prefecture is located in the north, remote and desolate, relying on imperial aid yearly for survival. But now that His Highness has been demoted to serve as the governor of Yan Prefecture, the emperor will no longer care about our survival. To have enough food, clothing, and a good life, we must rely on ourselves."


    As soon as Chi Ying finished speaking, Cao Qian eagerly interjected, "If the court doesn''t provide food, we''ll grow it ourselves! Yan Prefecture is so harsh that even the Northern Di people avoid it. Our soldiers have plenty of strength to use, perfect for farming. We did it in the capital; self-reliance ensures we won''t starve."


    "Exactly," Chi Ying nodded and continued, "But unlike the fertile land in the capital, crops here might grow slower than weeds. Besides farming, we also need to hunt. The meat prices in the city skyrocketed today for some reason. If we don''t hunt, we''ll have to eat vegetarian."


    Though she said "for some reason," it was clearly directed at Shao Yong. They thought that without meat, the prince would have to fawn over the Xie family''s daughter. However, Chi Ying wouldn''t let that happen. If not for Ye Shi''s actions, she might have pleaded for Xie Yuchan. But since the Xie family acted ruthlessly first, she wouldn''t show any mercy. Xie Yuchan''s title as a mad princess was set in stone.


    Shao Yong remained silent, but Yang Qiong spoke, "Some soldiers in the camp were discussing sneaking into the mountains to hunt, but I stopped them. If His Highness orders it, it''s different."


    Cui Yi said gravely, "In previous years, Yan Prefecture''s tributes were mainly bear bile and sable fur. Ordinary hunters struggle alone, but General Xu led his men to successfully capture large game."


    "General Xu?"


    "Former Governor Xu Chong, who retired early this year."


    Chi Ying nodded, having missed meeting this nearly sixty-year-old general. She heard Cui Yi mention him, "Did you chat happily with him? Did you talk about hunting?"


    Cui Yi replied expressionlessly, "The Emperor prefers sycophants and manipulators. General Xu was straightforward and didn''t cater to the Emperor''s tastes, so he was stationed in Yan Prefecture. I relate to him."


    "General Xu... never mind, it didn''t happen," Bai Lichan seemed to want to say something about Xu Chong but decided against it. Instead, he changed the topic, "Winter in Yan Prefecture lasts until late March. The crops planted this spring won''t mature until September, but our grain reserves are running low. We still have plenty of silver..."


    In other words, they needed to buy food, but where? Yan Prefecture bordered Gan Prefecture and Xuan Prefecture. Gan Prefecture suffered constant warfare, making it difficult to purchase food. Xuan Prefecture, controlled by the Xie family, could easily manipulate grain prices.


    Chi Ying smiled meaningfully, "We definitely need to buy food, but first, we need to investigate local grain prices. Who''s willing to go?"


    Shao Yong calmly responded, "No need for such trouble. Yan Prefecture lacks supplies; His Highness just needs to write to my father. Xuan Prefecture is rich in fish and rice, selling rice at eighteen copper coins per dou, cheaper than even the Jiangnan states."


    Bai Lichan laughed, "Young Master Shao, being a wealthy young master, you still know the rice prices in your hometown after being away for over a year. Impressive."


    Shao Yong glanced at him, "Just being prepared." Bai Lichan chuckled but said nothing further. Whether it was preparation or premeditation, everyone understood.


    Nong Yue suddenly asked, "Is Dongchang far from Yan Prefecture?"


    Dongchang was a vassal state of Chu, similar in size to Yan Prefecture, located on three sides by sea, enjoying perpetual summer. Cui Yi knew the geography well, "Not far, just cross Mount Amador."


    Nong Yue suggested, "When I served Consort Duan, I heard Dongchang was also rich in fish and rice. Why not buy grain there?"


    "Great minds think alike," Chi Ying smiled, "His Highness is now the Emperor''s thorn. Although Young Master Shao''s father is His Highness''s father-in-law, openly aiding His Highness might invite criticism. Better not burden him. Dongchang, as a vassal state, trades frequently with Chu. Buying rice there is straightforward, and their merchants won''t refuse business."


    She gave Nong Yue an approving glance. Shao Yong chuckled unhappily, "Since Her Ladyship already has a plan, why ask for our input?"


    Chi Ying pretended not to notice his annoyance, still smiling, "Collective wisdom, right? If Young Master Shao''s father can provide some grain to help His Highness through the crisis, great. Otherwise, His Highness won''t force him. We need a backup plan. Please write a letter asking for a loan with one-tenth interest to be repaid next year."


    Shao Yong was stunned; Chi Ying wanted to borrow, not buy. Buying meant Cui Yi was passive, but borrowing made Xie Xiao passive. As the father-in-law of a prince, refusing to lend grain would be embarrassing.


    Buying involved money control, risking losses. Borrowing meant fair exchange. Borrow one shi, repay one dou extra. No tricks involved.


    "Bai Lichan and Young Master Shao are esteemed advisors. Now, the food issue for ten thousand soldiers falls on you two. Please do your best. Use your eloquence to procure as much grain as possible."


    Chi Ying''s trap was fully laid. Both Bai Lichan and Shao Yong were guest scholars, but Bai Lichan had always been favored. Now, with the army starving, both were tasked with securing food. Shao Yong, wanting to prove himself, had no choice but to accept the challenge.


    He had to bring back more than Bai Lichan. One buying with silver, the other borrowing empty-handed, clearly unfair. Shao Yong gritted his teeth but agreed reluctantly.

 A Ray of Hope

    With the food issue resolved, Chi Ying felt relieved and assigned remaining tasks: "General Cao, please oversee the cultivation. The eight thousand soldiers from the capital have experience. Take the seeds from the palace warehouse. Miao Jun, lead three thousand men to hunt. Only adult animals, no young ones. Return after a month. Nong Yue, take the new maidservants to buy silkworms and learn sericulture."


    Each person received a task. Cui Yi, feeling ignored, asked, "What about me?"


    Chi Ying turned and smiled, "Of course, you have a role. With Bai Lichan gone, you''ll handle the paperwork."


    Cui Yi stared, speechless, and finally hit his head against a pillar in frustration.


    Certainly, here is the translation of the specified text:


    "Later... we will talk about it later," he said as he mounted his horse and led three thousand soldiers responsible for the hunt toward Mount Yan Gui.


    When Chi Ying reported this to Cui Yi, Cui Yi immediately declared, "Gong Qi already has someone in mind."


    "How does Your Highness know?" Chi Ying was greatly surprised. There were many who refused to marry even without a specific person in mind, just like him. How did he see that Yang Qiong had someone in mind?


    Cui Yi said smugly, "Although he refused your offer to arrange a marriage, he did not explicitly say he was unwilling to marry. This means he has someone in mind but the timing is not right."


    Chi Ying nodded admiringly at him: "A scholar away for three days should be regarded with new eyes; Your Highness is much sharper than before."


    Cui Yi pretended to be angry: "This King has always been sharp!"


    Chi Ying laughed again and casually picked up a report, flipping through it. Seeing two lines scribbled on it��"Reviewed, pending action"��the handwriting was like a child''s doodle, causing her to burst out laughing: "Your Highness''s handwriting��"


    Before she could finish, her gaze was drawn to the content of the report.


    The report came from Qiao County, stating that recently there had been frequent sightings of Northern Di people around Hu Ben Pass. They did not harass the herders but still caused varying degrees of panic among the local population. The county magistrate hoped that the Wu King could strengthen the military presence around Hu Ben Pass to reassure the people.


    "Why would the Northern Di people come to such a poor place as Yan Prefecture after so many years of neglect?" The county magistrate was also meticulous and sent people to investigate the movements of the Northern Di cavalry, detailing their findings in the report. After reading it, Chi Ying felt very puzzled.


    Cui Yi looked up in confusion: "What?"


    Chi Ying handed him the report, and as Cui Yi read a few lines, his eyes suddenly widened: "Is this true?!"


    Chi Ying was stunned and tentatively asked, "Your Highness didn''t read the content before approving it?"


    Cui Yi felt guilty and speechless. Chi Ying didn''t know whether to cry or laugh: "You... This is a big matter, how can you approve it without reading it? Have you not read these either? I wondered why you approved them so quickly, turns out you skimmed through them without understanding."


    "I am not cut out for this!" Cui Yi was somewhat annoyed by her words, throwing down the report angrily, "There are tens of thousands of people in an entire prefecture, every trivial matter needs my attention, how can I possibly read them all one by one?"


    Chi Ying picked up the report and put it back neatly, saying, "If you don''t have the energy to manage just one prefecture, what will you do when you become emperor and have to manage the whole country?"


    Cui Yi sat sulking in his chair like a spoiled duck egg. Chi Ying found his pitiful look amusing and offered him a cup of wolfberry tea: "Your Highness says you are not cut out for this, but who is born ready to be an emperor? Your reputation as a war god wasn''t built overnight. Nothing is impossible if you set your mind to it."


    Cui Yi took the teacup and drank silently for a while, then suddenly said, "I remember my father used to read fewer reports each day."


    This point was undeniable. Chi Ying, having been the Crown Princess, had some knowledge of court affairs and explained to him: "A monarch is like the head of a household, managing only major matters. Trivial matters are handled by subordinates. Reports from all counties and officials must first be screened by the Chancellery, selecting only those concerning national livelihood to be presented to the emperor. When the late emperor was on the throne, there was also the Crown Prince assisting in governance, so naturally, the number of reports reaching the emperor was minimal."A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Cui Yi''s eyes lit up, then dimmed again. Chi Ying saw through his thoughts: "Your Highness isn''t thinking that it would be nice to have a son help read reports, are you?"


    "My beloved concubine understands me." Cui Yi shamelessly admitted.


    Chi Ying really wanted to hit him with the report: "Stop dreaming. You haven''t even touched the throne yet, and you''re already thinking of being a retired emperor? Hurry up, all these reports need to be reviewed again, I''ll watch over you."


    Cui Yi was delighted. He was happiest when Chi Ying stayed by his side. In a good mood, he didn''t care about the task anymore and obediently started reviewing the reports.


    As Cui Yi read, his expression changed. Chi Ying, embroidering flowers, looked up and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Cui Yi''s expression was complex. He spread several reports on the desk, his fingers tracing back and forth: "It seems the Northern Di people are not only active outside Hu Ben Pass but have also clashed with the migrating Buxia tribe, resulting in casualties on both sides. The Buxia people fled eastward, pursued relentlessly by the Northern Di cavalry, seemingly intent on wiping them out."


    Chi Ying''s hand trembled, nearly pricking her finger.


    "It seems they have offended those ferocious Northern Di people," Cui Yi tapped the report with his finger, somewhat mockingly, "Do you think Bo Muer might come to Yan Prefecture for help?"


    Meanwhile, west of Mount Yan Gui, Bo Muer was leading the survivors of his tribe into the mountains.


    Chi Ying''s unusual background was something he had guessed long ago, but he thought everyone had their own painful pasts and didn''t take it seriously. It wasn''t until he discovered she was the Wu King''s consort and heard his sister Sang Duo''s provocative words that he realized the Great Chu wouldn''t let them go. So Bo Muer ordered his people to pack up and leave, planning to head west to avoid Cui Yi''s pursuit.


    However, unexpectedly, the anticipated army of Great Chu didn''t come, but instead, a group of Northern Di cavalry appeared, attacking them without warning. They didn''t loot but captured women, forcing Bo Muer and the young men of his tribe to resist. Despite their efforts, they couldn''t withstand the overwhelming numbers, and within a few days, hundreds of women were taken. Everyone was terrified, and Bo Muer had no choice but to turn east, hoping the rugged terrain of Mount Yan Gui might slow the Northern Di cavalry.


    Bo Muer had several skilled young men lead the way, destroying traces and hoof prints to cover their tracks and protect the tribe.


    "Sister," Sang Duo ran up and tugged at his sleeve, "Sister, running like this isn''t a solution. Those ferocious Northern Di people seem to have some grudge against us. If this continues, we will eventually be caught."


    Bo Muer continued destroying footprints without looking up: "What do you want to say?"


    Sang Duo also picked up a branch to help: "Why don''t we ask Chi Ying for help? You saved her life, and we took care of her and her daughter for so long. Surely, she could convince the Wu King to help us drive away the Northern Di people, right?"


    Bo Muer flatly refused: "Life and death are determined by fate. We Buxia people won''t seek help from Han people."


    "Sister!" Sang Duo stomped her foot, "This is no time for stubbornness. If we don''t seek help from Han people, what else can we do? Many of our sisters have been captured by enemies. As the chieftain, are you just going to watch them be humiliated by the Northern Di people?"


    Bo Muer stood up and stared at her: "Han people and Northern Di people are equally cruel and greedy. Do you think they will help us for free? The moment we ask for help, they will demand that the Buxia tribe migrate inside the border and submit to the Great Chu before offering assistance."


    Sang Duo shook her head forcefully: "Chi Ying wouldn''t do that! She is not like that. You''ve spent time with her, don''t you know her character?"


    Bo Muer laughed dismissively: "Han women obey their husbands. Even if Chi Ying wants to help us, her husband''s word is law. The Wu King has long said he wants to unify the northern grasslands. If we seek help, it would be a golden opportunity for him to achieve his goal."


    Sang Duo looked sad, her lips trembling: "Then what should we do? Sister, I''m scared too. Why are the Northern Di people chasing us?"


    Death was not scary, but living in torment was worse. Sang Duo feared nothing more than being stripped naked and repeatedly violated by the Northern Di people.


    "Who knows, maybe..." Bo Muer wondered if Cui Yi and the Northern Di were working together to retaliate, but dismissed the idea. Cui Yi was the nightmare of the Northern Di, and cooperation between them was impossible. If the Great Chu wanted to control the Buxia people, the Northern Di would never stand idly by.


    "Forget it, we''ll take it one step at a time. The terrain of Mount Yan Gui might give us a chance."


    Unfortunately, Bo Muer''s optimism was misplaced. On the fourth day of their retreat into the mountains, the Northern Di cavalry caught up. The able-bodied members of the Buxia tribe were weakening, and despite Bo Muer''s exceptional sword skills, he couldn''t fight off the overwhelming numbers and was eventually captured.


    Nayang circled overhead, crying mournfully. Sang Duo screamed desperately: "Sister��!"


    "Watch out!" A Buxia youth grabbed her waist, but Sang Duo struggled fiercely, stretching out her hand toward the opposite direction.


    Bo Muer was disarmed and pinned down by several Northern Di men, bound tightly with thick ropes.


    "Run!" Bo Muer shouted hoarsely.


    "No! Sister!" Sang Duo screamed, trying to rush forward to die with him.


    The Northern Di cavalry cursed in their language and kicked Bo Muer in the face, causing him to spit blood and lower his head.


    Sang Duo screamed piercingly, finding strength from nowhere, threw off the youth holding her, picked up her curved knife, and charged at the enemy: "I''ll kill you!"


    "Sang Duo!" Several young Buxia men anxiously called out, preparing to rescue her, but suddenly heard the shouts of Han soldiers from behind. Their hearts sank��were they surrounded? But the next moment, their fears were dispelled.


    Thousands of Han soldiers emerged from the forest, led by a man in silver armor wielding a silver spear, charging straight into the Northern Di cavalry. The following cavalrymen roared and thrust their spears mercilessly, killing nearly half of the Northern Di forces, who retreated in disarray.


    The man wielding the silver spear was none other than Yang Qiong, who had gone hunting half a month ago. Like lightning, he slashed through the enemy ranks, his silver moon spear slicing through dozens of Northern Di soldiers effortlessly. The Yan Prefecture cavalry followed closely, cutting into the Northern Di formation, turning the tide of battle.


    The Northern Di had not expected to encounter Han soldiers in the mountains and were caught off guard, suffering heavy losses. The remaining troops scattered in fear, discarding their weapons and fleeing.


    "Sister!" Sang Duo stumbled over to where Bo Muer lay discarded, frantically cradling him.


    Bo Muer was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and had suffered broken ribs during the skirmish. He was barely conscious.


    Sang Duo cried uncontrollably, wiping the blood from his mouth and nose with trembling hands. Yang Qiong rode up and tossed her a small cloth bag: "This is musk we obtained a few days ago." Sang Duo snatched it, crushed some musk, and fed it to Bo Muer, pressing his throat to make him swallow.


    Musk was a potent restorative, and Bo Muer''s life was temporarily stabilized. The army medic brought bandages and medicine, setting Bo Muer''s ribs and dressing his wounds.


    Seeing her brother was out of immediate danger, Sang Duo relaxed and turned to thank Yang Qiong: "Thank you, benefactor."


    Yang Qiong asked, "Are you from the Buxia tribe? What is your name?"


    Sang Duo answered, and Yang Qiong was surprised: "You were the ones who sheltered Lady Changsun?"


    Their luck was incredible. Amidst the vastness of Mount Yan Gui, they had happened upon Yang Qiong''s hunting party. With the chieftain captured, the Buxia youth protected the women and children, encountering Yang Qiong''s troops and almost being frightened to death.

 Revealing the Flaw

    Yang Qiong, seeing their nomadic attire and lack of hostile intent, ordered his soldiers to stop and inquired about their situation. The Buxia elders, sensing no malice, knelt and begged for help. Upon learning that the pursuers were Northern Di cavalry, Yang Qiong immediately ordered his troops to engage, leading to the recent battle.


    Sang Duo asked, confused: "Who are you?"


    Yang Qiong dismounted and bowed: "I am General Ningyuan under the Wu King of the Great Chu. Since you saved the Lady, you are also my benefactors. How can I accept your thanks? Please rise!"


    Sang Duo, hearing this, couldn''t hold back her tears: "I told you we should have sought Chi Ying''s help. I told you!"


    Bo Muer, barely conscious, tried to speak but couldn''t form words. The medic brought a stretcher, and two soldiers carefully lifted him onto it. Sang Duo sobbed, following beside the stretcher.


    A deputy officer asked, "General Yang, what do we do next? Should we pursue the retreating Northern Di?"


    Yang Qiong shook his head: "Northern Di cavalry excel in open-field battles. They were unprepared for mountain warfare and suffered a crushing defeat. We only have three thousand men, pursuing them would be unwise. Let''s return. Also, ask the Buxia people if they wish to enter the border or have other plans."


    The deputy returned shortly, informing him that the Buxia people decided to follow them into the border.


    "I figured as much," Yang Qiong nodded, "Their chieftain is severely injured, and there aren''t many young men left. Staying outside the border would mean certain death at the hands of the Northern Di. Entering the border is safer. However, His Highness..."


    Cao Qian had accompanied Cui Yi south to retrieve Chi Ying, and Yang Qiong hadn''t witnessed the confrontation firsthand. Later, Cao Qian recounted Bo Muer''s disrespectful behavior to him and Bai Lichan. Considering Cui Yi''s possible reluctance to aid a rival, Yang Qiong felt uneasy.


    What if Cui Yi flew into a rage and kicked Bo Muer out along with the stretcher?


    In reality, Cui Yi was indeed in a foul mood, though not because of Bo Muer.


    "What?! Hunger strike?!"


    After Bai Lichan went on a government-funded trip, Cui Yi had to personally review reports daily. With Chi Ying by his side, it was tolerable, but without her, reading reports became torture, leading to his irritability. Now, someone had dared to provoke him at the worst possible time��just after breakfast, a palace guard reported that the Consort was on a hunger strike.


    Cui Yi almost flipped the desk: "Will she ever stop?! Hanging herself, banging her head, now starving herself. Does she have an endless supply of tricks? How can anyone be so insensible, why not use all her tricks at once? Who would believe she cares about her own life!"


    Chi Ying happened to be absent, and Cui Yi, enraged, slammed the table: "Lead the way, I''ll teach her a lesson myself!"


    Xie Yuchan, if she knew that after being confined for over a month, Cui Yi still didn''t know why she was upset, would surely be furious enough to die.


    In the northwest corner of the palace, a small courtyard guarded by two soldiers outside and two inside, arranged by Chi Ying, even the maidservants were specially selected and instructed to take good care of the Consort, ensuring she ate regularly and preventing access to dangerous items like scissors or ropes. Everything was done to prevent self-harm.


    Fortunately, Xie Yuchan, despite her constant crying and screaming, had never considered suicide, perhaps unwilling to let Chi Ying win easily.


    But inexplicably, for the past two days, she seemed to have lost her mind, attempting suicide repeatedly but always stopped by the maidservants. Chi Ying visited once and left after seeing she was fine. Xie Yuchan screamed at her presence and quieted down after she left, making it seem as if she had truly gone mad.


    Cui Yi stormed into the courtyard where Xie Yuchan was confined, accompanied by two guards.


    The courtyard was eerily quiet, without the expected wailing. The guards inside saluted and informed him: "She is sitting in the room, hasn''t eaten since yesterday, nor spoken."


    Cui Yi nodded suspiciously, wondering what trick she was playing this time, and gestured for them to step aside, entering the room himself.


    The maid opened the door and let him in. Cui Yi saw Xie Yuchan sitting disheveled on the couch, untouched dishes on the tray beside her.


    Surprisingly, she hadn''t overturned the food, saving a few bowls and plates. Cui Yi stood emotionless before her: "You''re not eating?"The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Xie Yuchan, with messy hair and swollen eyes, sat motionless, as if she hadn''t heard him.


    "If you don''t want to eat, fine," Cui Yi sneered, "Better to save some food by letting you starve to death."


    Xie Yuchan slowly raised her head, tearful eyes gazing at him: "Yingge..."


    Cui Yi looked at her coldly, unmoved.


    "These days, I''ve been thinking about why you don''t love me," Xie Yuchan wiped her tears, sniffing and sobbing, "Since childhood, I knew I would marry you, although we never met. I loved you regardless of your status, whether you were a prince or not, my feelings never changed."


    She clenched the handkerchief tightly, knuckles white: "I swore that as long as you were well, I would endure anything. I haven''t been doing well lately, especially with your current difficulties. I shouldn''t be causing trouble..."


    Cui Yi''s eyebrows twitched, showing suspicion at her abnormal behavior.


    Xie Yuchan trembled, pulling out a letter from her bosom, handing it to the maid, who passed it to Cui Yi.


    "My father must be troubling you, right? I wrote a letter telling him I''m better, not sick anymore, asking him not to worry and assuring him I''m doing well in Yan Prefecture."


    Cui Yi eyed her distrustfully, reading the letter. Indeed, Xie Yuchan reassured her father about her condition and urged him not to pressure Cui Yi.


    "Changed your tune?" Cui Yi wondered, feeling this wasn''t typical of Xie Yuchan. After being confined for over a month, it was possible she had reconsidered some things.


    Possible.


    Cui Yi thought for a while but couldn''t tell if she really understood or was just acting. So, he decided to find Chi Ying with the letter in hand.


    Chi Ying was currently leading a group of people studying pig and chicken farming issues. As soon as Cui Yi walked into the courtyard of the farmhouse, he was hit by the overwhelming stench of pig manure, causing him to step back two steps, covering his nose with one hand and frowning, "What are you doing! Why is it so smelly!"


    "Why has Your Highness come?" Chi Ying, dressed in coarse cloth, turned her head in surprise at the sound of his voice.


    Cui Yi stared nervously at the brownish-yellow substance on her hands, and Chi Ying noticed his gaze and smiled awkwardly, "Your Highness should go back quickly; it''s dirty and smelly here. Have you finished reviewing the documents?"


    Cui Yi, exasperated, exclaimed, "What exactly are you doing! What''s on your hands..."


    Chi Ying replied solemnly, "I''m helping deliver piglets."


    Cui Yi: "..."


    After who knows how long, the sow gave birth to a litter of piglets. Everyone in the courtyard sighed in relief, especially Cui Yi, who had been standing far away at the door. Seeing the crowd dispersing, he hurriedly asked, "Is it over yet?"


    Chi Ying spoke a few words with the farmer''s wife, then went inside to wash her hands and change clothes before walking up to Cui Yi, "Why is Your Highness here instead of working properly in the government office?"


    Cui Yi finally let out a long sigh, "How can you, the esteemed Princess Consort of Wu, be delivering piglets! You��"


    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, "I''m doing this so everyone can have decent meat. How can we always eat salted meat? I''ve discussed with this family, they will give half of this batch of piglets to the Prince''s residence, and when they grow up and have more piglets, we''ll return them."


    Cui Yi was shocked, "You even want to raise pigs in the Prince''s residence?"


    "Not in the Prince''s residence," Cui Yi relaxed slightly, but then heard Chi Ying add, "In the yard next to the Prince''s residence. I''ve hired several experienced local women to take care of them every day and teach the soldiers how to raise pigs. In the future, we''ll raise our own pigs and won''t need to buy meat from the market anymore."


    Is there any difference between raising them in the Prince''s residence and next door? Cui Yi felt like crying, hurriedly handing over Xie Yuchan''s handwritten letter, "That woman wrote this letter, take a look."


    Chi Ying took the letter in surprise, unfolded it, and frowned.


    Cui Yi asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Chi Ying folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, asking, "Whose idea was this? The handwriting looks similar to hers, who copied it? And why didn''t anyone consult me beforehand?"


    "No one''s idea, she wrote it herself."


    Chi Ying paused, staring at him intently, "Did Your Highness visit her?"


    Cui Yi grunted, scratching the back of his neck impatiently, "The servants reported that she wasn''t eating or drinking, so I went to see her. What should we do with this letter? Should we send it to Xie Xiao? If we do, we won''t need to raise pigs anymore��they''re smelly."


    Chi Ying sighed, tearing the letter into two pieces. Cui Yi was shocked, "Why did you tear it up!"


    "She''s locked up, and I''ve instructed the servants not to tell her anything about what''s happening outside. How could she know what her father did to Your Highness?" Chi Ying said seriously, "There''s something I''ve suspected for a long time, and now it seems confirmed."


    Cui Yi was utterly confused, "What do you mean?"


    As they walked side by side out of the courtyard, Chi Ying explained, "Do you remember when Third Prince pretended to be Shan Jian to create discord between Your Highness and Master Shangguan in the capital?"


    "Yes," Cui Yi''s voice was low, "Third Prince thinks highly of scholars and looks down on someone like me who fights with swords. He helped the Crown Prince against me."


    Chi Ying smiled, "Since Shan Jian has known Master Shangguan for a long time, he naturally understands his abilities. Knowing that Master Shangguan is in the Wu Prince''s residence, he wanted to lure him to Third Prince''s side. It''s not surprising that he plotted to drive a wedge between you two, but there''s one thing I never understood: How did Shan Jian know that Master Shangguan often came to the main courtyard to see me?"


    Cui Yi stopped in his tracks, and Chi Ying continued, "If Shan Jian intended to recruit Master Shangguan, he shouldn''t have put him in danger. What if Your Highness killed him in anger? Including me seemed to drag another person into the scheme, but it inadvertently revealed the existence of a traitor within the Wu Prince''s residence."


    Cui Yi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Xie Yong..."


    Chi Ying also stopped, "What did Your Highness say?"


    "Xie Yong told me that Master Shangguan often came to the main courtyard to see you," Cui Yi clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, "Jian Chui is indeed talented, planting such a spy. That b*st*rd! The entire Xie family isn''t good!"


    Chi Ying immediately stopped him, "Wait! Even if Xie Yong is a spy, the entire Xie family might not be loyal to the Crown Prince. Patience is key. Let me think."


    Cui Yi, unable to contain his anger, shouted, "What''s there to think about? Once we know he''s a spy, should we keep him around? I''ve never liked that useless pretty boy who only eats and does nothing but tattle and leak secrets."


    Chi Ying laughed, "That''s precisely why we need to punish him properly. If Your Highness kills him with a knife, wouldn''t it be too easy for him?"


    Cui Yi agreed, "Then what do you suggest?"


    Chi Ying waved the torn letter and smirked, "If they don''t provoke us, we won''t attack. But if they do, we must eliminate them completely."


    That night, Chi Ying studied the letter written by Xie Yuchan carefully, then imitated her handwriting and tone to write another letter��this time, accusing her brother Xie Yong of betraying their family for the Crown Prince. She claimed he designed to ruin her reputation and deceived everyone into thinking she was insane. She managed to write this letter secretly, hoping her father would receive it and avenge her.


    "Do you think Old Man Xie will believe it?" Cui Yi asked doubtfully.


    "If he believes it, great. If not, we lose nothing. The grain shipment is already on its way. In a couple of days, General Cao will lead a thousand troops disguised as bandits to rob the north-bound grain convoy. Leave some clues suggesting it was done by the Emperor. Then, we''ll write to the Xie family saying the grain hasn''t arrived. When the workers return to Xuancheng and tell what happened, Xie Xiao will suspect the Emperor interfered. At that point, whether he believes the letter or not, he''ll have no choice but to trust us. Maybe to maintain the alliance with Your Highness, he''ll send another shipment. Either way, we win."


    While explaining, Chi Ying sealed the letter and called Xiao Qiu to secretly deliver it to the post station messenger.


    Cui Yi listened in amazement, "This is too cunning... you..."


    Chi Ying sighed dramatically, "I have no choice. To ensure everyone has enough food, I''m prepared to be disliked by Your Highness."


    Realizing what he said, Cui Yi quickly apologized, hugging her and apologizing profusely until Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing and forgave him.

 Residence

    It takes half a month for a messenger to travel from Yan Prefecture to Xuancheng. Only a few people like Xie Yong carry pigeons with them. Chi Ying calculated the timing accurately and instructed Cao Qian to lead a group of disguised Yan Prefecture soldiers to ambush the grain convoy once it entered Yan Prefecture territory, seizing five thousand dan of grain.


    According to Chi Ying''s plan, the grain was stored in a secret cave outside the city, guarded by over a thousand soldiers. Cao Qian returned to Yan Prefecture as if nothing had happened and continued overseeing agricultural activities.


    Several days later, when the expected grain shipment hadn''t arrived, Cui Yi pretended to be furious and wrote a stern letter to Xie Xiao.


    In Xuancheng, the Xie Residence.


    "What? Zichang betrayed the Crown Prince and schemed to create discord between Your Highness and Yuchan?" Lady Ye jumped up from her chair in shock and anger after hearing Xie Xiao''s words.


    Xie Xiao held two letters��one from Cui Yi questioning the grain shipment and the other, written by Chi Ying impersonating Xie Yuchan, accusing Xie Yong. He handed both letters to his wife, "Read them yourself."


    Lady Ye snatched the letters, scanning them quickly. After reading, her voice trembled, "When were these letters received?"


    Xie Xiao answered, "The messenger delivered Your Highness''s letter today. Yuchan''s letter arrived half a month ago."


    Hearing this, Lady Ye clutched her heart and wailed, "Half a month ago, you knew our daughter was harmed by that b*tch''s son, yet you did nothing? You kept it from me! Is Yuchan still your daughter? Or is the concubine running the household now?"


    "Don''t shout!" Xie Xiao was equally frustrated, "Yuchan''s letter is just her word. What if she was misled by Changsun Chi Ying? Besides, the letter might be forged."


    Lady Ye burst into tears, "Forged? How could it be forged? Don''t you recognize your daughter''s handwriting? My poor child, tormented by that b*tch''s son. I''m powerless! I couldn''t protect you, I''m useless!"


    Xie Xiao struggled to control his temper, breathing deeply, "The grain shipment being robbed indicates the Emperor knew about it and sent agents disguised as bandits. If not, an imperial decree could have stripped me of my position and possibly executed the entire family."Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Cui Yi''s letter and the surviving grain transporters arrived almost simultaneously in Xuancheng. All evidence pointed to Emperor Qishengdi, and combined with Xie Yuchan''s accusation, Xie Yong''s betrayal became undeniable. Reluctantly, Xie Xiao had to accept the truth.


    "What should we do? Lord, what can we do now?" Lady Ye cried, realizing the gravity of the situation.


    Xie Xiao sighed repeatedly, pacing around the room, considering and discarding various plans.


    Emperor Qishengdi already knew he was aiding Prince Wu. Despite Prince Wu''s apparent fall from grace, the robbery indicated that Cui Jie remained wary of his younger brother. Xie Xiao realized that the only option left was to align firmly with Prince Wu.


    Moreover, due to the internal betrayal and the damage to Xie Yuchan''s reputation, the relationship between the Xie family and Prince Wu had soured. Previously, Prince Wu endured grievances, but now, the Xie family would have to humble themselves. Any slight misstep could result in severe consequences, including losing the alliance and becoming collateral damage in the conflict between the brothers.


    Xie Xiao''s beard turned white with worry. After much deliberation, he sighed, "Our only option now is to apologize to Prince Wu and let him deal with Xie Yong as he sees fit. As for Yuchan..."


    Lady Ye anxiously asked, "What about Yuchan? Lord, she''s your flesh and blood. You can''t abandon her. I only have one daughter; if anything happens to her, I won''t live either!"


    Xie Xiao lost patience, "Enough! Stop crying! Crying won''t solve anything. Will crying make Yuchan better?"


    Lady Ye wiped her tears and looked at him expectantly, "What''s your plan?"


    "I have no plan," Xie Xiao rubbed his forehead, "Write a letter to Yuchan, telling her to behave and not challenge Changsun Chi Ying. She needs to secure her position first."


    Lady Ye protested, "Our Yuchan is a lady of noble birth, never having suffered hardships. How can she bow to a mere concubine?"


    Xie Xiao exploded, smashing his snuff bottle to the ground. Lady Ye fell silent, staring at him in shock.


    Xie Xiao roared, "Concubine! You''re always looking down on others. How noble are you? If you hadn''t bullied Xie Yong and his mother, would he have betrayed us? Face reality!"


    Lady Ye, speechless, reluctantly went to write the letter, plotting revenge on Xie Yong''s mother.


    Meanwhile, in Yan Prefecture, the meals for Xie Yong and Xie Yuchan gradually deteriorated. Initially four dishes and one soup, it dwindled to one dish and eventually just a bowl of porridge and pickles. Xie Yuchan initially refused to eat but eventually succumbed to hunger.


    At night, lying in bed, she recalled her former luxurious life and cried bitterly.


    Suddenly, someone knocked on the back window. Xie Yuchan scrambled to the window.


    Late-night visitors to a mad princess''s window could only be her brother, Xie Yong.


    Xie Yong, though not particularly skilled, managed to climb the wall. He asked, "Why are you awake so quickly tonight?"


    Hungry and upset, Xie Yuchan pushed him angrily, "Why ask? I followed your instructions, but nothing changed. Prince Wu doesn''t visit me, and the food gets worse. I can''t sleep from hunger!"


    Xie Yong stumbled back, clutching his waist, "What are you doing! Did you follow my instructions?"


    "I did. I wrote the letter and gave it to Prince Wu."


    Xie Yong gasped, "Why give it to him? I told you to secretly send it out. Giving it to him was a mistake!"


    Xie Yuchan defended herself, "I needed him to know I supported him. If he doesn''t know, wouldn''t my efforts be in vain?"


    Xie Yong nearly fainted, "You idiot! How could Prince Wu not show it to Changsun Chi Ying? You''ve made things worse."


    Xie Yuchan realized her mistake but stubbornly argued, "At least he knows I care."


    Xie Yong sighed, "What can I say? Just behave and don''t cause trouble. I''ll think of something."


    With a complex mix of emotions, Xie Yong left through the window, reflecting on his unfortunate fate and the daunting task ahead.

 kindness

    In late April, Yang Qiong and three thousand men returned from their hunting trip.


    "Why did you return so late?" Chi Ying asked the forward scout, puzzled. They were supposed to return by mid-April.


    The scout knelt and replied, "We rescued a group of Buxia tribe nomads fleeing from the Northern Di tribes in Yange Mountain, which delayed our return. We hope Your Highness won''t blame us."


    Chi Ying was shocked, "Why were the Buxia nomads being chased by the Northern Di? Did you ask why?"


    The scout responded, "They didn''t know. The Northern Di pursued them from Chaoyan Mountain to Yange Mountain, capturing over a hundred women. Without encountering General Yang, they might never have escaped."


    Chi Ying gasped, feeling dizzy. Cui Yi rushed to support her, asking, "How many did you save?"


    "Less than two thousand, mostly old, weak, sick, and disabled. Their chieftain was nearly killed but was saved by General Yang and carried back on a stretcher."


    Cui Yi comforted Chi Ying softly, "At least they''re alive. Shall we go greet them?"


    Chi Ying nodded numbly, still in shock.


    Yi immediately dismissed the vanguard to rest and personally accompanied Chiying to the city gate to welcome them. When Yang Qiong went out, he took three thousand men with him, riding swiftly on light horses. However, upon his return, he brought back several carts of beast meat and hides, along with nearly two thousand nomads, many of whom were injured or elderly, women, and children, so naturally, they couldn''t move quickly.


    "Your Highness, Lady," Yang Qiong saw Chiying''s expression and knew she wasn''t concerned about the hunting results at the moment. He pointed behind him, "The people are at the rear." Chiying nodded hurriedly and rushed toward the end of the procession.


    Cui Yi stood still without moving. Yang Qiong was somewhat surprised: "Your Highness isn''t going?"


    Cui Yi shook his head: "I just came out for a walk. Reading reports all day has almost made me cross-eyed."


    Yang Qiong was amused but then heard him say, "You did well." Yang Qiong immediately regained his composure and said, "I thought Your Highness would be furious and not allow Lady to see that person, after all..."


    Cui Yi smiled indifferently with narrowed eyes, "They did save Chiying''s life. If we don''t do something for them, it will weigh heavily on her heart, and by extension, on me as well."


    Hearing this, Yang Qiong felt relieved and glanced at the rear of the procession, smiling, "Your Highness is unmatched in martial skills, and Lady is wise and resourceful. You two are a match made in heaven, beyond the reach of ordinary people."


    "Ordinary people..." Cui Yi shook his head thoughtfully, following his gaze to the rear where a Busa woman was leaning on Chiying''s shoulder, seemingly crying. Chiying stroked her head while bending down to talk to someone on a stretcher. The man reached out, and Chiying held his hand.


    Instantly, Cui Yi exploded with jealousy, veins popping on his forehead: "No, I have to go check!" With that, he sped over.


    Yang Qiong stood there with an awkward expression, completely speechless.


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    Bu Muer had been practicing martial arts since childhood and was physically strong. Thanks to timely medical treatment, his life was no longer in danger, though he needed bed rest for over a month. Full recovery might take two to three months, during which strenuous activity was prohibited, including horseback riding. This meant the Busa people had to stay within the pass until the end of summer.


    Though Bu Muer didn''t say much, his unwillingness was evident on his face��understandable, as no one likes to accept charity from a rival, especially when that rival is clearly winning.


    "I''ve taken care of the others, so you don''t need to worry. Just focus on resting here. If you need anything, just tell the servants," Chiying reassured him, sitting on a stool beside the bed as soldiers moved things in and out.


    Bu Muer remained cold and distant, merely responding with a simple "Mm" to her words, neither rejecting nor accepting their kindness.


    Sangduo whispered nervously, "Brother, you should at least say thank you." Chiying quickly replied, "There''s no need to thank us. Didn''t you shelter me when I was in trouble? To me, you''re like family. Saying thanks would be too formal."


    Sangduo lowered her head slightly, glancing repeatedly at Cui Yi, who sat outside watching vigilantly. Since seeing Chiying shake hands with Bu Muer at the city gate, Cui Yi had followed them everywhere like a large shepherd dog, afraid that Chiying would be "taken away" by Bu Muer. His wary demeanor seemed unwelcoming to Sangduo, especially considering her previous meddling in their relationship months ago, fearing Cui Yi might still hold a grudge.


    One room filled with volcanic tension, another with icy silence, Sangduo found it unbearable. Deciding it was better to leave, she tugged at Chiying''s sleeve: "Sister Chiying, you must have a lot to do. You don''t need to stay here. I''ll take good care of my brother."


    Chiying guessed she felt uncomfortable and nodded: "Alright, I''ll go now. If you need anything, just find me or send someone to inform me. I''ll come over when I''m free."


    Sangduo agreed and escorted Chiying and Cui Yi out. Cui Yi cast a displeased glance inside, meeting Sangduo''s eyes, causing her to lower her head quickly, afraid to breathe.


    "Let''s go, don''t disturb their rest," Chiying urged. Cui Yi''s eyes flickered, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately decided against it and left with her.


    After they left, Sangduo sighed in relief, rushing into the room and sitting beside the bed, reproachfully saying, "Brother, even if you''re unhappy, we owe our lives to the Han prince. Even if you don''t say thank you, don''t show such a face. It makes things difficult for Chiying."


    Bu Muer remained silent, causing Sangduo to lose hope: "That martial prince looked serious and unhappy. I wonder if he''ll cause trouble behind Chiying''s back."


    Cui Yi wasn''t that petty. Busy with endless reports under Chiying''s pressure, he had no time to care about their welfare, only accompanying Chiying during her daily visits to check on Bu Muer. Yan Prefecture lacked proper doctors, but luckily, Chiying had prepared in advance, learning basic diagnostic skills from Cheng Fengyi and copying numerous prescriptions for various ailments. With expensive medicines and tonics sent from the capital, though not professional, they sufficed. After half a month, Bu Muer''s injuries improved significantly, allowing him to walk again.


    Meanwhile, Baili Zan, who had gone to Dongchang to buy grain, finally returned after crossing mountains and rivers.


    Baili Zan appeared energetic and spirited despite his long journey. Chiying laughed, "Mr. Baili, you look radiant. Did you undergo some transformation?"


    Xiaotaosu, having missed its owner for so long, eagerly leaped onto Baili Zan. He happily picked it up, "Thanks to Your Highness and Lady, everything went smoothly. Oh, you fat cat, you''ve gained weight eating well with Lady in my absence."


    Xiaotaosu angrily swatted at him with its paws. Chiying struggled to suppress her laughter: "Mr. Baili, Xiaotaosu is pregnant. In a month or two, the kittens will bring liveliness to the palace."


    Baili Zan''s eyes lit up: "So, I''ll become a grandfather? Good job, my little girl." He rubbed Xiaotaosu''s face affectionately, receiving a few gentle nudges in return as it snuggled in his arms.


    Everyone in the yard laughed. Xie Yong asked with a hint of a smile, "Mr. Baili, how much grain did you buy?"


    Baili Zan cheerfully raised one finger. Xie Yong guessed, "A thousand dan?" "Ten thousand dan," Baili Zan answered happily, "Grain prices in Dongchang are lower than in Jiangnan, so I bought as much as possible��five hundred carts full. It was quite nerve-wracking returning with so much."


    Xie Yong paled, hardly believing his ears. A scholarly man like Baili Zan had purchased ten thousand dan of rice, twice what he had borrowed. How low were grain prices in Dongchang?


    "Mr. Baili bought ten thousand dan, plus five thousand dan borrowed from Xuanzhou, enough to last until autumn harvest," Chiying couldn''t hide her joy, "Mr. Baili, please rest first. Tonight, we''ll celebrate Xiao Cuixian''s first birthday with a feast."


    Baili Zan smacked his forehead, "Almost forgot." He pulled out a paper package, handing it to Chiying, "For Lady and Miss, nothing fancy, just for good luck."


    Curious, Chiying opened it to find two small amulets��one red with "safe every year" inscribed, for Xiao Cuixian, and another golden one with "early blessing of a son."


    Chiying: "..."


    Cui Yi peeked over and instantly beamed, "Great gift!"


    Chiying blushed, torn between anger and amusement, ready to scold him, but Baili Zan wisely slipped away. She stomped her foot in frustration.


    That night, the palace hosted a rare lavish banquet. The kitchen prepared several large dishes, including venison and rabbit meat recently hunted by Yang Qiong, fresh fruits from Cao Qian''s fields, and Dongchang wine brought back by Baili Zan. Everyone gathered around the table to celebrate Xiao Cuixian''s first birthday.


    Cui Yi drank merrily, raising his cup, "Friends, since you chose to follow me, work hard. When I become emperor, you''ll all be rewarded!"


    Most of the men at the table cheered, echoing his sentiments. Chiying found it both amusing and exasperating. Once they settled down, she leaned close and whispered, "Your Highness, promises shouldn''t be made lightly. Some things shouldn''t be said too confidently."


    Cui Yi paused, then nodded appreciatively, his voice hoarse, "I understand. Thank you, my love."


    His gratitude encompassed her constant guidance, risking her life to bear their daughter, and standing by him through thick and thin.


    Chiying smiled gently, "We''re one, no need to thank."


    Cui Yi smiled, continuing to enjoy the meal and drinks with everyone.

 Truly my daughter

    After several rounds of drinks, the highlight of the banquet began��the baby''s first birthday grab.


    On a new grass mat spread over a Luohan bed, various toys were scattered��handkerchiefs, beads, wooden swords, and knives. Cui Yi insisted, "My daughter might grow up to be a heroine, she needs swords too," but Chiying stopped him from placing Star Abyss sword there, jokingly warning about potential accidents.


    Xiao Cuixian, freshly woken and carried by Nongyue, wore new clothes prepared by Xiaoqiu. Chiying smoothed her hair and placed her in the center of the mat, "Be a good girl, pick whatever you like."


    Everyone gathered around. Sangduo dangled a jingling bracelet, catching Xiao Cuixian''s attention. Xiao Cuixian reached out instinctively. Then Xiaoqiu waved a mirror, capturing her interest again.


    Chiying laughed helplessly, "Stop distracting her, let her choose."


    Xiao Cuixian bit her finger, looking thoughtful, touching a doll, playing with abacus beads, crawling towards colorful thread spools. Chiying quickly removed anything dangerous.


    Xiaoqiu pushed a box of rouge forward, "Miss, come get this!" Xiao Cuixian ignored it, kicking it aside.


    Nongyue laughed, "Miss can choose for herself. Why push?" Xiaoqiu argued, "Girls should like cosmetics, maybe she didn''t notice."


    Xiao Cuixian grabbed a hibiscus flower, waving it excitedly. Baili Zan commented, "Pure beauty, Miss will surely grow up beautiful, makeup unnecessary."


    "Thank you, Mr. Baili." Hearing compliments about her daughter delighted Chiying.


    Xiao Cuixian crushed the flower and reached for a slingshot, fiddling with it and showing it to Chiying, making sounds of excitement.


    Xiaoqiu: "..."


    Cao Qian chuckled, "Mr. Baili, what does the slingshot mean?"


    Baili Zan scratched his head, "Perhaps a heroic lady?"


    After nearly half an hour, Xiao Cuixian had touched everything but hadn''t chosen anything specific. Cui Yi grew impatient and placed his seal beside her. Chiying protested, "Why give her that..." before Xiao Cuixian grabbed the seal, loving its cool touch.


    Cui Yi rejoiced, "Truly my daughter!"


    Xiao Cuixian played with the seal, ignoring other items. Yang Qiong remarked, "Warriors'' daughters often turn out brave..."


    Chiying despaired, "What warrior daughter? She''s barely walking, not leading cavalry charges yet."


    Everyone laughed. Cui Yi watched with interest, pulling Chiying close, "Maybe she''ll surprise us."


    Suddenly, Bu Muer, who had been silent all night, drew a dagger, causing everyone to freeze. Sangduo panicked, grabbing his hand, "Brother, what are you doing?"


    Cui Yi stepped protectively in front of Xiao Cuixian. Bu Muer didn''t explain, tossing the sheath onto the mat. It glittered with embedded gems, immediately catching Xiao Cuixian''s attention. She dropped the seal and grabbed the sheath, trying to pry out the gems.


    Bu Muer placed the knife aside, patted Xiao Cuixian''s head, and left silently.


    Cao Qian signaled to call guards, but Baili Zan subtly stopped him, signaling caution.


    "What are you doing, Bu Muer?" Chiying asked, maintaining a smile but visibly tense.


    Bu Muer didn''t respond, leaving everyone puzzled. Sangduo, realizing the situation, nervously explained, "This... this is a prize from our festival... a token of betrothal in our culture."


    Cui Yi frowned, "Betrothal?"


    Sangduo cowered, "Yes, betrothal."


    Chiying recalled her earlier promise in Gan Prefecture but hadn''t told Cui Yi because the Busa had disappeared overnight. Now, seeing his misunderstanding, she quickly tugged at Cui Yi''s arm, "Your Highness, misunderstands. It''s for Xiao Cuixian..."


    Cui Yi interrupted, furious, "She''s just a baby! How could she marry someone twenty years older? He wants to replace me as her father!"


    Chiying, unable to refute, gestured for Sangduo to leave. Cui Yi, enraged, kicked a chair into pieces.


    Chiying felt overwhelmed, unsure how to mediate. Seeking help, she looked around, but only Baili Zan spoke up, "Your Highness, such a wise and beautiful woman is rare. Bu Muer''s feelings are understandable. His actions may stem from unfamiliarity with our customs. Anger won''t solve anything and might hurt Lady."


    Chiying winced��this wasn''t helping. Baili Zan mouthed, "Two tigers can''t coexist on one mountain."


    "Reasonable," Cui Yi calmed down, "But I can''t tolerate such behavior. Today is Xiao Cuixian''s birthday; let''s drop it."


    Cao Qian seized the opportunity, "Your Highness, the Busa saved Lady and Miss. Please forgive him."


    Chiying nodded, hoping for reconciliation.


    Brother Yang saved so many of them, and the Prince has also sheltered them for so many days. It can be considered as repaying the kindness, and no one owes anything to anyone. Keeping them here any longer would only lead to mutual dislike, which is meaningless." Yang Qiong also nodded in agreement: "In the past, Emperor Taizu had sent people several times to try to recruit them, but they all refused. I think they probably won''t want to stay within the pass for long either. We might as well do them a favor and let them go!"Stolen novel; please report.


    Chi Ying looked at them both incredulously. How did they conspire to expel Bo Muer without her knowing? She thought that Cui Yi would agree wholeheartedly, but surprisingly, he frowned and seemed indecisive upon hearing this. "Your Highness?" Chi Ying called out softly with some worry.


    "Don''t rush. Today is Xiaonan''s birthday, let''s not mention this matter now. Tomorrow, I will discuss it with the advisor," Cui Yi said, then picked up his daughter from amidst the toys, kissed her, and returned to the table to continue drinking. Although everyone, including Chi Ying, was puzzled, they could only keep their mouths shut and not bring up the matter again.


    The usually decisive Cui Yi actually wanted to consult before making a decision, which surprised Chi Ying. She wondered what kind of wind had blown through him and how he had changed so much. Could there be someone in the palace who could bewitch Cui Yi without her noticing?


    Fortunately, the next day, Cui Yi was scheduled to inspect the military camp first, so Chi Ying still had time to discuss with Bai Lichang beforehand. "To be honest, Bo Muer, relying on being your and the little lady''s savior, has been cold and distant towards everyone in the palace. General Cao is the prince''s confidant, and General Yang is also highly regarded by the prince. They have visited him several times, but he has always remained aloof and silent. The two generals have long harbored grievances, but they didn''t dare to tell you directly."


    When she asked about the three of them ganging up to drive Bo Muer out of the pass yesterday, Bai Lichang explained as such. Chi Ying sighed with a headache: "Bo Muer... sigh, he has always been proud. Even when I was in the tribe, he rarely spoke and acted indifferent to others."


    Bai Lichang teased: "He doesn''t talk much to you either?"


    Chi Ying looked at him helplessly and pleaded: "Sir, spare me. Isn''t it already complicated enough? When he saved me back then, he didn''t even live in his own tent. I always thought he was a decent person with gentlemanly manners, but once he sets his mind on something, nothing can change it."


    "Love affairs often require one party to be shameless. If both parties remain passive, how long will it take?" Bai Lichang laughed. "In my opinion, he isn''t showing gentlemanly manners but rather confidence in his goal. Proud people like him, once they set their sights on someone, will try to impress them. If rejected, they cannot accept it and feel betrayed, hence becoming stubborn."


    Chi Ying slightly frowned, somewhat confused: "By that logic, shouldn''t His Highness be the same? As the emperor''s eldest son, with unparalleled martial skills and fame across the land, how many can he look up to? Didn''t you also experience his cold shoulder when you first arrived?"


    Bai Lichang chuckled and winked mischievously: "His Highness appears proud in front of others, but because he truly likes you, he allows you to discipline and constrain him. If you tell him to listen to someone, he will. Otherwise, not just me, even an old general like Cao wouldn''t dare to contradict him."


    Chi Ying paused with the teacup in hand, lowering her eyes: "I''m quite confused. Thank you for enlightening me."


    Bai Lichang modestly bowed: "I haven''t thanked you for the five thousand dan of rice yet. How dare I accept your gratitude?"


    A month ago, the grain seized from the border between Gan and Yan provinces lacked a proper reason for storage, so Chi Ying decided to allocate Xie Xiao''s five thousand dan of rice to Bai Lichang, leading to the purchase of ten thousand dan of rice in Dongchuang. The Xie family lost five thousand dan of rice in vain and could only raise another batch, expected to arrive today.


    Inside the room, the two casually discussed recent events in Yan Prefecture. Soon, Cui Yi returned from the military camp. However, strangely, he was followed by Xie Yong. Both Chi Ying and Bai Lichang looked puzzled, wondering why Xie Yong was summoned since he wasn''t involved in yesterday''s ceremony.


    Cui Yi strode into the hall, and Bai Lichang stood up to greet him. Cui Yi waved dismissively: "No need for formalities, sit down." Bai Lichang thanked him and sat, while Xie Yong also tried to sit but was startled by Cui Yi''s roar: "Who allowed you to sit!" He quickly stood straight, looking confused at the sudden outburst.


    "Your Highness..." Chi Ying was initially puzzled but soon realized that it was likely about the Xie family''s grain arriving, and Cui Yi intended to deal with Xie Yong.


    Xie Yong quickly regained his composure after the initial shock. Since Cui Yi didn''t allow him to sit, he stood with his hands clasped and asked calmly: "If Mr. Bai can sit, why can''t I?"


    Cui Yi snorted, locking his hawk-like gaze on him: "In my hall, strategists, generals, officials, and commoners can sit, but traitors and spies cannot."


    Hearing this, Xie Yong''s face turned pale. He hesitated, seemingly unsure whether to flee. Cui Yi continued: "Your father wrote to me, stating that the previous shipment of grain was stolen by imperial soldiers disguised as bandits. You were responsible for borrowing grain from Xuan Prefecture. How did the emperor in Zizhang City know about this? Xie Zichang!"


    Xie Yong paled, never expecting the missing grain to be attributed to "imperial soldiers." He had indeed leaked the information about borrowing grain, but Cui Jie''s reply only mentioned "notified" without indicating plans to intercept the grain. How could his father know something he himself was unaware of?


    "Your Highness, please calm down! I am completely unaware of this matter. Please investigate thoroughly!" Despite his shock, Xie Yong quickly regained his composure and shouted his innocence. "I never revealed your request for grain to anyone! I certainly didn''t collude with the emperor to betray you!"


    Cui Yi sneered and threw Xie Xiao''s letter at him: "See for yourself."


    Xie Yong picked up the crumpled letter and read his father''s handwriting: "The Xie family stands united with Your Highness, without any disloyalty. My son betrayed the family, harmed his sister, and secretly communicated with the court. I dare not conceal this and beg Your Highness to handle it strictly."


    His hands trembled violently, tears threatening to spill, yet he couldn''t help but laugh bitterly. This was his own father, willing to sell him out to show loyalty to the Wu King, even requesting severe punishment without any pleading.


    Why had he endured so much? Labeling him as "betraying the family and harming his sister" unfairly blamed him for Xie Yuchan''s imprisonment. Knowing Cui Yi disliked Xie Yuchan''s capriciousness, he clung to this straw, only to be discarded.


    Wasn''t it all for the sake of securing the family''s future? If the Wu King failed or planned to eliminate them, his efforts could at least protect the family. Yet, after all his sacrifices, he ended up isolated and betrayed?


    Cui Yi crossed his ankle over his knee, looking down arrogantly: "What else do you have to say?"


    Xie Yong stood trembling, the letter shaking in his hands, gasping for breath but unable to speak.


    "Mr. Xie must understand how I felt the day I left the capital," Chi Ying remarked, recalling her own experience when her father, Changsun Tai, stripped her of everything under the guise of righteousness.


    Though she had set the trap herself, Chi Ying couldn''t help but sympathize with him, betrayed and abandoned by his own father for the sake of currying favor with someone who would never truly trust them.


    Should she plead for him? Extending a helping hand now might win him over, using his connection with Cui Jie to gain advantages. But there was also the risk of him feigning surrender, though maintaining the pretense of loyalty would force him to leak occasional information, which could be strategically beneficial.


    Chi Ying weighed her options, glancing at Cui Yi''s expression, uncertain if intervening would provoke him.


    Unexpectedly, Cui Yi declared: "You betrayed your entire family and opposed me. Your father exposed you for self-preservation. If I were to take your life, based on my brother''s nature, even if I warned him in advance, he would abandon you. But considering your contributions during the journey north, I will give you a chance to choose anew."


    This statement stunned not only Chi Ying but also Bai Lichang. Xie Yong looked bewildered, mouth agape, as if unable to comprehend.


    "You have been forsaken by your family and abandoned by the emperor. If you wish to survive, you must turn over a new leaf and faithfully serve me."


    Cui Yi spoke firmly and clearly. Xie Yong stood dumbfounded for a moment before managing to stammer: "I..."


    Cui Yi generously waved his hand: "Take a day to think it over and come back tomorrow with your answer."


    "...Yes." Xie Yong bowed and left in a daze.


    Only then did Chi Ying breathe a sigh of relief, slumping her shoulders and murmuring: "I thought you''d immediately order him executed."


    Bai Lichang chuckled: "So did I. Your magnanimity is admirable."


    Chi Ying asked in surprise: "It wasn''t your advice?"


    Bai Lichang shook his head innocently: "I thought it was your arrangement."


    Both turned to look at Cui Yi, who cleared his throat awkwardly and glared: "What are you staring at? Don''t think I''m only good at fighting. My mind is just as sharp as yours!"


    They nodded half-laughing, half-crying in agreement.


    Chi Ying smiled: "Your Highness is truly clever."


    Cui Yi, rarely praised for his intelligence, beamed, almost wagging his tail in delight.


    "As for letting the Buxia people leave last night..." Bai Lichang found their reactions amusing and remembered the main purpose of his visit. "We can''t let them go."


    "Why not?" Bai Lichang asked.


    Cui Yi replied solemnly: "Regardless of Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong''s attempts to recruit the Buxia people, this opportunity is rare and fleeting. Letting them leave the pass is akin to sending sheep to the wolves. The Northern Di cavalry is pursuing them, and if they leave Hu Ben Pass, they will surely be killed. Even if they manage to escape, the emperor won''t tolerate their alliance with Yan Prefecture troops and will send forces to annihilate them."


    Before he finished, both Chi Ying and Bai Lichang gave him suspicious looks. Cui Yi coughed and added: "If they perish, you lose a friend, and I lose valuable combat strength. Not ideal."


    Bai Lichang stroked his beard worriedly: "Have you been eating poorly or feeling unwell recently? Should we call a doctor?"


    Chi Ying nodded in agreement: "Sir is right. Please summon a physician."


    "You!" Cui Yi nearly twisted his nose in frustration. "Do you think I''m useless?"


    Bai Lichang smiled: "Not at all! As the saying goes, different paths lead to different expertise. If I suddenly became skilled in horseback archery, wouldn''t you find it strange?"


    Cui Yi looked disgruntled but grunted unhappily.


    Chi Ying laughed inwardly, suspecting someone was advising Cui Yi behind the scenes. Who could it be?

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    Bai Lichang''s return meant Cui Yi no longer needed to spend all day reviewing reports. Chi Ying arranged for Bai Lichang to preliminarily review the documents, handling routine matters independently and filtering key issues for Cui Yi''s afternoon review.


    Thus, the energetic Wu King happily went to train troops in the morning, returned for lunch, and handled official business in the afternoon.


    After a full day of contemplation, Xie Yong provided his response.


    "Have you made up your mind?" Cui Yi confirmed after hearing him.


    Xie Yong bowed his head and clasped his hands: "Yes, Your Highness. You forgave my betrayal and gave me a chance to start anew. I am deeply grateful and will dedicate myself entirely to you. However, I have a small request..."


    Cui Yi waved his hand: "What is it? Speak."


    Xie Yong swallowed and pleaded earnestly: "My mother... came from a humble background and suffered greatly under the main wife. She endured silently, hoping I would succeed and bring honor to our family. In the future, I don''t seek high office or wealth; I only ask that you not reveal my service to the crown prince to her."


    Cui Yi readily agreed: "That''s easy. I promise."


    Xie Yong bowed again in gratitude. Bai Lichang commented: "It''s heartening to see Mr. Xie switch sides. But how will you respond to Xie Xiao?"


    Cui Yi confidently replied: "It''s simple. Please draft a letter stating that the grain was stolen by bandits in Yan Prefecture, unrelated to the emperor. I have dispatched forces to recover it. Xie Zichang''s accusation of collusion with the court is false, fabricated by enemies to sow discord. He should investigate further."


    Chi Ying remained silent, while Cui Yi glanced at her: "Any objections, beloved?"


    Chi Ying quickly shook her head: "None! Your wisdom is commendable. Xie Xiao mentioned receiving a secret letter from the princess, which must be forged. Given her illness, she couldn''t write. Someone must have imitated her handwriting. The suspects would include those close to her, such as her tutors, childhood friends, nannies, and maids."


    Bai Lichang nodded approvingly: "Indeed. To forge her handwriting requires familiarity with her style and animosity towards Xie Yong. Xie Xiao has been governor for over twenty years and wouldn''t overlook these clues."


    Cui Yi nodded: "Then please draft the letter." Bai Lichang agreed.


    "Is there anything else troubling you, Mr. Xie?" Chi Ying noticed Xie Yong standing quietly, seemingly unaffected by their plan to deal with Lady Ye.


    Xie Yong looked up in surprise, then lowered his head: "No, I... just..."


    Cui Yi, annoyed by hesitation, raised his voice: "Speak up! What kind of man hesitates like this?"


    Xie Yong forced a smile and said: "Yes." He turned to face Chi Ying and knelt down.


    Chi Ying was taken aback: "Why such formality?"


    Xie Yong bowed low, forehead touching the ground, then looked up, voice hoarse: "Regarding the plot to kill you and the young lady, I was aware. The emperor also ordered me to break up your relationship with the prince. Please forgive me."


    Chi Ying wasn''t surprised: "Different camps naturally scheme against each other. It''s not your fault. Rise. Let''s not dwell on this."


    Xie Yong stood and left. Cui Yi leaned back contentedly, a slight smile on his lips.


    "Your Highness," Bai Lichang began.


    "Hmm?" Cui Yi responded.


    Bai Lichang looked sincerely at him: "What have you been eating lately? May I share some?"


    Cui Yi blinked, momentarily confused. Chi Ying burst out laughing: "Be careful, sir. If you anger His Highness, he might serve you a bowl of closed-door soup."


    Bai Lichang sighed dramatically, stroking his beard: "Making a living nowadays is no easy task..."


    Chi Ying laughed uncontrollably. Cui Yi, displeased, coughed and asked coldly: "What''s so funny? You two audacious ministers, always mocking me."


    "No, Your Highness," Chi Ying said after calming down. "I''m delighted to see you think things through carefully. Advisor Bai will have more free time now."


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    Cui Yi grunted and stood up: "I''m leaving."


    Chi Ying smiled and saw him off, then instructed Xiaqiu: "Prepare the carriage. I''ll visit Jiangkou Camp."


    With two thousand Yan Prefecture troops practicing horsemanship and farming, Chi Ying arrived at the camp gate. A soldier informed her that General Cao was in the fields, and General Yang was also absent.


    Worried about potential emergencies, Chi Ying pondered recruiting more capable individuals for Cui Yi. Bo Muer was unlikely to be swayed, so she needed to consider other options.


    Following the soldier''s directions, Chi Ying found Cao Qian.


    Despite Yan Prefecture''s short summers, crops like wheat, sorghum, and millet were thriving. Chi Ying had anticipated this and prepared seeds accordingly.


    Amidst the lush green rice fields along the Jinjiang River, Chi Ying spotted soldiers working diligently. Upon seeing the royal carriage, a sharp-eyed soldier rushed to inform Cao Qian, who soon ran over.


    "Why are you dressed like that, General Cao?" Chi Ying asked, amused.


    Cao Qian wore simple coarse clothes, with his pant legs rolled up, revealing mud-stained calves. He wiped his sweat-covered face with a white cloth draped over his shoulder, squinting under the sun.


    Cao Qian sheepishly wiped his face and asked: "It''s easier to work this way. Do you have something to discuss?"


    Chi Ying invited him to the shade and Xiaqiu served him a bowl of plum juice. Cao Qian drank thirstily.


    Light stood under the tree, fanning himself with a bamboo hat.


    "Is His Highness in the camp every morning?" After he had rested enough, Chi Ying asked.


    Cao Qian answered without thinking, "Yes, he comes every morning."


    Chi Ying asked further, "What time does he come and what time does he leave?"


    Cao Qian stopped fanning and looked at them suspiciously, "Why do you ask this... Is something wrong with His Highness?"


    Chi Ying only had a guess in her heart, not very sure, and did not intend to tell him too much. But Cao Qian seemed very worried, nervously asking non-stop, "In recent days, His Highness has been coming later than usual. Before, he always arrived at the camp at three quarters past five in the morning, but today he arrived almost at seven. I thought... His Highness wasn''t at home? Where could he have gone? In the past, His Highness would stay in the camp all day, rarely going to brothels or taverns... Uh, my apologies, please punish me, Your Ladyship!"


    "Why should I punish you when it was I who asked?" Chi Ying waved her hand laughingly, "We also met at the Carved Flower Tower, so brothels and taverns are not necessarily bad places. I''m not suspecting that His Highness has someone else outside, but recently His Highness has been acting very unusually, speaking and doing things in an orderly manner as if everything was planned beforehand, and he doesn''t need us to give any advice, he can make his own decisions..."


    Cao Qian asked seriously, "Is someone misleading His Highness in secret?"


    Chi Ying shook her head, unable to hide the worry in her eyes, "It''s too early to say that. The person teaching His Highness speaks words of reason, indeed seems to be giving advice for His Highness. But I fear that behind that person there is another manipulator who knows our every move, while His Highness remains unaware, which will be troublesome."


    Cao Qian frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I''ll send someone to follow His Highness, and report back to Your Ladyship if anything happens."


    Chi Ying nodded, "That''s what I was thinking too, but... General Cao has followed His Highness for so many years, always by his side, loyal and devoted. Wouldn''t this be too difficult for you?"


    Cao Qian laughed, putting the bamboo hat on his head, "If His Highness trusts Your Ladyship, I naturally trust Your Ladyship too. Knowing that Your Ladyship is doing this for His Highness, how could I find it difficult?"


    Chi Ying sighed with relief, "If His Highness had more people like General Cao around him, how could we fail?"


    Cao Qian blushed from being praised, scratching the back of his neck, "Xu Cheng, the son of former Yan Prefecture Governor Old General Xu, seems to be a fierce warrior too, but unfortunately... You should go back now, once His Highness'' whereabouts are confirmed, I''ll send someone to your residence to explain. The noon sun is scorching, take care not to get heatstroke."


    Chi Ying nodded, "Alright, I''ll go back first, this sun is unbearable. I''ll ask the kitchen to prepare a big pot of plum soup and send it over to help you all cool off."


    The next morning, Cui Yi left home just as dawn broke. Chi Ying was raising silkworms with Nong Yue in the side room, fresh mulberry leaves were cut into strips and sprinkled onto trays full of silkworms. The larger silkworms ate large pieces of mulberry leaves directly, filling the room with a rustling sound.


    Before nine in the morning, a servant came to report that General Cao had sent someone to deliver a message. Chi Ying washed her hands and went to the main hall to see the messenger.


    The man was a spy who, after paying respects, recounted everything he saw that morning to Chi Ying. As she listened, Chi Ying''s expression became increasingly grim. After the man finished, she rewarded him with money and dismissed him, sitting alone in the chair pondering.


    The spy said that early in the morning, Cui Yi didn''t go to brothels, taverns, teahouses, or gambling dens, but instead turned to a fortune-telling stall under the city gate. He gave the Taoist priest a small string of coins worth several dozen cash and sat there talking for nearly an hour before heading to the military camp.


    A fortune-telling Taoist priest? Chi Ying felt very puzzled. How could Cui Yi believe in such things? She hadn''t noticed this before. Who exactly was this Taoist priest?


    After dismissing the spy, Chi Ying sat down and thought for a long time. According to her memories from her previous life, she had never heard of any talented individuals in this barren land of Yan Prefecture. But a living person couldn''t appear out of thin air. Based on the spy''s description, the fortune-telling Taoist priest seemed to be less than thirty years old. Chi Ying reviewed all the characters she remembered, but still couldn''t figure it out.


    Xiao Qiu fanned her gently and whispered, "Your Ladyship, why don''t you ask His Highness directly?"


    Chi Ying, deep in thought, shook her head, "No, if His Highness wanted to say something, he would have already done so. If he doesn''t want to, asking him would only upset him, which isn''t worth it."


    Xiao Qiu tilted her head and thought again, "Then why not bring that person here and ask directly?"


    Chi Ying sighed, massaging her temples with her fingers, "I''ve considered that too, but since they haven''t provoked us openly, if we can''t convince them and cause a scene at the city gate, it wouldn''t be good. Or should I meet him myself? The key point is that I don''t know how His Highness got acquainted with him, and why he listens to everything he says. Someone who can make His Highness obey within three to five days must be quite a character. If he intends to harm His Highness, I wonder if Mr. Bai Li and I together can defeat him."


    Seeing her mistress worried, Xiao Qiu also fretted. Suddenly, an idea struck her, "Hey, Your Ladyship, why don''t we also go to that Taoist priest for fortune-telling! Whether it''s good or bad, we''ll know after trying, right?"


    Fortune-telling... Chi Ying thought carefully and found it feasible, nodding, "Alright, let''s meet him. Order the sedan chair."


    "Got it~" Xiao Qiu put down the fan and ran out hurriedly. When she returned, she was holding little Cui Xian, who had just finished feeding. Chi Ying asked curiously, "Why did you bring Xian''er here?"


    Xiao Qiu proudly held up little Cui Xian, saying, "Your Ladyship, think about it. Mothers are most concerned about their children, right? If you hold Miss for fortune-telling, the other party won''t suspect you easily."


    Chi Ying laughed, "We''re tricking him, if we disguise ourselves too well, wouldn''t it be meaningless?"


    Xiao Qiu seemed to realize this suddenly, "Oh yes... Then..."


    "Bringing Xian''er along is fine," Chi Ying was reminded and thought of another layer, "Come help me redo my hair and change into plain clothes."


    After a short while, the prince''s sedan chair arrived at the city gate. Xiao Qiu whispered through the curtain, "Your Ladyship, I see that Taoist priest, hmm..."


    She hesitated, making Chi Ying curious too. Lifting the curtain, she asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Xiao Qiu glanced at the fortune-telling stall and lowered her voice even more, "I think that person... looks like a woman."


    "A woman?" Chi Ying almost shouted, "Really? Stop the sedan chair!"


    The bearers stopped the sedan chair. Chi Ying, holding little Cui Xian, stepped out and looked up at the white banner under the city gate��"Calculating Without Omission."


    The seated Taoist priest wore a sky-blue robe and a floating hat, with a clean-shaven face, delicate eyebrows, and graceful eyes, looking quite handsome. Given his smooth jawline, no wonder Xiao Qiu suspected he was a woman.


    Back in the capital, most fortune-telling Taoist priests were half-old men with goatees. It was rare to see one as young as him.


    Chi Ying ordered the bearers to wait on the spot and walked straight toward the fortune-telling stall with Xiao Qiu.


    The young Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground, neither shouting nor greeting passersby. Only when Chi Ying sat down on the small stool in front of the stall did he lazily lift his eyelids and say a few words, "This poor Taoist only tells fortunes for those with fate. Please seek someone else, Madam."

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    "You impudent Taoist!" Just as Xiao Qiu was about to speak, Chi Ying preempted her, scolding harshly, "Do you know who our Miss is? It''s your good fortune if she deigns to have her fortune told by you! If Miss is unhappy, His Highness will surely have your stall smashed!"


    Upon hearing "His Highness," the young Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips. Calmly, he said, "So it''s the daughter of His Highness. My apologies." Though he said so, his tone lacked any respect.


    He extended his palm, "Please let this poor Taoist see Miss''s palm lines."


    Chi Ying dared not risk handing her daughter over to him, so she said, "Great masters can predict fortune from facial features, right? Miss is only one year old, how can you see palm lines?"


    The Taoist priest smiled slightly, his gaze seeming to see through everything, "Then please let Miss draw a lot?" He handed over the lot-drawing tube.


    Little Cui Xian, seeing something new, immediately showed interest. Her chubby hand reached out, grabbed a stick, pulled it out, and dropped it on the ground with a thud. The Taoist priest picked it up, examined it, and clicked his tongue twice, saying, "Miss has a noble appearance, perhaps destined to marry into a prestigious family in the future. But this lot..."


    "What about this lot?" Although they were here to trick him, and his words might not be reliable, Chi Ying couldn''t help feeling nervous.


    "An eagle tamed in the hall, a sword returned to its scabbard. Though she has the bearing of riding the dragon and ascending the wind, she cannot live in luxury. Eventually, she will retreat," the Taoist priest held the slender stick playfully, smiling, "It''s a mediocre lot. Fortunately, she''s a girl, not a boy. Otherwise, if His Highness ascends the throne one day, what would he do?"


    Chi Ying couldn''t help lowering her eyes, pondering his words deeply.


    The Taoist priest said that little Cui Xian had a noble appearance but would find it hard to enjoy luxury. Did this mean her future circumstances would plummet? If one day Cui Yi became emperor, little Cui Xian would become a princess, free from the struggle for the throne, thus avoiding disaster. So what would make her distant from luxury?


    Mysteriously, Chi Ying thought of the word "marriage alliance" and couldn''t help shivering.


    More than a year ago, when the late Emperor was still alive, he approved the then Crown Prince Cui Jie''s proposal to reduce military spending and stop wars. The State of Chu indeed couldn''t afford another war, but the Northern Di people were greedy and cruel. Would they give Chu a chance to recover? To maintain peace, only negotiation remained, and negotiation��inevitably involved territorial concessions, tributes, and marriage alliances!


    Would Cui Yi be willing to send his daughter to the North for a marriage alliance? Like countless princesses in history, leaving her homeland, going to a foreign land where she would never return, enduring others'' disdain, bullying, contempt... finally dying alone?


    "Lady?" The Taoist priest waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Are you the wet nurse of Miss?"


    Chi Ying came back to herself, replying formally, "Yes, why?"


    The Taoist priest smiled and shook his head, "Nothing. A person''s destiny is often influenced by those close to them. Why don''t you draw a lot too? Perhaps you can change Miss''s future."


    The lot-drawing tube was offered to her again. Chi Ying reached out to take it, but Xiao Qiu quickly pulled her sleeve, signaling her not to shake.


    But Chi Ying was preoccupied with thoughts of her daughter''s possible misfortune. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, even if she could endure hardship for her daughter, she would do it to ensure her safety!


    "Clank clank clank... Thud!"


    Chi Ying held the lot-drawing tube, woodenly watching the Taoist priest pick up the stick she drew, smiling.


    "Why are you laughing?" Chi Ying couldn''t hold back.


    The Taoist priest turned the stick around for her to see. Both Chi Ying and Xiao Qiu gasped in surprise.


    It was a blank stick! There were no words written on it, completely smooth.


    Xiao Qiu couldn''t help asking, "What does this mean? Why is such an unfinished stick in the tube?"


    The Taoist priest laughed, "Not so. This stick is deliberately left blank. May I ask where you come from?"


    Chi Ying was still in shock from drawing the blank stick, answering without thinking, "From the capital."


    "Where are you going?"


    "I am going to..." Chi Ying''s eyes suddenly cleared, "I am going to the capital. Where are you from, sir? Where are you going?"


    The Taoist priest handed the blank stick to her with a smile, "I came from heaven and will eventually return to heaven. But before that, I have unfinished business in the mortal world."


    With that, the Taoist priest shook his robe and stood up, bowing deeply to Chi Ying, "Shan Jian, style name Yuanzhi, has been waiting for Lady Changsun here for a long time!"


    "You��!" Chi Ying was utterly stunned. She had calculated a thousand times, but never expected that this mysterious Taoist priest would turn out to be Shan Jian, the strategist of Third Prince Cui Huan! The same Shan Jian who designed to alienate Bai Li Zan and Cui Yi, sowing discord between them, helping Cui Jie plan the assassination at the imperial palace, causing the miscarriage of the Crown Princess, and ultimately driving Cui Yi out of the capital.


    In her previous life, Chi Ying had long heard of his reputation. Due to her status, she had never met him personally. All she knew from Cui Jie''s praises was that Shan Fu''s mind was as meticulous as dust, calculating without omission, excelling at manipulating people''s hearts, using ruthless tactics, unconstrained by moral principles. "With him, one can gain the world."This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Unlike Bai Li Zan''s clever strategies aiming for minimal sacrifice for maximum gain, Shan Jian''s approach was bold and merciless, following the path of hegemony, crushing anyone who didn''t submit.


    Cui Jie''s smooth ascent to the throne was largely due to Shan Jian. If Cui Jie hadn''t been too eager to kill Cui Huan, Shan Jian might have continued serving him, potentially achieving great fame and honor.


    Thinking of this, Chi Ying finally understood. She asked softly, "Third Prince..."


    Shan Jian''s lips curled slightly, a melancholy smile on his face, not answering.


    Whether in her previous life or this one, Chi Ying had no significant relationship with Cui Huan. However, having both been exploited and then killed by Cui Jie, she couldn''t help feeling a sense of shared sorrow. Sighing, she said, "Mr. Shan, you must have endured much. Xiao Qiu, go hire a sedan chair and bring Mr. Shan back to the residence."


    Xiao Qiu left to carry out the order. Holding his hands in his sleeves, Shan Jian replied, "Since I''m returning with Your Ladyship, there will be better things waiting for me. Things from the past should be discarded."


    Chi Ying noticed the jade pendant at his waist, which looked familiar. Thinking back, she realized she had seen it on Cui Huan before. She guessed that his relationship with Cui Huan was more than just that of master and strategist. Having traveled such a long way to Yan Prefecture to seek refuge with Cui Yi, he was likely seeking revenge for Cui Huan.


    She wondered how Cui Yi would react when he saw Shan Jian in the residence later.


    Yan Prefecture was vast and sparsely populated. Even a single courtyard wasn''t expensive. Upon arriving in Yan Prefecture, Cui Yi bought each of Cao Qian and the other two generals a property to avoid having a group of unmarried men living in the governor''s mansion, which would be inappropriate.


    Of course, for convenience, everyone lived on the same street, within earshot of each other.


    Chi Ying pushed open the black wooden door with peeling paint, stepping across the threshold first, "Mr. Shan, you can stay here. Yan Prefecture is so poor that we can barely afford meals, so I can''t offer you a grand residence. But in three to five years, everything will improve."


    Shan Jian entered, looking around. The single courtyard had a spacious main hall and two side rooms. Servants'' quarters were separate, and there was a kitchen��though it was covered in cobwebs from disuse.


    A willow tree in the northwest corner swayed gracefully, its green branches dancing in the breeze, pleasing to the eye.


    "This tree pleases me," Shan Jian walked straight to the willow tree without entering the house, "When I lived in the capital, there was also a willow tree outside the side courtyard of the prince''s residence. I used to play chess and recite poetry under it, quite enjoyable."


    Chi Ying sighed, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Mr. Shan, please mourn appropriately."


    Shan Jian turned back with a smile, "Wen Yu, where is he? It''s been many years since I last saw him. About the last incident..."


    Chi Ying comforted him kindly, "Being on different sides, mutual conflict is inevitable. Besides, you also played a trick on him later, so let''s call it even."


    Shan Jian hummed, walking a few steps further, stroking the willow tree''s trunk repeatedly. Chi Ying couldn''t see his face, but she imagined he must look wistful.


    "This place hasn''t been occupied for a long time. I''ll have someone clean it up and send a pageboy and two maidservants to attend to you..."


    "No need for maidservants, I''m not used to female servants. A pageboy will suffice."


    This seemed to confirm Chi Ying''s suspicions, so she didn''t insist, simply nodding in agreement, "Alright, will you dine at the residence tonight or..."


    Shan Jian stared at the willow tree absent-mindedly, not hearing her. Chi Ying left people to clean up, specifically instructing them not to make noise, and returned to the residence with Xiao Qiu.


    That night, Cui Yi returned from the government office, noticing the table set with more dishes than usual. Surprised, he asked, "What''s the occasion today? Why so many dishes?"


    Chi Ying had changed out of her plain clothes into a black brocade robe embroidered with silver patterns, wearing only a white jade hairpin. Cui Yi''s eyes lit up as he approached, "You''re dressed so beautifully, who are you trying to impress?" While pulling her towards the table.


    Chi Ying giggled, pushing him away, "Shouldn''t I ask you the same? Who are you secretly meeting?"


    Her question made Cui Yi uncomfortable, and he tried to evade, "Nonsense, I''ve never secretly met anyone."


    "No?" Chi Ying innocently blinked, "But I heard from General Cao..."


    "...Hmm."


    Cui Yi pulled her to sit down, reluctantly admitting, "I can''t say it''s a secret meeting. A few days ago, while inspecting the city gate, I met a Taoist priest who said I had the aura of a dragon and tiger, but unfortunately, the tiger had fallen into a valley, unable to fulfill its ambitions. Out of curiosity, I talked with him for a while and found him... quite intelligent."


    Chi Ying pretended to be surprised, "Really?"


    Cui Yi choked, "Were you asking about this?"


    Chi Ying blinked innocently, "No, I heard from General Cao that Old General Xu''s son, Xu Cheng, is also a fierce warrior. Didn''t your secret meeting fail?"


    Cui Yi: "..."


    Chi Ying teased, poking his cheek, "What happened, Your Highness? A smart Taoist priest at the city gate, then what? Did he give you some elixir, making you smarter recently?"


    At that moment, a soldier reported from outside that Mr. Shan had arrived, and Shan Jian walked in right after.


    Cui Yi stared at him, then at the laughing Chi Ying, completely speechless.


    Chi Ying laughed heartily, standing up to welcome him, "Since Mr. Shan and Your Highness already know each other, no introduction is needed. Please sit."


    Shan Jian was even less formal than Bai Li Zan, merely nodding slightly before sitting down on a stool. Cui Yi looked at him unhappily. Though he had found the man arrogant before, he had tolerated it because he needed his advice. Now that he was invited to the residence, becoming his supporter, how could he still act so arrogantly?


    Cui Yi considered how to assert his authority. Pouring wine into a cup, he handed it to Shan Jian, who politely thanked him without addressing him as "Your Highness." Feeling this was serious, Cui Yi decided to show him who was boss. With a stern expression, he coughed, "This prince..."


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    Shan Jian raised his cup with both hands, calmly interrupting him, "Thank you for your favor, Your Highness, but I have yet to introduce myself."


    When he stated his name, Cui Yi nearly fell to the ground, crushing the porcelain wine cup in his hand. He slammed the table in anger, "You are Shan Fuzhi!"


    Shan Jian sat quietly without fear, "Indeed, it is me."


    His calm demeanor left Cui Yi unsure whether he should order him dragged out and dismembered or personally draw the Xingyuan sword and stab him. The reason he had been exiled to this godforsaken place was, according to Chi Ying, all "thanks to him." A gentleman would not let such a grudge go unavenged; although Wu Wang was no gentleman, he was someone who always repaid his enemies.


    "Although Mr. Shan has traveled far to seek refuge under Your Highness, there''s no need to be so agitated," Chi Ying pressed down on his knee under the table, preventing him from standing up.


    Cui Yi''s face turned red. Continuing to scold wasn''t appropriate; even he had slightly considered recruiting this man, and killing him outright would be too wasteful. But stopping and continuing to drink wasn''t right either; his earlier outburst indicated he had something to say, and failing to follow through would lose his authority.


    Thus, Wu Wang held back and forcibly changed the subject, "I have long admired Mr. Shan��s reputation. With your assistance, I will surely replace my brother sooner."


    Shan Jian didn''t mind his awkward transition and remained composed, meeting his gaze, "Whether Your Highness wishes to usurp the throne is none of my concern. I came to Yan Prefecture for two reasons: to avoid danger and to seek revenge. Simply put, I want to use Your Highness and am willing to be used by you. Therefore, Your Highness need not say more; I do not seek fame or fortune, only your promise."


    Cui Yi was slightly surprised and asked, "Revenge? For what? What do you want me to promise?"


    Shan Jian spoke slowly, "If Your Highness promises to take Prince Cui Jie''s head for me, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."


    Previously the Crown Prince, now the Emperor, Cui Jie''s name was forbidden to be spoken except by the late emperor and the Empress Dowager. Yet, as someone who once served him, Shan Jian dared to call him by name, revealing deep-seated hatred that could make him risk his life for retribution.


    Cui Yi, usually not very quick-witted, suddenly understood, his lips trembling, "He even killed the third prince?"


    Shan Jian''s expression was calm like a lake, but his eyes reflected profound sorrow, "Officially, no one knows the Emperor ordered his death. During spring, when the prince fell ill and did not recover after a month, the Emperor sent medicine from the palace. Both I and the princess consort advised against taking it, but the prince trusted the Emperor and believed he wouldn��t harm his own kin, so he drank it."


    Cui Yi sighed deeply, pinched the bridge of his nose, frowned, and asked, "What about the third princess consort and his concubines? How did the Emperor handle them? Sent them to the teaching music troupe?"


    Shan Jian shook his head, "The Emperor pretended to be shocked by the news and ordered a proper burial. The princess consort was sent back to her family in Han Prefecture, and the servants scattered."


    Cui Yi lowered his head and fell silent. Chi Ying, however, was puzzled, "Why would the Emperor allow you to leave the capital?" Initially, she thought Shan Jian fled immediately after Cui Huan''s death, but since he knew about the princess consort''s fate, it must have been after the funeral. Given Cui Jie''s appreciation for him, he wouldn''t have allowed Shan Jian to escape, especially to join Cui Yi, his sworn enemy.


    "If he forbade it, would I have stayed?" Shan Jian lifted his chin confidently, "I borrowed some cosmetics from the princess consort, disguised myself as a woman, and easily slipped out of the city."


    Chi Ying was speechless.


    Cui Yi pondered for a moment and then asked, "So the decree to withdraw the fiefs will soon arrive in Yan Prefecture? No, it should have arrived already. What happened?"


    Shan Jian replied, "An unexpected situation occurred. When I reached Gan Prefecture, I heard that a thousand-strong army of the Northern Di entered the pass. The Emperor is now busy negotiating peace and temporarily hasn''t dealt with withdrawing the fiefs."


    Talking about peace negotiations, Chi Ying naturally recalled Shan Jian''s divination for Xiao Cui Xian earlier. Since Emperor Qisheng had no eligible daughters, he had two unmarried princesses, one twelve and the other nine, who were too young for marriage, which was fortunate.


    "Fool," Cui Yi harshly criticized, "The Northern Di have always coveted central China. How can they sincerely negotiate peace? If Great Chu surrenders without fighting, they will think us weak and easy to bully. Gan Prefecture, Han Prefecture, Ying Prefecture, and others will suffer continuous harassment. Our nation, founded on martial prowess, ends up relying on an incompetent emperor for peace. It''s a disgrace!"

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    Shan Jian brought news of recent events at court. Upon ascending the throne, Emperor Qisheng began promoting centralization, abolishing the cabinet and reclaiming the power of the Grand Secretaries. All state affairs were decided solely by the emperor. Simultaneously, he revoked the titles of the princes, reclaiming their territories, allowing them only a thousand households�� income. For princes accustomed to luxury, this was akin to being treated like beggars.


    But Cui Jie had justifications. He claimed that due to years of warfare, the national foundation was unstable, and reclaiming princely lands was necessary to provide more food aid to suffering citizens. This was pure deception. Why couldn��t he ask his brothers to contribute money instead of confiscating everything?


    This move caused outrage among the princes but was welcomed by loyal ministers. They feared the princes might rebel if left unchecked in remote regions. Thus, the emperor fabricated lies about benevolence, and officials followed suit, feigning compassion.


    "A beast who can drive his own brothers to death won''t care for the common people," Cui Yi despised his brother��s actions.


    Shan Jian smiled, "Anyone he cares for ends up dead. If he truly doesn��t care for the people, it might be a blessing for them."


    As they ate and talked, they discussed many events that occurred after Cui Yi left the capital. Chi Ying was concerned about Cheng Fengyi but hesitated to write due to her current awkward position, so she inquired about her from Shan Jian.


    "Cheng Fengyi, being old, submitted his resignation shortly after the prince''s death. The Emperor seemed to approve," Shan Jian vaguely answered, having limited knowledge of court affairs after Cui Huan''s death.


    Chi Ying felt somewhat relieved, "It��s wise for Cheng Fengyi to retire while he still can." However, Zhai Rang remained in office, so the family wouldn��t leave the capital, hoping they wouldn��t be implicated.


    Unfortunately, despite wishing for peace, the Cheng family was already embroiled in the turbulent undercurrents.


    A few days later, one morning, Cui Yi was training troops when he received word that Xie Yong sought an audience. Surprised, as Xie Yong had never visited him before, he instructed the soldiers to continue training and went to meet him in the tent.


    Xie Yong paced anxiously inside, handing over a letter as soon as Cui Yi entered, "Your Highness, this just arrived from the capital. It��s terrible news!"


    "What��s the big deal?" Cui Yi casually took the letter and sat on the general''s couch.


    Xie Yong urgently explained, "The Northern Di envoy has arrived in the capital. Minister Chang Sun is negotiating peace. The Northern Di demand ceding fifteen counties across Yan and Gan Prefectures, including eleven from Yan! Additionally, ten thousand taels of gold, eighty thousand bushels of rice, silk, and cloth..."


    While Xie Yong recited the terms, Cui Yi found something more alarming in the letter, "What?! A marriage alliance?!"


    The letter from Cui Jie contained many details related to Yan Prefecture, including a shocking revelation��appointing Cheng Fengyi as Princess Yonghe, to marry King Huoerhana of the Northern Di, passing through western Yan Prefecture mid-next month.


    Why Cheng Fengyi? Cui Yi��s mouth hung open wide enough to swallow a fist.


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    Not only was Cheng Fengyi just an official��s daughter with no royal blood, making her ineligible for marriage alliances, but she was also married with children!


    What was Cui Jie thinking?


    And what was Huoerhana thinking?


    "Wangye? Wangye?" Seeing Cui Yi sit stunned, Xie Yong nervously called out.


    Cui Yi snapped back to reality, stood up abruptly, "Come here!"


    Soldiers outside rushed in. Cui Yi ordered, "Send two men to invite Master Bai Li and Mr. Shan. Tell them I have important matters to discuss. If they don��t arrive within an incense stick''s time, strip them and run around the city walls three times bare-chested!"


    The soldiers were terrified and quickly left. Cui Yi took a deep breath, stepped out, and seeing Xie Yong still standing, said, "What are you waiting for?" Xie Yong hurriedly followed.


    Mounting Jinwu, Cui Yi raced back to the palace. Shan Jian, not needing to go to the prefecture office, arrived promptly. Bai Lizan, overwhelmed with paperwork, ran over with the threat of running naked, panting, "What earth-shattering matter requires immediate attention? Is the court attacking?"


    Shan Jian sipped tea calmly. Chi Ying, having read the letter, looked up pale-faced.


    "Ceding territory, compensation, tribute, marriage alliance... nothing is spared," Chi Ying tightly clutched the letter, tears welling up, "Who came up with this ridiculous idea to send a married woman like Sister Cheng for a marriage alliance?"


    Bai Lizan paused wiping sweat, puzzled, "Cheng Fengyi for a marriage alliance?"


    Chi Ying handed the letter to Xia Qiu and covered her face.


    Bai Lizan scanned the contents quickly, echoing their confusion, "How can a non-royal married woman be chosen for a marriage alliance? Xie Yong, is there any hidden agenda?"


    Xie Yong responded indifferently, "The Emperor mentioned in a secret letter that King Huoerhana showed particular interest in Cheng Fengyi, but didn��t explain why. He just told me to keep it secret and not inform the prince."


    "It was my suggestion last autumn to use Huoerhana to balance against the prince, buying time for Central Plains to recuperate," Shan Jian interjected.


    Bai Lizan stroked his beard, frowning, "If the prince learns Huoerhana will pass through Yan Prefecture, he might ambush him. The Northern Di envoy won��t exceed three thousand men, while Yan Prefecture has twenty thousand troops. With the prince leading, they should be able to annihilate them. The Emperor likely fears this, but... sigh!"


    Shan Jian employed a tiger-wolf strategy, indifferent to casualties. His focus was purely on results, disregarding human lives.


    Bai Lizan disagreed but acknowledged it as the best strategy given Cui Jie��s position. In conflicts, the ultimate winner would be Cui Jie.


    "Regarding Sister Cheng��s marriage alliance, what are your thoughts?" Chi Ying was deeply worried. The situation was bizarre from every angle.


    "Why was she chosen? Why did Huoerhana choose her? Her father resigned, and her husband lacks qualifications to attend the imperial banquet. How did the Northern Di king learn about her and why marry her? How could the Emperor agree?"


    Cui Yi interrupted, "Chi Ying."


    Chi Ying stopped talking and lowered her head.


    The three strategists pondered silently. Such an unprecedented event baffled everyone.


    At that moment, a servant announced Yang Qiong��s arrival. Cui Yi nodded, "Let him in."


    Yang Qiong strode into the hall holding a letter, "Wangye, a letter from the capital arrived at the camp."


    Another letter from the capital? Cui Yi asked, "Who sent it?"


    Sweating, Yang Qiong replied, "It��s from Cheng Fengyi��s husband, Minister Zhai."


    Chi Ying shot up, "Quick, give it to me!" Yang Qiong handed it over respectfully.


    The thick envelope suggested much content. Chi Ying��s trembling fingers struggled to open it. Cui Yi watched silently, took the letter, broke the seal, and unfolded several sheets filled with writing.


    Before finishing the first sheet, Chi Ying started crying. Everyone exchanged glances. Bai Lizan hesitated whether to speak. Cui Yi handed her a handkerchief, which she declined and continued reading until all five sheets were done. She passed them to Cui Yi, covering her face with both hands.


    "The letter says..." Cui Yi read, brows furrowed, "Xiaoqiu, escort Lady to rest."


    Chi Ying sobbed, trying to control herself, "I��m fine."


    Cui Yi explained to the anxious crowd, "Zhai Rang wrote that Cheng Fengyi��s deceased mother, during her travels as a healer, saved Huoerhana, who wanted to marry her but was refused. He harbored resentment ever since. Now, using the opportunity for peace talks, he demanded her daughter."


    Yang Qiong, unaware of the backstory, asked, "But Cheng Fengyi��s mother is dead."


    Bai Lizan muttered, "So he wants to take her daughter, regardless of her marital status. Is this gratitude or vengeance?"


    Yang Qiong��s face turned incredulous, "Mr. Bai, what do you mean?" Bai Lizan handed him the letter. Reading it, Yang Qiong��s expression turned horrified, looking up at Cui Yi, "Is this true, Wangye?"


    Cui Yi solemnly confirmed, "With Zhai Rang��s letter as proof, it shouldn��t be false."


    "How could the Emperor agree to such a preposterous request?" Yang Qiong exclaimed.


    Chi Ying, now calmer, wiped her tears, speaking steadily, "The Emperor initially refused. Huoerhana said if anyone could defeat him in single combat, he��d release Cheng Fengyi. Several palace guards fought but lost. Finally, Zhai Rang himself fought with a sword... "


    Bai Lizan gasped, "Zhai Rang barely handles a hoe."


    Chi Ying nodded, "Yes, he was probably bedridden when writing this."


    Shan Jian sighed, "Utter madness. But, Wangye, Lady, do you believe seven or eight palace guards couldn��t defeat Huoerhana?"


    Everyone was startled. Yang Qiong��s face flushed, veins bulging, "Are you implying��"


    "I believe this was staged by Cui Jie," Shan Jian set down his empty teacup, scanning everyone, "Eager for peace, he wouldn��t embarrass Huoerhana. Since Zhai Rang couldn��t win, showing ��effort�� sufficed. Sacrificing a woman with no ties to him��or rather, allied with his enemies��to gain peace, why not?"

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    Zhai Rang��s letter was written in shaky handwriting, clearly penned while bedridden.


    It described the banquet where King Huoerhana demanded Cheng Fengyi��s deceased mother Ma Shi. Learning she was dead, he requested her daughter Cheng Fengyi instead. Witnessing the negotiation, Zhai Rang and Cheng Fengyi endured sympathetic and fearful glances from colleagues. Unable to speak due to his low rank, Zhai Rang helplessly watched his wife become a bargaining chip.


    Huoerhana insisted on taking her, rejecting all offers. After three days of deadlock, he proposed a duel��if anyone could defeat him, he would spare Cheng Fengyi. Cui Jie immediately sent the strongest palace guards, who fought fiercely but lost. More guards followed, all defeated.


    "Madam Ma and Sister Cheng were lifesavers. How did they end up with such a ruthless devil?"


    Chi Ying stopped crying, flipping through the letter, imagining Cheng Fengyi being dragged away, screaming in despair, leaving her husband and child. She shivered.


    The incompetence of the emperor jeopardized the safety of millions of Great Chu��s people, resting on a powerless woman.


    Everyone left, leaving Cui Yi alone to comfort her, his arm around her shoulder.


    "Wangye, Lady, there��s one more thing," Shan Jian returned.


    Cui Yi looked up, "What?"


    Shan Jian bowed slightly, "Xie Yong cannot be trusted."


    Cui Yi frowned, displeased, "Didn��t you advise me to persuade him to surrender? Why now claim he��s untrustworthy?"


    "Xie Yong��s defection was likely orchestrated by you, wasn��t it?" Chi Ying placed the letter aside, taking a deep breath.


    Shan Jian nodded, "Correct. Before Your Highness and Lady left the capital, I laid out his path for the next three years. How to act in various situations, what to say and what not to say when questioned by the Emperor. Not just his repentance, today��s actions, even the plan to eliminate Lady through Ye Fu��s daughter, were my ideas."


    Cui Yi almost exploded, "You��!"


    Chi Ying, however, wasn��t too bothered, understanding that in opposing camps, such tactics were inevitable. Past deeds were past.


    "I don��t think Xie Yong will genuinely serve Your Highness," she softly said, "His sister remains his closest kin. Only siblings..."


    The alliance is necessary to control the Prince, but now Miss Xie is under house arrest, and the Prince''s attitude is clear: after using the Xie family, he will eventually divorce Miss Xie. Xie Yong wouldn''t be foolish enough to do something that benefits others; pretending to surrender and continuing to work for the Emperor would be his best option."


    A smile played at the corner of Shan Jian''s mouth. "It''s not easy to outwit Madam once."


    Holding Prosperity looked at him helplessly. "You almost got people killed with your schemes, and you''re still being modest? Excessive modesty is just another form of pride."


    Shan Jian chuckled and then addressed Cui Yi, "Before I left, I arranged everything to be conveyed to Xie Yong through Cui Jie''s words. Given this man''s character, he would never admit that the strategy came from someone else. Since Xie Yong doesn''t know me, it conveniently allows me to dismantle their bridge."


    "Xie Yong might pretend to surrender, but how can I trust that you aren''t doing the same, Mr. Shan?" Cui Yi suddenly asked.


    Shan Jian wore an indifferent expression. "It''s better if the Prince doesn''t trust me. Who knows, maybe one day I''ll find out that the Prince can''t avenge me and leave before dawn."


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    The next morning, during the Yanzhou army''s drills, the infantrymen waited in vain for Yang Qiong��s appearance. When they sent someone to his quarters, they found his bed cold and empty, the stove clean, with only a letter left on the table addressed to Cui Yi. The soldier had no choice but to bring the letter to Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi tore open the letter and was immediately enraged��Yang Qiong had gone alone to intercept the Northern Di envoy''s convoy!


    "What happened?" Upon receiving the news, Holding Prosperity rushed anxiously to the military camp. Entering, she saw Cui Yi losing his temper. "What do you mean by saying General Yang ran away, Your Highness?"


    Baili Zan followed closely into the command tent. "What happened to General Yang? The messenger didn''t explain clearly. What''s going on?"


    Cui Yi threw the letter at them. "See for yourselves!"


    Holding Prosperity caught the falling letter and read it carefully. It said, "Qiong knows that this journey is fraught with danger. Thank you, Madam, for saving my life, and thank you, Your Highness, for recognizing my worth. I wish to repay you in the next life. If Your Highness wants to accomplish great things, do not act rashly. If our rear is weak and the Northern Di invade, there will be no turning back." She read several lines more and finally understood.


    "General Yang went alone to save Sister Cheng?" Holding Prosperity was utterly shocked.


    Shan Jian arrived yawning, his eyelids drooping. "Yang Gongqi ran away to save Lady Cheng?"


    The three people in the tent stared at him. Cui Yi frowned slightly, suspiciously asking, "How did you know? Did you send him?"


    "Of course not," Shan Jian yawned continuously, standing with his hands clasped. "Yesterday, I noticed he was likely infatuated with Lady Cheng or had some other reason. I provoked him, and I suppose he packed up and left right away."


    Provoked him? Holding Prosperity paused, then realized that yesterday��s talk about "Cui Jie and Hu Erhana colluding to deceive everyone" was meant for Yang Qiong.


    Baili Zan stroked his beard. "Last year, General Yang saved Your Highness from an arrow wound, which Lady Cheng treated. His gratitude fits his character, but... how did you know his feelings for Lady Cheng?"


    Shan Jian smiled slightly, his tone casual yet confident. "He stayed after delivering the letter, obviously hoping to learn about Lady Cheng''s condition. When he learned that Lady Cheng was going to marry off, his face showed such distress that it was hard not to provoke him."


    Cui Yi exploded in anger. "You''re quite good at talking! Our Yanzhou camp lacks capable generals. Yang Gongqi excels in spear skills and military tactics, a rare talent! I''ve been cultivating him, and now you��ve driven him to his death! If anything happens to him, what will you use to compensate me?"


    Shan Jian remained unfazed by the shouting, wiping spittle from his face lazily. "If he couldn��t make up his mind, he wouldn��t be useful to the Prince anyway. Better dead than indecisive."


    Cui Yi was taken aback, asking, "What do you mean?"


    "General Yang actually doesn��t want to follow the Prince in rebellion," Holding Prosperity stepped forward. "The Yang family has served the Emperor loyally for generations. General Yang has always been uncertain about joining the Prince''s uprising. I thought about arranging a marriage for him to tie him down, but he refused. You also mentioned that he has someone in his heart, but we didn��t expect it to be Sister Cheng."


    Baili Zan understood as well, smiling bitterly. "You deliberately told him that Lady Cheng''s marriage was staged by the Emperor and Hu Erhana to goad him into confronting Hu Erhana. If the Prince led troops to help him, rescuing Lady Cheng would be ideal, but if unsuccessful, he''d resent the Emperor and fully commit to the Prince. Is that right?"


    Shan Jian shook his head. "No, not to help him, but to stop him. Lady Cheng must be taken by Hu Erhana. Only then will Yang Gongqi have to help the Prince seize the throne. Loyalty, morality, and law��all are meaningless compared to love. Only when there''s no way out will one fight to the death."


    His words stunned the three present. Holding Prosperity''s lips moved as if to speak, but Shan Jian guessed her thoughts. "Madam thinks I''m too ruthless? If I��m not mistaken, Zhai Zicheng wrote to Yanzhou desperately, also pleading for the Prince to save Lady Cheng, right? Today, the Prince stands here because he and you decided not to rescue her, correct?"


    Holding Prosperity froze, then emitted a pained groan, covering her face and lowering her head.


    "Zhai Zicheng''s letter could leave the capital with Cui Jie''s tacit approval. If the Prince acts recklessly for Lady Cheng, he falls into their trap. General Yang understands this and went alone."


    Cui Yi frowned deeply. "Last night, Holding Prosperity and I stayed up all night. Lady Cheng saved my life, and not rescuing her leaves us guilty. But rescuing her means our efforts over the past six months will be wasted. It��s... a difficult decision."


    Shan Jian said, "Your Highness can still catch up. Jinwu runs faster than ordinary warhorses. You might intercept Young Master Yang before they meet."


    "But what if you don��t make it in time?" Holding Prosperity worried. "If both General Yang and the Prince fall into the tiger''s mouth, isn''t it the same as letting the Northern Di conquer Yanzhou?"


    Shan Jian scratched his chin, making a "Hmm" sound, unable to respond.


    The Northern Di brought eight thousand men. If they colluded with Cui Jie to eliminate Cui Yi, there were likely more troops hidden beyond the border. Yanzhou had only twenty thousand soldiers. Splitting forces risked being picked off one by one. Shan Jian was adept at scheming but less so at rescuing, leaving him without a viable plan.


    "Your Highness, I have a plan," Baili Zan suddenly brightened. "Your Highness can go, but take two people."


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    Sang Duo put down her small knife, looking puzzled at the visitor. "I��m going too?"


    Holding Prosperity nodded. "Bomuer is familiar with the grasslands, his combat strength comparable to Your Highness. With two of you going, even if there''s danger, you can escape safely. Adding you and Nayang makes it even safer."


    The sea eagle Nayang heard its name and flapped its wings, cooing.


    Sang Duo fed Nayang another piece of meat, tilting her head in worry. "I��m fine, though. Though Your Highness seems stern and never smiles, mainly I��m concerned about my brother. I doubt he��ll agree to help you."


    "Also, I��ve discussed with Your Highness. Bomuer��s injuries have healed, and he��s fit to ride and hunt. Keeping you within the pass may unsettle our tribes. So, if you want to leave, you can return to the grasslands anytime."


    "Really?" Sang Duo exclaimed, holding her knife mid-air. "You��re letting us go?"


    Holding Prosperity blinked. "Don��t you want to go? If not, stay. Yanzhou has vast grasslands for grazing."


    Sang Duo shook her head vigorously. "Not that! It��s just... we didn��t think you��d let us go. My brother said the Great Chu always wanted to pacify us Bucha people, so initially, he didn��t want to seek your help."


    Holding Prosperity smiled gently. "Afraid I��d keep you here? The Prince indeed thought so, seeing him and your brother glare at each other like angry roosters. He didn��t want to let you go, but I convinced him otherwise."


    "How did you convince him?" Sang Duo asked curiously.


    "I said the Prince wants to return to the capital because it holds what belongs to you. The Bucha people long for the grasslands for the same reason. Yanzhou is just a temporary resting place, bound to leave sooner or later."

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    Sang Duo nodded thoughtfully. Holding Prosperity added with a smile, "Once the Prince unifies the northern grasslands, we can bring them back, can''t we?"


    "Bring who back?" Bomuer returned from outside, glancing at Holding Prosperity, his expression subtly changing. "Why are you here? Afraid your man gets jealous?"


    Holding Prosperity politely nodded. "I need your help."


    Bomuer remained cold, pouring himself water. "Help your man? No."


    Holding Prosperity turned away laughing. Sang Duo wished to disappear. "Brother! At least hear what she needs. As you taught me, one should repay kindness."


    "I owe him nothing," Bomuer replied coldly.


    Holding Prosperity grew serious. "You owe us nothing, but remember at Yanguishan, General Yang drove away the Northern Di cavalry chasing us, saving your life. He also saved the Prince in the capital. Today, I��m not asking you to help the Prince but to assist General Yang."


    Bomuer��s eyes flickered slightly. Setting down his cup, he asked, "That Yang Gongqi? What happened to him?"


    Holding Prosperity briefly explained Cheng Fuyi''s forced marriage and Yang Qiong''s solo rescue attempt. Bomuer scoffed. "If it��s a trap set by the Emperor and Hu Erhana, what can he do? Likely going to die for love. Even if we help, he won��t return."


    Sang Duo interjected, "But as long as he��s alive, there��s hope to save her. Dead, there��s no chance."


    Bomuer paused, glancing at Holding Prosperity, deep in thought.


    Holding Prosperity felt uneasy��hoping he wasn��t thinking something strange again.


    Fortunately, Bomuer agreed. "Yang Gongqi saved my life. I��ll go, but I won��t follow your man��s orders."


    Holding Prosperity sighed resignedly. "Understood."


    Time was tight. Cui Yi, Bomuer, and Sang Duo left without waiting for lunch, riding fast. Cui Yi rode Jinwu, a heavenly horse, while Bomuer rode Feiyun, a swift steppe horse. The trio, one red horse and one white, disappeared in a blink amid swirling dust.


    Several watched from the city gate. Shan Jian eyed Baili Zan. "Bomuer��s stubborn and arrogant. Aren��t you afraid he��ll argue with the Prince and ruin things?"


    "Arguments will happen, but it��s a rare chance. If we can win over these siblings, wouldn��t that be better?" Baili Zan smiled confidently.


    Holding Prosperity still looked worried. "If it works out, perfect. But Bomuer��s stubborn nature might clash with the Prince, causing more trouble."


    Shan Jian pondered and nodded. "If we can win them over, it would be great."


    Only Cao Qian was confused. "What are you talking about?"


    "Come, Cao General, a chance to earn merit," Baili Zan warmly embraced Cao Qian, who jumped back like a startled rabbit. "Mr. Save me! I just found a girl I like. Don��t involve me!"


    Baili Zan laughed. "Not matchmaking. A serious matter, important business."


    Cao Qian followed hesitantly. After whispering instructions, Cao Qian looked nervous, walking awkwardly away.


    Holding Prosperity laughed. "What did you tell him? Scared him like that."


    Baili Zan smiled mysteriously. "We need you to play along with a charade."


    "You��re testing Xie Yong?" Shan Jian, ever the cunning strategist, noticed Xie Yong��s absence and guessed Baili Zan��s intentions.


    Baili Zan sighed. "If so, what then? Did you teach him how to handle a test after feigning surrender?"


    Shan Jian shook his head. "No. Remember ''Notes from Zhao Hua Chuan''? Though I burned the hidden letters, Cui Jie discovered the clues beforehand and warned the Prince. Afterward, Xie Yong acted independently without consulting me, probably fearing collusion between us."


    "That simplifies things," Baili Zan sighed in relief. "Xie Yong, lacking initiative due to strict upbringing, constantly sought his father��s advice. We intercepted letters to his father, all seeking guidance. He craves his father��s approval."


    Holding Prosperity whispered, "So with the Prince away, if Xie Yong is pretending to surrender, he won��t miss this opportunity to betray us."


    Half an hour later, Xie Yong returned from investigating crop growth and overheard voices inside.


    "With Your Highness taking ten thousand men, Yanzhou��s defenses are weakened. If the Northern Di attack..."


    "Madam, don��t worry. Baili Zan and Fu Zhi have made arrangements..."


    Baili Zan pretended to speak in hushed tones, loud enough for Xie Yong to overhear. "Just increase the number of guards and flags on the city walls to create an illusion of strong defense. Once the Prince returns, everything will be fine."


    Holding Prosperity exaggeratedly fidgeted. "Thank you, Mr. I need to check on the sick pigs at home. I won��t bother you further."


    Rising, she walked out, spotting Xie Yong hiding in the corridor. Grabbing him, she pretended surprise. "Master Xie? How long have you been here?"


    Xie Yong answered calmly, "Just returned, about to report. Is Your Highness here?"


    Holding Prosperity nervously examined him. "The Prince left the city earlier and might return late tonight. Do you have urgent matters?"


    Xie Yong indicated no urgency. Holding Prosperity lingered, then reluctantly left.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Meanwhile, Cui Yi, Bomuer, and Sang Duo rode south with the imaginary ten thousand men. According to the letter''s date and travel speed, Hu Erhana, detouring around Chaoyan Mountain via Yanzhou, would likely encounter them within three to five days.


    At noon, they stopped at a roadside inn to rest and inquire about Yang Qiong.


    The stableman said a soldier passed early morning, not resting, just changing horses and leaving. Cui Yi thanked him and returned to the table. "Gongqi passed here before dawn. Now, he��s probably reached Dingcheng."


    As soon as Cui Yi finished speaking, Bomuer stood. "Waiting for the kitchen is too slow. Buy two baskets of buns and eat on the road. Let��s go."


    Eating while riding�� Cui Yi grumbled internally that Bomuer and Sang Duo could take turns eating on one horse, but he had no choice. Buying buns and filling water skins, they continued.


    Jinwu, annoyed at being interrupted while grazing, nearly kicked Cui Yi. Patting its head, Cui Yi whispered something, and Jinwu reluctantly allowed him to mount.


    Though Bomuer insisted on immediate departure, he didn��t demand full speed. They trotted forward, allowing Cui Yi to eat without choking.


    By dusk, they reached Fuxian County, learning Yang Qiong had changed horses without resting. Sang Duo marveled, "Without food or rest for days, even iron would break. By the time he meets Hu Erhana, he��ll be too exhausted to fight."


    "Regardless, we��ll start fresh tomorrow morning," Cui Yi said.


    Bomuer remained impassive. "We��re already hours behind. Waiting another night means losing him completely. Buy supplies and eat on the road. Let��s go."


    Cui Yi lost his temper. "You can ride non-stop, but show some concern for your sister!"


    Bomuer glanced at Sang Duo, who waved dismissively. "I��m fine! I grew up riding horses. Don��t worry about me."


    Cui Yi, feeling like he��d fed a dog, angrily handed Jinwu to a groom, packed two portions of braised beef and two baskets of steamed buns, and resumed their journey after a brief rest.


    In July, Yanzhou was at its hottest, with clear skies devoid of wind, clouds, or travelers.


    Yang Qiong had ridden non-stop for three days, changing horses six or seven times. Despite his determination, his body couldn��t keep up. Finally, he slowed down, finding a shaded slope to rest.


    Near the border between Yan and Gan provinces, endless green grasslands stretched under the scorching midday sun. Yang Qiong drank half a canteen of water, pouring the rest over his head.


    Water and sweat mingled on his face. Wiping his bloodshot eyes, he lay back against the slope, trying to sleep.


    The horse grazed nearby.


    A gentle breeze blew, and Yang Qiong fell asleep.


    Even in sleep, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyelids twitching occasionally as if ready to wake at any moment.


    He had a long, chaotic dream. In it, his father and elder brother appeared, along with his sister-in-law. For some reason, his elder brother knew of his sister-in-law��s secret affection for him. No matter how he defended himself, his father and brother refused to believe him, convinced he had committed an immoral act. His father beat him with a broom.


    In the dream, his usually calm elder brother was furious, veins popping on his forehead, accusing him of betraying family ethics. Unable to speak in the dream, Yang Qiong writhed in frustration.


    His sister-in-law cried silently, neither confirming nor denying, leaving him helpless and angry.


    Why didn��t they trust him? He was someone who would never do such a thing. His father and brother��s distrust caused him immense pain.


    His body convulsed slightly on the grass, reflecting his inner turmoil.


    Regarding his own nature, he should know it best. Li was his elder sister-in-law; he shouldn''t and wouldn''t harbor any improper thoughts about her!


    In the dream, there was chaos, and he seemed to have cried. When he opened his eyes, the lingering sadness and frustration of being unjustly slandered without being able to defend himself still lingered in his heart.


    It was already dark, and he had slept for at least four hours. The horse was still waiting quietly by his side. Yang Qiong sat up, feeling sore all over, but his spirits were much better. He took out some provisions from the saddle and ate a few bites with cold water.


    For the first three days, he had hardly eaten anything. Now that he had woken up, he felt like he could eat an ox. The bloodshot eyes hadn''t faded yet, and Yang Qiong looked into the night sky with a worried expression.


    Compared to the initial restless departure, he had now gone through fatigue and rest, completely calmed down, and couldn''t help but think��what am I going to do?


    A voice in his head answered: "Of course, go save her."


    Yes, to save her, but did he really have the ability to snatch her away from Huoerhana? This was a play jointly performed and set up by Emperor Shengzong and the Northern Di King, sacrificing Cheng Fengyi for peace, using Huoerhana to eliminate Cui Yi. The whole affair had nothing to do with him, right? No one expected him to intervene or anticipated that he would.


    He was just a pawn who, driven by a surge of passion, wanted to turn the tide single-handedly. Neither those calculating nor those being calculated noticed him.


    Or perhaps he should go back! What would happen after saving her? She must have suffered greatly along the way. Once rescued, she might even consider suicide. Even if she was a strong woman who could endure such humiliation, what about her husband? Could he accept that his wife had been defiled by foreigners?


    What would happen after saving her? Yang Qiong couldn''t help but feel lost.


    But fortunately, this confusion didn''t bother him for too long. No matter what, he needed to save her before considering the future. Living was always better than dying.


    After eating and drinking enough, Yang Qiong got back on his horse and headed towards Gan Prefecture.


    At the same time, behind him, half a day''s journey away, Cui Yi and the other two also entered Yan Prefecture''s grasslands.


    The Gyrfalcon circled in the sky, spotting prey and swooping down swiftly, its sharp claws accurately grabbing a wild rabbit running wildly in the grass. At Sang Duo''s whistle, it flapped its wings and returned.


    "Good job, Nayan!" Sang Duo extended her arm to catch it. Bo Muer bent down to pick up the stunned rabbit, skillfully gutting and skinning it, cutting the best piece of belly meat and tossing it to Nayan, who caught it nimbly and swallowed it quickly.


    Cui Yi dug a hole in the ground, filled it with dry grass he gathered, struck a flint to light it, and skewered the rabbit. Bo Muer turned around and said unexpectedly, "Didn''t expect you, a pampered prince, to know how to start a fire?"


    Sang Duo, feeding Nayan, was startled and hurriedly said, "Brother!"


    "What''s wrong with Prince?" Cui Yi wasn''t angry. He took out some salt from his bag and sprinkled it on the rabbit meat. "I went to war at sixteen. There were times when I defeated enemies gloriously and times when I was stranded alone, out of ammunition and food. If I couldn''t even start a fire to cook, I''d have starved to death."


    The flames licked the rabbit meat, and soon it was cooked. Cui Yi cut several slices from the leg and handed them to Sang Duo, who accepted them gratefully, saying, "Thank you, Prince."


    Bo Muer said coldly, "Why thank him? The prey was caught by Nayan."


    Sang Duo was speechless for a moment, and the awkward silence lasted for at least three breaths before she managed to say, "Brother, why are you so aggressive? During your recovery, the medicine and food were all provided by him, and I''ve never heard you thank him."


    "He gave willingly, why should I thank him?" Bo Muer''s face was indifferent. "Just like when she had no home, I provided for her without asking for thanks."


    Sang Duo was again at a loss for words.


    In Yan Prefecture, she had been terrified of Cui Yi and wanted to stay as far away as possible. But traveling together, although Cui Yi wasn''t talkative or fond of smiling, he was very considerate of her feelings as a woman, asking if she was tired or needed to rest, never ordering her around, doing everything himself, giving her the best food and drink, leaving the leftovers for himself and Bo Muer. In this interaction, her initial fear had faded, and she began to think that maybe it was better for Hengying to return to Cui Yi than to stay on the grasslands. Cui Yi possessed qualities that her brother lacked.


    She tried to reconcile their relationship, saying good things about Cui Yi, but was always coldly rebuffed by her brother. After so many days, she had seen no results.


    After eating, Sang Duo could lie down to sleep, while the two men took turns keeping watch.


    Cui Yi woke up after an hour and a half, seeing Bo Muer staring blankly at the campfire, deep in thought. He got up and walked a bit further to relieve himself.


    When he returned, Bo Muer was still sitting in the same position. Cui Yi didn''t care and added some dry grass to the fire, sitting in silence.


    After a while, Bo Muer suddenly spoke, "How did you and Hengying meet?"


    Cui Yi was taken aback, thinking it was inappropriate to tell outsiders that he had forced her into marriage after taking advantage of her in a brothel. But Bo Muer continued, "In Central Plains marriages, they are arranged by parents and matchmakers. Many couples don''t even see each other before marriage. Men can take concubines or visit prostitutes if they don''t like their wives, but women, regardless of whether their husbands are old or young, talented or incompetent, can only accept their fate. This is what you call ''heaven is the husband.''"


    "Do you still think Hengying doesn''t truly want to be with me?" Cui Yi laughed ironically. "Hahaha!"


    Bo Muer''s face showed conflicting emotions. "What are you laughing at?"


    Cui Yi laughed enough and replied coldly, "You dare not ask her or haven''t gotten satisfactory answers, so you put on this ridiculous facade of caring for her. Isn''t that laughable?"


    Bo Muer lay down, resting his arms under his head, closing his eyes, and seeing Hengying''s smiling face as she sent them off.


    "How did you meet?"


    "I told you, will you believe?"


    Bo Muer fell silent. Cui Yi silently recalled the past.


    Although he wanted to confidently say that "Hengying is willing to be with me," he knew that he had indeed used tricks to make her his own. Initially, Hengying wanted to marry Crown Prince Cui Jie��not him��the useless Wu Wang who could do nothing but fight.


    After marriage, Hengying said she liked him and always planned for him, but he could never be reassured. It was like stealing a kitten from someone else''s house, unsure when the owner would reclaim it. This unease, even without Bo Muer''s appearance, had always troubled him.


    From never wanting to marry to becoming anxious about a woman, Cui Yi felt he didn''t recognize himself anymore.


    "I once saved her."


    Bo Muer turned to look at him. "What did you say?"


    Cui Yi said expressionlessly, "During the selection period for the crown princess, someone drugged her and sent her to a brothel to disqualify her and ruin the entire Changsun family. I happened to pass by and saved her. Afterwards, she pretended to be ill and claimed she had scars, escaping the selection and marrying me."


    Bo Muer narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "If you liked her, why did you only make her a concubine? You''re not truly fond of her but used her to weaken the crown prince''s power."


    Cui Yi snorted. "Believe it or not."


    Silence fell again, but this time Bo Muer broke it. "Do you like her? For her looks, intelligence, or family background?"


    "What about you? What do you like about her?" Cui Yi retorted irritably.


    Bo Muer looked up at the sky. "When she appeared before me, she was in extreme panic, ragged and exhausted, but didn''t break down. She tightly held her child, fearing I would harm Xiaonuan. That spirit of resilience, though weak, never truly falls, like reeds in the wind."


    Cui Yi pondered for a while, then looked up. "So, you like her because of my mistake."


    He took a deep breath, imagining Hengying''s appearance at that time, feeling a pang in his heart.


    "If I hadn''t been thrust into a desperate situation, lacking the ability to protect those around me, there wouldn''t have been a Hengying who, despite being exiled and nearly killed, still fiercely protected our child."

 Hero Saves Beauty

    In the days following Cui Yi''s departure, patrols on the walls of Huben Pass doubled, and flags were everywhere, showing a display of "false bravado."


    Xie Yong observed and found only dozens of people working in the fields and barely a thousand soldiers drilling in the camp, less than five battalions. With Cui Yi, Cao Qian, and Yang Qiong absent, Xie Yong wondered if leaving both Cao Qian and Yang Qiong was too risky. If the Northern Di had premeditated an attack on Yan Prefecture''s main camp, what would happen? After checking the military camp, Xie Yong left.


    Soon after, Bai Lizan received news from Cao Qian confirming that Xie Yong had indeed checked the camp.


    "She really can''t be kept..." Hengying sighed.


    Bai Lizan smiled and dismissed the messenger, saying, "Such a person, keeping her around serves no purpose. She has little talent and a narrow mind. I don''t remember offending her, but during those days in Xuanzhou, she treated us horribly, not letting me eat properly, setting dogs on us, chasing Xiao Taosu onto the roof, waking up to dead rats, finding snails in porridge..."


    Hengying covered her mouth, looking nauseous. Bai Lizan shook his head repeatedly.


    Suppressing the nausea, Hengying drank some water, tearfully looking at him. "Mr. Bai, you suffered more than me. I wondered why she targeted you, a trusted advisor of the prince, with whom she had no grudge. How could Xie Yong be so foolish?"


    "Hengying wants to compete for the title of Princess Consort, and Xie Yong wants to compete for the position of chief strategist. Naturally, she dislikes us both," Bai Lizan wrote on a document. "Titles like chief strategist mean nothing to me. In terms of wisdom, I admit I''m inferior to Shan Ge, willing to yield. But if it''s Xie Yong... hah!"


    Hengying felt increasingly nauseous, groaning and rushing outside to vomit against a door frame, but nothing came out.


    Bai Lizan, still at his desk, didn''t look up. "Are you pregnant? Should we call a doctor?"


    Hengying rolled her eyes weakly. "Nausea from snails. How could I be pregnant so soon? Xian''er is only one year old. I''m not a sow."


    Bai Lizan couldn''t help laughing. "A sow can give birth twice or thrice a year. How can you compare yourself to a sow?"


    Hengying was furious. "Are you saying I''m worse than a sow?"


    Bai Lizan quickly denied it. "Hengying, I''m going back. There''s a lot to do at home. Soon, sorghum will ripen, and we need to start brewing. And recently, Gongyang bought some chicks from the market. The prince doesn''t allow them in the palace, so they''re temporarily living with pigs. We''ll distribute them after breeding more. Bamboo cages have been ordered..."


    "Ahhh?!"


    On the tenth day, Yang Qiong finally found the Northern Di delegation within Gan Prefecture''s territory.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    The golden-red sunset blazed like a fiery patience test. Yang Qiong hid in the forest on a hillside, crouching low, concealing himself, sweat glistening on his nose.


    Below, there were nearly a thousand tents, but according to Cui Jie''s letter to Xie Yong, the delegation had only two thousand people, the rest being tribute and supplies from Great Chu.


    Though eager to rush down and confront Huoerhana, Yang Qiong decided to rest and recover, preparing for the best opportunity.


    Yang Qiong hid the horse in the woods, marking it, and found a vantage point to observe. He buried a freshly hunted pheasant underground to roast. Below, the Northern Di were cooking, and Yang Qiong estimated their troop distribution.


    Cooks wearing white cloth masks fetched water.


    He regretted leaving in haste without proper preparation. If he had attacked now, stripped the man''s clothes, infiltrated the camp, and poisoned the food, he could have killed at least three squads or a battalion.


    Not bringing poison was a huge oversight, Yang Qiong thought gloomily.


    The next morning, the Northern Di discovered two hundred dead soldiers. General Huoerhana was shocked, reporting to Huoerhana. Poisoning was confirmed, but the source remained unknown.


    Unable to ignore the deaths, they collected wood and burned the bodies.


    Yang Qiong watched from afar, his heart pounding.


    Besides himself, someone else was targeting this group. Was it Zhai Rang''s hired assassin? Possible.


    He decided to leave temporarily to set another trap.


    After another ambush in the canyon, Huoerhana lost nearly five hundred soldiers. They dared not cook meals slowly, resorting to dry rations.


    That night, Yang Qiong collected crossbows from dead soldiers, setting up dozens of hand crossbows in the forest. As the troops passed, he released the ropes, shooting dozens of arrows, causing chaos. A squad tracked the arrows'' origin, and Yang Qiong shot from cover, relocating after each shot. His aim was precise, taking down ten soldiers instantly.


    However, Yang Qiong''s position was exposed, and dozens of arrows flew towards him. Despite swinging his silver spear, an arrow pierced his thigh, slowing him down. Facing an approaching soldier, he braced for impact.


    Suddenly, a bowstring twanged from the forest, an arrow whizzing past his ear, killing the soldier.


    More arrows followed, each hitting its mark. Yang Qiong couldn''t believe it, seeing a figure moving on the opposite hillside, too far to identify.


    "Whoever you are, thank you!" Yang Qiong felt rejuvenated, heading to the next trap.


    After two attacks, Huoerhana had fewer than eight hundred remaining soldiers, fleeing hastily. They encountered no trouble the next day, camping overnight.


    Wearing black, Bo Muer silently infiltrated the camp, killing dozens of sleeping soldiers. Alerted by the commotion, soldiers chased him, but he escaped, throwing poisoned knives, remnants from the poisoned soldiers.


    Campfires ignited by Cui Yi''s flaming arrows spread rapidly, engulfing the camp. Soldiers scrambled to douse the flames, but the dry season made it impossible.


    Huoerhana fled with his generals and a few soldiers, leaving behind a smoldering ruin.


    The man spat blood and fell sideways.


    "Who! Who is plotting against me!" Huoerhana pounded his chest and tugged at his beard, roaring loudly, "If you have the guts, come out!"


    Ahead was about to enter the territory of Yan Prefecture, where the terrain was relatively flat, making it difficult to ambush again. Once Huoerhana left the pass, there were six thousand troops waiting for him outside the pass, and it would be completely hopeless.


    Thinking this, Yang Qiong walked out from his hiding place.


    Yang Qiong slowly walked out from his hiding place.


    After more than ten days without washing, crawling and rolling in the mountains and grasslands, and being injured, he looked almost like a wild man, with ragged clothes, deformed armor, and his helmet long lost. The wound on his thigh had reopened due to intense running, staining the bandage red.


    His hair was disheveled, his beard long, and his face unrecognizable.


    Huoerhana was both surprised and angry. He was surprised that one person could wipe out more than half of his entourage, and he was furious that his bunch of incompetent followers had been so humiliated by a single person.


    He raised his bronze axe and pointed it forward: "Who are you! Why do you always oppose me!"


    Yang Qiong held his silver moon spear upside down and limped forward, standing tall and fearless.


    "I came to save someone."


    Huoerhana narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him: "Who sent you? That pale-faced censor?"


    Yang Qiong stopped thirty feet away and stood firm: "No one ordered me, I came voluntarily. Lady Cheng saved my life, and as a man, I cannot repay her kindness. I heard you made a promise in the capital that if anyone could defeat you, you would let Lady Cheng go. I am here to challenge you."


    Huoerhana was first stunned, then burst into laughter, turning his head to shout at the carriage behind him: "Did you hear that! You claim to be married, saying one woman doesn''t serve two husbands, yet you still have a lover willing to risk his life for you! How much is your morality worth, huh? Hahaha!"


    Inside the carriage, there was a loud clatter. It was likely that Lady Cheng was restrained by the Northern Di attendants, covering her mouth and unable to speak.


    Yang Qiong''s fingers trembled with anger, shouting: "What utter nonsense! Don��t use your shameless Northern Di faces to smear Lady Cheng��s purity!"


    Huoerhana laughed wildly, dismounted, and soldiers led the horses back, clearing enough space.


    "You think you can defeat me alone? Ridiculous!" Huoerhana swung his bronze axe and shouted, "Come and fight!"

 Intentions on Yan Prefecture

    Yang Qiong also roared and charged forward with his silver moon spear.


    Bronze axe clashed with silver spear, creating a loud clang and sparks flying. They fought fiercely in the middle of the wilderness.


    The Yang family spear emphasized agility and skillful strength, combining offense and defense. Huoerhana, however, used a broad and powerful style, relying on brute force. Each clash shook Yang Qiong''s hands, so he dared not meet him head-on, retreating several feet to find another strategy.


    A strong opponent struck without reservation, causing greater damage than usual, but if they missed, their movements would linger longer than normal. If he could exploit this weakness, defeating the brute attack wouldn''t be hard.


    In the grass, Cui Yi watched their fight intently. From Huoerhana''s fighting habits, it was clear he attacked recklessly, trading blows for life. This made him extremely difficult to deal with, especially since Yang Qiong was already injured...


    Yes, that was the most critical point. Hopefully, Huoerhana wouldn''t notice it.


    On the other side, Bo Muer watched for a while and suddenly whispered: "This is bad."


    Sangduo tensed up immediately: "What��s wrong?"


    "Yang Gongqi seems to be injured in his leg," Bo Muer frowned, pointing. "Look, he puts all his weight on his right leg, hardly using his left. When forced, his stance is unstable. He must be injured."


    Sangduo peered curiously: "But we didn��t see him get hurt earlier. If Huoerhana had injured him, he would have targeted the wound again. Why did nothing happen?"


    Bo Muer pondered: "Probably he was already injured before. This is bad. Originally, the outcome was uncertain, but now..."


    As he spoke, Yang Qiong stumbled, losing his balance. Huoerhana noticed immediately and kicked his injured left leg, causing Yang Qiong to finally kneel.


    "Coming to challenge me while injured, you really underestimate me!" Huoerhana stomped on his wound, grinding it cruelly. Yang Qiong''s veins bulged, gripping his spear with one hand and holding Huoerhana��s ankle with the other.


    Huoerhana triumphantly trampled his defeated opponent, pressing the bronze axe against Yang Qiong��s throat: "To use your Central Plains phrase, next time you want to steal a woman from me, remember to look in the mirror first."


    He withdrew the axe and kicked Yang Qiong, who couldn��t dodge and was hit in the jaw, falling backward with stars in his eyes.


    Cui Yi couldn��t help but sigh deeply. Shan Jian had instructed them to prevent Yang Qiong from rescuing Lady Cheng. Unfortunately, fate played its part; Yang Qiong was already at a disadvantage due to his injuries, and Huoerhana easily crushed him.


    Huoerhana seemed to disregard Yang Qiong, ridiculing him before turning to leave.


    "Tell your master, whoever wants to take the disciple of the Medicine King must step over my dead body!"


    The Northern Di soldiers cheered loudly as Huoerhana arrogantly walked back to his horse.


    Suddenly, Yang Qiong sprang up, swinging his silver spear, a bright arc slicing through the night sky, aiming for a final blow.


    But a nearby Northern Di general wouldn��t let him, slashing across his abdomen, leaving a seven-inch-long wound.


    Even in the darkness, the splashing blood was visible. Cui Yi straightened up, hand on his Star Abyss sword, ready to charge.


    Despite Shan Jian��s warning not to reveal himself to Huoerhana, he couldn��t just watch Yang Qiong die.


    Meanwhile, Bo Muer remained calm. Sangduo shivered nervously: "Brother, should we save him?"


    "No," Bo Muer crushed a blade of grass in his hand, "Since he��s determined to die, he wouldn��t want interference. If we intervene, Huoerhana will become suspicious. There are still six or seven hundred Northern Di soldiers; we can��t escape."


    "So we just watch him die?" Sangduo��s heart softened, tears threatening to fall.


    Bo Muer remained silent.


    Yang Qiong��s failed ambush left him nearly disemboweled. This time, he truly couldn��t rise. Huoerhana showed no intention of finishing him off, merely grunting and riding away.


    As dawn approached, the sky lightened, and the Northern Di envoy successfully took Lady Cheng away.


    Cui Yi emerged from the grass, walking toward Yang Qiong, who lay motionless, too heartbroken to care who approached.


    "Get up," Cui Yi said, standing beside him.


    Yang Qiong didn��t move.


    "Get up! Is this all it takes to bring you down?" Cui Yi shouted, kicking his shoulder, rolling him over. "A true man fears no defeat. Just because you lost once doesn��t mean you should give up. Do you think this honors your ancestors or repays Lady Cheng��s kindness?"


    Yang Qiong lay prone, clawing at the ground, pulling up grass and pounding it.


    Cui Yi watched silently. Yang Qiong slammed his forehead into the ground, crying initially suppressing his sobs, then letting out animalistic cries.


    The Northern Di were far away, leaving only hoof prints and cart tracks on the plain, along with the sound of desperate sobbing.


    When he finished crying, Cui Yi commanded again: "Stand up, Yang Gongqi. If you don��t want Lady Cheng to suffer under Huoerhana forever, stand up like a man!"


    Yang Qiong lifted his tear-streaked face, dirt and debris clinging to his skin.


    He gripped his fist tightly: "I will kill him."


    Cui Yi nodded: "Alright."


    Yang Qiong struggled to rise, and Cui Yi helped him to his feet, guiding him toward the river.


    Sangduo followed, helping clean and dress his wounds. Cui Yi asked: "Where��s your brother?"Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "He said he had something to do and told me to follow you." Sangduo��s eyes were red, having shed many sympathetic tears. She carefully replaced the bandage on Yang Qiong��s thigh, cutting away the rotting flesh with a small knife.


    Yang Qiong remained silent, even when the potent medicine powder was applied, showing no reaction.


    Cui Yi nodded: "Do as you wish. I��ll borrow a cart from the village ahead. Sangduo, please watch over Gongqi."


    Sangduo agreed, and Cui Yi rode off on Jinwu.


    Sangduo caught fish, started a fire, and roasted fresh fish, offering it to Yang Qiong, who sat blankly, unresponsive.


    "Don��t be too upset. As the Central Plains say, victory and defeat are common in war. You��ve done your best. Even if this attempt fails, there will be others. We��ll rescue Lady Cheng eventually, won��t we?" Sangduo tried to console him.


    Yang Qiong stared blankly, perhaps absorbing her words.


    Sangduo handed him the skewered fish: "Eat something. Only with strength can you recover and seek revenge!"


    "Oh, right, Chiyin asked me to tell you something."


    Sangduo crouched in front of him: "Chiyin said you give Lady Cheng hope by living. If you destroy yourself, she��ll be buried in a foreign land, never returning to the Central Plains."


    Perhaps her words resonated, or he realized it himself. Yang Qiong��s vacant eyes gradually returned to normal. He sighed deeply, lowered his head, and began eating.


    The Northern Di envoy entered Yan Prefecture.


    Night fell.


    "Move aside! Move aside!"


    Servants hastily retreated as Huoerhana barged into the tent.


    Lady Cheng, sitting dazed in the bathtub, jumped up in fright, quickly covering herself with her arms, stammering: "What do you want? Stay back! Stay back!"


    Huoerhana rubbed his thick hands together, grinning wickedly: "I��m not here to do anything. Just checking on you. You seem tense��are you expecting something from me?"


    Lady Cheng turned pale, grabbing soap and towels to throw at him: "Get out! Leave! You wolf-hearted fiend, you��ll never rest in peace!"


    Huoerhana dodged the harmless objects, stepping closer. Lady Cheng backed away, trembling violently.


    "Many people have hoped I��d never rest in peace," he enjoyed watching the woman resembling his benefactor tremble in fear, feeling immensely satisfied. "But your mother saved me, allowing me to survive. I��m grateful and wanted to repay her, but she refused."


    Bo Muer, dressed in black, infiltrated the relaxed Northern Di camp effortlessly.


    No one had told him not to rescue Lady Cheng. After Yang Qiong��s failure, he decided to act alone. Killing Huoerhana would avenge his abducted tribesmen, and rescuing Lady Cheng would be a bonus.


    Avoiding patrols, Bo Muer searched for Huoerhana��s tent.


    "She refused, so what! My mother healed countless lives without seeking repayment. Her kindness fed a wolf like you!" Lady Cheng��s voice echoed angrily, invigorating Bo Muer. Huoerhana and Lady Cheng were together, simplifying things.


    He changed course, heading toward Lady Cheng��s tent.


    Huoerhana snorted: "I��m the ruler of the Northern Di, highly esteemed. Could I be worse than your useless father? Your mother was shy, not daring to accept. Though she married that old fool Cheng Hu, she must still love me. She couldn��t wait for me to take her. No matter, I��ll love you as I loved her, so she can rest in peace."


    Outside the tent, Bo Muer grimaced��Huoerhana��s self-delusion was astonishing.


    "Clink!" A porcelain dish shattered inside.


    Lady Cheng smashed the soap dish, holding a sharp shard to her neck: "Lady Cheng has only one husband, Zhai Zicheng. Step closer, and I��ll die before your eyes!"


    Huoerhana chuckled, dismissing her threat: "Do you think I care about your life? Your death means no struggle, and I can do as I please. Back in Changyao, I��ll hang your violated corpse on the city gate, showing everyone who dares defy me!"


    Lady Cheng paled, tears welling up, but she held her head high: "I��m sworn sisters with Princess Consort Wu of the Great Chu, Longsheng. If I die, my husband will surely ask Prince Wu for help. If I die, they will avenge me. One day, Yan Prefecture��s cavalry will breach Changyao, and your blood will honor my soul!"


    "Enough!" Huoerhana hadn��t expected such defiance, momentarily speechless. Looking at her proud face, he felt conflicted��desiring her yet fearing her death. Finally, he sneered: "Prince Wu? Ha, my eighty thousand troops await in Yanguishan. If he steps out of Yan Prefecture, he won��t return."


    Both Lady Cheng and Bo Muer outside were shocked��Huoerhana aimed for Yan Prefecture!


    Bo Muer��s mind raced. With Cui Yi and himself absent, if Huoerhana attacked Yan Prefecture, Chiyin would be in danger. If she fell into his hands, she��d suffer terribly. He needed to warn them.


    But what about Lady Cheng? Should he abandon her rescue? Returning empty-handed would invite ridicule from Cui Yi. No, he must save her. Killing Huoerhana would stop the attack.


    "As for Princess Consort Wu," Huoerhana continued, drawing their attention: "She��s barely surviving, hidden among the Busha tribe. I dispatched troops to find her. Soon, you and your sister will meet in Changyao, becoming mine! Hahaha!"


    Lady Cheng gasped, horrified. Bo Muer was enraged.


    His tribespeople were hunted because Huoerhana coveted Chiyin! This shameless tyrant, stealing others�� wives...


    Suddenly, a question arose: "Huoerhana, knowing Chiyin was married, still desired her. Am I any different? Always thinking Cui Yi unworthy, believing I��m better suited for her. Am I like Huoerhana? In Chiyin��s eyes, am I a heartless madman?"


    Recalling his past hostility towards Cui Yi and their marriage, Chiyin smiled, but her expression always seemed helpless. Without his previous kindness, she might have reacted like Lady Cheng, threatening her life.


    This realization dampened his resolve. His mind muddled, nearly exposing himself to Northern Di soldiers.


    Should he warn Chiyin about Huoerhana��s plan?


    Or disappear forever?


    If he appeared despicable in her eyes, meeting her again would be pointless.


    Bo Muer stood on the hilltop, lost in thought.


    Meanwhile, far away in Yan Prefecture, Chiyin faced her first real battle��because the Northern Di cavalry had arrived!


    Chiyin woke abruptly, hearing shouts from the city gates: "Report! Urgent news from Tiger Rush Pass!"


    Xiaoqiu, on night duty, jumped up, lighting lamps and dressing Chiyin hurriedly.


    "What happened?" Chiyin rushed out, wearing only an outer robe.


    The messenger knelt on the steps, reporting: "The Northern Di launched a night attack on Tiger Rush Pass! General Cao leads the defense. The Prince isn��t here. What should we do, Lady?"


    Chiyin took a deep breath��what was inevitable had come.


    Xie Yong��s defection was a ruse, thankfully countered by Bai Lizan��s trap. Otherwise, Tiger Rush Pass would have fallen instantly.


    "Stay calm, close the gates, prepare catapults, heavy crossbows, and archers on high ground. Don��t let the Northern Di breach the pass!"


    "Yes!"


    The messenger dashed off. Chiyin rubbed her temples, exhaling tiredly.


    Her military knowledge was rudimentary, and with only General Cao defending the city, holding out might be possible, but street fighting would be disastrous.


    Their only hope was to hold until Cui Yi returned.


    Each led a force of several thousand, and repelling the Northern Di cavalry would no longer be difficult.


    "Hurry back!" Shouchong clasped her hands together, praying to the moon.


    The Northern Di cavalry had come with eighty thousand troops, four times the number of the Yan Prefecture army. The siege towers and ladders stretched endlessly. The Yan Prefecture army defended Hu Ben Pass, raining arrows down like a torrential rain. When one Northern Di soldier fell from a ladder, another immediately took his place. Cao Qian angrily swung his sword, cutting off the fingers of a Northern Di soldier who was about to climb over the city wall, then raised his sword high and shouted, "For your wives, children, and elders, hold this line!"


    The Yan Prefecture soldiers'' cheers shook the heavens. Both sides'' catapults exchanged volleys, and batches of defending soldiers were replaced, while the corpses of the Northern Di piled up thickly on the ground.


    Baili Zan rushed onto the city wall, coughing from the smoke of the torches, "General Cao! Cough, cough...��


    Cao Qian, covered in blood, did not turn around, "It''s dangerous here, sir, go back quickly!"


    "Because it''s dangerous, I have to come," Baili Zan wiped away his tears and snot, "What is the situation now?"


    Cao Qian kicked over a ladder, shouting back, "We can still hold on, what do you suggest, sir?"


    Baili Zan, wiping his nose and tears, said, "When reinforcements arrive, please lead them in, General Cao. I will guard the gate."


    "Reinforcements?" Cao Qian was puzzled, "Where are these reinforcements?"


    Baili Zan couldn''t speak anymore, so Cao Qian had to take him to a sheltered area temporarily.


    Without the smoke, Baili Zan sneezed a few times and finally spoke clearly, "I wrote a letter to General Xu, telling him that our scouts found a large number of Northern Di cavalry outside the pass, likely to attack soon. He has promised to help us, arriving by tomorrow morning at the latest!"


    General Xu? Former Yan Prefecture Governor Xu Chong? But he was almost seventy years old! Cao Qian felt like crying when he thought of the old man with his white beard going into battle again.


    At this moment, a soldier rushed in to report, "Reporting to the general! A troop has broken through the enemy''s encirclement and is fighting their way in!"

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    A soldier rushed in to report, "Reporting to the general! A troop has torn through the enemy''s encirclement from the north and is charging in!"


    Baili Zan clapped his hands and cheered loudly, "Great! They arrived just in time!"


    Cao Qian hurried to the city gate to see. In the faint moonlight, he saw a troop indeed approaching from afar, charging into the ranks of the Northern Di infantry. The leader wore black armor, tall and robust, wielding two large axes, leading a small cavalry force like a sharp spear into the battlefield.


    The Northern Di focused solely on attacking the city and didn''t expect an ambush from behind, causing chaos for a moment. Their commander shouted loudly, waving the command flag, gathering a thousand men to surround and attack. But the man wielded his axe swiftly, splitting a young officer in half, then continued his charge.


    Cao Qian''s eyes nearly popped out��could Old General Xu, nearing seventy, still possess such strength? Wait, hadn''t Old General Xu sworn never to serve the Cui family again? At that time, Cui Yi tried repeatedly to retain him but failed, allowing him to leave with his family.


    Thinking this, the black-armored general had already charged into the shield formation. The archers hastily drew their waist knives to defend, but they were no match for the cavalry and were cut down, forcing their way toward the siege vehicles.


    "General Cao! Quickly!" Baili Zan, choked by the smoke, pinched his nose and shouted.


    Cao Qian immediately went down to gather troops to assist. Baili Zan took the command flag, trying to see the battlefield through the smoke and tears.


    The black-armored general slashed his way through, defeating anyone who came near within three moves, leaving a trail of blood and flesh. As he approached the city gate, Baili Zan was about to order the gate opened when the man turned his horse and charged back into the enemy ranks. The Northern Di soldiers had just reorganized but were once again scattered.


    Baili Zan''s spirits lifted, and he immediately waved the command flag, "Fire!"


    Instantly, thousands of arrows flew from the city gate, killing another batch of Northern Di front-line soldiers who weren''t prepared for the next wave of attacks. The black-armored general led fewer than two thousand men, charging left and right on the plain before the pass, terrifying the Northern Di soldiers. Hearing the retreat signal from behind, they withdrew like a flood.


    Baili Zan breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the gates opened to let them in.


    The black-armored general led his troops into Hu Ben Pass. With torches brought close, Cao Qian finally recognized him��it wasn''t the elderly Xu Chong but his son, Xu Cheng!


    "Thanks to General Xu for coming all this way to assist us, relieving the pressure on Hu Ben Pass!" Baili Zan hurriedly introduced him to Shouchong as she descended the city wall.


    Xu Cheng stood tall and strong, with bushy eyebrows and large eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was a talkative and warm-hearted person. When Cui Yi and his entourage first arrived in Yan Prefecture, Old General Xu had claimed age and poor health as reasons to avoid meeting them, leaving everything to his son. Thus, Xu Cheng had already met Baili Zan and Cao Qian and had made a good impression.


    "Mr. Baili is too kind," Xu Cheng bowed in return, "Tonight was just a test; the Northern Di only sent less than eight thousand troops. Otherwise, the Xu family''s resources wouldn''t have been enough. The real battle is yet to come. Since Prince is not in the city, everything is under Mr. Baili and General Cao''s command. If there''s anything I can help with, just say the word!"


    Baili Zan nodded approvingly, "With General Xu here, things will be easier. Your men must be exhausted from the journey, please rest first. We''ll discuss strategy tomorrow morning."


    Though the Northern Di attacked at night, knowing or guessing that Cui Yi wasn''t in the city, delaying tactics needed to be formulated early. Considering Xu Cheng''s long journey and recent battle, letting him rest was essential. However, Xu Cheng waved dismissively, "I''m fine, just arrange rest for my men. I won''t sleep without discussing the strategy first."This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    "That''s perfect, let''s proceed!"


    They walked to the prefectural office, chatting along the way. Inside, they found Shouchong waiting.


    Baili Zan introduced them, "Madam, this is the son of former Yan Prefecture Governor Xu Chong, General Xu Cheng. General Xu, this is Madam."


    Xu Cheng blinked at Shouchong and blurted out, "Why isn''t it the same person as last time?"


    Cao Qian whispered a reminder, "Last time, that was the Princess Consort." Realizing his mistake, Xu Cheng quickly apologized. Shouchong didn''t mind and invited them to sit, asking about the situation outside the pass.


    "Tonight''s probing attack involved less than eight thousand troops. It''s too dark to see how many more are waiting behind. Our scouts will return with accurate numbers before dawn. Hu Ben Pass is easy to defend but hard to attack, and we have twenty thousand Yan Prefecture troops inside. With General Xu here, we should be able to hold." Baili Zan replied.


    Shouchong didn''t show the expected relief or reassurance. Instead, she frowned, prompting Xu Cheng to ask, "Madam, do you have other concerns?"


    Shouchong shook her head slowly, "Not exactly concerns, I''m just wondering if we can drive the Northern Di back before Prince returns."


    All three looked at her.


    "It''s not just about holding until Prince returns. Honestly, even if he comes back, it''s just one or two more people. Before General Xu arrived, only General Cao was here, overwhelmed. Now, can we take the initiative and drive the wolves away before Prince returns?"


    Cao Qian understood her meaning, "Madam suggests we take the initiative and attack, driving the Northern Di back? This might work if they have thirty to fifty thousand troops, but if it''s seventy to eighty thousand, it''s risky. If it''s over a hundred thousand, even if Prince were here, the odds would be against us."


    Shouchong shook her head again, "Not through direct combat. The Northern Di attacked at night, first to catch us off guard, and second, because they''re confident. They''ve tested and confirmed Prince isn''t in the city. Tomorrow''s attack will be fiercer. Attacking a city isn''t easy. Hou Erhana isn''t stupid; sending three to five thousand troops is suicide. What if Prince is here? Three to five thousand troops attacking the city is like delivering themselves. Even though our scouts haven''t returned, we should plan as if Prince were here."


    "If I were attacking Hu Ben Pass and knew Prince was inside, I wouldn''t bring less than a hundred thousand troops," Xu Cheng added.


    "What would Hou Erhana think? General Cao, has Prince ever fought Hou Erhana directly? Or do you know anything about him?" Shouchong asked.


    Cao Qian answered truthfully, "Prince hasn''t fought Hou Erhana directly, but according to intelligence from spies in the Northern Di, he''s skilled in martial arts and extremely arrogant."


    Baili Zan continued, "If he''s highly skilled and confident, he might attack with three to five thousand troops. But since Hou Erhana is still on his way north, he can''t lead the attack personally, so the number of troops must increase."


    "It seems seventy to eighty thousand is unavoidable," Shouchong concluded, "With seventy to eighty thousand enemies and only twenty thousand of us, even if we recruit civilians, we''d barely reach thirty thousand. Direct confrontation is impossible. We need a strategy."


    What strategy? Shouchong hadn''t read many military books. She could theorize but lacked practical experience. Neither did Baili Zan, who wasn''t a seasoned strategist. Cao Qian had extensive battle experience, but even he didn''t offer useful suggestions, leaving Shouchong disheartened.


    Xu Cheng suddenly suggested, "An army marches on its stomach. Why not burn their supplies? The Northern Di are fierce, but they still need food. Without food, they''ll retreat."


    Baili Zan sighed, "Good idea, but it''s not easy. The Northern Di will surely guard their supplies heavily. Burning them requires careful planning."


    Silence fell in the room. Shouchong leaned on her hand, thinking but finding no solution. Just as she considered fetching some military books from the study, a lazy voice interrupted, "I wondered where everyone was. Sorry for being late, Madam."


    Shan Jian entered, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes, "Initial victory?"


    "Temporary victory. You arrived just in time, I need a strategy," Shouchong was used to his laziness. Compared to Baili Zan''s overwork, Shan Jian seemed carefree, doing his job but otherwise wandering around. Though friends with Baili Zan, he didn''t share the workload.


    Shan Jian yawned, eyes still closed, "What kind of strategy?"


    Shouchong enunciated each word, "A strategy to win with fewer troops, decisively."


    Shan Jian responded instantly, "There are plenty. Poison the river upstream, kill them all in one meal. Or send a beautiful woman pretending to be captured, find an opportunity to kill their commander, leaving them leaderless. Or..."


    He listed numerous ruthless strategies, shocking Xu Cheng. After he finished, Xu Cheng stammered, "Such cruel methods, what did you eat growing up?"


    Shouchong feared trouble, knowing Shan Jian''s pride. No one in Yan Prefecture dared speak to him like that. Xu Cheng was in for it.


    Sure enough, Shan Jian smirked, "Of course, it''s tofu. White, tender, served in a small bowl, sprinkled with green onions, or drizzled with syrup..."


    Everyone except Shouchong looked pale, ready to vomit.


    Xu Cheng trembled, "Wh-what brain?"


    Shan Jian calmly replied, "Tofu, of course."


    Everyone: "..."

 Thank you, Madam!

    After teasing Xu Cheng, Shan Jian sat up straight, interlacing his fingers, and asked, "How many troops do we have in the city?"


    "Twenty-four thousand Yan Prefecture troops, plus sixteen hundred brought by General Xu from Shouxian, minus tonight''s casualties, about twenty-five thousand," Baili Zan replied, "Any ideas?"


    Shan Jian stroked his chin, smiling, "Twenty-five thousand, double it to fifty thousand."


    Everyone stared at him in shock. Shouchong asked, "How?"


    Shan Jian grinned, "Illusion magic, leave five thousand to guard the pass. General Cao leads the rest south, circling behind the Northern Di. When they attack, strike from hiding. Raise a Ganzhou army banner, big and conspicuous, shout that Ganzhou Marshal sent two divisions to aid us. In the chaos, who counts? That makes fifty thousand in Hu Ben Pass."


    "Faking strength to scare the Northern Di?" Baili Zan doubted, "Fifty thousand will scare them? Unlikely. And this trick works once. They''ll suspect something after seeing the true numbers. Plus, the spy in the city will reveal our movements. If exposed, two divisions trapped in enemy lines will doom us all."


    Shan Jian shook his head slowly, "Once they see the ''Ganzhou army,'' they won''t dare act rashly. Not out of fear, but because they coordinated with Cui Jie, using information from Xie Yong to attack during Prince''s absence. Ganzhou aid means deception. It tells them the Emperor betrayed them, intending to annihilate them outside Hu Ben Pass."


    "Exactly," Shan Jian nodded, "Even if it doesn''t deter them, it will sow doubt. Next step��"


    "What''s next?"


    Shan Jian smiled confidently, "Send a squad of elite soldiers south again��"


    Baili Zan interrupted, "Burn supplies? No, deliver supplies?"


    Cao Qian realized, sitting up straight, "Let the soldiers carry rice, pretending to be emissaries from Ganzhou Marshal rewarding them. Good idea! Mix in and burn their supplies!"


    "Good, but pity the soldiers and rice," Shouchong felt sad, recalling past hunger.


    Shan Jian looked at her, "War is brutal. Too much compassion weakens leadership."


    Shouchong nodded apologetically. Baili Zan smiled, "Let''s proceed. Time is of the essence. General Cao, prepare to march. I''ll handle the emissary arrangements."


    Cao Qian left immediately. Xu Cheng, still stunned, muttered, "This can work?"


    "Battles thrive on deceit," Shan Jian left for home.


    Seven days remained until Cui Yi returned. Within those seven days, they needed to deceive the Northern Di, burning their supplies if possible. If not, instilling doubt would suffice, delaying them until Cui Yi''s return.


    At dawn, the Northern Di resumed their attack. Xu Cheng took command, directing arrows and stones from the city wall.


    After last night''s probe, the Northern Di confirmed Cui Yi''s absence, doubling their forces. The plains outside the pass teemed with soldiers, battering rams smashing the city gates, shaking the earth.


    Arrows filled the sky. Shouchong, startled by an arrow embedded in a wooden post, retreated.


    Xu Cheng hurried over, shouting, "The Northern Di are overwhelming! Please move to safety, Madam!"


    Covering her ears, Shouchong shouted back, "I brought replacements for arrows. Once delivered, I''ll leave!"


    Replacements? Xu Cheng saw civilians carrying large vats filled with liquid��not water.


    "I gathered oil from the entire city! Also, iron pots and charcoal stoves! Pour boiling oil on anyone climbing the ladders!"


    Xu Cheng chuckled, remembering Shan Jian''s comment about her compassion. "Understood! Thank you, Madam!"


    Boiling oil caused severe burns, faster than swords. As someone climbed the ladder, soldiers poured scalding oil, making the man scream and fall.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Soon, Baili Zan arrived, surprised by the rows of oil pots, then delighted, "Is there more oil? Use barrels to pour on siege vehicles, then throw torches!"


    Soldiers followed orders, pouring oil from the city walls, scalding the Northern Di soldiers operating the siege engines.


    Xu Cheng gave the order, countless torches and flaming arrows soared into the oil-soaked vehicles.


    Wooden catapults easily caught fire, spreading rapidly. Hu Ben Pass became a sea of flames. Soldiers doused in oil burned alive, unable to escape. Many rolled on the ground, or fled to the river, but the ground was also slick with oil. Armor deformed from heat, trapping them in agony.


    Many died on the battlefield, others abandoned the attack, rolling on the ground or fleeing to the river, engulfed in flames.


    The grand and fierce siege finally came to a halt with the ground littered with charred human flesh and wrecked siege engines. The number of people who were completely burnt to death was not too high, but countless others suffered from burns, scalds, and severe burn injuries. Since oil fires cannot be extinguished with water, nearly half of the Northern Di army''s catapults were burned down, causing them to hesitate in launching another attack.


    When the news of victory reached the Prince��s residence, Chi Ying was reading a letter written by Cui Yi. "Everyone has worked hard! I cannot make decisions on military matters, so we will wait for the Prince to return before rewarding those who have performed well," she said, giving some money to the soldier who brought the good news and sending him away.


    A few days ago, after Cui Yi rescued Yang Qiong, he wrote a letter at a nearby post station and sent it back quickly. In the letter, he mentioned that Yang Qiong had been defeated and injured and might return later than expected. Additionally, Bo Muer had disappeared alone, and he advised her to be wary of the Boshaxian people within the pass.


    Chi Ying helplessly put down the letter, sighing as she looked at the sunset outside the door. It seemed that they could no longer rely on Cui Yi to lead everyone in repelling the Northern Di army. Fortunately, she had already made plans. Shan Jian was adept at manipulating people''s minds, and the appearance of the "Ganzhou reinforcements" and the "Ganzhou grain transport officer" could confuse the Northern Di, making it difficult for them to discern their true intentions. Even if they suspected it was a trick, they would never imagine that both groups were fake. To find out the truth, they would need to let the grain transport officer enter and ask questions, but once the person entered, the Northern Di army''s food supplies would be doomed.


    From the Northern Di capital Changyao City to Huben Pass was a journey of a thousand miles. Once their food supplies were cut off, they would have no choice but to retreat. She could only pray that everything went smoothly.


    However, just as she prayed for everything to go well, something unfortunate happened. Upon hearing that the Northern Di were attacking the city last night, Chi Ying immediately ordered Xie Yong to be arrested, intending to deal with him after Cui Yi returned. If the charge of treason was confirmed, even if Xie Xiao begged forgiveness, Xie Yong would still face certain death.


    Xie Yong was merely a pawn of Cui Jie in this fierce chess game, destined to be sacrificed. After dinner, Chi Ying handed Xiao Cuiyan to the nanny and planned to discuss further plans with Shan Jian. Shan Jian lived only half a street away from the Prince��s residence, so Chi Ying decided to take a walk there with Xiaoqiu.


    With the battle still raging outside the city, the streets became deserted as soon as the sun set. Feeling a bit lonely, Chi Ying suddenly saw two people rush out from an alleyway. Before she could react, a cloth soaked in some unknown substance was pressed against her mouth and nose, and she lost consciousness after struggling for a moment.


    Xie Yong firmly covered Chi Ying''s mouth and nose with one hand while holding her waist with the other, urging, "Hurry up!" Beside him, Xie Yuchan clumsily tried to cover Xiaoqiu''s mouth but dropped the cloth. Without picking it up, she used her hands to cover Xiaoqiu''s mouth. Xiaoqiu wasn''t simple either; sensing danger, she tried to scream but was forcefully bitten by Xie Yuchan when her mouth was covered. Screaming in pain, Xie Yuchan picked up a stone from the roadside and smashed it onto Xiaoqiu''s head with all her strength.


    Xiaoqiu also passed out, and Xie Yuchan continued to hit her several more times in anger until Xie Yong urged her quietly, "Enough! Let''s go!" They then dragged the unconscious Chi Ying and Xiaoqiu into the alley and stuffed them into a carriage. Xie Yong told his sister to hide inside while he drove the carriage towards the southern gate.


    He had always been ignored in the Wu King''s camp, and few soldiers recognized him. Xie Yong lied that he was taking his sister-in-law to see a doctor, and the guards at the gate didn''t notice anything unusual and let him through.


    By the time Baili Zan finished his work and personally went to report to the Prince��s residence, he discovered that Chi Ying was missing. "Madam said she wanted to come and find me?" Shan Jian rushed over upon hearing the news, his face unusually serious. "When did this happen? I''ve been at home all day and haven''t left, so why didn''t I see her?"


    A servant who delivered meals to the dungeon reported that Xie Yong had drugged the jailers and escaped. Baili Zan felt uneasy and immediately sent people to check on Xie Yuchan, who was under house arrest. The guards at the gate reported nothing unusual, but upon opening the door, they found two maidservants also drugged and Xie Yuchan gone.


    Baili Zan was almost driven mad: "How could this happen!"


    Shan Jian turned to order the personal guards within the residence, "Immediately seal off the city gates, and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"


    Unfortunately, it was too late. By the time they learned that someone resembling Xie Yong had left the city earlier, he had already disappeared with the captives.

 What on earth is happening

    Cao Qian and his men were lying in ambush three miles away from the Northern Di army camp, waiting for a signal all day without receiving any. He was unaware that the city was in chaos due to Chi Ying''s disappearance, and Baili Zan was almost going crazy, forgetting to send the signal in his anxiety.


    His deputy returned from outside, worriedly asking, "General Cao, what should we do now?"


    Cao Qian was also deeply troubled. As dawn approached, the longer they waited, the more likely things would go wrong. With a grim determination, he ordered, "All troops, break camp and prepare to march out in half an hour!"


    Fortunately, Chi Ying''s boiling oil strategy had inflicted heavy casualties on the Northern Di army, especially after Baili Zan ordered the burning of the siege engines, significantly weakening their ability to breach the city. This caused the Northern Di army to hesitate throughout the day, otherwise, with fewer than five thousand defenders, Huben Pass wouldn''t hold for two days.


    Following Cao Qian''s command, the two hundred thousand Yanzhou troops raised the "Left" banner, pretending to be reinforcements sent by the Ganzhou governor. Just as the Northern Di army began a new round of attacks, they launched a surprise assault from behind, catching the unprepared enemy off guard. Cao Qian led two thousand cavalry to charge directly into the center, swiftly surrounding the enemy archers and cutting them down like melons and vegetables. When the Northern Di infantry attempted to reinforce, the Yanzhou troops regrouped and charged forward with full force.


    "Left Zhijie of Governor Chen Han, here to assist! Please open the city gates!" Cao Qian shouted according to the script prepared by Baili Zan.


    The city gates opened, and the Yanzhou troops retreated while fighting, withdrawing into the pass. The Northern Di army failed to breach the city and suffered heavy losses from being attacked from both front and rear, retreating in disarray, leaving behind a field of corpses.


    "Thank heavens! Did General Cao receive the signal?" Xu Cheng rushed down from the city wall.


    Cao Qian took off his helmet, wiped his sweat, and replied, "No! We waited all day without any signal. I was afraid of delaying the matter, so I ordered the troops to move out. What happened?"


    Xu Cheng, looking grief-stricken, said, "Madam is missing!"


    Cao Qian''s helmet fell to the ground with a clatter.


    While the Yanzhou residence was in turmoil, the Northern Di camp was no better. Their initial probing and two failed sieges left General Lubatu utterly frustrated.


    "What on earth is happening!"


    He had been sitting in his command tent, drinking fine wine and enjoying the company of dancing girls, confidently awaiting news of victory. However, when the news of defeat arrived shortly after deploying ten thousand troops, he almost overturned the table in rage.


    The general who led the attack knelt trembling on the ground, recounting the events. Lubatu''s eyes almost popped out of his head. "Reinforcements from Ganzhou? Twenty thousand? How could this be!"


    The general prostrated himself on the ground, stammering, "Yes! I heard the leader introduce himself as Left Zhijie, a subordinate of Governor Chen Han. Our troops hadn''t even formed their lines when they attacked from behind, our archers were almost annihilated, and our infantry suffered heavy losses!"


    Lubatu rolled his eyes and passed out, but fortunately, a dancing girl massaged his chest, helping him regain consciousness. "His Majesty said he had reached an agreement with the Central Plains emperor to cede eleven counties of Yanzhou and eliminate the Wu King''s forces. Why are twenty thousand troops coming to aid them? What... what is going on here!?"This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    The strategist beside him remained calm and bowed, saying, "General, these twenty thousand may not actually be from Ganzhou. Perhaps someone is trying to sabotage our alliance with the Central Plains emperor by posing as Ganzhou troops."


    Lubatu thought this sounded plausible and stroked his beard in contemplation. "Should we write to the Ganzhou governor for clarification?"


    Lubatu shook his head. "That would take too long. If they aren''t from Ganzhou, where else could such a large force come from? Geographically, the only place capable of sending reinforcements to Yanzhou is Ganzhou. Otherwise, it would take months to mobilize troops from the northwest of Great Chu. If they aren''t from Ganzhou, where did these twenty thousand come from?"


    Could it really be Ganzhou troops? Could the Central Plains emperor have conspired with the Wu King to eliminate the Northern Di? The Northern Di strategist was filled with doubts.


    At that moment, a camp soldier entered and reported, "General, a convoy has arrived at the southern gate of our camp, bringing several carts of rice and dozens of cattle and sheep, claiming to be a reward sent by the Ganzhou governor on behalf of the Central Plains emperor."


    Lubatu''s heart bloomed with joy. "Bring their leader to see me!"


    Although delayed by a day, Shan Jian''s plan was proceeding smoothly. All that remained was to destroy the Northern Di army''s food supplies, ensuring their inevitable defeat.


    Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away on the official road, Xie Yong was driving the carriage nonstop. Chi Ying had regained consciousness the previous night but was bound by thick ropes, unable to move. She didn''t know where Xiaoqiu was or if she was safe.


    Xie Yuchan sat opposite her, eating pastries disdainfully while Chi Ying hadn''t eaten anything all day. Chi Ying leaned against the side of the carriage, her mouth stuffed with a rag, unable to speak but her stomach growling incessantly.


    Xie Yuchan glared at her contemptuously, and Chi Ying calmly returned her gaze. "Why are you staring at me! Lowly creature," Xie Yuchan spat.


    Chi Ying had grown indifferent to her repetitive insults and observed her demeanor, trying to deduce their intentions for kidnapping her. Despite the urgency of their escape, Xie Yuchan maintained her pride as a noble lady, still arrogant and showing signs of eagerness and anticipation. Unable to see outside the carriage, Chi Ying couldn''t determine their destination, but she knew it wouldn''t be anywhere good.


    If Xie Yong was indeed feigning surrender, the most likely scenario was that he was taking his sister back to the capital to seek protection from Cui Jie. Given his role as a spy, Cui Jie would likely reward him with years of luxury. However, this shouldn''t please Xie Yuchan, who cared only about Cui Yi and her obsession with him. Taking her away from Cui Yi would be worse than death for her.


    What did Xie Yong promise her? That they could reunite with Cui Yi in the capital? Unlikely, given the enmity between Cui Jie and Cui Yi. Perhaps he promised they could flee together? But what about Chi Ying? Would she be handed over to Cui Jie for punishment? This seemed the most plausible explanation. Based on her understanding of Cui Jie, he would likely agree to this arrangement but secretly arrange for their elimination.


    Such lies would easily deceive Xie Yuchan.


    If her assumptions were correct, the carriage should be heading towards Ganzhou, as Xuanzhou was controlled by the Xie family, and Xie Yong wouldn''t dare return there.


    She hoped to encounter Cui Yi and Sang Duo on their way back. If she were taken back to the capital, she would surely face death.


    As if her prayers were answered, around dusk, Xie Yuchan cried and demanded to stop for a meal. Unable to bear her tantrums, Xie Yong parked the carriage near a wayside inn.


    "Why can''t you make do while traveling? What about the pastries I prepared for you?" he asked.


    "They were all crushed and tasted terrible. I threw them out the window," she replied.


    "You��!" he exclaimed.


    Chi Ying struggled to sit up, searching for sharp objects to cut the ropes binding her hands. Suddenly, Xie Yong lifted the curtain and asked, "What are you doing?"


    Chi Ying wriggled like a worm, trying to say something. Xie Yong removed the gag from her mouth, and she immediately asked, "Where is Xiaoqiu? What did you do to her?"


    Xie Yong laughed dismissively, "You''re about to die, yet you care about a mere maid? I left her at a farmhouse outside the city. Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate."


    Chi Ying gasped, realizing Xiaoqiu was probably injured, possibly beaten by Xie Yuchan. "Don''t you beg for mercy now?" Xie Yong sneered, seeing the fire of anger in her eyes.


    Chi Ying returned his scornful look. "Beg for mercy? From you? Do you think that by drugging me and taking me to the capital, the Emperor will fulfill his promises? Xie Zichang, you''re too naive. You''re nothing more than a disposable pawn. Do you really think you fooled us with your false surrender?"


    "I didn''t fake my surrender!" Xie Yong interrupted angrily. "I truly surrendered to the Prince!"


    Chi Ying mimicked his earlier dismissive laugh. "Truly? Do you even possess loyalty? You swore allegiance to the Prince when you first arrived, but then you became a spy for the Crown Prince. Now you claim to be loyal to the Prince again. Xie Zichang, how can you fall into the same trap twice? You betrayed the Prince for the Crown Prince, and now you betray the Emperor for the Prince. Such fickle loyalty, combined with your incompetence, makes you expendable. The Emperor, known for his suspicion, won''t spare you."


    "Shut up!" Xie Yong couldn''t take it anymore and stuffed the gag back into her mouth. "It doesn''t matter how eloquent you are! At worst, we''ll perish together. I may be insignificant, but dragging you down to hell with me makes it worth it!"


    Chi Ying rolled her eyes, finding it futile to argue. She recalled how she had defended him in the capital despite Xie Yuchan''s provocations and offered him a chance to redeem himself in Yanzhou. Yet, he betrayed Cui Yi and used Lady Ye''s cruelty to drive her to despair. Now, he acted as if she were his mortal enemy, beyond redemption.


    Xie Yong breathed heavily, his shoulders shaking with rage. Just as he was about to speak, a shrill scream echoed from the direction of the inn: "Ah��!"

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    Xie Yong guarded the carriage while Xie Yuchan happily ran into the inn to eat, loudly ordering food. The waiter listed several dishes, but Xie Yuchan wrinkled her nose in disgust. "These are disgusting! It''s crab season, isn''t it? Bring me eight Golden Dragon Crab, Emerald Pearl Soup Dumplings, Fresh Mushroom Heart Soup, Slow-cooked Deer Tendon, and Red Bean Pastry. Brew some Maojian tea. That''s all for now."


    "Miss, are you joking?" the waiter asked incredulously. "This is an inn, not a fancy restaurant in the capital. Our chefs don''t know how to cook those elaborate dishes."


    Xie Yuchan responded matter-of-factly, "Then they should learn! Otherwise, serving such awful food, how can you make any money?"


    The innkeeper, annoyed, approached and said, "Excuse me, miss, are you here to eat or cause trouble? Crabs don''t exist in Yanzhou. You must be living in a bubble, lacking basic knowledge."


    Xie Yuchan exploded, "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"


    The innkeeper and waiter exchanged amused glances. "Who are you? The Empress Dowager?" the innkeeper joked.


    Xie Yuchan slammed her palms on the table and stood up, shouting, "I''m the Princess Consort! All of Yanzhou belongs to my husband! Daring to offend me means certain death for you all!"


    The innkeeper and waiter burst out laughing. Xie Yuchan''s face turned red with fury. Just as she was about to speak, a cold voice called out from behind, "Xie Yuchan!"


    Cui Yi, enraged, emerged from a corner of the hall. "It''s you! Who released you?"


    Xie Yuchan trembled in fear, turning to see Cui Yi standing beside a woman dressed in exotic attire. "Yingge, I..." she stammered, trying to explain her presence. Desperately, she deflected attention, accusing Sang Duo, "And who is this woman? Your new lover? Yingge, how could you have me and still look for others?"


    Before she could finish, Sang Duo whistled, and Nayan, the gyrfalcon perched on her shoulder, swooped down and viciously pecked at Xie Yuchan''s face, causing her to scream in agony.


    "This is the infamous Xie Yuchan? Truly, fame doesn''t live up to reality," Sang Duo remarked, calling Nayan back to her shoulder.


    Xie Yuchan collapsed to the ground, clutching her torn lip, screaming in pain. The waiter and innkeeper stood frozen in shock.


    Cui Yi''s dark eyes fixed on Xie Yuchan, devoid of sympathy or compassion. Her unexpected appearance implied significant trouble. Xie Yuchan should have been locked up in the Prince��s residence, yet she was now at an inn a hundred miles away. Something must have gone terribly wrong in the residence.


    "How did this happen, Yuchan?" Xie Yong rushed in, freezing upon seeing Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi squinted his eyes, "Xie Zichang." Xie Yong felt a chill down his spine and immediately turned to run out, but Cui Yi wasn''t about to let him go. He shouted, "Watch her!" and chased after him.


    Sang Duo sat leisurely at the table, eating calmly, while Xie Yuchan cried loudly and tried to crawl away. Sang Duo pulled out a small knife from her boot and with a thud, nailed Xie Yuchan��s right foot to the floor. The innkeeper and the waiter both jumped in fright and hid behind the counter, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.


    Cui Yi chased Xie Yong out of the post station. Xie Yong was already weak with fear and couldn��t run far. Cui Yi didn��t think he could escape anyway. However, Xie Yong stumbled to a carriage, reached inside, and dragged out the bound Chiyun.


    Chiyun: "Woo woo��!"


    Cui Yi was stunned; with his wife in the other man''s hands, even if he had the power to turn the world upside down, he couldn��t use it.


    "Don��t come any closer!" Xie Yong held Chiyun by the neck with one hand and drew a hidden dagger with the other, trembling as he backed away. "If you take one more step, I''ll kill her!"


    Cui Yi exploded in rage, "You dare?!"


    Xie Yong staggered backward, holding Chiyun, his fingers slick with sweat, clenching and unclenching around the dagger. Cui Yi stood six or seven feet away, wanting to rush forward to save her but afraid Xie Yong would act desperately, killing Chiyun if he couldn��t escape. This situation was dragging on, and Xie Yong, knowing he was doomed, couldn��t negotiate for his life.


    The standoff became eerily tense. Cui Yi licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Xie Yong��s hands, slightly crouching like a hunting leopard. He moved sideways, inching closer almost imperceptibly.


    Suddenly, Xie Yong screamed, "Don��t come any closer! Back off!" As he raised the dagger to cut Chiyun��s neck, his hand shook so violently that instead of cutting her throat, he sliced open her right collarbone, causing blood to gush out immediately.


    Cui Yi instantly lost his temper and roared, charging forward without thinking. Chiyun, unable to lower her head due to being choked, felt a sharp pain on her collarbone and saw Cui Yi rushing towards her like a mad beast. She closed her eyes tightly, tilted her head, and slumped down, pretending to be dead.


    When Xie Yong realized the person in his arms had gone limp, he looked down and saw blood soaking half of her clothes. Realizing he had no protection left, he quickly abandoned her and tried to run. Without hesitation, Cui Yi pounced, grabbed Xie Yong by the hair, and smashed his head against the carriage wheel, killing him instantly.


    "Chiyun... Chiyun!" After dealing with Xie Yong, Cui Yi stood there panting, then remembered Chiyun lying motionless on the ground. He rushed over to pick her up, "Chiyun, how are you?"This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Chiyun, who had been keeping her eyes tightly shut, opened one eye slightly and said, "Woo woo..."


    Cui Yi, sweating profusely, exclaimed, "What did you say? I can''t hear you clearly!"


    Chiyun nearly spat out blood��how could she speak clearly with a gag in her mouth? Fortunately, Cui Yi soon realized the issue and removed the cloth. Chiyun exhaled deeply, stuck out her tongue, and said, "I��m fine, just a scratch. Stop the bleeding, and please untie me; this position is hurting my waist."


    Cui Yi turned to grab the dagger to cut the ropes. When Chiyun looked in that direction, she saw Xie Yong��s head with a gaping hole, brain matter mixed with blood, which reminded her of Shan Jian��s words about ��white brains drizzled with syrup.��


    The cut on her collarbone wasn��t deep, and after pressing a cloth to it, the bleeding stopped. However, moving her neck and arm would be uncomfortable for a while. Seeing Cui Yi still looking terrified, she smiled, "It��s nothing, just a scratch. It��ll heal in a few days."


    Cui Yi��s face remained grim as he helped her stand up. Chiyun rubbed her numb legs and walked back into the inn, "Luckily we found each other, or I wouldn��t have made it."


    "If you were..." Cui Yi started to say something but thought better of it, changing the subject, "I would make the entire Xie family pay." Then, reconsidering, he cautiously asked, "Killing Xie Yong... won��t cause trouble, will it?"


    Chiyun sighed, "We��ve already killed him. Given what he did, he deserved to die early. We��ll handle it later. By the way, where��s Miss Xie?"


    As they entered the inn, another scream echoed. Chiyun hurried in, clutching her wound.


    Xie Yuchan, previously torn apart by Nayan and now nailed to the floor by Sang Duo, continued to cry uncontrollably, blood pooling around her foot. The few remaining diners had long fled in terror.


    Sang Duo stood on Xie Yuchan��s shoulder, looking like a bully oppressing an innocent. Seeing Chiyun and Cui Yi enter, she proudly declared, "Chiyun sister! Look! I avenged you!"


    Chiyun nodded, smiling bitterly. Cui Yi asked, "How should we deal with her? Your call."


    At this point, Xie Yuchan realized her dire situation. Her beauty was ruined, her foot crippled, and her brother likely dead.


    "Yingrong brother, Yingrong brother, don��t abandon me! Don��t abandon me! I love you so much, I��d give everything to you. Please don��t leave me!" Xie Yuchan crawled toward Cui Yi, grabbing his boots with her bloody hands, sobbing.


    Cui Yi snorted derisively and shook her off. Xie Yuchan then crawled toward Chiyun, "Miss Changsun..."


    Chiyun stepped back, "Her Highness must have forgotten, I was disowned by the Changsun family. Now, I��m just Chiyun."


    Xie Yuchan corrected herself, "Miss Chiyun..."


    Sang Duo scoffed behind them, "Miss? Chiyun sister is married with children. You��re not like her."


    This comment was particularly cruel, as Xie Yuchan had been a virgin for six months since marrying into the Wu����, with Cui Yi never touching her. Calling her a princess was an understatement.


    Xie Yuchan shivered all over, unable to speak.


    "I was wrong before..." Xie Yuchan whimpered.


    "So you finally admit it," Chiyun chuckled. "Well, since you realize your mistake at death��s door, given that you haven��t done anything unforgivable to the prince, I��ll give you a quick death."


    Xie Yuchan��s eyes widened in horror. Chiyun knelt down, pulled out the dagger from her foot, causing Xie Yuchan to scream in agony.


    "Xie Yong, son of Prefect Xie Xiaozhi, conspired with the Northern Di, betrayed the Great Chu, kidnapped his own sister��the Princess Consort Xie Yuchan secretly escaped through Tiger Rush Pass, intending to offer herself to King Huerhana of the Northern Di. Her sister resisted to the death, committing suicide. Amidst the chaos, her body was lost, leaving only her belongings for a symbolic tomb in Yanzhou. Given her impurity in life..."


    Chiyun slowly spoke these cruel words, the bloody dagger flashing menacingly. Xie Yuchan��s lips turned pale, shaking her head, "I don��t want to die... I don��t want to die! Yingrong brother, save me! Save..."


    Blood splattered onto Chiyun��s already stained front, and Xie Yuchan fell forward, lifeless. Chiyun calmly stood up, "She will not be allowed to rest in the imperial mausoleum."


    Three days later, the Wu Wang returned to Yanzhou.


    Had Xie Yong known the paths better and taken shortcuts, and had Xie Yuchan not caused a scene at the inn, Chiyun might not have been rescued so easily. Thus, the plan was doomed from the start.


    Baili Zan sighed, "Madam, it��s good to see you safe. Those siblings deserved their fate. Now that we have a proper reason, it��s easier to explain to the Xie family. At least we don��t have to live under a cloud anymore."


    Chiyun nodded, "Thank you, Master Baili."


    During her absence, everyone in Yanzhou was on edge, especially Baili Zan, who feared Cui Yi��s wrath upon his return. Since the idea to test Xie Yong came from him, he hadn��t slept for days, dark circles under his eyes like a panda.


    Everyone was anxious, including the usually carefree Shan Jian. However, when they welcomed the Wu Wang back, their fears dissipated. Not only had Cui Yi brought Yang Qiong back alive, but he also miraculously saved Chiyun. Everyone genuinely admired his luck.


    "Is Xiaoqiu okay? Xie Yong said he left her somewhere. Did anyone look for her?" Chiyun asked worriedly.


    Cao Qian replied, "Madam, please rest assured. Xiaoqiu is safe. The day after you disappeared, farmers outside the city found her unconscious at their doorstep and brought her in for treatment. Patrol soldiers recognized her and took her back. Aunt Nongyue is taking care of her."


    Chiyun sighed in relief. Sang Duo came forward, holding her arm, "Chiyun sister, you should rest. You��re injured."


    Everyone was startled, "Madam, you��re hurt?"


    Chiyun waved dismissively, "Just a minor injury. Nothing serious. Everyone, back to work. I need to check on Xiaoqian."


    After Chiyun left, four guards who had failed to protect her stood nervously outside the palace gates. Cui Yi grunted, "Since Madam is safe and sound, I won��t punish you this time. Dismissed!"


    They all breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, and hurried away.


    "Yuanke, wait a moment," E Cheng heard Cui Yi calling him and obediently turned back.


    E Cheng asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what is your command?"


    Cui Yi��s expression was serious, "How is General E lately?"


    E Cheng frowned, "Not too well. His injuries from his younger years are catching up with him. He often coughs now. Thank you for asking."


    Cui Yi nodded silently, remembering E Chong��s gray beard and gaunt face. "You disobeyed his wishes to help me. You��ll probably be scolded when you return."


    Unexpectedly, E Cheng replied, "My father sent me here. He said national duty surpasses personal grievances. To neglect Yanzhou��s safety because of dissatisfaction with the late emperor would be immoral."


    "Ah, I see," Cui Yi sighed in relief. "General E has a loyal heart, but Father Emperor... Never mind. Since you��re here, stay and serve loyally. I won��t mistreat you."


    E Cheng hesitated, "Your Majesty, my father asked me to assist in defending Tiger Rush Pass until you returned or the Northern Di retreated. Then, I am to return."


    Cui Yi sighed heavily, "Stand up. General E has retired and wants a peaceful life. Understandable. How many men did you bring? Any casualties? Claim the compensation from Wen Yu. I��ll have Chiyun select some medicinal herbs for you to take back as gratitude from Yanzhou��s people."


    E Cheng bowed apologetically, "Thank you, Your Majesty."


    Chiyun had been missing for several days, and Xiao Cuiqian missed both parents terribly. Nongyue managed to calm her down, preventing any health issues. After changing her bandages and clothes, Chiyun went to see her daughter. Xiao Cuiqian immediately reached out for her mother, babbling happily.


    Nongyue explained, "Madam, during your absence, the little miss cried a lot, as if sensing something was wrong. Indeed, daughters are close to their mothers."


    Chiyun kissed her daughter��s cheek, whispering, "Xiaoqian, Mama��s little treasure, Mama won��t leave you."


    For the first time in days, Chiyun spent the morning playing with her daughter. With the courtyard swept clean, she supported Xiao Cuiqian as she learned to walk.


    By lunchtime, Cui Yi returned from the camp and joined them. Xiao Cuiqian ran clumsily toward him, falling after a few steps. Cui Yi moved to help, but Chiyun stopped him, "Let her get up herself. Xiaoqian, kiss Daddy."


    Xiao Cuiqian, puzzled, looked at her mother and then at her father, who was eagerly waiting. She pushed herself up and took a wobbly step.


    Chiyun followed closely, watching carefully.


    Step by step, Xiao Cuiqian made her way to Cui Yi, falling once more but getting up on her own. Finally, she reached him and leaped into his arms.


    Cui Yi beamed, lifting her high, "Good job! My little sweetheart, come give Daddy a kiss." He nuzzled her with his stubbly face, making Xiao Cuiqian laugh and swat at him.


    Chiyun laughed, unable to stop. A servant asked if they should eat, and Chiyun agreed, "Time for lunch."


    Xiao Cuiqian, riding on Cui Yi��s shoulders, galloped around excitedly. Cui Yi carried her inside, heedless of the low doorway.


    "Hold on! Watch out for the door!" Chiyun rushed after them, relieved that Xiao Cuiqian was short enough to avoid hitting her head.


    The family sat down to eat. Chiyun fed Xiao Cuiqian while eating herself and chatting with Cui Yi. The rule of silence during meals was nonexistent in the Wu Wang Palace.


    "Afterward, remember to choose some good medicine for E Cheng to take back," Cui Yi reminded her.


    Chiyun nodded, "I��ve never met General E, nor do I know much about General E Cheng. What happened between them and the late emperor?"


    Cui Yi recounted the story of how E Chong, once a celebrated general, refused an appointment to tutor the young prince, leading to his exile to Yanzhou. Years later, E Chong��s letter criticizing the new queen��s actions was intercepted, causing further disgrace.


    Chiyun listened intently, "Despite his hardships, General E loved the people of Yanzhou and sent his son to help defend Tiger Rush Pass. That��s commendable."

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    Two days later, Baimuer returned to Yanzhou.


    "Glad to see everyone��s back safely. Let��s prepare for the next challenges ahead."


    It was already late, but they could still hold a celebration banquet." Chi Ying deliberately did not go herself and only sent a maid to check. Hearing that he was unharmed, she felt relieved, nodded, and continued with her accounting.


    The maid looked troubled and hesitated for a long time before speaking. Chi Ying wrote a few more lines and then looked up: "What is it? Is there something else?"


    The maid stammered, "Young Master Bemu asked... uh, asked the lady to come to the guest room because... he has something to say to you."


    Chi Ying frowned��what was this person up to now? What couldn''t be relayed by the maid or spoken directly in the main courtyard? Why must he call her over, making it obvious for the servants to gossip about?


    After some thought, Chi Ying replied, "Go tell him I''m very busy and don''t have time to see him. If there''s anything, let him find Nongyue. If Nongyue can''t handle it, she will report back to me. This palace is so big, with so many matters; if I had to run around personally for every single one, wouldn''t I be exhausted to death?"


    The maid went to deliver the message. Chi Ying reviewed last month''s expenditures, gave some instructions to the steward, and then sent someone to invite Shan Jian while taking a break to drink tea.


    Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, Shan Jian didn''t arrive, but Bemu did. The guards stopped him from entering the accounting office, and Chi Ying, hearing the commotion, came out and sighed in exasperation, "Why are you here? Is there something?"


    Bemu, restrained several steps away on the stairs, looked displeased and immediately asked, "Because we''re leaving, you don''t even want to see us anymore?"


    Chi Ying calmly smiled, "What do you mean? I have such a large palace to manage, working every day like I need eight hands. Not having the time to personally greet you, is that worth you coming to the main courtyard to throw a tantrum?"


    Bemu''s eyebrows twitched, his jaw clenched hard, and he looked somewhat furious.


    "Speak your piece. In a moment, I''ll be discussing things with Mr. Shan. If you want to waste time, it doesn''t matter to me."


    Bemu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, "Sang Duo said you personally dealt with that wretch. Why would you do that? She deserved to die, but by killing her yourself, you''ve dirtied your own hands. If the Xie family uses this against you later, who can protect you? Even he, Cui Yi, cannot protect a concubine who murdered the first wife!"


    Chi Ying looked at him quietly for a moment and then asked, "If not me, then who?"


    Bemu was momentarily stunned, then quickly said, "Anyone could have done it. Your man was right there. How could he let you, a woman, kill someone? If the Xie family pursues this later, he can stay clean, but what about you? He wanted to marry Xie Yuchan, used the Xie family, but didn''t clean up the mess himself, instead dragging you into it..."


    "Enough!" Chi Ying abruptly interrupted.


    Bemu pressed his lips together, eyes blazing with anger.


    Chi Ying sternly said, "I''ll say this once and for all: marrying Xie Yuchan was my idea, using the Xie family was also my idea. The Prince merely followed my plan!"


    Bemu sneered, "You defend him so much."


    "Why shouldn''t I defend him? He''s my husband!" Chi Ying was truly angry. She had seen stubbornness, but never something like this. Why couldn''t he just admit defeat? "If you insist on saying this, I can''t argue. Yes, I am defending him. So what? Have you ever considered what would happen if he killed Xie Yuchan?"


    Bemu silently stared at her, the shadow of the tree casting darkness across his face.


    Chi Ying''s voice trembled slightly, "For a ruler, the worst thing is to have a stain on their character. Killing the first wife personally would earn him criticism from scholars for life! Future generations won''t care whether Xie Yuchan was a lady or a shrew; they''ll only remember that the Prince betrayed and ruthlessly killed her. Do you understand?"


    Shan Jian stood at the entrance of the courtyard, hearing these words, and instinctively held back.


    The courtyard was silent for about half an incense stick''s time before Bemu slowly spoke, "And what about you? You think only of him. Who thinks of you?"


    Chi Ying smiled coldly, softly saying, "Those who do not betray me, I will not betray either. Even if the Prince sacrifices me for the empire in the future, I will willingly accept it."


    Hearing this, Shan Jian, standing with his hands clasped, sighed deeply, closing and opening his eyes, lost in thought.


    "...Since you''ve said so much, I have nothing left to say," Bemu''s voice was much calmer than before, "I came to tell you that when I went to assassinate Houernana, I saw Lady Cheng."


    Chi Ying''s eyes widened, "You saw Sister Cheng? How is she? Was she bullied?"


    Bemu snorted, "I knew it."


    Chi Ying was momentarily confused, "What?"


    Bemu turned to leave, "You only care about Cheng Lady''s well-being, not whether I took risks or got hurt. It seems I really mean nothing to you."


    Without waiting for Chi Ying to respond, he walked out of the courtyard gate. Shan Jian stepped aside to let him pass, and Bemu strode past without acknowledging him.


    Chi Ying stood at the top of the stairs, utterly frustrated, unsure of what to say. Just then, Shan Jian entered, seeing her expression, and remarked, "The biggest difference between a domesticated horse and a wild one is that the former starves but still carries people, while the latter, when hungry, kicks people. Yet, they forget that no one has any obligation to feed a wild horse. Tsk tsk, truly ungrateful."


    Chi Ying, amused by his words, laughed, "Sir, you are impressive."


    Shan Jian fanned himself as he approached, "Overheard a bit, I hope you don''t mind. I also heard from Wen Yu about you personally dealing with Miss Xie. There''s one question I have, may I ask?"


    "Please, sir."


    "Men have always been fickle. I know this better than you. Right now, the Prince focuses solely on you because there are no other women around. But beauty fades, youth passes. If he becomes emperor and has countless beauties in the three palaces and six courtyards, how will you cope? Will you regret taking action on his behalf?"


    Shan Jian''s words struck at the heart of the matter. Chi Ying tried to answer several times but remained silent.


    They stood in silence in the courtyard for a while before Shan Jian broke the silence, "I once thought I had no regrets, but there''s a saying: ''If one does not look out for oneself, heaven and earth will punish.'' You think only of him. Who thinks of you? If you aren''t happy, why go to such lengths to please him, only to end up in vain? Who can you blame?"This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    Recalling her tragic experiences in her previous life, Chi Ying felt a surge of sorrow, murmuring, "Sir... were you also betrayed?"


    Shan Jian casually replied, "It''s all in the past. The person is dead; there''s nothing to blame."


    They tacitly avoided further discussion. Chi Ying called for tea and sat down with Shan Jian to discuss serious matters.


    "I heard from the servants that you''ve been frequenting teahouses and taverns lately?" Chi Ying began subtly.


    Shan Jian, lounging lazily in his chair, said, "Nothing better to do. Yan Prefecture is vast but sparsely populated. With Wen Yu assisting the Prince, I have little to contribute. Matters of state and livelihood aren''t my forte, nor do I have any interest."


    Chi Ying smiled, "Then what interests you?"


    Shan Jian scratched his chin, answering ambiguously, "Swindling and deceiving? Any proper profession isn''t for me."


    Hearing this, Chi Ying felt reassured, "I have a task that might suit you. Would you like to try?"


    "Oh? What task?"


    Before Chi Ying could elaborate, Cui Yi''s angry roar echoed from outside the courtyard, "Shan Fuzhi! Get out here!"


    Shan Jian sighed and obediently went out to face the music. Chi Ying, puzzled, hurriedly followed.


    Cui Yi stormed in like a raging bear, starting to roar the moment he saw Shan Jian, "Shan Fuzhi! You dare! Taking advantage of my trust, you did something shameless outside!"


    Chi Ying pushed him back slightly, "Your Highness, calm down. What happened? Are you...?"


    She directed the question at the pair following Cui Yi��a handsome young man around sixteen or seventeen, looking subdued, holding a woman who appeared to be his mother, her face tear-streaked.


    Cui Yi, too angry to speak clearly, "Move aside, Chi Ying! Today, I must teach him a lesson! Utterly outrageous! Everyone is busy with their lives, but he goes drinking and whoring! Drinking and whoring are fine, but he chose a man! Choosing a man is fine, but he picked someone who wasn''t even a male prostitute! Can you believe this? Now they''ve reported him to the authorities. How can I deal with this? How!"


    Shan Jian listened quietly to his tirade. After Chi Ying managed to calm Cui Yi down, she heard behind her, "It was indiscreet of me, but I apologized and compensated them. They promised not to make a fuss, yet now they''re suing me. Are they trying to extort money?"


    At that moment, the young man sobbed, his mother wailed, and the surrounding servants gossiped excitedly. Cui Yi was livid, almost ready to draw his sword. Chi Ying sighed deeply��it seemed Shan Jian had too much free time.


    Finally, Chi Ying apologized and paid compensation, sending the mother and son away.


    Cui Yi was furious, sitting on a stone bench grinding his teeth. Shan Jian, however, admitted his fault straightforwardly without pleading or making excuses. Once Chi Ying had seen them off, Shan Jian offered, "Deduct the compensation from my future salary."


    "Yes, but split it fifty-fifty," Chi Ying chuckled, entering the courtyard, "Half from you, half from the Prince."


    Cui Yi exploded, "Why should I pay for his debauchery!"


    Chi Ying smiled, "Your Highness, subordinates are human too, with emotions and desires. They need to live. Recently, General Cao mentioned liking a girl. I''m thinking of finding a suitable day to arrange his marriage. What do you think?"


    Hearing this, Cui Yi calmed down, his expression complex as he looked at Shan Jian. Realizing he had made a mistake, Shan Jian dropped his usual nonchalance and stood quietly.


    "He told me his parents arranged a marriage for him back home. Serving under you involves hardship and dedication. When we return to the capital in a few years, we must ensure he marries grandly," Chi Ying patiently explained, "This incident, though wrong, has been acknowledged and apologized for. Shouldn''t you show some understanding?"


    Cui Yi pondered, agreeing, "You''re right. Neglecting the personal affairs of my men was my oversight. Let''s do as you suggest."


    Shan Jian breathed a sigh of relief, bowing, "Thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Lady." Cui Yi waved dismissively, and Shan Jian left.


    Once Shan Jian was gone, Cui Yi asked, "Did you know about...?"


    Chi Ying was puzzled, "Know what?"


    Cui Yi, unable to express it, angrily said, "About him and that boy... that... Did you know before?"


    Chi Ying shook her head, "No, I hadn''t thought of it. But now that I recall, he did mention liking someone who died. Looking closely today, the boy resembles his loved one. Drunk, he mistook him for his beloved, which explains the mistake. Understandable, isn''t it?"


    Cui Yi pondered, asking, "Dead? Who was it? Did he tell you?"


    Chi Ying sighed, "No, let''s drop it. You wouldn''t want to know. Besides, the dead can''t come back. Why reopen old wounds?"


    Though she said this, Cui Yi remained uneasy, reluctantly nodding, still contemplative.


    "It''s getting late. Go change clothes and prepare for the banquet!" Chi Ying knew he''d need time to process. Such things were hard to accept instantly, even for her, it took weeks of suspicion. But Cui Yi was straightforward and would eventually let it go.


    Cui Yi was puzzled, "Banquet? For whom?"


    Chi Ying took his arm, leading him back to their chambers, "Everyone''s back. I instructed the kitchen to prepare some dishes. First, to celebrate our victory. Second, autumn is approaching, and we need to plan the harvest and next tasks."


    Cui Yi asked, "And third?"


    Chi Ying hummed, helping him change clothes, "Mr. Shan sent Bemu and Sang Duo with you to intercept General Yang, intending to win them over. Tonight will determine success or failure."


    Cui Yi quietly adjusted his sleeves, Chi Ying smoothing his robe and tightening his belt, then looking up at him warmly, "Mr. Shan said Bemu is a wild horse, difficult to tame. If unsuccessful, releasing them would be a kindness. At least during future northern campaigns, you won''t worry about stumbling."


    "Bemu is indeed talented," Cui Yi dressed in casual attire, waiting for Chi Ying to change into a bright dress, then embracing her onto the throne, "Excellent horsemanship, skilled in assassination and poisoning. During the pursuit of the Northern Di envoys, our strategies often aligned, working well together. If not for his feelings for you, I would gladly befriend him."


    Chi Ying chuckled, teasing, "Wives are like clothes, brothers are like limbs. Why value clothes more than limbs?"


    Cui Yi shot her a glance, seriously replying, "If someone rips off my clothes, I''ll cut off their limbs. Isn''t that reasonable?" Chi Ying laughed uncontrollably, praising, "Your Highness is wise."


    Cui Yi smiled warmly, "If he liked someone or something else, I wouldn''t hesitate to give it. Only you are irreplaceable. No one can take you from me."


    Chi Ying blushed, feeling a surge of affection, playfully asking, "Really? Anything but me? If he wanted the Star Abyss Sword given by Chancellor Cheng, would you give it?"


    Cui Yi firmly nodded, "Yes, it''s just a sword. Without it, I can still fight."


    Chi Ying laughed, "What about Jinwu?"


    Cui Yi hesitated, struggling, finally saying, "No, Jinwu has accompanied me through nearly ten years of battles. A true companion, inseparable. I can''t give him away."


    Chi Ying, teasing him, laughed, "Just joking. Gentlemen don''t snatch others'' treasures. Bemu, though stubborn, wouldn''t stoop to asking for Jinwu. Look at your serious face, Jinwu should kneel and thank you."


    Cui Yi laughed too, and they chatted inside for a while until a maid announced the banquet was ready. They proceeded to the hall together.


    Whether in the capital or Yan Prefecture, the Wu Palace had never been so lively. The strategist''s seat lacked Xie Yong but gained Shan Jian, a valuable addition. Among the generals, besides Cao Qian and Yang Qiong, Xu Cheng and Bemu joined. Sang Duo, though unmarried, attended according to frontier customs.


    Xiaoqiu was still recovering, so Yue Yue attended with Chi Ying. Over time, Chi Ying fully trusted her, especially after eliminating Xie Yuchan. The banquet hall was filled with allies, making her feel joyful.


    Cui Yi entered, and everyone except Bemu and his sister rose to greet him. He waved, "No need for formality, sit."


    "Earlier, the Northern Di attacked Huben Pass, outnumbering us. Despite the danger, with everyone''s efforts, we drove them back. Today, with everyone present, I''ll raise a toast first, thanking you on behalf of Yan Prefecture''s ten thousand citizens!"


    After his speech, Cui Yi drank the first cup, and others followed suit, expressing modesty and gratitude.


    Cui Yi continued, "Zhongxing, I heard you fancy a girl?"


    Cao Qian blushed, embarrassed, "Yes... it''s true."


    Cui Yi smiled, raising his cup, "Tell me about her. Shall I help propose?"


    Before Cao Qian could respond, Xu Cheng slapped his shoulder, "You didn''t tell us! Like her, go for it. If you wait too long, someone else might get her. We''re looking forward to your wedding!"


    Everyone genuinely wished Cao Qian well, except Yang Qiong, whose smile was forced, looking melancholy. They toasted him, and Chi Ying kindly intervened, "General Yang is still healing. Tea, please."


    A servant brought tea, and Yang Qiong, smiling, accepted, clinking cups with Cao Qian. The atmosphere was lively, with laughter and conversation filling the hall.


    During the conversation, Xu Cheng spoke loudly and humorously, recounting amusing tales of Yanzhou Prefecture''s past, which made even Chiyun laugh. Shan Jian did not speak loudly but occasionally exchanged a few words with Bai Li Zan in a low voice, nodding occasionally to show his agreement, creating an atmosphere of harmony.


    Sang Duo was also cheerful and enthusiastic, unlike the Han girls who were always well-behaved at banquets. She wanted to join in the conversation but hesitated each time she saw her brother��s gloomy expression, glancing at Chiyun with a look of pity.


    Chiyun naturally noticed her eagerness and hesitation, giving her a reassuring nod. When there was a lull in the conversation, she took the opportunity to steer the discussion: "In the past year since we arrived in Yanzhou, everyone has worked hard. From the initial lack of food and clothing to now, although we cannot say we are living in abundance, we can at least get by. Things will only get better. Although Yanzhou is remote, it can be a haven of peace. However..."


    "Born in adversity, die in comfort," Bai Li Zan seamlessly continued, having developed a rapport from performing plays together multiple times. "If Your Highness chooses to settle here, perhaps everything will be peaceful for three to five years. But over time, the one in the capital will surely take action. If we do not prepare in advance, we will be sitting ducks, and this haven will become a hero��s grave."

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    Chiyun nodded appreciatively: "Exactly. Therefore, we cannot let our guard down yet. With just the territory of Yanzhou, standing against the imperial court is no easy task. We must be prepared for five, ten, or even twenty years. We need to defend externally and consolidate internally, support the military with agriculture, and open up grain routes. That is the long-term strategy."


    She looked around at everyone present, except for Bumu''er, who remained uncooperative, all waiting for her to continue.


    "As autumn approaches, the imperial court will send someone to collect tribute before the end of the year. Before then, we must be prepared. As usual, I will outline my plan first, and everyone can share their thoughts. Let��s pool our ideas."


    Chiyun wore a lotus-colored dress, sitting beside Cui Yi, making her appear even more gentle and demure.


    Her tone was calm and gentle: "The wheat in the fields is almost ripe. General Cao, you will have to work hard again. After harvesting the grains, they must be carefully counted, registered, and stored. After this harvest, select the best seeds for planting next spring. Then, we should not worry about food shortages anymore."


    Cao Qian readily agreed and outlined the personnel arrangements for harvesting wheat, sorghum, and other crops. Chiyun nodded in approval.


    Cui Yi interjected: "Yanzhou often has heavy rains in autumn. Be careful when drying the wheat."


    Chiyun couldn''t help but smile: "Does Your Highness understand farming now?"


    Cui Yi raised his chin proudly: "This prince casually read some books you brought from the capital during my leisure time. Reading alone is insufficient; I should go to the fields soon."


    Bai Li Zan, feeling gratified, cupped his hands: "If His Highness leads by example, it will be a blessing for the entire army!" Cui Yi had only mentioned visiting the fields, not working, and was thus left speechless, smiling awkwardly.


    Chiyun chuckled inwardly and turned to Bai Li Zan: "Mr. Bai helps His Highness review documents daily, which is quite demanding. Fortunately, things have been relatively quiet lately, so it��s a good time to relax."


    "How exactly should I relax? Am I supposed to roll up my pants and cut wheat in the fields?" Bai Li Zan asked with a pleading look.


    "Of course not!" Chiyun laughed. "I noticed that Yanzhou lacks quality schools. In winter, when the ground freezes, nothing much can be done. How about preparing to open a temporary private school for the children in the city? The requirements are not high; just teach them to recognize more characters and understand basic morals. What do you think?"


    Bai Li Zan thought for a moment, finding it manageable since he had previously been a teacher. He agreed and asked: "Where will the school be located? Who can attend? Will there be tuition fees?"


    Chiyun generously replied: "Next door to the palace, there��s a yard where poultry and livestock are kept, and silkworms are raised indoors. But once winter comes, we won��t be able to raise silkworms anymore, so we��ll use the indoor space for the school. We��ll put up a notice, inviting children under sixteen in the city to attend for free. You must strictly discipline them; any misbehaving students will be warned once and expelled after two offenses. They can try again next year."


    Bai Li Zan was about to nod in agreement when Cui Yi added: "Also teach them military strategies and tactics. They are children now, but in a few years, they will be soldiers. It won��t hurt to learn more."


    "But... I��ve only read about military strategies in books and don��t have much practical experience..." Bai Li Zan said hesitantly.


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    "Then visit the military camp frequently. Theory alone is shallow," Cui Yi retorted.


    Everyone burst into laughter, turning away or covering their mouths. Cui Yi seized the opportunity to retaliate, leaving Bai Li Zan no choice but to accept tearfully.


    Shan Jian said: "Regarding military strategies, I��ve read many books and can assist Mr. Wen Yu."


    He had never volunteered to do anything since coming to Yanzhou, always being consulted by Cui Yi or Chiyun. This was unprecedented.


    But Chiyun smiled and shook her head: "Mr. Shan, didn��t you say that legitimate professions weren��t suitable for you? I have something more important that only you can handle."


    Xu Cheng curiously asked: "What��s more important? I heard from Zhonghang that you lacked food earlier this year and went to Dongchang to buy rice. Yanzhou has relied on imperial aid for years. Now that the emperor isn��t providing food, do we still need to buy it? Buying every year isn��t sustainable."


    "It��s similar, but we��re going to Xuanzhou instead," Chiyun explained without minding the interruption. "Traveling to Dongchang is too far and treacherous. Buying ten thousand stones of rice would be impractical. For Yanzhou��s needs over the next ten years, we need at least one hundred thousand stones. Even if we could buy that much in Dongchang, transporting it back would be difficult."


    Shan Jian frowned, pondering: "Xuanzhou is a land of fish and rice, and buying two hundred thousand stones shouldn��t be a problem. But do we have enough money? Also, news of the Xie siblings�� failed betrayal and deaths has spread. Whether Xie Xiaoxin believes it or not is uncertain. If he doesn��t, rice prices in Xuanzhou might skyrocket, making it impossible to buy."


    Chiyun smiled confidently: "Whether he believes it or not, merchants in Xuanzhou still need to conduct business. The Xie family can only create a fuss like they did with pork prices, preventing Xuanzhou merchants from selling rice to us. But we don��t have to identify ourselves as Yanzhou��s military representatives. There are other border prefectures adjacent to Xuanzhou besides Yanzhou."


    Cao Qian suddenly understood: "We��ll pretend to be Gan Prefecture��s military!"


    Chiyun continued: "However, this time, it��s different from tricking the Northern Di troops. One hundred thousand stones of rice can��t be gathered in a few days. If possible, we should also purchase leather armor, arrows, knives, and other supplies. It��s challenging and risky, requiring careful deception. We must avoid being discovered by the Xie family or recognized by the governor of Gan Prefecture. The task is daunting��Mr. Shan?"


    "Huh?" Shan Jian snapped out of his thoughts. Chiyun smiled: "You said you��re skilled at deceit. This mission to deceive and obtain supplies falls to you."


    Shan Jian smiled bitterly: "Understood."


    Chiyun added: "It��s also a chance to take a break and enjoy the scenery in Xuanzhou. Maybe you��ll meet someone special. Next year, the mansion will be livelier."


    Shan Jian was momentarily stunned. Chiyun nodded, and Shan Jian felt a mix of emotions. She had seen through his reluctance to fully commit to Cui Yi, treating him with understanding and acceptance, striving to meet his psychological needs.


    "I will not fail Your Highness and Lady Chiyun!"


    His gratitude transformed into a solemn promise.


    Chiyun then assigned tasks to Yang Qiong, whose injuries hadn��t fully healed. He was tasked with acquiring rapeseed, soybeans, and other high-quality seeds from nearby farmers before winter to plant new fields in the spring.


    Xu Cheng needed to return home to report to his father. Chiyun had a maid bring him a beautifully crafted box containing valuable medicinal herbs from the capital and local ones collected by Yang Qiong during hunting trips. Xu Cheng gratefully accepted the gift.


    With the tasks assigned, they moved on to casual conversation, drinking and eating. After several rounds of drinks, everyone became slightly tipsy. Suddenly, Cui Yi spoke: "Bo Muer, I respect you as a hero. You saved and sheltered Chiyun when she was in trouble. I will remember your kindness forever. If the Boxia tribe encounters any difficulties, come to Yanzhou, and I will help within my means. I won��t force you to stay. After this defeat, the Northern Di won��t dare to act rashly for a long time. If you wish to return to the Borjigin grasslands, you can leave anytime. I��ve already instructed the border guards to allow passage. I hope we remain friends when we meet again."


    Cui Yi��s words instantly silenced the banquet hall. Bo Muer, pouring himself another drink, coldly responded: "I never considered you a friend, nor do I seek such connections."


    "That��s your choice. Chiyun and I are husband and wife, inseparable. Since you are her friend, you are mine as well. Whether you see me as a friend or enemy is up to you."


    Bo Muer sneered: "Considering a rival as a friend explains why you ended up exiled to Yanzhou."


    For a moment, Cui Yi��s eyes flashed with murderous intent, causing the temperature in the room to drop. Chiyun feared he might act impulsively and ruin their plans.


    But Cui Yi controlled himself, remaining calm: "You consider me a rival because Chiyun loves me, while she doesn��t love you. So, in my eyes, you aren��t a rival at all."


    Hearing this, Bai Li Zan and the others were awestruck. Cui Yi��s words cut deeply, humiliating Bo Muer.


    Bo Muer��s face darkened, his hand clenching into a fist, veins bulging. Sang Duo quickly grabbed his arm: "Brother!"


    "You merely exploit her intelligence to pave your path to the throne. What have you done for her? All you do is brag about her loving you. Why not prove how much you care in front of everyone?" Bo Muer accused coldly.


    Cui Yi calmly asked: "How would you like me to prove it?"


    Sang Duo tried to restrain him, but Bo Muer persisted, locking eyes with Cui Yi: "If she��s the most important person in your life, you wouldn��t mind rewarding me with gold for saving her."


    Cui Yi sighed in relief: "Naturally willing. Guards��"


    Bo Muer changed his tone: "But gold and silver are useless to the Boxia people, children of the grasslands. If I ask for Jinwu, would you give it to me?"


    Cui Yi and Chiyun were stunned. Everyone else looked horrified.


    Stallone couldn��t contain himself and stood up: "This is outrageous! Just because you saved Lady Chiyun, you think you can demand anything? If you want Jinwu, you��ll have to take my head!"


    Cui Yi stopped him: "Zhonghang, stop!"


    Bo Muer smirked, raising an eyebrow provocatively.


    Chiyun hadn��t expected her joke to come true. Jinwu was invaluable and nearly impossible to tame. How could Cui Yi part with a horse that had accompanied him through countless battles?


    "Do you really want it?" Cui Yi asked calmly.

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    When Bo Muer demanded Jinwu, everyone was shocked. Shan Jian, usually reserved, couldn��t help but comment coldly: "A gentleman promotes others�� happiness, while a villain steals what belongs to others. Saving Lady Chiyun was a noble deed, but using it to extort His Highness makes you no better than a bandit. Is the leader of the Boxia tribe truly a despicable thief?"


    Bo Muer sneered back: "Call me whatever you want. I��m not ashamed."


    Even Shan Jian, known for his sharp tongue, was at a loss for words.


    Cui Yi sat silently, his silence ominous. Chiyun wanted to intervene but knew it would undermine Cui Yi��s authority.


    After a long pause, Cui Yi ordered: "Zhonghang, bring Jinwu here."


    Stallone protested: "Your Highness, ignore him! He thinks he��s someone because he saved Lady Chiyun!"


    Cui Yi repeated firmly: "Bring Jinwu here."


    Xu Cheng also objected: "Your Highness, you can��t give away Jinwu. A Heavenly Horse is priceless and extremely rare..."


    Cui Yi roared: "Enough!"


    Silence fell. Everyone knew relinquishing Jinwu was the only option unless they killed Bo Muer and Sang Duo to bury the matter.


    Cui Yi��s voice was icy: "Don��t make me repeat myself."


    Stallone reluctantly complied, glaring at Bo Muer.


    Jinwu was brought to the banquet hall entrance. Stallone handed the reins to Bo Muer, who took them indifferently. Jinwu recoiled, snorting angrily at Bo Muer��s touch.


    Sang Duo was distraught, unable to publicly oppose her brother.


    "Tell everyone to prepare to leave," Bo Muer commanded, pulling Jinwu��s reins despite the horse��s resistance.


    Sang Duo, heartbroken, wondered how to wake everyone up in the middle of the night for departure.


    Despite obtaining a magnificent horse, Bo Muer felt no joy. He glanced at Chiyun, wanting to say something.


    But Chiyun met his gaze with cold disdain: "You can leave now."


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    As Jinwu��s angry neigh faded, Cui Yi dropped his porcelain cup onto the table, staring blankly ahead.


    Everyone tactfully left, leaving Chiyun alone with him. Neither spoke.


    The Boxia tribe departed quietly at night, with no one seeing them off. The heavy gates closed, symbolically ending any lingering connection between them and the Han people.


    Over the following month, Cui Yi barely spoke or smiled, becoming even harsher during military drills. Soldiers trembled at his presence, improving discipline but at great emotional cost.


    Chiyun, feeling down, joined the makeshift school next door to listen to Bai Li Zan teach while feeding chickens and pigs.


    Children recited aloud inside, while Chiyun sat outside, feeding chickens absentmindedly.


    Bai Li Zan divided the children into classes based on age and literacy levels, teaching younger ones to recognize characters and older ones poetry and military tactics.


    Initially, a few unruly children were expelled, setting an example. No one dared waste this precious learning opportunity afterward.


    Xiaoqiu walked around with Xiao Cuilian, teaching her words. Xiao Cuilian was learning to speak more words and sought cuddles from Chiyun but rarely dared approach her father.


    "Lady, you shouldn��t sit in the wind. It��s getting colder, and you might catch a chill," Bai Li Zan advised during lunch break.


    Chiyun scattered chicken feed, lost in thought.


    "Are you still worried about His Highness?" Bai Li Zan asked, sitting opposite her.


    Chiyun nodded dejectedly: "This is all my fault. I should have sent Bo Muer away immediately instead of letting things drag on. Now, everything��s ruined."


    "Not entirely," Bai Li Zan consoled. "No one is entirely blameless. Bo Muer was wrong for coveting what wasn��t his, and you were indecisive, leading to this situation."


    Chiyun sighed heavily: "I shouldn��t have insisted on reconciliation. Now, His Highness is depressed."


    Simply wanting to bury her face into the dustpan.


    "But His Highness is also at fault."


    Chi Ying was taken aback, turning to look at him in confusion, "What fault does His Highness have?"


    Baili Zan smiled and asked back, "Does Lady think His Highness has no fault?"


    Chi Ying thought for a while but couldn''t think of any mistakes made by Cui Yi, so she shook her head, "I don''t think His Highness did anything wrong. From the beginning, it was Bumu who provoked first. His Highness endured and gave way again and again, yet he remained ungrateful and aggressive. In the end, he even took away Jingu. His Highness didn''t make things difficult for him. To this extent, how can you still think that His Highness is at fault?"


    Baili Zan stroked his beard, his smile full of wisdom, "Lady mentioned these as His Highness''s attitude towards outsiders, which indeed are tolerant and magnanimous, repaying kindness with kindness, which is beyond reproach and can even be praised. But how did His Highness treat you?"


    Chi Ying''s expression clearly slowed down, as if she had fallen into confusion. Baili Zan continued, "Jingu was something His Highness promised to give. At that time, it wasn''t an absolute dead end. The act of demanding Jingu itself was absurd. Even if not given, it wouldn''t matter much. But since His Highness gave it, it was to prove to Bumu that only you are irreplaceable, nothing can replace or surpass you. Then why has His Highness been silent and sullen in front of you for these two months? Is giving up Jingu just to shut Bumu up, just for show?"


    "Caring for someone doesn''t need to be proven to anyone. It should be cherished and loved from every little detail around. His Highness gives up what he loves painfully in front of others but turns coldly towards you. Pardon me for saying this, but it''s worse than not giving Jingu that day."


    After hearing his words, Chi Ying let out a pained groan, covering her head with both hands.


    "But all of this started because of me. Bumu saved me, Xie family expelled me, and even the Crown Prince plotted against His Highness, all because of me!" Chi Ying closed her eyes tightly, speaking painfully, "If it weren''t for me, none of these troubles would have arisen."


    Baili Zan said, "The conflict between His Highness and the Emperor has existed for a long time. Whether you are here or not, the process might change, but the outcome remains the same. Lady shouldn''t take all the blame on yourself. Why not think about it? Without you, His Highness''s situation might be worse. The Yanzhou army couldn''t get food, Xie Yuchan was wreaking havoc in the palace, and in the end, everyone would fall apart. The imperial army would easily crush us all."


    Chi Ying covered her face and took a deep breath, saying, "I..."


    Baili Zan asked, "Lady, do you regret marrying His Highness?"


    Chi Ying released her fingers, revealing slightly red eyes, her lips moved a few times, whispering softly, "No regrets."


    "Then there''s no need to feel guilty about everything afterwards. Happiness and hardship always come together. Jade hidden in stone is destined to go through some trials. After many years, you will thank heaven for letting you share both good and bad times, rather than being buried in gold and silk, unknowingly losing your heart."


    Chi Ying sat there in a daze. A maid came to deliver a food box, so Baili Zan left her alone to think and went inside to eat.


    Xiaoqiu approached cautiously and asked, "Lady, shall we go back for lunch? His Highness should be back soon."


    Chi Ying nodded absentmindedly, put down the dustpan, walked out a few steps, then turned around and asked, "Then what do you think I should do now?"


    Baili Zan''s voice with a smile came from inside the room, "Last night, I observed the stars and felt that General Yang would find His Highness to talk today. So Lady just needs to go back for lunch."


    Chi Ying laughed helplessly, bid farewell, and went back for lunch.

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    Upon returning to the mansion, Cui Yi had already changed out of his armor and was rolling up his sleeves as he walked out from the inner chamber. Seeing her, he merely nodded without saying anything special.


    Chi Ying couldn''t help feeling strange. According to Baili Zan, Yang Qiong should have talked to him, but did it have no effect?


    They sat down to eat, Chi Ying filled with doubts, eating absentmindedly. Suddenly, Cui Yi said, "Eat quickly, I''ll take you somewhere after this."


    "... Where?" Chi Ying asked in surprise.


    But Cui Yi said nothing, just focused on eating. Chi Ying saw that he seemed unchanged and assumed that Baili Zan had overpromised, things didn''t go as expected, so she didn''t ask further.


    After lunch, Cui Yi rinsed his mouth, took his daughter from the nanny, and urged, "Let''s go."


    Chi Ying didn''t understand what he was up to, so she followed him.


    Outside the mansion, soldiers were waiting with horses. Cui Yi had someone bring a step stool for her to mount, handed Xiao Cuiyan to her, then mounted his horse himself, holding them both from behind, flicking the reins, "Giddy-up!" The horse galloped down the street.


    Chi Ying carefully held her daughter, asking, "Where are we going?"


    Cui Yi replied, "You''ll know when we get there."


    Without Jingu, Cui Yi rode an ordinary warhorse, but it was fast enough. Soon they were out of the city, heading east towards Mount Yanlan along a dirt road.


    It was mid-autumn, the best time to see red leaves in the capital. Mount Yanlan also had maple trees, but being too far north, most leaves had fallen. Chi Ying looked around, thinking Cui Yi wasn''t taking her to see the red leaves. What else could there be on Mount Yanlan?


    The mountain got steeper, Cui Yi slowed down the horse, trotting leisurely towards the summit.


    A cold wind blew, making Chi Ying sneeze. Cui Yi asked, "Are you cold?" Chi Ying rubbed her nose and shook her head. Cui Yi used one hand to hold the reins, freeing the other to hug her.


    Just this simple gesture made Chi Ying''s restless heart calm down instantly.


    Cui Yi, accustomed to martial arts, was strong and warm-blooded, never fearing cold. His body temperature was higher than most people��s. During winter nights, Chi Ying always fell asleep in his warm embrace. Separated for a winter, the familiar warmth suddenly awakened her dependence, making her feel Cui Yi''s true feelings.


    As Baili Zan said, caring for someone doesn''t need to be proven to anyone. No matter how Bumu doubted, she never questioned Cui Yi''s feelings for her. Because Cui Yi never said meaningless pretty words but cared for her in every detail.


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    Cui Yi, who feared losing her more than having a child...


    "We''re here," Cui Yi nudged her temple with his chin, "Look."


    Chi Ying snapped out of her thoughts, realizing the horse had brought them to the summit. The view was excellent, overlooking vast fields outside the city. Under the autumn sun, golden wheat shone brightly, countless black dots moving in the fields, those were Yanzhou soldiers harvesting this year''s crops.


    Cui Yi pointed, "Do you see that place where we went out of the city earlier this year? It was a reed swamp, now it''s a large rice field."


    Chi Ying looked in the direction he pointed, seeing endless scenes of harvest. Wheat, rice, sorghum... barren mud had become fertile fields. This year''s favorable weather brought them enough food for a year.


    "These days, I''ve been thinking about many things," Cui Yi hugged them both comfortably, speaking in a soothing tone, "I''m not like you and Wen Yu, quick thinkers. I can''t figure out many things. The more I think, the more I feel guilty, feeling sorry for you."


    Chi Ying was startled, instinctively asking, "Sorry for me?"


    Cui Yi nodded, bending down to rest his head on her shoulder, "When Bumu asked how we met, half of what I said was true, the other half was my wishful thinking. No matter how much time passes, I never forget that I tricked you into loving me. You didn''t want to marry me at first."


    Chi Ying was speechless. Cui Yi continued, "I''m grateful to have you, but I also feel guilty. If not for my greed, you''d be the Crown Princess, the Empress, not following me away from home. For a whole year, you haven''t received a single letter or greeting from your parents."


    His voice was low and sorrowful, making Chi Ying''s eyes water. She couldn''t help but hug his neck, whispering, "But I don''t regret it."


    "I don''t regret it either," Cui Yi kissed her cheek, whispering, "Because I don''t regret it, I feel even more guilty. Because of me, you lost too much. Only when I decided to give up Jingu did I understand your pain back then."


    Chi Ying stared at his close face, overwhelmed by heartache.


    So during this month, he wasn''t upset about losing Jingu, but felt guilty for understanding her pain of giving up something precious!


    After rebirth, their fates were irresistibly intertwined, misfortunes kept coming, each blaming themselves, repenting, but neither expressed their true feelings.


    Chi Ying suddenly wanted to tell him everything, including her initial intentions, the schemes to use him, her unknown past life secrets, all eager to pour out.


    But Cui Yi smiled slightly, "Today Gong Qi came to talk to me, discussing many things. I finally understood. Since we don''t regret it, there''s no need to overthink. Just follow our hearts, leaving no regrets. Everything you gave up for me, I''ll compensate you better one day."


    Since there''s no regret, there''s no need to overthink... Chi Ying took a deep breath, her gloomy mood clearing up like a bright autumn sky.


    Worrying about who owes whom is meaningless. Better to do our best to give each other more and better than before!


    "I agree," she leaned into his warm, reliable embrace, making a lifelong commitment.


    Autumn winds brought the scent of wheat, swirling the remaining red leaves, blending into the twilight with the evening bells.


    At dusk, the absentee Wu Wang returned to the mansion with his wife and daughter. Greeting them was Jingu, grazing in the courtyard.


    Cui Yi stood stunned for a tea break, then turned into a raging beast, roaring, "What''s going on!"


    Chi Ying was equally surprised, unable to speak. Jingu, intelligent, raised its tail and looked at her, blinking wet eyes.


    "What''s going on? What does this mean? Who��Who did this!"


    Cui Yi raged, drawing his sword. Baili Zan walked in smiling, stroking his beard, "We just played along, hiding Jingu until you sorted things out."


    Cui Yi still couldn''t let it go, "You all conspired to deceive me! Making a fool of me! Baili Wenyu, I''ll cut you down!" He swung his sword.


    Baili Zan laughed, running away. Chi Ying didn''t know whether to laugh or cry, finally calming Cui Yi down, sending Xiaoqiu to thank Baili Zan and Yang Qiong.


    After all this, Chi Ying''s lingering knot was finally unraveled, understanding Cui Yi''s true feelings, leaving no barriers between them.

 freeze to death

    After winter set in, Yanzhou was covered in snow, making travel impossible. Everyone stayed indoors, wealthier families heating stoves, poorer ones huddling together.


    "Add some more straw. Do we have any left?" Chi Ying held an umbrella in the snow, directing next door in the mansion, "Get more straw. If they freeze, it''s a loss."


    In the freezing weather, the sow in the mansion gave birth, squealing loudly, distracting children from studying. They all ran out to watch. Baili Zan sighed, rubbing his hands, walking out, "No classes today, go back."


    The sow gave birth to piglets, smeared with feces, struggling under the sow''s belly, crying from the cold. Chi Ying worried, "What if the piglets freeze to death? Should we move a stove into the pigsty?"


    "That won''t work. The sty is full of straw, a spark could start a fire, burning them alive," Baili Zan shook his head.


    Chi Ying sighed, "Raising pigs is harder than raising kids."


    Baili Zan mimicked her sighing, teasing, "Yes, how hard can it be?"


    Troubles didn''t stop with pig-raising. Snow-covered fields couldn''t be worked, soldiers trained in the morning, idling in barracks in the afternoon. Idle hands lead to trouble; some soldiers roamed the city, causing friction, harassing women, making Yanzhou chaotic.


    Cui Yi slammed the table, furious, "I''m overwhelmed with work, yet they cause trouble! Unbelievable! Zhongxing, pass my order. Anyone caught causing trouble gets punished with military sticks, harshly!"


    Cao Qian returned to the barracks with the order, seeing Yang Qiong there, facing a line of soldiers, heads down, being scolded.


    Approaching, he heard Yang Qiong say, "Lady says this time let it slide. She''ll talk to His Highness not to punish you. But you must patrol the city morning and night. Only if you catch troublemakers can you be replaced. Understand?"


    Soldiers answered weakly, Yang Qiong barked, "Louder!" They straightened, answering in unison, "Yes!"


    Yang Qiong dismissed them, Cao Qian laughing, "Lady''s method is better, teaching a lesson without punishment, more effective than sticks."


    Yang Qiong agreed, "This should deter future trouble. Cold patrolling is punishment enough."


    Cao Qian squinted at dark clouds, predicting continuous snow till March. "But keeping everyone idle isn''t good. �� Are you healed?"


    "Almost, the doctor says it''s fine," Yang Qiong teased, "Looking forward to your wedding wine."


    Cao Qian chuckled, "His Highness proposed, but acceptance is uncertain. But if it works out, wine is guaranteed."


    They chatted about Cao Qian''s encounter with the girl, praising her beauty and kindness, worrying about being unworthy. Yang Qiong reassured him.


    "Hey, about last time..." Cao Qian hesitated. Others knew about Yang Qiong saving Cheng Fuyi, avoiding mentioning it. But Cao Qian, concerned, wanted to know.


    Yang Qiong grabbed two wooden spears, tossing one to him, "Long time no practice, muscles stiff. Let''s spar."


    Cao Qian accepted, stepping into the arena. Soldiers gathered to watch.


    "Embarrassing matters, better left unsaid," Yang Qiong attacked, Cao Qian dodging, "Your feelings for Lady Cheng..."


    Yang Qiong evaded, countering, spear tip aiming at his face.


    Cao Qian blocked him, saying, "Do you love her? Or do you merely want to repay her for saving your life?"


    Yang Qiong remained silent, quickening his pace. The two men exchanged more than a dozen moves in the center of the cleared training ground, wet sand scattering with each thrust of their spears, rustling softly. "What I think isn''t important. I just hope she lives well. As long as she is safe and happy, I am content," Yang Qiong said decisively, retreating to create distance before he revealed any weakness, repositioning into a defensive stance, breathing slightly hard.


    Cao Qian sighed deeply, saying, "If you had killed Hu''erhana back then, it might not have saved her either. Brother, pardon my bluntness, but once she fell into the hands of the Beidi people, there''s an eighty percent chance she was already..."This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Yang Qiong''s expression was blank, revealing no emotion. Cao Qian changed his approach, asking, "What will you do after rescuing her?"


    Yang Qiong replied, "I''ll send her back to the capital to reunite with her husband and daughter."


    Cao Qian asked, "What if Zhai Zicheng doesn''t want her anymore?"


    Yang Qiong''s eyes instantly widened in anger: "Impossible! If he were that kind of person, he wouldn''t have personally fought Hu''erhana back then, getting seriously injured, and still entrusted someone to travel thousands of miles to Yan Prefecture to ask the king and lady, Cheng Lady... She would never choose such a man!"


    "Even if he isn''t, what will the elders of the Zhai family think? Sending someone out who returns? What will the emperor think? There are so many harsh and critical officials in the capital..."


    Anger surged in Yang Qiong, raising his spear for a fierce attack. The wooden spear swung with a roaring wind, each move ruthless. Cao Qian retreated while fighting, eventually unable to speak coherently due to the relentless assault.


    The soldiers watching from the sidelines seemed to sense something off in the air, ceasing their cheers and watching the intense battle silently.


    Fortunately, someone noticed the abnormal atmosphere between the two men early on and went to notify Cui Yi. Cui Yi arrived, took one look, and immediately shouted angrily, "Stop!"


    Cao Qian had long wanted to stop but was forced to continue due to being relentlessly pursued by Yang Qiong. Hearing Cui Yi''s voice, he promptly withdrew his spear and stepped back. Yang Qiong, however, still tried to attack but was restrained by four or five soldiers who disarmed him, calming down gradually.


    "The soldiers causing trouble outside are punished, and you two are also full of nonsense!" Cui Yi strode forward and slapped Yang Qiong''s head hard, "Why don''t you show this determination when killing enemies, bullying your own comrades instead? Yang Gongqi! Go receive twenty military rods!"


    Cao Qian hurriedly pleaded for leniency, "Your Highness, please calm down. This subordinate and Brother Yang were merely practicing and didn''t mean to cause trouble! Please forgive us!"


    Yang Qiong turned away silently and left. Cui Yi then scolded Cao Qian, "And you! Kneel on the grindstone in the middle of the field until an hour has passed, go!"


    Cao Qian, feeling like a clay Buddha crossing a river, could only obediently accept his punishment. Soldiers brought the grindstone, and Cao Qian rolled up his pant legs and knelt. Soon, his knees felt like they were being bitten by countless ants, burning painfully. Despite the bone-chilling cold, he was sweating profusely.


    After receiving twenty military rods, Yang Qiong returned to the training ground bare-chested, pushed Cao Qian''s shoulder, who moved aside with difficulty, and knelt beside him.


    The two knelt side by side in the bright sun and cold wind. After a long time, Yang Qiong spoke, "What you said earlier... it''s true. It''s my fault, I shouldn''t have lost my temper and involved you in this punishment."


    Cao Qian smiled, saying, "How can it be called involving me? It''s my brother''s business. Seeing you worried every day, I just wanted to get to the bottom of it."


    Yang Qiong gazed blankly at the snow outside the field, murmuring, "I''ve thought about those possibilities too, but... rather than not believing it could happen, it''s more that... I don''t want to believe it. I don''t want to believe they would treat her that way."


    Cao Qian sighed heavily, "Lady Cheng is a good person, she saved you and the king''s life. It''s just a pity... sigh!"


    While they lamented Cheng Fengyi''s tragic fate, she herself was in the depths of suffering in Changyao.


    Hu''erhana was discussing strategies for the next year against the Great Chu with his ministers when a palace maid reported urgently. He overturned the table and rushed out, heading straight for Cheng Fengyi''s palace.


    The room was filled with maids and imperial physicians. Hu''erhana barged in, pushing through the crowd, and saw Cheng Fengyi lying pale-faced on the bed, looking unusually serene. Her gaze caught his entrance, and she sneered.


    An imperial physician knelt tremblingly, reporting the situation to Hu''erhana. Enraged, Hu''erhana kicked him, "Useless bunch! You couldn''t even save my son. What use are you to me? Take them out and execute them!"


    Guards dragged all eight physicians out. The maids in the room feared they might suffer the same fate if the king''s wrath continued. But Hu''erhana had no intention of punishing the maids. He approached the bed, grabbed Cheng Fengyi''s hand resting on the quilt, and roared, "Do you hate me so much? Willing to die rather than bear children for me? That was also your child!"


    Cheng Fengyi sneered, her lips pale, whispering, "That wasn''t my child, just a b*st*rd."


    Enraged, Hu''erhana slapped her, blood flowing from her nose. The maids trembled in fear, afraid to breathe.


    "You dare call my son a b*st*rd?" Hu''erhana choked her throat, lifting her from the quilt, "I am the mighty king of the Beidi. A thousand times better than your pitiful husband. It''s your fortune that I chose you! Don''t take it for granted and disrespect me!"


    Cheng Fengyi endured the beating without flinching, squeezing out broken words, "A gentleman... how can he... discuss righteousness... with beasts..."


    Hu''erhana threw her back onto the bed and walked towards the door, then stormed back, pointing at her, "Don''t think I''ll let you off now. I won''t! I must have you! Once spring arrives, I''ll launch an attack on the Great Chu. If the emperor of the Central Plains wants peace, he must offer Zhai Ren''s head to me!"


    Cheng Fengyi struggled up from the bed, shouting, "Don''t harm Zicheng! If you touch a hair on his head, I will drag you to hell with me!"


    Hu''erhana snorted heavily, seeming to find pleasure in tormenting her with words, continuing, "Not just him, I will also have the emperor of the Central Plains cook your daughter into meat porridge to reward my troops! And your useless old father! I won''t spare him either! Unless you submit to me, they will all die!"


    Cheng Fengyi burst into tears, crying, "Kill me!"


    Hu''erhana flung his sleeves, leaving her behind mercilessly.

 winnowing fans

    On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the sky was unusually clear. Apart from the soldiers patrolling the city and fetching water and firewood, everyone gathered around the training ground.


    In December last year, to consume the excess energy of the soldiers and prevent them from harassing the citizens, Shouchang proposed a winter management plan. Besides daily training and necessary living tasks, soldiers were grouped according to their preferences. Some went fishing by the river, some helped repair damaged houses, some learned to make baskets and winnowing fans from local craftsmen, others worked on forging, charcoal-making, and milling.


    With things to do, the soldiers stopped causing trouble, focusing on work after training and reporting to the clerk, who recorded their efforts. One fish equaled one stroke, one basket another, blacksmithing and milling counted double. The top ten individuals by New Year''s Eve received rewards, while those causing trouble during this period had all their points deducted.


    To add fun, Shouchang commissioned ten soccer balls and formed teams of eight for elimination matches. The winning team would receive ten taels of silver per member.


    Soccer was a popular sport among civilians, almost everyone played it. However, Prince Cui Yi, coming from the palace, was clumsy, kicking several balls to pieces and knocking over players before being ordered off the field by Shouchang.


    Thus, Cui Yi sat glumly on the sidelines, watching Stao Qian, Yang Qiong, and even Bai Lizan play enthusiastically, envious and frustrated.


    This frustration persisted even during the final match on Lantern Festival. Seeing him fidgeting restlessly on the viewing platform, Shouchang found it both amusing and sympathetic. After both teams arrived, she asked, "Is there a kind captain willing to take Prince Cui Yi? Adding him to your team, the prince''s share of the reward goes to you."


    Red team led by Yang Qiong, Blue team by Cao Qian, all sixteen players looked at each other hesitantly, none daring to take the hot potato.


    Cui Yi sank deeper into depression, sulking in his chair. Finally, Yang Qiong relented, "Prince, join our team, just keep your feet light." Not expecting him to score.


    Cui Yi''s ears perked up, tail wagging, looking at Shouchang. She chuckled, "Go ahead."


    Bai Lizan joined in, hearing Cui Yi joined Yang Qiong''s team and seeing the gloomy faces of the players, he laughed, "Can you give me a spot too? I''ll balance the teams."


    Bai Lizan was equally poor at soccer, missing the goal despite aiming carefully. Though lacking Cui Yi''s brute strength, he wouldn''t hinder teammates. Shouchang agreed, nodding.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    The Blue team players looked mournful.


    Bai Lizan eagerly changed into coarse clothes and joined the game. The referee signaled the start, and Cui Yi dashed out like a wild dog, delivering a powerful kick. All eyes followed the ball... nothing. Looking back, the new soccer ball was lodged under his foot.


    Shouchang nearly dropped her teacup laughing.


    Replacing the ball, Cui Yi became cautious, gently tapping it as if handling fragile eggs.


    Blue team members surrounded him, wary of his past recklessness. Soccer stalled for a whole incense stick''s time. During halftime, Cao Qian gathered his team, strategizing. Yang Qiong''s team did the same.


    The second half began with both teams surrounding Cui Yi, captains engaging in one-on-one battles. Cui Yi struggled to escape, resembling a trapped fly. Unable to participate, he watched his teammates play freely.


    At halftime, both teams scored once. Cui Yi announced his withdrawal, sulking on the platform.


    Shouchang handed him a bowl of yam porridge, "Soccer is for fun. Whether you play or not doesn''t matter, don''t let it upset you."


    Cui Yi accepted it moodily, stirring the soup with a spoon, rubbing his right eyelid. Shouchang asked, "Did you sleep poorly last night?"


    "My eyelid has been twitching since morning," Cui Yi said, one eye open, "Left eye for wealth, right eye for disaster. No wonder I''m unwanted."


    Shouchang laughed, "It''s just superstition. You probably didn''t sleep well."


    Cui Yi grunted noncommittally, sipping the porridge. Without the hindrance, the game progressed smoothly. Red team scored twice, Blue once.


    Watching the game, Cui Yi suddenly remarked, "Father died exactly a year ago. I couldn''t even return to pay respects."


    Shouchang sighed softly, "We should have returned for the funeral."


    Emperor Jianyuan treated his second son well despite remarrying and making the eldest son, Cui Jie, the crown prince. Though unsuited for ruling, Jianyuan allowed Cui Yi to stay away, rewarding him generously and postponing his marriage.


    Though Jianyuan sided with the favored son in his later years, Cui Yi bore no grudge, still respecting him as Father.


    Last year, Emperor Jianyuan died, and Cui Jie concealed the news until securing power, announcing it officially. Sons far away, like Cui Yi, should have returned for the funeral but were sent further away by imperial decree.


    Cui Jie denied Cui Yi the chance to mourn properly.


    The soccer match ended with Red team winning by one goal. Cui Yi rewarded them as promised, then went with Shouchang and their daughter to see lanterns.


    As the sun set, the air grew cold and dry. Little Cui Xian held a lotus lantern, her face flushed with excitement. Cui Yi checked her hands, warm, saying, "Xian''er isn''t cold."


    Shouchang, holding a hand warmer, exhaled white breath, smiling, "Xian''er is like a little stove, never cold. Last winter, I feared she''d catch a chill, holding her all night, yet she warmed me."


    Cui Yi lifted her, smiling faintly, "They say daughters are parents'' coats, ours is a little stove."


    Shouchang laughed, spotting a vendor selling lucky tiger toys, wanting to buy one for Xian''er. Cui Yi suggested, "Xian''er is a girl, maybe a rabbit is better." Holding a cloth rabbit, Xian''er grabbed it eagerly.


    Shouchang put the tiger toy back, but Cui Yi added, "Buy the tiger too."


    The vendor, sensing their preference, flattered them, "Sir looks prosperous. Buying these toys will bring a healthy son next year!"


    Cui Yi paid without comment, continuing their stroll.


    Shouchang asked, "Do you want a son?"


    Cui Yi''s expression was indifferent, though his Adam''s apple betrayed inner tension, "No, it''s up to fate."


    Shouchang found it amusing, "Having children is a woman''s duty. How can there be willingness or reluctance? As future emperor, you need heirs. If not me, someone else will bear them."


    Cui Yi frowned deeply, staring at her with complex emotions, struggling to speak.


    Thinking of his deceased father, brothers, and potential future conflicts, Cui Yi felt a deep sorrow. In royal families, having sons often meant endless power struggles. Either he dies, or Cui Jie does. Would his son follow the same path?


    "Shouchang."


    "Hmm?"


    Meeting her clear eyes, Cui Yi declared firmly, "One son is enough."


    Shouchang smiled, nodding, "Okay."

 thousand-year-old ginseng

    Before the end of the first lunar month, an urgent letter reached Yan Prefecture, dispelling the festive mood.


    "Empress Dowager Heping is gravely ill?" Shouchang exclaimed, "When did this happen? Who wrote the letter?"


    The soldier replied, "It''s from Prince Jing, Your Highness. The letter didn''t mention when the Empress Dowager fell ill, only asking you to pack and leave for the capital tomorrow."


    After Emperor Jianyuan''s death, the queen became Empress Dowager, and the consorts with sons became Empress Dowagers. Heping was Consort Duan''s title, and Prince Jing her only son, Cui Xiang.


    Due to familial ties, Cui Yi was raised by Consort Duan after Empress Xiaoling''s death. Their relationship was relatively harmonious compared to his strained relations with Cui Jie and Cui Huan. Shouchang found Prince Jing polite and likable during Little Cui Xian''s hundred-day celebration.


    However, the association with the Xie family made her uneasy. Xie Yong and Xie Yuchan were expelled from the Wu King''s faction, a slap in the face for the Xie family.


    The letter came from Prince Jing, instructing Shouchang to prepare for an immediate departure to the capital.


    The children, filled with rage, might seek to avenge the deep-seated enmity against Cui Jie, which was not entirely impossible. However, this would put Duanfei and Cui Xiang in a delicate position. Would they follow the Xie family''s lead and support Cui Jie? Although Cui Xiang was also a prince, could Cui Jie tolerate him? Duanfei, being shrewd and calculating, wouldn''t be foolish enough to gamble with her son''s life. If possible, she would certainly hope for Cui Xiang to ascend the throne.


    But nothing is absolute. If Duanfei judged that her son had no hope, then it would be wise to submit to Cui Yi. In such a case, the claim that the Empress Dowager was seriously ill and wanted to see Cui Yi could very well be a trap.


    After dismissing the messenger, Chi Ying directed the maidservants to pack their belongings while pondering how to inform Cui Yi about this situation. Duanfei had treated him as her own son, and her eagerness to arrange his marriage and promote his relationship with Xie Yuchan wasn''t entirely selfless but genuinely beneficial. Cui Yi understood this well, so it wouldn''t be easy to dissuade him from returning to the capital.


    Xiaoqiu asked, "My lady, should we take the thousand-year-old ginseng?"


    "Take it... No, maybe not..." There was only one thousand-year-old ginseng in the entire palace, a gift from Cheng Fengyi. Chi Ying had carried it all the way from the capital to Yan Prefecture, intending to use it to save Cui Yi in case of serious injury. She didn''t want to waste it on others.


    However, Cui Yi might insist on taking it, and if he knew she was unwilling, he might get upset. After some thought, she changed her mind: "Let''s take it. Whether to give it or not will depend on His Highness."


    Before they finished packing, Cui Yi rushed back anxiously. Chi Ying looked up as he entered and said, "It''s almost packed. Should we leave Xiaonian behind in Yan Prefecture? The journey is long, and I''m worried she won''t be able to endure it."Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    Cui Yi frowned and glanced at the box Xiaoqiu was holding. "Put that box aside for now. Chi Ying, come with me."


    Xiaoqiu placed the box containing the ginseng on the table, puzzled, while Chi Ying looked surprised. "What''s going on?" Cui Yi didn''t respond and turned to walk out. She had no choice but to follow.


    The servants knew the king and queen were returning to the capital and were busy preparing. Cui Yi led Chi Ying through the bustling servants and arrived at the courtyard where Xie Yuchan had been imprisoned.


    Since Xie Yuchan escaped and was later killed by Chi Ying and buried in the wilderness, this courtyard had been abandoned. Snow piled up, nearly burying the stone table. Chi Ying didn''t understand what he intended to do and asked, "Do you have something to say? Why not talk inside, avoiding someone?"


    Cui Yi replied evasively, "Or perhaps we shouldn''t go back."


    Chi Ying was startled and blurted out, "Not go back? Don''t you want to see the Empress Dowager one last time?"


    Cui Yi turned around, his face clouded with sorrow. "See her one last time? After seeing her, who will die, her or me?"


    Chi Ying fell silent, moved forward, and gently touched his arm. "Did Master Bai Li tell you something?"


    "He didn''t say anything," Cui Yi rubbed his nose, looking pained. "I guess he didn''t dare to say it, but after calming down, I think I know what he meant."


    Chi Ying was surprised that Cui Yi had figured out the potential conspiracy on his own rather than rushing headlong into danger. If Cui Yi suspected Cui Xiang''s letter was fake, then the person he needed to avoid could only be...


    "Do you still not trust Nong Yue?"


    Cui Yi replied woodenly, "Can you really believe she has no ulterior motives? She was once close to Mother Concubine Duan."


    Chi Ying smiled and didn''t argue whether Nong Yue was trustworthy. Instead, she said, "Show me the letter from the Seventh Prince. The Empress Dowager''s illness might be real, but it could also be fabricated. We can''t generalize."


    Cui Yi took the letter from his chest and handed it to her. Chi Ying unfolded the letter and read it quickly.


    The letter was brief, stating that since they left the capital, Mother Concubine Duan had been depressed, unable to eat, and after Emperor Jianyuan''s death, she had been bedridden for a year, her health fluctuating. After the New Year, her condition worsened, and she repeatedly called out Cui Yi''s name in delirium. Hence, she wrote this letter, sent by fast horse to Yan Prefecture, hoping Cui Yi would return.


    The content was impeccable, though Chi Ying couldn''t verify Cui Xiang''s handwriting. "Do you think the Empress Dowager is truly ill or faking it?" Chi Ying asked, though the question was awkward, it was better for her to ask than for Cui Yi to voice it himself.


    Cui Yi looked up at the overcast sky, his expression dazed. "I don''t know. I hope it''s fake, yet I hope it''s true."


    Chi Ying nodded, understanding his dilemma. Who would wish to discover that someone they deeply trusted had lied and plotted against them? But if Duanfei was truly ill, it wouldn''t be good news either. Cui Yi had deep feelings for her, making the decision to go or not extremely difficult.


    Cui Yi paced back and forth in the courtyard, the snow crunching under his boots like a squeezing heart. "Should we go back?"


    Cui Yi sighed, "I don''t know. Do you think I should go back?"


    Chi Ying smiled, "You need to decide for yourself. After all, it''s a fifty-fifty chance..." She suddenly stopped smiling. "What is it?" Cui Yi asked, puzzled.


    Chi Ying hesitated, "Could it be... Could the Empress Dowager''s illness be real, but the emperor''s trap... also real?"


    They had only considered the possibilities of Duanfei being truly ill or faking it to harm him, but they hadn''t considered the possibility that Duanfei might indeed be ill, and Cui Jie might seize the opportunity to eliminate him.


    Cui Yi fell silent. Recalling how Zhai Rang''s letter had reached Yan Prefecture safely and the subsequent fierce attack by the Northern Di army on Hubei Pass, Chi Ying realized these events were similar, exploiting their inability to stand idly by when faced with familiar people''s plight. They knew it was a trap but had to fall into it.


    This wasn''t Shan Jian''s style. This intricate and interlocking strategy was unlike Shan Jian''s ruthless and baseless tactics. Someone else must be advising Cui Jie! Considering how Xie Yuchan and Xie Yong managed to escape separately and then join forces to kidnap her out of the city��Chi Ying finally understood why Cui Yi had to avoid Nong Yue. Among the servants in Yan Prefecture, besides Xie Yong, only she had ties to the palace. Her suspicion became more evident with Cui Xiang and Duanfei''s involvement.


    After Shan Jian left, Cui Jie had another strategist who planned the Hubei Pass battle, using Nong Yue to free the Xie siblings and kidnap her. Duanfei''s illness might be genuine, and Cui Xiang''s letter might have been coerced. If these assumptions were correct, then Nong Yue''s actions...


    Chi Ying gasped and ran back to the main house.


    In the main house, Xiaoqiu and Nong Yue watched as everything was packed, except for the box of ginseng on the table. Xiaoqiu looked outside, "Should we take the ginseng? The lady says one thing, His Highness another. I don''t know whom to listen to."


    Nong Yue smiled, "Simple, listen to the lady. Haven''t you seen His Highness always deferring to her?"


    Xiaoqiu, recalling Chi Ying''s hesitation, thought she didn''t want to take it. Seeing Nong Yue fiddling with the box, she suggested, "Should I ask the lady?"

 dark and ominous

    "I''ll go!" Cui Yi rarely avoided discussing important matters with Chi Ying in front of the servants. Xiaoqiu, being intelligent, knew they were discussing something crucial and decided to handle it herself to avoid any mishaps.


    Xiaoqiu hurried out, while Nong Yue confirmed she had left the yard. She glanced at the maidservants tidying up and commanded, "Hurry up, even the items not taken should be neatly packed. These are fine materials; don''t damage them." The maidservants complied without looking up. Nong Yue took a deep breath and secretly pulled out a small paper packet from her sleeve.


    Chi Ying quietly returned through the side door, approaching the window sl*t and peering inside.


    Nong Yue held the packet, closed her eyes, and muttered something before making a praying gesture. Then, trembling, she opened the packet and sprinkled its contents onto the precious thousand-year-old ginseng.


    Cui Yi had guessed correctly; Nong Yue was an insider. Chi Ying sighed and covered her forehead.


    Chi Ying pretended nothing happened, confirming the luggage was ready and sending everyone away. She instructed Xiaoqiu to secretly take the box of ginseng to a local pharmacy to identify the substance Nong Yue had added.


    An hour later, Xiaoqiu returned, looking grave. "The doctor said it''s likely arsenic."


    "What should we do next?" Cui Yi had heard Chi Ying describe Nong Yue''s actions earlier. Perhaps because he already suspected her, he wasn''t shocked or angry upon hearing the confirmation.


    Chi Ying calmly sat in a chair. "Wait."


    Both were puzzled. "Wait for what?"


    "Wait for her to commit suicide," Chi Ying''s eyes gleamed with confidence. "If she has a reason, she will definitely kill herself by tomorrow morning at the latest."


    The long night passed, and neither Chi Ying nor Cui Yi slept, keeping vigil by the lamp. As dawn approached, the wick drooped again.


    Chi Ying trimmed the wick, and Cui Yi followed her movements, rubbing his tired eyes. "How can you be so sure Nong Yue has a reason? She doesn''t seem like Xie Yong. Deep palace women are often inscrutable. She might appear harmless until something happens, then become venomous."


    "I can''t explain it, just a feeling," Chi Ying, exhausted from the sleepless night, rested her head on the table. "Nong Yue gives me a different impression than Xie Yong. Since uncovering Duanfei''s and the Empress''s plot, I felt Nong Yue had a reason. Otherwise, with her maturity, she wouldn''t have exposed her helplessness when escorting me to Hanfu Palace."


    Cui Yi remained unconvinced. He believed his mother initially placed Nong Yue in the palace to scheme against Chi Ying, but Chi Ying trusted her. Whose intuition was right?


    At daybreak, Xiaoqiu knocked on the door, "Your Highness, my lady, may I come in?"


    Chi Ying sighed, resting her head on her hand. "Have I made a mistake?"


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    The sound jolted Cui Yi and Chi Ying awake, and they rushed to the scene. The maid sat trembling on the threshold, covering her mouth in terror. Cui Yi entered to find Nong Yue hanging from the beam, clutching the sheet with her feet kicking.


    "Help her down!" Cui Yi shouted. Servants rushed in to lower her.


    Nong Yue collapsed, coughing and crying. Xiaoqiu helped her breathe, and after calming down, she tearfully looked at Chi Ying and knelt, pressing her forehead to the cold floor.


    Chi Ying signaled the servants to leave, leaving only the four of them.


    "I saw what you did yesterday," Chi Ying''s tone was unusually calm. "I have one question."


    Nong Yue curled up, her thin frame shaking. "Since you''ve decided to work for the emperor, why commit suicide before we leave?"


    Tears streamed down Nong Yue''s face as she bowed repeatedly. "Forgive me! I never intended to betray His Highness for the emperor. He threatened to kill my father and siblings. I had no choice. Your Highness and Lady have been kind, and I couldn''t bear to betray you. Last night, overwhelmed with guilt, I chose death to atone!"


    Cui Yi sighed, "You were right."


    Nong Yue continued bowing, her forehead bruising. Xiaoqiu, moved, shot Chi Ying a pleading look.


    Chi Ying asked, "Who is ''he,'' the emperor or someone else?"


    Nong Yue sobbed, "Not the emperor, but someone calling himself Scholar Banxia. I never heard of him before receiving a letter from home, thinking it was a family letter. It turned out to be a threat, demanding I poison the herbs you take back to the capital. I..."


    Chi Ying was surprised. This Scholar Banxia was unexpected. In her previous life, she never heard of him near Cui Jie. His strategies combined high-level foresight and meticulous detail, preferring to watch them knowingly step into traps.


    "Yan Prefecture is rich in ginseng and snow frogs. He anticipated we''d take valuable herbs if we decided to return," Cui Yi''s voice was low and angry. "Lacking virtue, he resorts to despicable threats."


    Chi Ying pondered the matter further. Nong Yue spoke again, "Lady, there''s one more thing..."


    Chi Ying interrupted, "Releasing Xie Yuchan?"


    Nong Yue lowered her head. Xiaoqiu immediately flared up, "You released that witch? Whose side are you on?"


    "Probably Duanfei''s letter asking for your help?" Chi Ying asked.


    Nong Yue nodded, ashamed. "Lady Xie''s family intended to defect to the emperor but lacked a legitimate daughter. She hoped to deceive Xie Yuchan back and offer her to the emperor. I thought the Xie siblings caused trouble and freeing them seemed better. I didn''t expect them to kidnap the lady! If I knew, I''d rather lose my hands than release them!"


    With this, Duanfei''s illness and desire to see Cui Yi were confirmed as a trap. Chi Ying waited for Cui Yi''s decision.


    Cui Yi sat silently, his gaze dark and ominous.


    "My lord," Chi Ying approached, "let''s return. If you''re unsure, let''s consult Master Bai Li."


    Cui Yi remained silent. Nong Yue whispered, "Her Majesty mentioned you in her letter, saying she always cared for you and hoped I''d serve you well. Despite the Xie family''s decision, she wishes you well."


    Cui Yi exhaled heavily, wiping his face, and slammed his fist on the table. "Set out!"


    Chi Ying immediately followed, instructing Xiaoqiu, "Watch Nong Yue and prevent her from committing suicide. Follow Master Bai Li''s instructions."


    Outside, the servants awaited orders. Hearing about Nong Yue''s suicide attempt, they trembled. Chi Ying instructed the maidservants, "Prepare the carriage. Take care of Miss Xiaonian. If anything goes wrong, you''ll be held accountable."


    Everything was loaded, and Cao Qian waited outside. Seeing their weary faces, he was puzzled but dared not ask. He opened the carriage door for them.


    Two carriages, a thousand soldiers, and they set off. Soon, Cui Yi ordered, "Stop!"


    The carriage halted. Cao Qian rode up, "Your Highness, what''s your command?"


    Cui Yi gestured to Chi Ying, "Get out."


    Chi Ying and Cao Qian were confused.


    "Get out, go back," Cui Yi''s tone was calm. "Knowing it''s a trap, we shouldn''t both jump into it. Return and protect Xiaonian. If I don''t make it back, govern Yan Prefecture. Seek revenge for me if you can."


    Cao Qian turned pale. "Why say such things?"


    Cui Yi shook his head, "Return. Either I stay here or ride ahead. You go back."


    Chi Ying grabbed his wrist, tears welling up. "My lord, we must go together."


    Cui Yi sighed, "Alright, let''s proceed."


    Go alone to a perilous place like that? What a joke! If anyone should return, it should be General Cao; I must follow the Prince."


    Cao Qian immediately said, "Wherever Her Highness goes, I will go. Be it a dragon''s den or tiger''s lair, even hell itself, I wouldn''t blink an eye!"


    Ji Cui was half-risen but was pulled back, struggling internally. Chi Ying firmly pressed him down: "Your Highness, both Zhonghang and I understand your intentions. This journey is fraught with danger, and it��s not worth everyone risking their lives. But what good would it do if we stayed behind? Without Your Highness, Yan Prefecture would fall apart. No matter who takes over, without Your Highness�� fortune, neither Yan Prefecture nor its ten thousand soldiers and civilians can survive!"


    "Think of Xian''er, she is still so young. Could Your Highness bear to let her lose her loving father?" Ji Cui struggled, but Chi Ying firmly held him down, "We cannot face this mission with a death wish; instead, we must strive to come back alive at all costs!"


    Cao Qian nodded vigorously: "Madam is right! Your Highness, you must not be in danger!"


    Ji Cui closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally gave up: "Let''s go."


    The procession resumed its journey. Ji Cui leaned against the carriage wall, letting out a long sigh. Chi Ying, equally heavy-hearted, lifted the curtain to look outside.


    Snowflakes danced wildly, turning the world into a sculpted wonderland of white, silent as if the universe had just begun, with everything in quiet repose.


    No footprints marred the snow-covered road ahead, symbolizing the uncertain future they faced.

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    In the second year of the Qisheng era, on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, in the capital city. At the Drunken Butterfly Mountain Palace, lived the late emperor''s widows. Apart from Empress Rong, mother of Ji Jie, all the consorts who had borne children for Emperor Jianyuan moved here after the new emperor ascended the throne. They spent their days eating vegetarian meals and praying to Buddha for peace.


    "Cough, cough, cough..." The intermittent coughing came from inside the room. The maids and eunuchs who followed from the palace either clasped their hands together in prayer or knelt before the Buddha statues, silently sobbing, afraid to disturb the person inside who was barely sleeping.


    Since last spring, Consort Heqing Tai had fallen ill several times, none as severe as this one. Unlike the imperial palace, the mountain palace was home to a group of widows with no ties to Emperor Qisheng. The monthly charcoal supply was mediocre, causing discomfort and insufficient warmth. This winter was particularly cold. On the night of the Lantern Festival, Lady Ye felt well enough to watch fireworks in the courtyard, but by midnight, she fell gravely ill, nearly crossing into the realm of the dead. Fortunately, the attending imperial doctor arrived promptly, lowering her fever and saving her life.


    Prince Jing, Ji Xiang, rode through the night to reach her side. Upon hearing from the maids that his mother was safe, he fainted and had to be carried inside to rest.


    Though under the care of the imperial doctors, Lady Ye could no longer get out of bed since that day. She felt weak during the day and had low fevers at night, often delirious but miraculously pulling through each time.


    Starting from the second day of the Lantern Festival, Ji Xiang stayed by her bedside, devoting himself to filial piety. With his presence, Lady Ye''s spirits improved, though she ate little and grew weaker by the day.


    On the third day of Lady Ye''s illness, Ji Xiang served her breakfast. As the maids prepared to bathe her, he retreated to the antechamber. Just as he sat down to eat some pastries, a maid reported that someone from the palace wanted to see him.


    As the seventh prince, Ji Xiang had three older brothers��Ji Jie, Ji Yi, and Ji Huan��who were all formidable in their own ways. Knowing he had no chance of becoming emperor, he had always been gentle and obedient. After his coming-of-age ceremony two years ago, Emperor Jianyuan passed away before arranging a marriage for him. Ji Xiang didn��t mind, living alone in his palace, occasionally visiting his mother and other consorts, never causing trouble.


    But being compliant doesn��t mean trouble won��t find you. After Emperor Jianyuan��s death, Ji Jie caused him numerous troubles. Following his mother''s guidance, Ji Xiang complied with everything his elder brother demanded. When ordered to marry the niece of Empress Rong, he did so, treating his wife with utmost care, fearing retaliation from her aunt.


    When Ji Jie abolished the feudal system, the fourth prince, Ji Jing, committed suicide in protest, while the fifth and sixth princes also showed resistance. Only Ji Xiang handed over his royal seal without question, allowing him to remain in the capital with a nominal title and a stipend of a thousand households. He no longer needed to report daily to the Ministry of Personnel, effectively becoming a real parasite.


    It had been months since Ji Jie last troubled him. As Ji Xiang pondered what this visit might entail, he wiped his hands with a hot towel and went out to meet the visitor.


    Standing in the courtyard was a middle-aged man with a prosperous appearance, small eyes permanently curved in a smile. Despite his seemingly friendly demeanor, Ji Xiang couldn''t help but feel uneasy about him.


    "Greetings, Prince Jing, are you well?" The man bowed perfunctorily.


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    Ji Xiang��s lips tightened as he stepped down the steps, asking with annoyance, "What does His Majesty want?"


    The man placed one hand on his large belly and gestured for them to move indoors: "It''s cold outside, shall we discuss inside?"


    Ji Xiang frowned: "Mother is unwell, I don��t want her to hear anything distressing. Let��s talk here."


    The man smiled with squinted eyes: "Your filial piety will surely move heaven, and Consort Heqing��s illness will improve. Very well, let''s talk here."


    Ji Xiang had mentally prepared for various possibilities, whether it was leaving the capital or losing his status, as long as his and his mother��s lives were spared, he could endure it.


    "Yes, patience leads to great achievements. Whatever he demands, I will agree."


    "Consort Heqing and the late Empress Xiaoling were cousins. After Empress Xiaoling��s death, you raised Prince Wu personally, forming a deep bond," the man spoke slowly. Ji Xiang��s heart sank, sensing impending doom.


    Indeed, the man continued: "Now, Prince Wu is far away in Yan Prefecture, and Consort Heqing has been ill for a long time. Does he know?"


    Ji Xiang mentally steeled himself, answering humbly: "Mother told me not to inform Second Brother, so he likely doesn��t know."


    The man clicked his tongue: "Old age brings illness swiftly. One careless moment, and it could be too late."


    Ji Xiang flared up instantly: "What do you mean?"


    The man waved his hands, laughing: "Your Highness needn��t be angry. I��m merely relaying His Majesty��s words. Reflecting on Emperor Jianyuan��s passing, he expressed concern that Consort Heqing might never see Prince Wu again. He intends to issue an edict summoning Prince Wu back to the capital."


    Recalling Ji Yi? Ji Xiang was genuinely shocked. Why bring him back? To eliminate him and possibly themselves? Thinking this, sweat broke out on his palms.


    "Your Highness?"


    "Ah!" Ji Xiang snapped back to reality, "What is it?"


    The man smiled accommodatingly: "Although His Majesty and Prince Wu are blood brothers, their relationship isn��t as close as yours. The emperor fears Prince Wu might refuse the summons, and issuing an edict could harm their brotherly bond. He wants you to write a letter inviting Prince Wu to visit due to Consort Heqing��s illness."


    Ji Xiang hadn��t expected them to use his family ties to lure Ji Yi back. Stunned, he stood there, unsure how to respond. Had Ji Jie discovered something? His mother urged him to endure, waiting for Ji Yi to gather strength and return to reclaim the capital. Now, Ji Jie intended to exploit their familial bond to trap Ji Yi!


    The man added with a smile: "It��s been over a year since Emperor Jianyuan��s death, and Prince Wu hasn��t returned to pay respects. That��s quite unusual, wouldn��t you say?"


    Ji Xiang��s back broke out in cold sweat. Finally, he managed to say, "What... what should I write?"


    Seeing his acquiescence, the man relaxed: "I��ve drafted the content. Shall I dictate, and you write?"


    "...Very well, I��ll write as you say."


    The man��s smile was warm: "Please proceed!"


    Reluctantly, Ji Xiang entered the antechamber with him, calling for a maid to bring writing materials.


    Without any regard for propriety, the man stood beside the desk, watching every word Ji Xiang wrote. Though repulsed, Ji Xiang remained silent, writing as dictated.


    "...Last year, when our father passed away, Mother cried day and night, missing you. She couldn��t eat or sleep, growing weaker. Repeated illnesses left her bedridden for months, unable to eat properly."


    Ji Xiang wrote mechanically, feeling numb.


    The man scrutinized each word: "After the Lantern Festival, she developed a high fever, unable to rise during the day or sleep at night, repeatedly calling your name in delirium..."


    Ji Xiang��s hand trembled, unable to continue.


    "What��s wrong, Your Highness?" The man removed the ink-stained paper and replaced it with a fresh sheet. "Please hurry, lest Mother sends for you."


    Ji Xiang stared blankly at the blank paper. The man placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering: "While you were away, your wife visited the empress dowager frequently. Yesterday, she suddenly felt unwell. The imperial doctors confirmed she��s pregnant."


    This revelation sent another wave of cold sweat down Ji Xiang��s spine. Since their wedding night, he hadn��t touched his wife, yet now she was pregnant? "That��s wonderful news," he forced a smile.


    The man smiled: "Soon, Mother will have a grandchild. This good news should cheer her up, along with the excellent medicine His Majesty sent."


    The implied threat was clear��if he didn��t comply, his mother would lose her medicine.


    With no way out, Ji Xiang steadied himself and began copying the draft. The man nodded approvingly.


    After sealing the letter, the man inspected it carefully before placing it in an envelope and sealing it with wax. Then, he left.


    Exhausted, Ji Xiang felt drenched in sweat. After the man left, he sat motionless until summoned by Lady Ye for lunch.


    Lady Ye, still too weak to sit up, leaned against pillows. Ji Xiang fed her carefully, while the maids served simple dishes, a far cry from her former lavish treatment.


    "Xiang''er," she called after a few bites.


    Ji Xiang responded quickly: "Is the food unsatisfactory?"


    Lady Ye��s gaze, though weak, was sharp: "Do you think I��m deaf? What did the visitor want?"


    Ji Xiang froze, trying to change the subject: "Just an old friend, bringing some medicine upon hearing I was visiting you."


    Lady Ye scoffed: "Don��t lie to me. I know they��re coming after you next. Tell me, what did the emperor demand this time?"


    Realizing he couldn��t hide it, Ji Xiang stuttered: "He asked me to write... a letter to Second Brother."


    Lady Ye gripped the blanket tightly: "What did you write?"


    "Mother is very ill, missing him, urging him to return to the capital��"


    Before he finished, Lady Ye slapped him hard, surprising him with her strength. Ji Xiang stood stunned, his cheek swelling instantly.

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    Lady Ye��s slap landed with full force, leaving Ji Xiang dumbfounded.


    "Fool!" Lady Ye trembled with rage, scolding loudly, "Did you obey him? Did you write that letter to deceive your brother?"


    Ji Xiang covered his face, head lowered, not daring to defend himself. Lady Ye lamented bitterly: "Heaven is blind to give birth to such a coward! Can��t you see they intend to kill your brother? Couldn��t you have told them you wrote but he refused? Do you think they��ll spare us if you comply? Without Prince Wu, we��re doomed. Don��t you understand!"


    Already frail, Lady Ye��s outburst triggered a fainting spell. Panicked, Ji Xiang and the maids rushed to revive her, eventually succeeding.


    Drenched in sweat, Ji Xiang knelt before her bed: "Forgive your unworthy son for failing to cure your illness and making you angry. I am truly unfilial!"


    Lady Ye, tearful, leaned against the pillows: "I��d rather die than witness your downfall!"


    Ji Xiang and the maids wept, envisioning their impending doom.


    Knowing further complaints were futile, Lady Ye feared Ji Yi, impulsive as he was, might rush back upon receiving the letter. However, years of tempering by Chi Ying had made him more composed, able to discern the plot behind the letter. If Lady Ye knew this, her anxiety might lessen.


    From Yan Prefecture to the capital, even riding fast, it would take a month. With Chi Ying unable to ride and carrying luggage, it would take forty days. Ji Yi remained anxious, fearing bad news before reaching the capital.


    On the third day entering Gan Prefecture, a messenger caught up with a letter from Bai Lianzan. Chi Ying read it aloud, detailing arrangements in Yan Prefecture post-departure. Regarding N�� Yue, Bai Lianzan suggested spreading rumors of her suicide, keeping her imprisoned temporarily, deciding later whether to execute or exile her.


    "Mr. Bai instructed the servants to spread the rumor of N�� Yue��s mysterious death, but we should pretend ignorance. This way, the emperor��s spies will confirm her success without harming her family."


    Chi Ying explained, then looked at Ji Yi, who seemed lost in thought: "Your Highness, what are you thinking?"


    Ji Yi rubbed his temples: "Nothing, just eager to reach the capital and settle things once and for all."


    Understanding his lingering doubts about Duan Fei��s possible involvement, Chi Ying reassured him: "Whether true or false, worrying won��t change facts. Prepare for the worst. Remember, our enemy is the emperor, not your mother."


    Ji Yi appeared unconvinced but nodded: "Let��s rest, we need to travel tomorrow."


    On March 7th, the carriage finally reached the outskirts of the capital. Ji Yi suggested paying respects to the emperor first, but Chi Ying insisted on going directly to Drunken Butterfly Mountain, arguing that since the letter mentioned only Lady Ye��s illness, they should maintain secrecy. Visiting the palace prematurely could be seen as having ulterior motives, complicating matters.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    After a brief argument, Ji Yi agreed to follow Chi Ying��s advice. Afraid of potential ambushes, he dismounted and walked cautiously, despite the tranquil March scenery.


    Assassins weren��t expected; killing Ji Yi here would provoke public outrage. Thus, Chi Ying wasn��t worried.


    The palace guards were lax, easily bribed. Claiming to be Lady Ye��s nephew, Cao Qian bribed them with silver ingots, gaining entry. Sending someone with Ji Yi��s letter to the palace, they waited nervously.


    Lady Ye was napping, Ji Xiang dozing off, when a eunuch burst in excitedly: "Your Highness, Prince Wu and Princess have arrived!" Both woke up, Lady Ye rising shakily: "Truly?"


    Footsteps approached, Ji Xiang stood up, overwhelmed. Lady Ye commanded: "Help me up!"


    Ji Yi hurried inside: "Hua Yu, how is Mother?"


    Before Ji Xiang could answer, Lady Ye called out tearfully: "Yi-er!" Ji Yi rushed inside, ignoring Ji Xiang.


    Chi Ying greeted Ji Xiang politely, then joined him inside. Ji Yi knelt beside the bed, holding Lady Ye��s hand, comforting her gently.


    "Chi Ying greets Your Highness," Chi Ying bowed, "Given your condition, please avoid excessive sorrow. You must recover for the sake of the future."


    Lady Ye looked at her with guilt: "Chi Ying..."


    Chi Ying smiled: "We brought medicinal herbs from Yan Prefecture. We intended to buy more but had to leave hastily. Your health is paramount."


    Lady Ye, tears streaming, squeezed her hand: "Thank you, Chi Ying."


    The Empress Dowager urged them to hurry up and leave, taking only what was stored in the mansion. If it wasn''t enough, she would write a letter back home to have more sent over. Ye Shi nodded gratefully, "I treated you so badly before, yet you are so thoughtful. I truly... Your father would be very relieved to see such a good girl as you married to Ji."


    After the emotional reunion, Ye Shi remembered the severity of the situation and immediately pushed Cui Yi, "You must go now! Don��t let the Emperor know you were here, hurry!"


    "Mother, calm down!" Cui Yi held her shoulders firmly, "I��ve already sent someone to inform my brother about my return. Don��t worry; he won��t dare to harm me easily with tens of thousands of citizens and officials watching in the capital. He won��t act rashly. You need to rest and try not to get too excited."


    Ye Shi was filled with regret, "How can he not dare? What is there that he wouldn��t do? Shuyao is the best example, and Qingyu was forced to commit suicide by poisoning. He��s the Emperor now, not the Crown Prince anymore. There��s nothing he wouldn��t dare to do. You shouldn��t have come back at all! It''s all my fault for not stopping Xiang''er, making you take such a huge risk coming back."


    Cui Xiang, who was eighteen years old this year, had already undergone his coronation ceremony as a royal son. However, he was still just a half-grown boy. Seeing his mother crying so heartbrokenly, his guilt and remorse deepened, and he started wiping away tears beside her. Chi Ying saw this and quickly handed him a handkerchief, "Seventh Brother, don''t cry. Your crying will make Mother even sadder. You have your reasons, don��t blame yourself. No one blames you."


    Cui Yi turned and said, "Huaiyou, go outside. Don��t cry in front of Mother. Chi Ying, take him out and get him cleaned up." Though Chi Ying was only a few months older than Cui Xiang, having lived over twenty years and being a mother herself, she looked like an elder at this moment. She agreed while leading Cui Xiang to the outer room, calling a maid to bring water to wash his face, leaving Cui Yi alone with Ye Shi inside.


    Cui Xiang washed his face with a hot towel and asked in a muffled voice, "Second Sister-in-law, are we doomed this time?"


    "No, don��t exaggerate," Chi Ying smiled and sat beside him, "Don��t think too seriously about this. Whether or not you wrote that letter, the Prince would have returned anyway."


    Cui Xiang asked doubtfully, "Why return?"


    Chi Ying replied with a smile, "To pay respects to your late grandfather��the former Emperor. When he passed away, he was in Gan Prefecture and couldn��t come back to mourn. He has always wanted to return and often mentioned it to me. So, don��t take all the blame on yourself, okay?"


    Her words made Cui Xiang feel better. His eyes were red, and his nose twitched. Chi Ying thought of shifting his attention and gathering more information about recent events in the capital, so she asked, "We can only proceed step by step and be cautious. Can you tell me what happened in the capital and the palace during the past year or so?"


    Cui Xiang appeared somewhat wooden, likely from crying, and asked blankly, "What happened? There were many things, should I mention everything? I��m not sure about some things."


    "No, just pick what you think is important. For example, anything related to your brothers or if any princesses got married, whom they married, or if the Emperor took any minister��s daughter as a concubine."


    Cui Xiang showed a thoughtful expression, seemingly unsure where to start. Chi Ying didn��t rush him, allowing him time to organize his thoughts.


    After a while, Cui Xiang took a breath and began speaking. Chi Ying listened intently.


    However, she was completely stunned by the first thing he mentioned.


    Cui Xiang said, "Last November, Empress Zhangsun gave birth to a little prince for Brother."

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    Cui Xiang said, "Last November, Empress Zhangsun gave birth to a little prince for Brother."


    Chi Ying was momentarily stunned as if struck from behind.


    Seeing her expression, Cui Xiang was alarmed, "Second Sister-in-law! What''s wrong?" Cui Yi also called out loudly from inside, "Chi Ying?"


    "No, no problem! Nothing��s wrong!" Chi Ying quickly forced a smile, trying to appear indifferent despite the storm raging within her, "I��m just surprised. Please continue, Empress gave birth to a prince, then what?"


    Cui Yi��s puzzled voice came from inside, "Empress gave birth to a prince?"


    Chi Ying told the inner room, "Don��t worry, I��ll tell you later." Cui Yi fell silent.


    Cui Xiang didn��t know the secret in Chi Ying��s heart and thought she was happy for her sister, so he continued, "It was supposed to be a great joy for Brother, who was very happy and decided to grant amnesty throughout the land. But unexpectedly, the little prince died just three days after birth."


    Chi Ying, who had just recovered, was shocked again, feeling as if she had plummeted from a hundred-foot cliff and then been lifted into the sky. She stammered, "Dead? How... what happened, how did he die?"


    Cui Xiang lowered his voice, "They say he died of illness, but I don��t think Brother was particularly sad. Most likely..."


    Chi Ying��s heart sank, understanding what he didn��t say.


    Cui Xiang meant that Cui Jie probably ordered the child��s death. It wasn��t hard to understand. Although Zhangsun Tai married his youngest daughter to the Crown Prince, who later became the Empress, everyone knew the importance of a male heir. The eldest daughter��s child was already walking, while the youngest daughter hadn��t given birth yet. It was inevitable that the Zhangsun family might consider other plans.


    So giving Empress Zhangsun a child was necessary, but if the child survived, it would pose a significant threat to Cui Jie. The best solution was to let the child be born first and then fabricate a story of illness to kill him.


    Chi Ying didn��t doubt that Cui Jie could do such a thing��after all, her own child from her previous life was lost in a similar manner. However, Ye Shi seemed unconvinced and weakly said from inside, "Xiang��er, don��t listen to rumors. As parents, who wouldn��t grieve for their child? That was the Emperor��s eldest legitimate son, how could he..."


    Cui Yi calmly stated, "Nothing is absolute."


    Chi Ying nodded, "Nothing is absolute. Before coming here, I wondered why the Emperor suddenly wanted to summon the Prince back so urgently. Now it seems the prince��s death must have been the trigger. We suspect something fishy about the prince��s death, and Lord Zhangsun must also have suspicions. If he discovers anything, knowing the Emperor is wary of them, it might turn out worse."


    Cui Xiang lowered his head, ashamed, "It��s all my fault... I shouldn��t have written that letter."


    Chi Ying comforted him with a smile, patting his shoulder, "No, even if you hadn��t written it, they would have found another way to force you or even forge one. There are many methods."


    "Now what?" Cui Yi asked, "Should we take Mother and Huaiyou and escape?"


    Chi Ying pondered and answered, "Not sure yet. Huaiyou, please tell me if there are other important events. I feel that this alone isn��t enough to make the Emperor panic and decide to kill us."


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    Cui Xiang then mentioned his marriage to the Empress Dowager��s niece and Cheng Hu��s affairs. Ye Shi sighed, "Lady Cheng is a woman with a tragic fate. I wonder how she is now."


    Chi Ying��s eyes darkened, thinking of Cheng Fei whose fate was unknown, and Yang Qiong who sacrificed herself. She sighed deeply, "Anything else?"


    Cui Xiang couldn��t think of anything else and shook his head. Chi Ying felt unsatisfied with the amount of information, feeling as if a piece of the puzzle was missing. But since Cui Xiang said there was nothing significant, it must be true. Perhaps she was overthinking.


    "Oh, there��s one more thing, I don��t know if it matters," Ye Shi suddenly recalled, "Zhangsun��s son married a Miss Tang."


    Miss Tang? Chi Ying was confused. In her previous life, her younger brother married... Ah! Her younger brother married... Now Rongshi was married to Jing Wang, and somehow a Tangshi appeared. Was she another relative from Cui Jie��s maternal uncle��s family?


    Cui Yi, sitting beside the bed, frowned for a moment and then relaxed, "Miss Tang, could it be the niece of Minister Yan Feng��s wife?"


    Ye Shi smiled bitterly, "Yes, that Tang family."


    Chi Ying was still confused until Cui Yi reminded her, "Remember when I told you about General Xu Lao in Yanzhou, mentioning Former Minister of Personnel Yan Feng? After Yan Feng was exiled to Cangzhou, his wife��s family remained in the capital doing business."


    A flash of insight hit Chi Ying, piecing together the complete picture. The relationships were too intricate to explain briefly, so she muttered, "So that��s it..."


    Cui Jie needed to stabilize the imperial relatives by giving the Zhangsun family a child. But in the past, the Zhangsun family, despite supporting him wholeheartedly, was almost eradicated. Now, with two daughters marrying the Crown Prince and the Prince respectively, suspicion naturally arose. Repeated failed plots against Cui Yi led to doubts about the Zhangsun family��s loyalty. Thus, killing the prince became inevitable.


    Moreover, if past suspicions about the Zhangsun family were unfounded, the marriage between Zhangsun Pei and Tangshi was a direct slap in Cui Jie��s face!


    With the Zhangsun family already suspected of treason and now connected to Tangshi, who was related to Yan Feng, who supported Cui Yi and was later punished, this connection made it hard not to think��was Zhangsun Tai planning to switch allegiance to support his eldest son-in-law?


    Additionally, with the failure of the Xie family��s plot due to the deaths of Xie Yuchan and Xie Yong, Xie Xiao either continued to curry favor with Cui Jie or accepted the loss and secretly worked for Cui Yi. From a normal person��s perspective, the latter seemed more plausible. Cui Yi maintained Xie Yuchan��s status as Princess Consort, ensuring Xie Xiao would be the emperor��s father-in-law if successful. On the other hand, under Cui Jie, the Xie family would merely be credited as loyalists.


    With signs of both the Zhangsun and Xie families leaning towards Cui Yi, how could Cui Jie sit idly by? To nip this potential threat in the bud, he had to lure Cui Yi back and eliminate him, or the consequences would be unimaginable.


    "It seems the situation is dire. If the Emperor fears the Zhangsun family might rebel, he will stop at nothing to kill the Prince," Chi Ying said gravely.


    The four people in the room felt a chill. Ye Shi anxiously urged, "You must leave quickly!"


    Cui Yi pretended to carry her off the bed, but Ye Shi shook her head and blocked his hands, "Don��t mind me. In my current state, I��d only be a burden. If you have the strength, take Huaiyou and go."


    Cui Xiang threw himself beside the bed, "If Mother doesn��t leave, I won��t either!" Ye Shi��s tears fell again, "Foolish child, go quickly, or it will be too late!"


    Chi Ying entered, looking hesitant. Cui Yi asked, "What is it?"


    Chi Ying explained hesitantly, "We only have a thousand men. If the Emperor decides to label us as rebels or bandits, it would be easy to wipe us out. Not just bringing Mother and Huaiyou, even if it��s just the Prince and me, escaping would be nearly impossible."


    Silence fell among the four. Chi Ying spoke the truth. Even with a thousand troops, Cui Yi couldn��t stand against the forty thousand imperial guards in the city. Once engaged, they would be wiped out in less than fifteen minutes.


    "How about..." Ye Shi had an idea, "Let Yi take the men and leave first. Chi Ying can disguise herself as a palace maid and hide in the palace. When the nanny goes out to buy supplies, she can be smuggled out?"


    Cui Yi firmly refused, "No, if the Emperor comes and doesn��t find me, he��ll tear the palace apart. Even if he doesn��t remember Chi Ying��s appearance, the Empress and Zhangsun Tai would recognize her. We can��t risk Chi Ying��s life."


    Ye Shi realized it was true and stopped insisting. But Chi Ying was inspired, "How about this?" They huddled together to discuss. Ye Shi��s eyes sparkled with hope, nodding continuously, "This plan is good!" Cui Xiang worried, "What if we��re recognized?"


    "Don��t worry. The guards at the palace gate won��t pay much attention to who enters, only remembering the clothes. They won��t recognize us," Chi Ying reassured, "When the Emperor arrives and finds nothing, he��ll think we��ve escaped and send people north to chase us. We just need to head south to Jiangzhou. Once we enter Jiangzhou, it��s Zhong family territory, and everything will be easier."


    Seeing her confidence, Cui Xiang didn��t argue further.


    The plan set, Cui Yi changed into inconspicuous clothes and handed them to a soldier, while a maid helped Chi Ying change. When Cui Jie arrived, they would pretend to be Ye Shi��s distant relatives. Cui Jie wouldn��t dare kill Ye Shi��s relatives without evidence, so he would have to let them go.


    Apart from Ye Shi, the three had to temporarily leave the palace and hide in the maple forest until Cui Jie��s attention shifted northward, then return to fetch Ye Shi and head south to Jiangzhou.


    Ye Shi finally abandoned the idea of letting them escape alone and agreed after persuasion from Cui Yi and Cui Xiang. The three dressed in plain clothes, climbed over the palace wall, and went into the mountains to find a hiding place. Ye Shi and the two imposters waited calmly for Cui Jie��s arrival.


    Before sunset, Cui Jie indeed arrived with a large entourage. Hearing from the guards that a carriage claiming to belong to Ye Shi��s nephew had entered, he sneered, "This trick is too amateurish." Then, he marched toward Ye Shi��s residence.


    Ye Shi was having dinner when she heard the eunuch announce the Emperor��s arrival. She waved, and the two imposters hurried out to greet him.


    Cui Jie strode into the courtyard, expecting to see Cui Yi and Chi Ying, but when the couple knelt and greeted him, he frowned. "Your voices don��t sound right."


    "You two, lift your heads," Cui Jie commanded coldly.


    They raised their heads, looking terrified. Cui Jie gasped, angrily shouting, "You dare deceive me!" The soldiers and maids hastily kowtowed, begging for mercy, claiming ignorance of their mistake. Cui Jie was furious but couldn��t vent, nearly driven mad.

 waiting to escort

    Zhangsun Tai accompanied the imperial party and stepped forward, bowing, "Your Majesty, the King of Wu and his wife must have taken the King of Jing back to Yanzhou. Sending troops to pursue them now might still catch them!"


    Cui Jie��s face turned livid with anger. Turning around, he asked, "Ziyang, what do you think?"


    The portly middle-aged man stepped forward upon being addressed, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, both the King of Wu and Jing are filial sons. They wouldn��t abandon Lady Heqing and escape alone. Although we missed them, they will surely return. We just need to wait patiently."


    Zhangsun Tai argued sternly, "Minister Guo, your view is mistaken. The King of Wu traveled thousands of miles from Yanzhou with limited troops. Taking the King of Jing was already the limit. Adding the sick Lady Heqing makes escape impossible. They must believe Your Majesty��s benevolence prevents harming Lady Heqing, so they left her behind. I implore Your Majesty to send troops to pursue them immediately. Otherwise, once they escape, the consequences will be disastrous!"


    Guo Ziyang smiled dismissively, "That��s mere speculation. Lady Heqing is ill and cannot endure long journeys. If I were the King of Wu��s strategist, I��d head south to Jiangzhou for protection from the Zhong family. Blindly heading north would only exhaust them, leading to certain doom."


    Zhangsun Tai insisted, "But the Zhong family has always been loyal to the royal family..."


    "Minister Zhangsun, don��t forget one thing," Cui Jie interrupted coldly, "The King of Wu��s mother, Empress Xiaoling, was from the Zhong family."


    Zhangsun Tai shuddered and knelt, "Forgive me, Your Majesty!"


    Cui Jie stood tall, scanning the imposters repeatedly, then shouted toward the room, "Lady Heqing, is the Second Prince hidden somewhere?"


    Ye Shi��s indignant voice came from inside, "Your Majesty jests. How could I hide a living person? These are merely my nephews visiting. Who told you the Second Prince returned, prompting this grand entrance?"


    Cui Jie slowly entered the room, smiling mockingly through the pearl curtain, "Truly, the Second Prince hasn��t come? Then where is Seventh Prince? He��s been serving you since the Lantern Festival, and the guards haven��t seen him leave. A live person can��t simply vanish."


    Ye Shi replied coldly, "Your Majesty knows Xiang��er is alive. Do you expect me to chain him to my side?"


    Cui Jie laughed to himself, "I hear Lady Heqing has been bedridden and weak. Yet, you sound full of vigor. Are you not unwell?"


    "If one is happy, one feels energetic. Seeing my nephews lifts my spirits. Is that not allowed?" Ye Shi retorted.


    "Of course," Cui Jie said leisurely, "I received a letter from the Second Prince saying he returned to visit your illness. Since I haven��t visited the palace in a while, I wanted to see him. Since he hasn��t arrived, I��ll wait. Rest well, I��ll pay respects to the other ladies."


    Ye Shi, hearing he intended to stay, felt anxious but had no choice but to pretend indifference, "Please take your time, Your Majesty. I won��t see you off."


    After they left Ye Shi��s quarters, Cui Jie quietly ordered, "Surround Mount Zhu Die entirely. Search every inch until you find them!" The commander of the imperial guards immediately carried out the order.


    Guo Ziyang smiled, whether habitually or out of satisfaction. Zhangsun Tai, walking beside him, felt dissatisfied and secretly sent people to pursue northward while Cui Jie paid respects to other ladies.


    After paying respects to several ladies, Cui Jie rested in the designated imperial residence. A guard reported finding numerous horse tracks halfway up the mountain, currently tracking them. Cui Jie seemed satisfied, relaxing slightly.


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    Meanwhile, on the road to Jiangzhou, Cao Qian drove a carriage at full speed.


    Inside the carriage, two sat and one lay bound and gagged.


    Mouth, despite this, still struggled incessantly, making a series of "uh-uh-uh" sounds from his throat��it was Cui Xiang.


    Holding Ying advised, "Huai You, calm down. If you keep causing trouble and someone finds out, what will we do?"


    But Cui Yi had no such patience and cursed, "I said we should have used knockout drops."


    "If we used those, he wouldn''t have any appetite for the next few days. You don��t understand; I��ve experienced it," Holding Ying rolled her eyes at him. "Huai You, listen to us. Your second brother would never harm you. We have no choice. If you cooperate, we wouldn��t need to tie you up."


    Tears seeped from the corners of Cui Xiang''s eyes, his expression one of despair. He began banging his head against the carriage wall. Holding Ying hurriedly held him back, but Cui Xiang was stronger than her. His head repeatedly hit the bumpy carriage wall until it broke skin and started bleeding.


    Finally, Cui Yi couldn''t take it anymore and kicked him in the buttocks, sending Cui Xiang rolling inside the carriage. Holding Ying exclaimed, "What are you doing!" "He won��t learn unless he suffers," Cui Yi stomped on his younger brother��s abdomen. Cui Xiang almost vomited, but with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, he could only make choking sounds.


    The carriage sped along and finally arrived at a remote village after dark. The four dared not seek lodging at a farmhouse and instead had Holding Ying go to beg for some hot water to eat with their dry rations.


    Cui Xiang had been rolling around in the carriage all day and was now too exhausted to struggle. He lay on his back like a dehydrated frog, weak and gasping for breath. Cui Yi reached over to pull out the cloth blocking his mouth and said, "Brother is doing this for your own good, understand?"


    Cui Xiang immediately started crying again. "You say it''s for my good, but what about Mother? Are you just going to leave her alone in the capital? Our eldest brother is ruthless. He killed Third Brother without batting an eye. Now that we��re gone, Mother will be at his mercy��she��ll surely die! She��s your mother too!"


    Cui Yi impatiently shouted, "I know! No one wants to abandon her. But if we don��t get you to safety first, how can she come with us? Don��t you understand?"


    Cui Xiang sobbed, "I don��t believe it... You said we��d hide in the mountains for a while and return when the Emperor left. You lied to me��I won��t trust you anymore!"


    Cui Yi, annoyed, kicked him again to shut him up.


    Shortly after, Holding Ying returned with a basin of hot soup. The four hastily ate their dinner in the carriage. Cui Xiang, tired from rolling around all day, was too weak to struggle anymore. Seeing him finally calm down, Holding Ying untied his bindings and said, "Sleep well tonight. Tomorrow, we��ll reach Song County where Zhong family members will be waiting to escort you. Once you��re safe, your brother and I will return to fetch Her Majesty, okay?"


    Cui Yi was still uneasy about his younger brother and suggested tying his hands. "If we untie him, he might run away at night and cause more trouble."


    Upon hearing this, Cui Xiang secretly plotted, feigning obedience. "Don��t tie me. I won��t run. I��ll listen to you and wait in Jiangzhou for Mother."


    Seeing him finally settled, they all breathed a sigh of relief and didn��t think much of it as they tried to sleep in the carriage.


    However, the next morning, Cui Yi woke up to find Cui Xiang missing. He rushed to open the carriage door and saw that even the horse pulling the carriage was gone. Enraged, he couldn��t help but curse loudly.


    Cao Qian and Holding Ying woke up soon after and learned of Cui Xiang��s escape. Their faces turned grim, realizing how immature he was. Stealing the horse, he must have returned to Drunken Butterfly Mountain alone.


    "I told you we should have tied him up!" Cui Yi angrily kicked the wheel several times.


    Holding Ying felt somewhat guilty. Cui Yi��s instincts were often accurate, especially regarding Cui Xiang. She regretted not listening to him yesterday.


    Cao Qian scratched his head anxiously, "Your Highness, what should we do now?"


    Cui Yi was furious, "How should I know!"


    Holding Ying tried to mediate, "Now isn��t the time to lose our temper. Without a horse, we can��t catch up with him on foot. Cao General, quickly ask the villagers if there are any animals available to pull the carriage. A horse would be best, but a mule or donkey will do. We need to intercept him before he reaches the capital, or if Huai You falls into the Emperor��s hands, our mission will be in vain."


    "What about the Zhong family?" Cao Qian asked.


    Holding Ying pondered for a moment, "I��ll go after Huai You. You, Your Highness, should go to Song County to meet the Zhong family."


    Cui Yi and Cao Qian both exclaimed, "No way!"


    "You don��t even know how to ride a horse. How can you chase him?" Cui Yi firmly disagreed. "Zhong Xing, escort Lady to Song County. I��ll go after Huai You."


    But Cao Qian insisted, "Let me go after Prince Jing. Your Highness and Lady must go to Song County to meet the Zhong family. If I catch up with Prince Jing, I��ll bring him back. If I encounter the imperial army, my life isn��t worth much, but it��s better than letting Your Highness and Lady fall into their hands."


    Holding Ying laughed and cried at the same time, "What are you saying? Life isn��t cheap. Listen to me, Your Highness must go to Song County as soon as possible. Once you persuade the Zhong family to send troops to attack Xuancheng, everything else will fall into place. We need a stable food supply to achieve our goals, so there��s no room for error."


    Cui Yi frowned, still reluctant, "I��ll go after Huai You. You��re better at persuasion; you should talk to the Zhong family."


    Holding Ying pleaded, "Please listen to me this once. What convinces the Zhong family to rebel isn��t eloquence but Your Highness himself. As a concubine without a son, I��m useless. This task must be done by you personally. Cao General, hurry and borrow a horse; we can��t delay any longer."


    Cui Yi fell silent, clearly wavering. Seeing this, Cao Qian ran off to borrow a horse.


    "Your Highness, why are you still hesitating?" Holding Ying could see he was convinced but couldn��t make a decision.


    Cui Yi looked at her for a long moment, then spoke bitterly, "Maybe we shouldn��t chase Huai You. If you die, what��s the point of me living?"


    This heartfelt confession made Holding Ying��s heart race. She embraced him, "Don��t talk nonsense. I won��t die. I won��t die until I see you on the throne."


    She looked up earnestly, "What benefit does killing me bring to the Emperor? My sister Lingfang won��t let me die. It��s best for me to go after Huai You. You and Cao General go to Song County. Once you convince the Zhong family, everyone will be safe."


    At that moment, Cao Qian returned, "Your Highness! There��s a villager with a mule!"


    There was no other choice now. If Cao Qian went after Cui Xiang and was captured, Cui Jie would surely execute him to weaken Cui Yi. The only person who might survive was Holding Ying, being the Empress��s elder sister.


    Cui Yi took a deep breath and made his painful decision, "Alright, follow your plan. Be careful on the road. Once I persuade the Zhong family, I��ll come back to find you."


    A farmer brought the mule and hitched it to the carriage. Cui Yi helped Holding Ying onto the carriage and squeezed her hand tightly, "Take care!"


    "You too," she replied, squeezing his hand back.


    Cui Yi gave the farmer a silver ingot and instructed him to deliver Holding Ying to her destination and bring her back safely. The farmer, unaware of their identities, gladly accepted the money.

 seeking medical treatment

    As the mule-drawn carriage moved forward, Holding Ying sat restlessly inside, trying to calm herself. She wondered how she would escape if she encountered the imperial guards or if she caught up with Cui Xiang. The more she thought, the more confused she became, feeling overwhelmed.


    Cui Xiang, being the youngest surviving son of the late Emperor Jianyuan, had lost most of his younger brothers to infant mortality. Those who survived past six years old died in court intrigues. As the youngest, he only needed to be a good son and brother. His naivety and lack of judgment led him to foolishly return to the dragon��s den.


    Holding Ying wasn��t sure she could persuade this stubborn young uncle. After his escape, abandoning them would be the wisest choice, but she knew Cui Yi couldn��t bear to see his mother and brother die. Even if he became emperor, he wouldn��t be happy.


    No matter what, she had to save him��at least Cui Xiang.


    Meanwhile, Cui Xiang, comically enough, got lost. Having never traveled alone, the seventh prince found himself unable to find his way back to the capital. At a critical fork in the road, he chose the wrong path and rode further away from the city.


    Holding Ying anxiously scanned the area, asking everyone she met, but no one had seen him. Approaching Drunken Butterfly Mountain, she saw layers of imperial guards checking passersby. She dared not approach and peered through the window, seeing no sign of Cui Xiang among the crowd.


    Confused, she wondered if she had passed him on the road or if he had already been captured. Then she saw a group of monks led by a red-robed abbot heading up the mountain. Realizing someone had died, she remembered the customs: the first day involved monks performing rituals, followed by cleansing and burial preparations. Only someone of high rank would warrant such attention.


    An ominous thought struck her��could it be Ye Shi? But recalling her lively demeanor the previous day, it seemed unlikely. Perhaps Emperor Cui Jie, unable to find them, had taken out his anger on Ye Shi, using the monks�� presence to cover up her murder. Given Ye Shi��s year-long illness, it wouldn��t raise suspicions if she were declared dead from natural causes.


    The farmer asked, "Madam, shall we continue?"


    Holding Ying thought for a moment, "Let��s enter the city. If anyone asks, say I��m your daughter and we��re seeking medical treatment."


    The farmer agreed after receiving another payment and drove toward the checkpoint.


    When the carriage approached, the guards immediately questioned them. The farmer explained as instructed, and the officer opened the door to find a sickly-looking woman lying inside. Seeing her condition, they allowed the carriage to pass, unaware that Cui Yi��s younger brother was the target.


    Once in the city, Holding Ying instructed the farmer to wait at an inn and set off on foot.


    Longsun Tai, as the Emperor��s father-in-law, commanded respect in the capital, but Holding Ying, as a discarded daughter, felt isolated. She decided to visit Cheng Fu��s residence, hoping for help. Despite Cheng Fu��s enmity with Emperor Cui Jie, she hoped they wouldn��t betray her.


    Arriving at Cheng Fu��s house, the gatekeeper was shocked to see her and quickly ushered her inside. Cheng Hu, visibly aged and frail, greeted her with a bow.


    "Tang Fei, how are you?"


    Holding Ying, moved by his state, helped him sit. She explained her reason for returning, and Cheng Hu, sounding weary, replied, "I��ve heard about your brother marrying the Tang family, but I don��t know the details. Since resigning, I��ve distanced myself from former colleagues and can��t assist you much."


    Holding Ying thanked him and expressed concern for his health. Cheng Hu��s condition was dire, and his maid confirmed he had been ill for months without improvement. Holding Ying offered to examine him and prescribed medicine based on her limited knowledge.


    Cheng Hu��s son, Cheng Ziheng, soon arrived and listened to Holding Ying��s story. Shocked, he nodded and sighed, "The Emperor��s impatience has indeed caused grave consequences."


    "The Emperor realizes his mistake, but it��s too late for us," Holding Ying said grimly. "Prince Jing escaped and may have been recaptured. I saw monks heading up Drunken Butterfly Mountain; perhaps Consort Qing has also fallen victim."


    Cheng Ziheng was alarmed, "Consort Qing too?"


    Cheng Hu lamented, "I warned the late Emperor about the Crown Prince��s cunning and narrow-mindedness, but he ignored me. Now, three princes and four kings have perished, and even if the late Emperor returned, it would be too late."


    Cheng Ziheng offered to let Holding Ying stay temporarily and promised to investigate Cui Xiang��s whereabouts. Grateful, she thanked him profusely.


    That night, Holding Ying stayed at Cheng Fu��s residence. Little Shuping, now grown, recognized her and clung to her playfully until bedtime. Finally alone, Holding Ying visited Xiao Jingxuan, Cheng Fu��s former quarters.


    Under the moonlight, she recalled peaceful afternoons spent here with Cheng Fu, discussing books and life. Now, everything had changed. Feeling nostalgic, she wandered onto the pavilion, remembering Cheng Fu��s gentle smile.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Suddenly, Cheng Ziheng��s voice startled her. "Madam, why are you still awake?"


    Holding Ying acknowledged him, explaining she wanted to reminisce. Cheng Ziheng joined her, reflecting on happier times.


    "Why did you stop coming?" Holding Ying asked.


    Cheng Ziheng chuckled bitterly, "The more I miss the past, the harder it is to sleep. Every night, I regret not being able to protect her."


    Holding Ying sympathized, "You��ve done your best."


    Cheng Ziheng sighed, "I wish I had half the power of King Jing. Maybe then, I could have saved her."


    They shared a moment of silence, each lost in their thoughts.


    "You said that Cheng Sister was taken away as part of a conspiracy, that the royal guards weren��t defeated by him but intentionally pretended to be weaker. The Emperor and Huerhanan secretly have an agreement, and it��s certain that they will hand over Cheng Sister!" Zhai Rang was suddenly startled: "What did you say?" Chi Ying clenched her fists, speaking firmly: "When the Prince received your letter, he immediately set off south with his men, searching separately, and intercepted Huerhanan''s troops on the way. At that time, the Prince wasn''t there, but General Yang, even while injured, could fight evenly with Huerhanan. The royal guards are especially skilled in close combat, how could they not be a match for Huerhanan? If you were the Emperor, would you sacrifice a woman who has nothing to do with you to gain several years of peace within the pass? Such a cheap deal, would you let it go?" Zhai Rang stood with his back to the moonlight, but Chi Ying could still see his expression, which seemed like he had witnessed a landslide. His eyes bulged out, his face twitched uncontrollably, and he tried several times to speak but couldn''t make a sound. "Cheng Sister and I are friends, and Elder Cheng is the Minister of Personnel. The Emperor must be very wary," Chi Ying softened her tone and continued, "I think Elder Cheng probably knew this too, so after the late Emperor passed away, he resigned from his post to avoid this whirlpool. Unfortunately, in life, many things are often beyond one''s control. As long as Huerhanan asks for her, the Emperor has no reason to refuse." Zhai Rang didn''t know what expression to use to face this matter: "This..." Chi Ying looked sorrowful: "Do you really think the Emperor would send troops to attack Changyao for Cheng Sister? He wouldn''t. He doesn''t care about his own women, how could he care about Cheng Sister''s life or death?" Zhai Rang fell silent. Chi Ying also feared she might have gone too far and stopped, waiting quietly for his response. In fact, when Zhai Rang returned to the Cheng residence and came to Xiao Jingxuan himself instead of sending a maid to fetch her, it was already suspicious. If Zhai Rang sincerely wanted to help her, regardless of whether he found any news or not, he would want to tell her immediately rather than come to her just to vent. What scared Chi Ying even more was his hope for Cui Jie! Cui Jie said he would send troops to Changyao, so Zhai Rang endured the strange looks from others around him, staying in the capital waiting for that day. If he helped Chi Ying now, offending Cui Jie, not only would Cheng Fenyi not return, but he, Cheng Hu, and Xiaoshu Jin could lose their lives. Although the agreement between Cui Jie and Huerhanan was merely Shan Jian''s speculation, given the current situation, Chi Ying couldn''t afford to be kind-hearted. If Zhai Rang sided with Cui Jie, she would be like a lamb thrown into the tiger''s mouth, never to come out again. Forced by circumstances, she had to deceive. She apologized to Cheng Fenyi in her heart. After a while, Zhai Rang took a deep breath, looking up at the night sky, trembling: "I heard... about the great victory at Hubenguan... I thought you hadn��t saved her. My father-in-law told me not to write to you, but... I didn��t want to give up the last bit of hope... Watching her being taken away, although I knew that if the Prince left Yanzhou, the Northern Di people would definitely take advantage of the opportunity. Then everyone would die. But I still... still..." He painfully hit the wooden railing with his hand, sobbing, deeply bowing his head. Chi Ying felt bad too and comforted him: "I understand your feelings. When we received the letter, the Prince and I also hesitated, but in the end, the Prince went." Zhai Rang cried bitterly: "I''m sorry... I''m sorry..." His apology made Chi Ying feel ominous, stepping back two steps: "You..." At that moment, a large group of people rushed into Xiao Jingxuan, led by a man and a woman. The moonlight shone on their graying temples and deep nasolabial folds. It was a familiar face, but it only made Chi Ying feel cold. They were Zhangsun Tai and his wife, Fan Shi, her biological parents. They had been hiding outside the door for who knows how long. Fan Shi spoke anxiously: "Ying''er! Come here quickly!" But Chi Ying stepped back further, anger at betrayal clouding her judgment until she bumped into a pillar and stopped. Zhangsun Tai held his hand in front of him, his voice thin: "Ying''er, since you��ve returned to the capital, why haven��t you returned home?" "Home?" Chi Ying repeated blankly, "Which home? Wu Wangfu has been ransacked clean. You detained half of the carriages leaving the city. Where is my home in this capital?" Zhangsun Tai instantly became furious: "Nonsense! Listen to yourself! Isn''t the Zhangsun residence your home? Parents raise you, and once you''re married, you forget your parents and don''t recognize your home anymore?" Fan Shi chimed in: "Yes, Ying''er, home is always home. How could your parents harm you? We��re heartbroken seeing you suffer outside!" Chi Ying suddenly found it laughable��heartbroken? Did they ever truly care about her? Helping her brother-in-law plot against her husband, confiscating carriages after the raid, hoping she died on the road. Over a year apart, not a single word of concern or care. Now, hearing she��s back, they mobilized overnight to capture her. This is the so-called heartbreak? A quick glance revealed over ten servants rushing in, and who knows how many more were outside. Being a lady confined to the inner chambers, she couldn��t possibly escape. Given Zhai Rang��s betrayal, the Cheng residence must be surrounded, and she had no chance of escaping. "You..." Knowing she couldn��t escape, Chi Ying calmed down: "After capturing me, what do you plan to do? Hand me over to the Emperor to force the Prince to surrender? Or make me write a letter to lure the Prince into the city? Or kill me outright to show the Zhangsun family''s loyalty?" Zhangsun Tai remained silent, his stern face revealing nothing. Chi Ying sneered, realizing they had likely considered all these options. "Silly child, how can you think like that about your parents? Even though Lingfang is the Empress and you are the Princess Consort, our family cannot support both sides, but flesh and blood are inseparable! How could we bear to see you suffer?" Fan Shi pressed her hands to her chest, earnestly persuading her. Seeing she remained unmoved, Zhangsun Tai nodded, and the servants immediately swarmed the waterside pavilion, grabbing Chi Ying tightly. As she was escorted away, she glanced back at Zhai Rang, who had curled up on the ground, hugging his head, sobbing softly, utterly ashamed. So be it, she told herself, this is karma. For abandoning her sister to save Cheng Fenyi, sacrificing her for the sake of Cui Ye and Yanzhou, this is the retribution she deserved. Returning to the place where she grew up, Chi Ying felt like she was experiencing a different lifetime, as if her rebirth was just an illusion, and she was still the deceived, tragic Zhangsun Chi Ying who died in the fire. Passing through the courtyard, Zhangsun Tai ordered: "Take Miss to rest and serve her well." Chi Ying''s heart skipped a beat, sensing danger in her father''s words, but before she could think further, she was dragged back to her old room. The furnishings were the same as before, enough to evoke nostalgia for one night. The attendants were unfamiliar, serving her wash-up and bed without intending to leave. One sat beside her bed, two opposite, and two on the outer couches, treating her like a prisoner. Chi Ying found it absurd. If they had shown such caution when confining Xie Yuchan in Yanzhou, there wouldn��t have been so much trouble. To her parents, she was more dangerous and troublesome than Xie Yuchan ever was. Captured, thinking further was pointless. Her fate would be decided the next morning. Chi Ying shrugged, ignoring them, and turned over to sleep.

 lack fortune

    The next morning, Zhangsun Tai had Chi Ying woken early, washed, dressed, and escorted to the main hall. Indeed, escorted. On the way to the main hall, Chi Ying wanted to stop by the restroom, and her pace slowed slightly. The maidservant immediately reached out to grab her arm, clearly fearing she might escape. "How dare you!" Chi Ying shouted angrily, slapping the servant across the face. The servant, still unsatisfied, seemed ready to retort, but another slap silenced her. Chi Ying crossed her arms, glaring coldly at the surrounding four or five maidservants: "Who do you think I am? Don��t mistake a chicken feather for an arrow. Whoever dares touch me again won��t get off easy." These servants were new, employed after she left, loyal only to her parents and the Empress, showing no respect for her as the concubine of the enemy camp. Otherwise, the original servants wouldn��t dare touch her. Upon reaching the main hall, Zhangsun Tai sat in the right-hand chair, scowling as she entered: "Why are you so late? Useless slaves, unable to serve properly!" "Lord Zhangsun is quite impressive," Chi Ying remarked indifferently, entering, "Having become the Emperor��s father-in-law, you no longer respect the Princess Consort." Zhangsun Tai glared: "This is the Zhangsun residence. I only see my daughter Zhangsun Chi Ying, never the Princess Consort." Chi Ying chuckled, turning to the noblewoman seated on the left��Queen Mother��s hairpin adorned with kingfisher feathers, red brocade robe embroidered with flying phoenixes. It was none other than the current Empress, her younger sister Zhangsun Lingfang. After a year apart, Zhangsun Lingfang seemed more mature, her gaze no longer shy but composed and calm, reflecting the demeanor of a young Empress. Recalling her own reflection, Chi Ying felt a wave of emotion. "Sister," Zhangsun Lingfang greeted warmly. Chi Ying nodded, acknowledging her. The Empress��s attendant objected: "Zhangsun, you should kneel before Her Majesty!" Chi Ying replied calmly: "Here, I only see my sister Zhangsun Lingfang, never the Empress." The attendant protested, but Zhangsun Lingfang intervened: "Sister is right. Here, we are family. Leave court etiquette aside. Everyone, leave, including you, Yayi." The attendant obeyed, leading the servants out. Noticing her mother wasn��t present, Chi Ying guessed her father kept her away to prevent her from pleading for mercy. "Ying��er, you''ve been gone for over a year," Zhangsun Tai began. "A year and a half," Chi Ying corrected. Zhangsun Tai nodded, not minding her impertinence: "How did the Wu Wang treat you? Yanzhou is remote, desolate, with scarce food supplies. Must have been tough, right?" Chi Ying smiled: "Wang treats me extremely well, doting on me and lovingly caring for Xian��er. Though Yanzhou is barren, we have enough to eat and wear. Compared to living in the capital, it��s freer and more pleasant." Zhangsun Tai snorted, disbelieving, assuming she was putting on a brave face. "Since Yanzhou is so good, why did you return alone? Why isn��t Wu Wang with you? As the legitimate son, shouldn��t he return to mourn the late Emperor?" "Lord Zhangsun shouldn��t speak recklessly," Chi Ying interrupted smoothly, "There��s a difference between ��didn��t return�� and ��couldn��t return.�� While I wasn��t in Gan Prefecture, I knew the Emperor issued an edict the moment the late Emperor passed away, exiling Wang to Yanzhou immediately. Wasn��t it ��couldn��t return�� rather than ��didn��t return��?" Zhangsun Tai was flustered, his face flushed with embarrassment: "You sure have a sharp tongue." Chi Ying smiled amiably: "Thanks to Lord Zhangsun��s teaching." Zhangsun Lingfang interjected softly: "Sister, how is Xian��er? Can she walk steadily? Does she talk?" Women naturally have maternal instincts. Mentioning her child made Chi Ying soften: "Xian��er can walk steadily and call Father Wang and Mama. She can form short sentences and sometimes makes faces to cheer me up when I��m sad." Zhangsun Lingfang listened with a smile, while Zhangsun Tai frowned at her, making Chi Ying recall Cui Xiang��s words, realizing she shouldn��t boast. "People say only women who become mothers live complete lives. Now, I believe it. Unfortunately, I lack such fortune," Zhangsun Lingfang murmured gently. Chi Ying hesitated, deciding to pretend ignorance, comforting her: "Don��t worry. You��re young. There will be many children. No need to rush." Zhangsun Lingfang stared intently at her, Chi Ying puzzled: "Lingfang? Why are you staring at me?" Zhangsun Lingfang blinked, forcing a smile: "Just lost in thought. Did you return alone? I heard this morning you��d returned, expecting Wang to accompany you. Why isn��t he here?" Chi Ying thought, ''I didn��t return; I was captured. If Wang had come, we��d both be dead now.'' "Wang returned with me," Chi Ying said, noticing their eyes light up simultaneously, inwardly smirking, "But halfway, urgent news from Yanzhou forced Wang to return, asking me to visit the Taifei��s illness on his behalf." Zhangsun Tai��s disappointment was evident, realizing his slip only when he saw Chi Ying��s mocking smile. To regain composure, he changed the subject: "Taifei Heqing suddenly fell ill and passed away last night. Jing Wang mysteriously disappeared while attending her at the palace. Her sudden illness might be related. Have you heard anything about this?" Hoping to glean information, Zhangsun Tai watched Chi Ying closely, but she merely expressed surprise, saying, "So that��s what happened," then fell silent. Zhangsun Tai��s attempt to probe failed. Zhangsun Lingfang muttered: "It��s truly unfortunate. The Emperor has to manage the funeral and search for Jing Wang, probably unable to return soon. I��m lonely in the palace. Since you��re back, why not visit the palace?" Chi Ying started to decline, but Zhangsun Lingfang added: "As a representative of Wang visiting the sick, you should pay respects to the late Emperor and greet the Empress Dowager. Perfect timing. What do you think?" By now, Chi Ying understood their true intention��to bring her into the palace. Whether she agreed or not, she��d be escorted there. "I should pay respects to the Empress Dowager and offer incense to the late Emperor and Empress Xiaoling." Accepting the inevitable, she resolved to buy time for Cui Ye to persuade the Zhong family. From the main hall to the gate, the servants maintained a respectful distance, surprising Zhangsun Tai. Entering the carriage, Yayi assisted Zhangsun Lingfang first, then Chi Ying. Closing the door, they were finally alone. Using the sounds of hooves and wheels as cover, Chi Ying asked directly: "Why did you and Father scheme to bring me into the palace?" Zhangsun Lingfang smiled: "Didn��t I say in the carriage? I miss you. In the palace, I trust no one except you. Tell me everything, like before." In the past, sisters often participated in social events among the capital��s aristocratic ladies, enjoying flower appreciation and tea tasting. Zhangsun Lingfang, timid by nature, often avoided gatherings, and Chi Ying usually accompanied her, handling greetings and small talk. Chi Ying knew her sister��s dependency, but observing her changes, sensed complexity. Whether intentional concealment or fear of eavesdropping, Lingfang wouldn��t reveal her intentions now. They��d have to wait until they reached the palace. Zhangsun Lingfang claimed to visit the Empress Dowager, but the carriage headed to Yaohua Palace instead. Chi Ying��s suspicions deepened. Asking multiple times about visiting the Empress Dowager, Zhangsun Lingfang always deflected, dragging her around, showing her jewelry and insisting she choose some. Selecting a pair of bracelets, Zhangsun Lingfang insisted on helping her put them on. The afternoon passed, and as dusk approached, Chi Ying��s doubts peaked. Lingfang clearly didn��t intend for her to visit the Empress Dowager. What was her true purpose?This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

 You think I would believe you just because you say so

    Prolonging the visit until dusk, Chi Ying finally asked: "Lingfang, why did you bring me into the palace?" "Didn��t I say in the carriage? I missed you and wanted to chat," Zhangsun Lingfang placed a black piece on the chessboard. Chi Ying suddenly felt annoyed, unwilling to continue the charade, tossing the chess piece back into the box, showing her displeasure:


    "You think I would believe you just because you say so? Lingfang, we grew up together, and since childhood, you''ve never hidden anything from me, nor could you. Are you not considering me as your sister anymore, or are you simply taking me for a fool?"


    Her tone was stern. Changsun Lingfang''s fingers fumbled in the chess box a few times before she let go with a sigh. "Sister, you will always be my sister, even if our husbands are sworn enemies. Our bond as sisters born of the same mother cannot be changed."


    Chiyong��s expression remained grim. Sensing this, Changsun Lingfang reached out to hold her hand gently and said, "If one day I am taken to Yan Prefecture, and everyone is eyeing me greedily, would you stand by and watch me suffer or even join them in harming me?"


    "��No." Chiyong replied helplessly.


    Changsun Lingfang smiled in relief. "That''s exactly how I feel too. Even if everyone in the palace despises you, I will still protect you. Sister, I am your younger sister. If you can''t trust me, who else can you trust?"


    Her words struck a chord with Chiyong. If one day Cui Jie were defeated and died, and Baili Zan demanded the execution of Lingfang as the empress, Chiyong would absolutely not allow it. No matter which side they were on, she couldn��t bear to see her own sister die.


    But... relying solely on this didn''t put her mind at ease.


    "But you still haven''t told me what you''re really planning to do."


    This time, Changsun Lingfang couldn''t smile anymore. Her eyes showed sadness, and Chiyong knew her suspicions were correct. Her sister indeed had some ulterior motives. Although it might not involve her life, it might very well involve Cui Yi''s life.


    "Do you want to pay respects to the Empress Dowager? You keep preventing me from doing so. Is it because you don''t want her to know I''m back?" Seeing her silence, Chiyong continued, "What will happen if the Empress Dowager knows I''m back? I don''t think she''ll kill me. If meeting her posed a threat to my life, you wouldn''t have gone through all this trouble to stop me. Does seeing her mean your plan can''t proceed as scheduled? What are you using me for, bait?"


    As she spoke, Chiyong observed her sister''s expressions. Changsun Lingfang was still young and not adept at hiding her emotions. By the time Chiyong finished speaking, she had already guessed the general direction. Whatever their parents and sister planned involved something that the Empress Dowager Rong would definitely not agree to, hence the need to prevent them from meeting.


    As Empress Dowager, Lady Rong naturally sought benefits for her son and her family. The Changsun family seemed to still be on Cui Jie''s side, so there was no immediate conflict with her son''s interests. On the contrary, the Changsun family was helping her son wholeheartedly. This meant that whatever her parents and sister were planning must harm the Empress Dowager''s family.


    Changsun Lingfang held her hand nervously. "Sister... let''s have dinner first."


    Chiyong''s thoughts were still racing, but she nodded absentmindedly. Changsun Lingfang sighed in relief and immediately ordered food to be served, pulling her to sit down and serving her dishes attentively. Chiyong ate while thinking, her mind running through countless possibilities, only to discard each one. Eventually, she felt dizzy and confused, unable to come up with a plausible guess.


    After dinner, Changsun Lingfang suggested, "You look tired, Sister. Why don''t we soak in the hot springs for a while?"


    During their journey south, Chiyong hadn''t had a proper bath. Thinking of the hot springs in Yaohua Palace made her tempted. She agreed, "I am indeed tired. Let''s go soak for a bit."


    Seeing her agreement, Changsun Lingfang almost gleefully turned to instruct the maids to prepare everything. Chiyong''s unease deepened. Could this plot be related to bathing? It couldn''t be poison in the bathwater, right? Or maybe someone would sneak in after she undressed? No, this was the Empress''s chamber; there shouldn''t be any men around. Even if there were, it wouldn''t just affect her alone. Such an incident would likely result in severe punishment for all servants involved, making it too risky.


    The hot springs were soon ready. Changsun Lingfang led her sister through the corridor, saying, "I had calming incense lit. After soaking, you can sleep well, and tomorrow you''ll feel refreshed."


    Chiyong responded absentmindedly. As they entered the steamy room, the faint scent of sandalwood filled the air. She glanced around, knowing the layout of Yaohua Palace''s hot spring room better than her sister. Seeing no suspicious figures, she felt more at ease.


    Maids came forward to help them change into robes, and then Changsun Lingfang waved them away. "You may leave. I''ll call if I need anything."


    Chiyong instinctively looked at the golden bells placed at each corner of the pool. For the Empress''s convenience, these bells could be rung to summon attendants. With a clear sound, the maids outside would hear immediately.


    "Sister?" Changsun Lingfang noticed her gaze.


    Chiyong went along with it. "What are these bells for?"


    Changsun Lingfang explained and demonstrated by ringing one. A maid came in to ask for instructions, and Changsun Lingfang asked for some snacks and wine.


    "This is indeed convenient. I wonder who thought of it," Chiyong commented as she followed her sister into the pool. The warm water enveloped her body, instantly relaxing every pore, making her feel drowsy.


    In March, the capital wasn''t particularly warm, but the hot spring room was comfortable. The sisters leaned against the edge of the pool, with Changsun Lingfang reminiscing about their childhood. Chiyong listened but remained alert. After tasting the food and wine herself, she concluded that poisoning was unlikely.


    Changsun Lingfang wasn''t much of a talker, and after chatting all day, fatigue set in. Gradually, she spoke less, and Chiyong also felt sleepy but dared not fall asleep.


    Throughout their conversation, Changsun Lingfang avoided mentioning her miscarriage and instead asked many questions about little Cui Xian, her eyes filled with envy. Chiyong sensed something was wrong but couldn''t figure out what. As she floated in the warm water, her thoughts wandered until she recalled something.


    "By the way, yesterday when I returned, I saw someone on the street," Chiyong casually mentioned.


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    This was the first time she brought up something voluntarily, and Changsun Lingfang was indeed interested. "Oh? Who?"


    Chiyong smiled at her. "It was Father''s student, Zhong Shuji."


    Changsun Lingfang''s face turned pale, and her speech became disjointed. "Zhong... Zhong... he..."


    "I saw him enter the Carved Flower Building with a few people his age. I was quite surprised. Father always strictly disciplined his students. How could he dare go to such a place?" Seeing her reaction, Chiyong continued her bluff.


    Changsun Lingfang sat trembling in the pool, her lips white. Whether from shock or anger, Chiyong couldn''t tell. She almost pitied her sister''s naivety and wondered if she should laugh at Cui Jie being cuckolded. "Lingfang, what''s wrong?"


    Just then, the door opened, and a maid named Yayi hurried in, looking anxious. "Your Majesty, someone from the Empress Dowager has come with a message for you."


    Chiyong''s first thought was whether the Empress Dowager knew about Changsun Lingfang secretly bringing her into the palace. Her heart raced.


    "Tell him to wait. I''ll be right there," Changsun Lingfang calmly instructed, ringing the bell. Maids rushed in to help her dry off and dress.


    Chiyong debated whether to follow or stay. Surely the messenger wouldn''t barge into the hot spring room. Changsun Lingfang, now dressed and groomed, reassured her, "Stay here and rest. I''ll be back soon." Chiyong nodded and sat back.


    Once Changsun Lingfang left, the hot spring room fell silent. Chiyong felt drowsy again, losing track of time. Checking the ice in the fruit tray, she realized it hadn''t melted completely yet.


    Why was she so sleepy? Was it the warmth of the water? She rubbed her temples, deciding to get out and clear her head. Falling asleep in the water wouldn''t be pleasant.


    Beside the pool stood a Nanmu Luohan bed with soft reed mats from Jiangzhou. Chiyong dried herself and put on a single layer of clothing before lying down.


    Instead of feeling refreshed, she felt even sleepier. The strong scent of sandalwood in the room made her dizzy. She got up to extinguish the incense and applied some ice to her forehead. Opening the windows helped somewhat, though the scent lingered.


    Just as she yawned and approached the window to open it, she kicked something. Looking down, she saw a small beast-shaped incense burner. The ashes and unburnt incense spilled out, dirtying her shoes.


    Chiyong''s alarm bells rang. There was white sandalwood burning, why another type of incense? What was this? She picked up the green incense piece, sniffed it, and felt dizzy. This incense was laced with something! She dropped it immediately.


    Changsun Lingfang had burned a substance that induced drowsiness and lethargy, masking it with sandalwood. What was her intention?


    Shaken awake, Chiyong quickly swept the ashes and submerged the incense in water. She opened all the windows. Outside, no one was guarding, probably confident in the effects of the incense. She grabbed some ice to stay alert and pondered her next move.


    Escape? She knew the palace well, but familiarity didn''t guarantee escape. Climbing over ten-foot walls wasn''t easy, especially without clothes. The maids had taken her clothes, leaving her in a single layer. Running around like this was practically naked.


    While trying to figure out her sister''s plan and a way out, the screen behind her creaked open.


    A man walked in, uttering a questioning sound. Chiyong broke out in cold sweat. In the Empress''s quarters, only eunuchs and maids appeared, not men. Even Cui Jie''s young son wouldn''t visit late at night, let alone enter the hot spring room.


    Where did this man come from? What was he doing? Did he know someone was here? Did he recognize her? Questions raced through her mind. She clutched her robe, preparing to flee if necessary.


    Unfortunately, the man didn''t leave. He stepped closer, and Chiyong felt her hair stand on end. The hot spring room offered no hiding places. Earlier, she''d been relieved there were no hidden dangers; now, she regretted the lack of cover.


    His footsteps drew nearer. Through the screen, she saw his shadow. Realizing the light behind her cast her silhouette, she hastily blew out the lamps.


    The man paused, standing by the pool. Chiyong''s heart pounded. She quickly put on her shoes, ready to run.


    He stopped advancing but spoke. "Even Anxi incense couldn''t make you sleep. Who are you?"


    Chiyong''s mind exploded.


    It was Cui Jie! How had she overlooked the possibility of him being here? Who could freely enter the Empress''s chambers without suspicion? Of course, it was the emperor!


    Cui Jie''s presence drastically altered the situation. Even fully prepared, she wouldn''t want to meet him alone, let alone in a single layer of clothing.


    Before she decided whether to speak, Cui Jie said, "Not talking? Then I''ll come over."


    Instinctively, Chiyong shouted, "Don''t come!"


    Cui Jie halted. Chiyong''s heart raced, hoping he hadn''t recognized her voice.


    "Are you Queen''s family?" Cui Jie''s tone was gentle. "Don''t worry. I won''t harm you. Queen invited you here to apologize to me, didn''t she?"


    Panicking, Chiyong adjusted her voice. "I''m Queen''s cousin, visiting the palace at her invitation, but haven''t paid respects to Your Majesty yet."


    Cui Jie''s tone softened further. "I see. Just a few questions, then I''ll leave. Queen used Anxi incense here. You probably don''t know what it is."


    Chiyong cautiously answered, "No... What is it?"


    "A fragrance that makes you lose consciousness and sleep till morning."


    So it was a sedative! Chiyong''s anger flared. Changsun Lingfang had brought her here, used sedative-laden incense, and then lured Cui Jie here. Her intentions were clear!


    She never imagined her parents would offer her to Cui Jie!


    Was this some twisted loyalty test? Were they inspired by the Xie family, who tried to return their daughter to Cui Jie? She had assumed the Xie family acted alone, but now she reconsidered. Did Cui Jie not only usurp Cui Yi''s throne but also steal his women? Throughout history, she had never heard of such madness.


    Cui Jie continued, "You must feel sorry being brought here unknowingly. I won''t break my word."


    Chiyong wanted to scoff. Didn��t he once sweet-talk her into believing they��d grow old together, only to burn her alive in the cold palace?


    "Queen never expected I''d discover her theft of Anxi incense from the Imperial Medical Institute. She''s probably gloating now," Cui Jie''s tone dripped with sweetness. "I don''t want to hurt her feelings, so let''s chat here."


    Chiyong remained silent. Cui Jie talked about his past with the Empress. "When I was Crown Prince, I married Queen. She was a good girl, at least she seemed so then. I liked her a lot, and even after what happened, I couldn''t bring myself to hate her."


    Clearly, he hinted at something. Recalling her earlier conversation about Zhong Wei, Chiyong deduced that "what happened" referred to Changsun Lingfang''s affair with Zhong Wei.


    Pretending curiosity, she asked, "Did Queen do something to hurt Your Majesty?"


    Cui Jie sighed deeply. "You might find it hard to believe. Someone informed me of a strange young man seen in Queen''s palace. At first, I doubted it, but repeated sightings forced me to investigate. Sure enough, that person often sneaked in with Queen''s mother''s carriage to meet her."


    Chiyong''s breathing quickened. She gripped her robe tightly, telling herself not to believe Cui Jie''s words. This smiling snake couldn''t be trusted. Changsun Lingfang''s youthful indiscretion aside, her mother wouldn''t aid such foolishness. Impossible!


    Yet another voice argued: Changsun Lingfang and Zhong Wei were genuinely in love in their previous lives. Being separated because of her, and now desperate for a child, increased the likelihood of infidelity.


    Cui Jie continued, "I don''t understand. I treated her so well. Why does she still harbor feelings for another man? You might not believe this, but every time she met him, it was the day after I visited her. Do you know what that means? She wanted me to raise her lover''s child!"


    "Queen is young, and I intended to wait before having children. Each time I visited her, I had the imperial physician send her contraceptive tea. But she was impatient, wanting another man''s child. I, the emperor, wore the cuckold''s horns, pretending joy at her pregnancy news!"


    Recalling the assassination attempt at the palace, Chiyong lowered her eyes. So, the child Changsun Lingfang carried back then...


    (Translation ends here due to the original text ending abruptly.)


    The child was indeed Zhong Wei''s. Under Shan Jian''s scheming, although Cui Jie did indeed eliminate the illegitimate child and his competitive younger brother in one fell swoop, he must have felt terrible about it.


    "Later, something happened, and that child was gone. I thought they would recognize their setback and be more discreet in the future, but instead, they became bolder. That adulterer��actually infiltrated the Imperial Medical Hall! Every day under the pretense of checking on my health, he openly entered and exited Yao Hua Palace. As long as I wasn��t there, they spent all their time together!" Cui Jie said, taking a deep breath. The black shadow on the screen made a wiping motion across its face.


    No wonder Ling Fang had such an expression when she heard Zhong Wei went to a brothel. She must feel that despite her arduous love for him, she was betrayed, and she must feel very aggrieved! Chi Ying wandered aimlessly in her thoughts. The guilt she had felt towards her sister since before her marriage now became intensely vivid. Although she had been tricked by Guo Shi at the time and had no choice, it was still true that she had wronged Ling Fang. She escaped from the dragon��s den and tiger��s lair, while her sister missed out on her true love forever.


    Cui Jie, not hearing her response, asked somewhat strangely, "Miss?"


    Chi Ying hurriedly responded, "Your subject is here."


    Cui Jie continued, "Do you know why the Changsun family was so eager to bring you into the palace? Did they ignore you and your family in the past and only recently started showing interest in connecting with you, making your parents feel honored that you were noticed by them?"


    Chi Ying smiled bitterly. Cui Jie��s words were mere guesses, but if there really was such a ��cousin,�� it would likely be like this scenario. To maintain their positions and power, her parents could even offer her to a minor son-in-law. What wouldn��t they do?


    "My parents are indeed happy, thinking I can follow Her Highness and become a palace maid."


    Cui Jie chuckled, saying, "A palace maid? It sounds like something they would say. Since they are so eager for you to enter the palace, how about I assign you to Wan Sheng Palace tomorrow?"

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    "Since your parents are so eager for you to work in the palace, how about I keep you here and assign you to Wan Sheng Palace next year during the selection of palace maids?" Cui Jie said, moving a few steps forward as if he intended to see her appearance around the screen.


    Chi Ying jumped off the couch and ran towards the window.


    Cui Jie laughed behind her, "Where are you going? Do you not fear being seen in that state?"


    Chi Ying clenched her hands over her chest, her knuckles turning white. She dared not turn around or run naked outside; she was caught between a rock and a hard place.


    The sound of footsteps approached, seeming to indicate that Cui Jie was getting closer. Chi Ying��s mind blanked, trembling where she stood.


    "You��" Cui Jie stared at her back, puzzled. The lines of her body wrapped in cloud-patterned clothes were graceful, and the exposed nape peeking through her half-disheveled hair was more seductive than nudity itself.


    Unlike Queen Changsun Ling Fang��s innocence, this body was mature, exuding allure even from just the back, like ripe fruit on a tree branch in late summer, tempting to pluck.


    Cui Jie was genuinely impressed. He hadn''t expected Fan Shi��s barrel-shaped figure to hide such a captivating niece.


    His previous words, whether true or false, aimed to gain sympathy from this humble-born girl, making her believe he was a victim and they were alike. A bit of tenderness usually won over a maiden��s heart. He had done this many times, and it was second nature to him.


    As long as he could lure her to his side, he could better monitor the Changsun family��s movements. So regardless of beauty, he always acted tenderly.


    But he hadn��t expected this girl to be such a beauty. It seemed Changsun Tai had exerted considerable effort to find a beautiful woman among poor relatives. Cui Jie inwardly rejoiced, feeling a sense of profit. He intensified his sweet talk: "What is your name, miss? Why do I feel like I��ve met you somewhere before? Just now, chatting with you felt like meeting an old friend after many years. Could you please turn around so I can see you?"


    What should I do! Turn around or not? Chi Ying��s mind was in turmoil.


    If she turned, Cui Jie would likely recognize her immediately, and what awaited her would undoubtedly be imprisonment, torture, and possibly worse humiliation. If she didn��t turn, he would eventually see her face anyway, merely delaying the inevitable��she couldn��t bear to run naked outside due to her upbringing.


    Cui Jie was patient, waiting for her to turn around. Chi Ying, exhausted from the mental struggle, decided that death was inevitable sooner or later, so she might as well face it head-on.


    She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and turned around.


    In the next moment, she saw Cui Jie gasp in shock.


    "You��!" Cui Jie recognized her immediately, equally shocked as she had been when he first spoke.


    Seeing his stunned expression, Chi Ying calmed down. It seemed Cui Jie hadn��t expected her parents to offer her up. His astonishment included a hint of disbelief, indicating that what awaited her would be torture and imprisonment, which she could endure.


    After the initial shock, Cui Jie��s face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "So it��s you."This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Chi Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.


    Cui Jie turned and left, seemingly angry, his sleeve movement rough. Chi Ying sighed in relief, finding it amusing. She thought sarcastically about how Cui Ren Yu had brought this upon himself, trying to seduce an innocent girl and ending up revealing his own infidelity to his enemy. Where was the flawless version of him from the previous life?


    With Cui Jie gone, tonight��s crisis was resolved. Relaxing, Chi Ying began to feel drowsy, a genuine fatigue from the night��s events. She returned to the couch and dozed off.


    How long she slept, she didn��t know, but when she woke up, it was already light outside. A blanket covered her, and her sister, Changsun Ling Fang, sat beside her, her eyes red from crying. Seeing Chi Ying awake, she sobbed, "Sister."


    Chi Ying sat up, stretching her stiff body from the hard couch.


    "Sister, do you want to take a bath? I can call someone to help you bathe," Changsun Ling Fang asked, wiping her tears.


    Chi Ying retorted coldly, "Bath? What bath? Didn��t we wash enough last night?"


    Changsun Ling Fang lowered her head, ashamed, her tears falling onto her skirt. Chi Ying, initially furious, softened seeing her pitiful state. She couldn��t bring herself to yell at her. Instead, she asked angrily, "Did the Emperor come last night? Was this your doing? Luring me into the palace, the hot spring, and the An Xi Xiang incense��was all this your scheme?"


    "Sister��" Changsun Ling Fang covered her face with a handkerchief and cried, "I��m sorry, I��m sorry!"


    "Sorry? What good is sorry? Do you think I��ll forgive you unconditionally like before? Changsun Ling Fang, I��m your sister, yet you set this trap to harm me. What do you think of me?" Chi Ying scolded, her voice rising.


    Changsun Ling Fang hung her head, crying repeatedly, "I��m sorry."


    After venting, Chi Ying found it pointless and said coldly, "Give me back my clothes."


    Changsun Ling Fang peeked from behind the handkerchief, asking hesitantly, "What will you do?"


    Chi Ying replied coldly, "Go pay respects to the Empress Dowager." She got up, but Changsun Ling Fang suddenly clung to her waist, begging and crying, "Sister! Please, please help me one more time! If you abandon me, I��ll die! I truly will!"


    Chi Ying, both angry and helpless, struggled with her. Both sisters, being delicate ladies, had equal strength. But Changsun Ling Fang, determined, refused to let go. Exhausted and sweating, Chi Ying had to sit back down.


    Holding tightly to her, Changsun Ling Fang sobbed loudly. Chi Ying was utterly frustrated, worried that Cui Yi would return and find her missing. She wanted to stabilize her sister first and then find a way to escape��if the Changsun family planned to make both sisters serve one husband, the Empress Dowager would certainly disagree. If she could see the Empress Dowager, even if she was confined, she wouldn��t have to worry about losing her virtue.


    "Enough! Stop crying!" Chi Ying pushed her sister aside, "Explain yourself clearly. What are you planning? Bringing me back and offering me to the Emperor��what do you hope to achieve? Do you think the Emperor is stupid enough not to recognize me or foolish enough to accept two Changsun women?"


    Changsun Ling Fang, who had once had beautiful eyes, looked swollen and red from crying. She sobbed, "Last winter, I gave birth to a son, but he died three days later! I�� I lost a lot of blood during childbirth. When I heard the news, I fainted. They said I was unconscious for many days, continuously bleeding. The imperial doctors tried many methods, but nothing worked. I nearly died��"


    Chi Ying, having given birth herself, knew postpartum hemorrhage was extremely dangerous. Hearing this, she softened slightly, "Then what happened?"


    "Afterwards�� afterwards, I heard that former Imperial Censor Zhai Rang heard the news and sent a prescription. The servants forcibly administered it to me, and the bleeding stopped. The next day, I woke up and heard the imperial doctor tell the Emperor�� tell him��" Due to her intense crying earlier, Changsun Ling Fang struggled to speak. Chi Ying urged her impatiently, "Tell him what? Say it!"


    Changsun Ling Fang took a few deep breaths and continued, "The imperial doctor told the Emperor that my condition was extremely critical, and I lost so much blood. They weren��t sure if I��d ever recover, and I might never be able to have children again."


    Chi Ying was shocked, "Is this true?" Then she realized, "You might not be able to have children anymore, so you decided to use me? To secure the Changsun family��s position in the capital and court, you don��t hesitate to sacrifice a married woman?"


    Changsun Ling Fang quickly explained, "No! Father��s intention was��"


    Chi Ying interrupted angrily, "This was Father��s plan? When did this happen?"


    Changsun Ling Fang whispered, "Originally, last year, Father intended to find a suitable cousin among our relatives, someone who looked decent and fertile, unmarried. But none were suitable; most were too young, eleven or twelve, completely unsuitable. Then, in early spring, Consort Qing fell ill, and someone suggested using this opportunity to lure Prince Wu back and kill him. That��s when Father turned his attention to you."


    At this point, Chi Ying had completely lost hope in her father. Her own flesh and blood were merely tools for climbing the social ladder. How sad she had shed tears for his death in her past life and had prioritized protecting them in this life. If it weren��t for that, she would have hanged herself long ago after being taken advantage of by Cui Yi at the carved pavilion.


    Changsun Ling Fang cautiously watched her reaction, mistaking her stoic expression for hesitation. She bravely added, "Sister, Prince Wu isn��t a good person. You suffer with him, and he married another woman, Xie Yuchan, without caring about you. Come back to the palace. We can support each other. I��m the queen, no one will dare bully you. If you bear a son, I��ll ask the Emperor to make you a high-ranking concubine!"


    "A high-ranking concubine?" Chi Ying laughed bitterly, slapping her sister��s hand away, "Do you think I care? I don��t even want to be queen, let alone a concubine. Are these my wonderful relatives? Enjoying wealth and glory, forgetting about me, letting me starve in Yanzhou, mocking me secretly. Now, desperate, you remember me and try to offer me to the Emperor without even asking my opinion? Is this what kind of sisters and relatives we are?"


    Changsun Ling Fang looked pained, unable to find words.


    Chi Ying got up again, ignoring her single-layered clothing, and walked towards the door. Changsun Ling Fang, startled, clung to her leg, causing Chi Ying to trip and knock over a small table near the couch. Items crashed to the floor, and palace maids rushed in upon hearing the noise.

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    Chi Ying, her face stern, ignored the person clinging to her and strode towards the door. Ya Yi, entering to see the queen on the floor, clutching Chi Ying��s leg, shouted, "How dare you! This is disrespect to Her Majesty! Arrest her!"


    "No! Sister, please, help me one last time! If you don��t want to stay in the palace, I��ll let you leave after you give birth. I��ll ask the Emperor to let you and Prince Wu live freely, never to be pursued again!"


    "Changsun Ling Fang, listen carefully," Chi Ying forcefully pried her fingers open, causing Changsun Ling Fang to scream and fall to the ground, "The night your palace maids attempted to harm me and Xiao Nian, it was the last straw. From now on, I have no sister. We have no relation!"


    "Sister!" Changsun Ling Fang cried desperately.


    Palace guards had already restrained her. Chi Ying, fearless, declared loudly, "Cry all you want! Let the entire palace know your dirty schemes! Once the Empress Dowager finds out, see how long you can remain queen!"


    Changsun Ling Fang, supported by palace maids, screamed, "I didn��t want this! You forced me! You ruined me! It��s all your fault!"


    Chi Ying sneered coldly, "If I had any guilt towards you before yesterday, now it��s all gone. Caught cheating and cornered, blaming me now? When you wore the crown and robes, did you mention those were gifts from me? Changsun Ling Fang, people act for themselves. I��m not a sheep to be slaughtered. Trying to manipulate me with words, forget it!"


    Changsun Ling Fang covered her ears, screaming, "Shut up! Shut up!"


    Chi Ying closed her mouth, allowing the guards to lead her away.


    The commotion in Yao Hua Palace attracted attention from nearby palaces. Everyone had spies watching. By voicing her accusations, word would spread, eventually reaching the Empress Dowager. At that point, she would either seek freedom or mutual destruction!


    When Chi Ying was locked in Yao Hua Palace��s prison, Cui Yi and Cao Qian were racing back to the capital. From Song County, it took three days by carriage, and they used every means possible��horses, donkeys, running��to reach the capital five days after Chi Ying.


    The imperial guards had withdrawn from Drunken Butterfly Mountain, likely because Cui Jie learned Cui Yi hadn��t come and Chi Ying was trapped in the palace. Cui Yi quietly returned to the palace but found Ye Shi��s residence filled with funeral offerings. Breathing heavily, he almost crushed the glazed tiles on the wall.


    With Consort Qing dead and Chi Ying and Cui Xiang missing, Cui Yi felt lost for the first time, unsure of his next move. Like a wandering spirit, he descended the mountain to meet Cao Qian.


    Cao Qian sent signals to the scattered Yanzhou troops. Returning to their rendezvous point, he saw Cui Yi approaching but seemingly unaware, passing by without acknowledging him. Dragging him back, Cao Qian asked urgently, "Your Highness, what happened?"


    Cui Yi��s eyes were vacant, slowly regaining focus. "Let��s find a place to rest. Have the signals been arranged?"


    "Yes, everything is set. Our men should gather tomorrow. Your Highness, what should we do next?"


    Cui Yi, feeling helpless, asked, "Did Teacher Yang give you any secret plans or advice?"


    Cao Qian shook his head honestly, "No. I gathered the troops early and waited outside the palace. I didn��t see Teacher Yang. But I encountered Gong Qi at the training grounds. He said something I didn��t understand."


    "What did he say?" With no one else to consult, Cui Yi had to rely on Cao Qian.


    Cao Qian recalled, "He said�� if they didn��t know what you��ve done, they might become your greatest enemies."


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow, confused, "Who are ��they��? Enemies? Is it Changsun Tai?"


    Cao Qian admitted he didn��t understand Gong Qi��s words either. Cui Yi pondered this enigma, unable to sleep that night, worrying about Chi Ying and Cui Xiang��s safety. Not knowing their whereabouts, he feared they might have fallen into Cui Jie��s hands.


    The next morning, Cao Qian, following military habits, came to attend to Cui Yi. Seeing his dark circles, he assumed Cui Yi was worried about Chi Ying and reassured him, "Lady Chi has her own fortune. She��ll be fine, maybe waiting for you nearby."


    Cui Yi looked miserable, "I��m thinking about what Gong Qi said��"


    A woman''s mind is hard to fathom when many are gathered together.


    The events unfolded just as Cheng Ying had anticipated. After the big argument with her sister at Yaohua Palace, news quickly reached the Empress Dowager at Yanshou Palace. Before she could even warm up the floor of her prison cell, the chief eunuch of the Empress Dowager came to take her away. Rong Shi was the highest-ranking person in the entire palace, and even Queen Longelfang could not defy her will. She had no choice but to let her take the person away.


    Cheng Ying was still wearing a single layer of clothing, and on the way from Yaohua Palace to Yanshou Palace, she didn''t even have shoes on. Her feet stepped on the square stone slabs, feeling like stepping on ice blocks. At first, it hurt, but later it became numb, and she couldn''t even feel her toes.  This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    When she arrived at Yanshou Palace, the palace maid said that the Empress Dowager was still praying. Cheng Ying knelt outside and waited for about half an hour before Rong Shi arrived, accompanied by palace maids and eunuchs.


    The Rong family was also a large clan, whose ancestors were founding heroes. By Rong Shi''s generation, they had become wealthy and influential, with several capable brothers serving in various capacities in the capital or their hometowns. Emperor Jianwen did well in controlling the influence of relatives, and after Cui Jie ascended the throne, the Rong family did not suddenly rise to prominence. Cheng Ying believed that this cunning and sinister emperor did not trust his maternal relatives either.


    "Your humble servant pays respects to the Empress Dowager," Cheng Ying greeted, shivering slightly.


    Fortunately, Rong Shi was very courteous and told her to rise and be seated upon seeing her kneeling. Seeing her in a single layer of clothing, she frowned, "Why are you so improperly dressed? Jin Sui, take the Princess Consort to change into some proper clothes and then come back to see me."


    Rong Shi''s courtesy exceeded Cheng Ying''s expectations, but soon she realized the reason behind it.


    After changing into new clothes, the palace maid combed her hair and applied makeup. A royal physician also checked her pulse, likely concerned about her catching a cold and passing it on to the Empress Dowager.


    When she stood before Rong Shi again, the Empress Dowager finally nodded approvingly, "Now you look more presentable. Sit down."


    Cheng Ying thanked her and sat down. Rong Shi held a hand warmer and quietly observed her for a while before saying, "I''ve heard about what happened at Yaohua Palace, but there are still many unclear points. Tell me everything."


    "Which part would Your Majesty like to hear?" Cheng Ying deflected the question.


    Rong Shi smiled warmly at her, "Start from the beginning. Why were you at Yaohua Palace?"


    Cheng Ying answered frankly, "In the first lunar month, I heard that Heqing Concubine was seriously ill. The Prince couldn''t leave, so I came back to visit her. Unfortunately, I didn''t make it in time, and instead, I was taken to my father. Then, I was sent to the palace. I tried to leave, but Queen Longelfang wouldn''t let me go, so we argued."


    Rong Shi listened with a smile, but Cheng Ying''s brief explanation left her momentarily stunned. Frowning, she asked, "That''s all?"


    Cheng Ying nodded, "Yes, that''s all. Did Your Majesty hear something different?"


    Caught off guard by her question, Rong Shi hesitated before smiling again, "Changsun Chengying, you''re not an ordinary woman. From the first time I met you, I admired you. Although the Queen is good, she doesn''t match your wisdom and steadiness. I often think that if you had become my daughter-in-law, we would have gotten along splendidly."


    Her words weren''t entirely false. Whether in her previous life or this one, this woman always put on a good front, never dealing with someone directly but instead undermining them behind the scenes. Intelligent women always appreciate other intelligent women, especially when they share common interests.


    "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I am deeply honored," Cheng Ying bowed slightly in politeness, "But fate has its own course, and perhaps I lack the fortune."


    Rong Shi smiled lightly, with a hint of deeper meaning, "Perhaps not. Fortune is something people strive for. Otherwise, how could I, a mere concubine''s daughter, end up sitting on this Empress Dowager''s throne?"


    Cheng Ying felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be that the Empress Dowager wanted to bring her and Cui Jie together? No way! She had already been killed by him in her past life, and now she had drawn a clear line with him. She''d rather die than get involved with him again!


    However, Rong Shi continued, "You are the daughter Changsun Taifu spent his entire life educating. In terms of talent and cultivation, you are outstanding. Yet, because you failed to become the Crown Princess, your parents treated you so harshly. When I see you, I see myself from the past, and it breaks my heart."


    Cheng Ying was confused by her words, unsure of her true intentions. "Your Majesty flatters me. I do not deserve such praise."


    Rong Shi beckoned her with a smile, "Come here, sit beside me."


    Cheng Ying had no choice but to obey. Rong Shi pulled her close and let her sit beside her, saying, "People say that those who recognize the times are wise. You are a clever woman. Can''t you sense the impending storm? Women live their lives according to others��first their fathers, then their husbands, and finally their sons. We are human too, with flesh and blood, love and hate. If we don''t fight for what we want, we may never get it."


    "... I am dull-witted and do not understand Your Majesty''s meaning. Please enlighten me."


    Rong Shi smiled mysteriously, patting her hand, "You understand, but you cannot answer. It''s fine. I''ve arranged a room for you. Stay here for a while and think carefully about what I said. When you understand, come and see me." She then instructed the palace maid to take her away.


    Cheng Ying was led away, utterly bewildered. The room prepared for her was called Nongdieju, located east of Yaohua Palace. It was clean and tidy, with two palace maids and a eunuch assigned to her, clearly indicating that she was meant to stay long-term. Cheng Ying felt uneasy, wondering why everyone seemed eager to confine her.


    Her father and sister wanted to use her to bear children, which made sense, but why did the Empress Dowager want to keep her? It made no sense. Cheng Ying racked her brain but couldn''t figure it out. She sighed, frustrated by the rapid changes in her plans and the lack of someone to consult. This situation was driving her crazy.


    Later that evening, a eunuch from Yaohua Palace came to Yanshou Palace to ask for her, but Rong Shi turned him away. When Cheng Ying heard the news, she was about to retire for the night and wondered why Rong Shi had specifically informed her. Was it to remind her that her sister wouldn''t save her?


    "Please tell Her Majesty that I know," Cheng Ying instructed the eunuch, unable to decipher Rong Shi''s intentions.


    The eunuch agreed and left. As he exited, a palace maid entered with a tray containing a bowl of soup. She explained that the Empress Dowager was concerned about her catching a cold and had ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare ginger soup for her. Cheng Ying was overwhelmed by the attention and even more confused by Rong Shi''s motives.


    The next morning, another palace maid brought her medicine. Given her current predicament, Cheng Ying knew she couldn''t refuse to eat, or she might be killed immediately. Since last night''s soup hadn''t harmed her, she drank the medicine.


    After breakfast and taking the medicine, Cheng Ying was taken to the Buddhist hall. Rong Shi prayed, the nanny struck the wooden fish, and everyone knelt. Cheng Ying had no choice but to kneel with them, feeling exhausted after an hour.


    She thought Rong Shi had summoned her to talk, but Rong Shi didn''t mention anything about yesterday''s events at Yaohua Palace. Instead, she showed great interest in what Cheng Ying liked to eat and use, which only made Cheng Ying more nervous.


    Just before lunch, a eunuch announced loudly, "His Majesty arrives!" Cheng Ying almost choked on her tea in shock.


    What was Cui Jie doing here again? D*mn it, seeing him twice in three days was enough to shorten her lifespan!


    Cheng Ying instinctively wanted to hide, but Rong Shi firmly grasped her wrist. Her heart raced, wondering what Rong Shi was planning. How would she explain this encounter?


    Cui Jie had just finished court and hadn''t changed out of his official robes. Rong Shi rose to greet him, laughing, "Why did Your Majesty decide to visit today?"


    "I haven''t seen Mother for a while, and I missed you. So I came to have lunch with you," Cui Jie replied perfectly, presenting a picture of filial piety. "How is Mother''s health? I had a string of prayer beads made from Bodhi wood, which should arrive soon."


    Rong Shi beamed, praising his thoughtfulness. Cui Jie scanned the hall and immediately spotted Cheng Ying. His expression showed surprise, but his calm eyes betrayed his true intent. Cheng Ying knew he had come for her.


    Great, now the Queen, Empress Dowager, and the Emperor himself were all involved. Cheng Ying felt like a deer caught between predators, curious yet terrified about her fate.


    Cui Jie didn''t ask, and Rong Shi didn''t explain. They happily sat down to eat.


    "By the way, Mother, during today''s court session, Minister Cai and others jointly proposed holding a selection of consorts in spring. I decided to postpone it until I consulted with you. What do you think?" Cui Jie mentioned casually as the meal neared its end.


    Rong Shi looked slightly surprised but didn''t answer immediately. Instead, she asked, "What does Lord Changsun think?"


    Cui Jie smiled, "Lord Changsun... naturally disagrees. He says that half of our tax revenue last year went to the Northern Di tribes, causing much public discontent. It''s not the right time for a selection."


    Rong Shi nodded approvingly, "Lord Changsun''s concerns are valid. Your Majesty is the ruler of the people, and you must always prioritize their welfare."


    Cui Jie respectfully bowed, "Mother''s teachings are correct. However, since ascending the throne, I haven''t taken any new consorts, and my lineage remains thin. I feel guilty towards our ancestors, especially after the Queen''s child died last year. I''m sure Mother understands my feelings."


    Rong Shi paused, realizing his true intention. "There must be a middle ground. I''ve always advised you to spend more time with your consorts so they can conceive heirs. Isn''t that right, Your Majesty?"


    Cui Jie smiled, appearing sincerely convinced, "Mother is absolutely right. Selecting consorts nationwide would be costly and impractical, but there are plenty of suitable palace maids in the palace. Perhaps we could select a few who are beautiful and gentle, and I''ll choose among them. What do you think, Mother?"


    Cheng Ying cursed inwardly.

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    From each palace, selecting consorts? That was clearly a pretext to take people away from the Empress Dowager. Cui Jie must have spies in Yanshou Palace, learning that Cheng Ying was staying there without being interrogated or confined, seemingly getting along well with Rong Shi. Unable to directly demand her, he devised this roundabout strategy.


    Rong Shi was also astute and understood his intentions. Her eyes flickered, and she smiled, "That''s a good idea. Let''s do it. Starting with the Queen, each palace should select suitable candidates. As long as they please the Emperor and are capable, that''s all that matters."


    Cui Jie felt relieved hearing her agreement and added, "Does Mother have any suitable candidates here? Or shall I see them?"


    Rong Shi laughed, putting down her jade chopsticks, "See them, see them. Your Majesty is eager to take new consorts, aren''t you? There aren''t many people in Yanshou Palace, and most are older. If you take a few away, who will serve me?"


    "Mother, you make me sound ungrateful," Cui Jie apologized, "If I take anyone from you, I''ll replace them with better ones. Age doesn''t matter; those around you must be kind and considerate."


    Rong Shi shook her head, "No, no, no. The people around me have served for decades. If you replace them, I won''t adapt. I think Wei Xianfei has a couple of good maids. I''ll give them to you, and the Imperial Household Department will send new ones to her. Agreed?"


    Cui Jie was clearly dissatisfied but couldn''t argue directly. Smiling, he agreed, and they continued their harmonious meal.


    Cheng Ying, listening from the side, felt completely lost. Rong Shi had openly refused to let Cui Jie take anyone from her, indicating that she had no intention of handing Cheng Ying over to him. What was her real purpose? Cheng Ying sensed that the mother-son relationship wasn''t as harmonious as it appeared. Rong Shi seemed to have ulterior motives.


    What could they be? Was she planning to help Cui Yan overthrow her son? Unlikely. No mother would betray her son like that, especially since Cui Yan wasn''t related to her. What benefit could she gain by making him emperor?


    Unless Cui Yan was her real son, and the brothers were switched as children��Cheng Ying dismissed the absurd idea immediately. If that were true, Rong Shi wouldn''t have remained indifferent when Cui Yan was killed in her previous life. Besides, the brothers weren''t born in the same year, making such a switch impossible.


    Exhausted from trying to figure it out, Cheng Ying couldn''t come up with any other conclusions.


    Cui Jie was somewhat disappointed but hid it well. After chatting with the Empress Dowager for a while, he left around 2 PM. Once he was gone, Cheng Ying felt like a heavy burden had been lifted.


    "Are you tired?" Rong Shi noticed her reaction.


    Cheng Ying quickly removed her hand from her chest, "Not really, just a bit hungry." This was the truth. Other palace maids could probably handle the situation, but Cheng Ying found herself in a particularly difficult position.


    Shift change, time to grab a bite. She hadn''t left her spot since breakfast and was starving.


    Suddenly, it dawned on the Empress Dowager with a chuckle, "Oh my, look at me forgetting you haven''t eaten! Quickly, quickly, send some food from the imperial kitchen, hurry!" A matron was dispatched immediately.


    When the dishes were brought in, Shiyong was shocked again. This��this was clearly an imperial lunch fit for a queen! An entire table filled with all kinds of delicacies, all things she had grown tired of in her previous life. What exactly did the Empress Dowager want?


    The Empress Dowager warmly pulled her into the seat, "You must be famished, eat up. Eat whatever you like, have them bring it closer."


    Shiyong was indeed hungry, but seeing the lavish spread actually killed her appetite. Nervously, she only managed to eat half a bowl of rice, leaving most of the dishes untouched. The Empress Dowager sighed upon noticing this, scolding gently, "Why so little? Look at how frail you are, sigh!"


    "Your Majesty," Shiyong couldn''t hold back any longer and spoke up, "May I request Your Majesty to dismiss your attendants, there is something I wish to discuss with you."


    Without hesitation, the Empress Dowager agreed, waving her hand, and everyone in the hall retreated like flowing water.


    Wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, Shiyong said solemnly, "Your Majesty, let''s not beat around the bush. What exactly do you want me to do? I''ve been pondering this all day and still can''t figure it out. Earlier, when the Emperor tried every means to take me away, you refused. Clearly, you don''t intend to harm my life, yet as the wife of Prince Wu, your protection leaves me uneasy. Please tell me what you need from me!"


    The Empress Dowager laughed, "I thought you were going to say something else. Shiyong, I know you''re a smart person, and I genuinely like you. Since you can''t guess my intentions, let me give you another hint."


    Shiyong replied earnestly, "Please speak, Your Majesty."


    "You are the eldest daughter of the Changsun family. Unfortunately, you parted ways with your family and endured much hardship outside. I like you, I pity you, and I want to adopt you as my goddaughter. Are you willing?"


    What?!


    Life has many shocking moments, but none more terrifying than this. Shiyong even doubted if she heard correctly and repeated, "Goddaughter?"


    The Empress Dowager''s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her smile carrying a hint of threat, "Is there a problem? You don''t want to? Although the Rong family isn''t as prestigious as the Changsun family, our ancestors were founding heroes of Great Chu. As the Empress Dowager, would I disgrace you?"If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Shiyong hurriedly responded with a mix of laughter and tears, "Your Majesty misunderstands, I dare not think that way. I''m just surprised... If I become your goddaughter, what will you expect of me?"


    "This... you don''t need to worry about it now," the Empress Dowager said mysteriously, unwilling to elaborate further, "Just stay by my side obediently. I won''t make you do anything dangerous, nor will I harm your family. Just remember one thing: follow my instructions, and the outcome will satisfy both of us."


    This explanation was as good as saying nothing. Giving up on extracting more information, Shiyong ate her meal. Afterward, the Empress Dowager made her drink some medicine and then allowed her to rest.


    The next two days passed uneventfully. Shiyong could only move within the confines of the Yan Shou Palace. The palace maids and eunuchs treated her very politely, as if they truly regarded her as the Empress Dowager''s goddaughter. However, Shiyong herself didn''t see this as a good thing. The Empress Dowager''s hidden agenda surely involved a more terrifying conspiracy than her parents, sister, or even Cui Jie. And because she couldn''t guess it, it was even more frightening.


    On the fifth night in the palace, after taking her medicine and lying down, Shiyong heard a faint sound outside her door, followed by the door being silently pushed open. A shadow slipped inside.


    Unable to see who it was through the bed curtains, Shiyong was about to sit up when the person rushed straight to her bedside. Another faint sound, and the maid guarding the bed fell to the ground with a thud.


    As Shiyong reached to pull the curtain aside, the person moved faster, lifting the curtain and removing the black cloth covering their face, revealing a familiar face, "It''s me."


    "...How did you get here?" Shiyong was beyond shock.


    Cui Yi, dressed in black, his hair dripping wet. Touching his arm, Shiyong realized he was completely soaked and smelled awful, though it wasn''t raining outside. Instantly, she understood, "You swam in?"


    "Yeah," Cui Yi, ignoring his wet and smelly state, hugged her tightly, "Thank God, you''re safe."


    These past few days had been nerve-wracking for Shiyong, but seeing him now, her heart finally settled. Hugging him back, her eyes welled up, "I thought I''d never see you again. So much has happened these past few days..."


    Cui Yi placed a finger on her lips, "We''ll talk later. Zhai Zicheng is waiting outside to assist us. We must leave now."


    Shiyong nodded immediately, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall, and followed him out of bed.


    The maid by the bed lay unconscious, but Shiyong didn''t have time to care. Putting on her shoes, she was about to run out when a sharp voice called from outside, "Oh!"


    Shiyong paused, and Cui Yi quickly signaled her to wait, pulling out a small box containing hidden weapons and heading towards the door.


    "Changsun, His Majesty requests your presence at the Wan Sheng Palace," came the voice of Fude, the head eunuch of the Wan Sheng Palace, not someone from Yan Shou Palace.


    Cui Yi gave a signal��kill him and escape?


    Shiyong immediately signaled no��impossible! Fude wouldn''t come alone. If the hidden weapon didn''t kill everyone instantly, they''d be caught.


    Cui Yi frowned, unsure, while Shiyong mouthed, "I''ll go and return soon, wait here." Cui Yi frowned deeper but had no other choice, reluctantly nodding.


    Shiyong responded, "Understood, allow me to change clothes."


    Fude chuckled mockingly. Shiyong signaled Cui Yi to hide under the bed, then adjusted her clothing and opened the door.


    Sure enough, Fude and several imperial guards were waiting in the courtyard. Seeing her, he smiled sardonically, "Lady Changsun, why is there no one guarding your door? What if an assassin got in?"


    Ignoring his question, Shiyong simply said, "Lead the way, sir."


    Fude laughed again, gesturing elegantly, "Please."


    From Nongdieju to Wan Sheng Palace, they encountered no servants from Yan Shou Palace. Shiyong felt uneasy but had no choice but to follow Fude to the Wan Sheng Palace.


    It was already the eleventh hour of the night, yet the Imperial Study was brightly lit. It seemed Cui Jie, like before, was a diligent emperor.


    If only he weren''t so cunning, suspicious, and ruthless, he could have become a wise ruler. Shiyong thought regretfully. Cui Jie valued power too much, neglecting the fundamental aspect of a monarch��reputation. Having executed countless people since ascending the throne, perhaps she might witness his downfall if she lived long enough.


    Fude announced, "Your Majesty, Lady Changsun, wife of Prince Wu, is here."


    Seated at his desk reviewing documents, Cui Jie didn''t look up, "Bring her in."


    Fude bowed and stepped aside, "Lady Changsun, please."


    Entering the study, Shiyong felt a chill as Fude closed the door behind her. This was her first time stepping into the Imperial Study, albeit not as a queen but as a sister-in-law.


    Cui Jie trusted no one; even the Imperial Study had no attendants. Shiyong wondered absurdly if he intended to make her serve tea or feed him ginseng slices. Adjusting her sleeves, she knelt and paid her respects, "Your humble servant pays her respects, Your Majesty."


    "Do you know why I summoned you?" Cui Jie asked indifferently, without looking at her.


    "If Your Majesty worries about me revealing what happened that night, you needn''t. No matter how estranged we are, as Queen, my younger sister, exposing such dishonor would mean her death and the extermination of the Changsun family for deceiving the throne. How could I escape responsibility as her elder sister?"


    Putting down his vermilion pen, Cui Jie closed the document and picked up his tea cup, "Good to know."


    Shiyong thought, I know far more than you ever will.


    Taking a sip of ginseng tea, Cui Jie continued, "But since I intend to suppress this matter, even if you reveal it, it won''t matter. Now that you''re under the Empress Dowager''s protection, it''s difficult to remove you from Yan Shou Palace. I wouldn''t summon you for such trivial matters."


    "Then...?"


    Cui Jie glanced at her from afar, making Shiyong shiver. Not wanting to appear guilty, she forced herself to meet his gaze.


    "Why does the Empress Dowager protect you?" Cui Jie asked.


    Shiyong shook her head honestly. She had pondered this for days without any clues.


    "The Rong family produced many valiant generals in the past. Their women are equally formidable, sometimes even more ruthless than men. To survive, they abandon their parents, siblings, even husbands, and even their own children," Cui Jie pointed to his chest, "Their hearts belong only to themselves."


    Shiyong frowned, and Cui Jie continued, "General Rong Qingxue, who aided the founding emperor in expanding the empire, was poisoned by his own daughter merely because he wanted to marry her off to a political rival. Later, her son, my maternal grandfather, was killed by his own sister over a dispute over inheritance. A weak woman used a kitchen knife to murder her brother whom she watched grow up."


    With a mocking smile, Cui Jie added, "Believe it or not, facts are facts. Women from the Rong family are more terrifying than ghosts."


    "How dare you speak of your mother like that?" Shiyong interrupted coldly.


    Cui Jie laughed, "Changsun Shiyong, you''re intelligent but too kind-hearted. Your kindness overshadows your wisdom. When it comes to family, you can''t make rational decisions, no matter how deeply they hurt you."


    Suppressing her anger, Shiyong retorted, "This is basic filial piety."


    "No! That''s stupidity!" Cui Jie stood up, shouting, "True filial piety exists only when your parents love you. They don''t care about your survival; they only see wealth and status. Even so, you still consider them family. Isn''t that foolish?"


    Shiyong wanted to argue but found herself speechless.


    "Do you know you''re pregnant?" Cui Jie suddenly asked.


    Shiyong was stunned, "What?"


    Laughing loudly, Cui Jie mocked, "You''re usually so clever, yet you didn''t realize you were pregnant?"


    Still in shock, Shiyong remained silent.


    Cui Jie clapped his hands, and Fude entered with two cups of tea. Pointing to them, Cui Jie commanded, "One contains abortifacient safflower, the other arsenic. Choose wisely."


    Shiyong''s lip twitched, but after a moment, she picked up the safflower cup. Cui Jie nodded approvingly, "A wise decision. Fude, escort her back and ensure she drinks it."


    "Yes, Your Majesty."


    Back at Yan Shou Palace, Shiyong drank the safflower under Fude''s watchful eye. He mocked sarcastically, "A wise decision, hahaha..." Ignoring him, Shiyong slammed the door shut.


    Once alone, Cui Yi emerged from the bed curtains, "Are you alright? What did they make you drink?"

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    "Coldly," Shiyong replied, "Safflower."


    "What''s that?" Cui Yi asked, confused. Shiyong explained, "An abortifacient."


    Cui Yi went berserk, grabbing her arm, "Did you drink it?"


    "I had to. Safflower or arsenic, which would you choose?" Shiyong countered.


    His expression was a mix of sorrow and relief, "So it''s gone?"


    Smiling warmly, Shiyong said, "There was nothing to begin with. How could it be gone?"


    Still bewildered, Cui Yi didn''t understand. Smiling, Shiyong pinched his cheek, "Hurry up, dawn is approaching." Still dazed, Cui Yi eventually snapped out of it, leading Shiyong over the wall to escape Yan Shou Palace.


    In the quiet night, the palace was dark except for distant torches carried by patrolling guards. Cui Yi led Shiyong swiftly, whispering, "How did you get in with such tight security?"


    "There''s a drainage channel in the palace. One of the iron grates is wider and rusted. I broke a few bars and got in," Cui Yi whispered back, "We must leave before midnight, or we''ll be trapped."


    Curious, Shiyong wondered why midnight was significant. Upon reaching the exit, the stench hit her��the drainage outlet behind the imperial kitchen where vegetable washing water flowed. The kitchen staff arrived early to prepare breakfast, explaining why midnight was critical.


    The palace''s vast amounts of food waste flowed through this channel. To prevent clogging, the gaps between the grates were wider. Shiyong saw broken bars sticking out, wide enough for a person to squeeze through.


    Despite the foul smell, Shiyong held her breath and crawled through. Emerging on the other side, someone helped her out, wrapped her in a fur cloak, and guided her into a carriage.


    "Thank you," Shiyong wiped her face with a towel. Cui Yi joined her in the carriage, followed by Zhai Rang.


    Zhai Rang avoided eye contact, speaking softly to Cui Yi, "We must hurry, Your Highness." Cui Yi nodded, "Thank you."


    The carriage rumbled toward the city gate. Cui Yi rubbed Shiyong''s hands to warm them, occasionally glancing at her.


    Shiyong smiled, "What are you looking at? Speak up."


    Cui Yi asked, "Earlier, you mentioned safflower and something about ''nothing to begin with.'' What did you mean?"


    Shiyong sighed, "I knew you''d ask." Taking a deep breath, she added, "Soon we''ll be out. A hot bath, ginger soup, and a good night''s sleep will fix everything."


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    "Ginger soup?" Shiyong suddenly realized, "That explains it!"


    Cui Yi looked puzzled, "Explains what?"


    "When I was taken to Yan Shou Palace, I was wearing only a single layer of clothing. A doctor came to check my pulse. I thought it was to prevent illness, but now I understand the Empress Dowager wanted to know if I was pregnant," Shiyong explained.


    Cui Yi processed this, "She thought you were pregnant?"


    Nodding, Shiyong continued, "The Empress Dowager pampered me because of this supposed pregnancy. Even when the Emperor requested to take me away, she refused and offered to adopt me."


    Cui Yi grimaced, "The Rong family women are selfish and ruthless. Such sudden kindness must conceal a sinister plot."


    Shiyong laughed, "You''re right. The Emperor told me the same thing. My mother-in-law warned me to beware of the Empress Dowager, saying Rong women are capable of anything."


    "When the Emperor mentioned red flower and arsenic, I understood the Empress Dowager''s true intention," Shiyong paused dramatically, "She plans to assassinate the Emperor."


    Cui Yi gasped, nearly shouting, but Shiyong covered his mouth, "Shh!"


    It was disbelief that made him brush her hand away, trying his best to lower his voice. "This is impossible! The Emperor is her only son. If she kills the Emperor, how can she still hold the position of Empress Dowager? You must be mistaken."


    Holding Ying slowly shook her head. "At first, I didn''t think of this either, because just like you, I thought it was absolutely impossible. But Prince, do you think Rong Shi is content with being Empress Dowager?"


    Cui Yi narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and remained silent for a moment before asking in astonishment, "Does she want to become an Empress herself?"


    Holding Ying smiled. "That would not be the case. Let me explain. Suppose I agreed to be her adopted daughter. Her next step would be to kill both the Emperor and you. I don''t know exactly how she plans to do it, but I believe with her intelligence and courage, she can definitely achieve it. Perhaps by fabricating a political coup where both sides suffer. At that time, among the seven sons of the late Emperor, from the eldest to the fourth, all capable ones will be dead. The fifth and sixth have already been exiled from the capital, and the seventh is missing. Who then has the right to inherit the throne?"


    Cui Yi immediately replied, "My elder brother has a son, though born of a concubine, he is the rightful heir."


    "Yes, but it''s not just him. Apart from the Emperor''s son, the living Fifth Prince and Sixth Prince also have the right. Not only them, even the deceased Third Prince and Fourth Prince, their sons are descendants of the royal bloodline. As long as someone is willing, they can become the emperor."


    Cui Yi��s mouth opened, and his expression froze, clearly understanding now. Holding Ying sighed, "So the Empress Dowager''s plan is to make your son and mine the emperor. Why not the Emperor''s son? The reason is simple: family ties cannot be severed. That concubine won��t willingly be the Empress Dowager''s pawn, but I am different. Once you die and the Changsun family falls, I will have no choice but to rely on her. Even if I try to resist, I will have no power. Maybe even before the new emperor is weaned, I will be killed. By then, she will be the highest-ranking person in the palace. Who dares say no to her?"


    Cui Yi gasped, as if hearing a huge joke. "She... She would kill her own son for absolute power?"


    Holding Ying lowered her eyes and said, "I think it''s mostly because the Emperor was the first to be ruthless, so the Empress Dowager became unrighteous. Every bit of ruthlessness the Emperor possesses comes directly from the Empress Dowager. On the surface, they are allies, but beneath the water, they might have wanted to kill each other long ago."


    Cui Yi thought about it and still felt something was off. His mind struggled for a while before stammering, "But if she wants to be Empress Dowager, wouldn''t the most suitable candidate be the Queen''s child? It''s legitimate and carries her bloodline. Besides, the Queen is in the palace. Killing the Queen isn''t easier than killing you?"


    Holding Ying blinked at him. "But the Queen can''t bear children anymore."


    Cui Yi: "..."


    Just as Holding Ying was about to continue explaining, the carriage swayed to a stop. Outside came the shouts of the city gate guards, "Who goes there! Where are you going so late at night?"


    The two immediately fell silent. Zhai Rang jumped down from the front of the carriage and greeted the questioning people with a bow. "Dear soldiers, you must be tired. I''m just running errands for someone. Sir Dai''s son-in-law has some urgent matters at home. He needs to rush back tonight. So here I am, troubling you gentlemen. Please let us pass. This is a small token of appreciation for your hard work guarding the night shift."


    The city gate guards had already received instructions from Sir Dai, knowing his daughter and son-in-law would leave the city tonight. With the silver from Zhai Rang, they shouted to open the gate. Inside the carriage, Holding Ying slumped her shoulders, relaxed, and nodded at Cui Yi��Sir Dai was indeed reliable.


    Cui Yi''s lips curled up slightly, feeling somewhat proud. However, the carriage that had just moved forward was stopped again. "Wait!"


    All three inside the carriage felt a jolt. They wondered who this unexpected troublemaker could be.


    A man hurried down from the city wall. Zhai Rang''s face turned white instantly, and his lips quivered as he struggled to speak, "G-Gentleman Guo... "


    Cui Yi was confused. Who was this Guo gentleman, appearing so late at night at the city gate? Sir Dai had already given orders to let them pass. How powerful was he to dare obstruct them?


    Holding Ying was equally puzzled. She went through all the surnames of Guo in her mind but found none that matched. Could he have appeared out of nowhere?

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    This Guo gentleman was actually the middle-aged fat man beside Cui Jie. He didn��t believe what Changsun Tai said about Cui Yi turning back halfway. Since the Wu King��s wife was trapped in the palace, the Wu King would certainly risk entering the city to save her. So, he strengthened the city defenses and tirelessly patrolled between several gates. After several days of peace, he didn��t slacken, firmly believing his guess was correct.


    Zhai Rang recognized him and immediately broke into a sweat, unable to speak coherently. The Guo gentleman smiled warmly and descended the city gate steps, greeting him, "Master Zhai, where are you going so late at night?"


    "I-I... commoner... have some... urgent matters..." Zhai Rang stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence. Inside the carriage, Cui Yi and Holding Ying held their breaths, fearing he might betray them again.


    The Guo gentleman responded with a meaningful "Oh" and walked around the carriage, never taking his eyes off it. Inside, Cui Yi held Holding Ying with one hand and reached into his robe for hidden weapons. Holding Ying sensed this and firmly pressed his hand down, mouthing, "Don��t kill him! If you kill him, we won��t get out."


    Sweat beads formed on Zhai Rang''s forehead. He was clearly hesitating whether to confess. This scholar was indeed timid and indecisive, although understandable under the circumstances. Holding Ying was anxious!


    "I wonder who stopped the carriage��it''s Gentleman Guo."


    At this critical moment, reinforcements arrived.


    Sir Dai, clad in armor with a red cape fluttering behind him, marched forward with a group of men. In a gruff voice, he asked, "Do you want to search the carriage, Gentleman Guo?"


    The Guo gentleman smiled and bowed. "Not at all. I just found it odd to see a carriage leaving the city late at night and decided to check. Turns out it''s Brother Zhai, so we chatted a bit."


    Sir Dai snorted in dissatisfaction. Pointing at the carriage, he said, "Inside are my daughter and son-in-law. Something urgent has come up at their in-laws'' place, requiring them to return immediately. Is that not allowed?"


    The Guo gentleman smiled again. "Of course, but these are extraordinary times. I am ordered by the Emperor to strictly inspect those entering and leaving. Please allow me to take a look inside. As long as they��re not the ones the Emperor wants, they can leave immediately."


    Sir Dai exploded in anger. "Guo Ziyan! What do you mean? Are you accusing me of harboring a fugitive and deceiving the Emperor?"


    Inside the carriage, Holding Ying was shocked��Guo Ziyan! So it was him! No wonder she couldn''t recall anyone fitting the description. He wasn��t dead after all!


    Guo Mao, styled Ziyan, was a strategist for the Fifth Prince Cui Hong. Disappointed by Cui Hong��s lack of ambition, he intended to join Cui Yi but was preemptively killed by Cui Jie. In her previous life, this happened more than a year ago, explaining why she couldn��t remember him.


    Holding Ying remembered the significant impact Guo Mao��s death had in court, causing considerable distress for Cui Jie.


    Guo Mao was highly adept at interpersonal relations, using Cui Hong as a stepping stone to connect with various officials, making him a versatile figure. Unfortunately, his master was incompetent, eventually expelled from the capital.


    Guo Mao chose such a master partly due to Cui Hong��s maternal uncle��s special background��the fourth woman in his family to marry into the imperial house. This advantage led Guo Mao to misjudge the situation, thinking Cui Hong, backed by strong relatives, could ascend the throne. Despite realizing his mistake later, he didn��t immediately switch sides but used Cui Hong��s advantages to build his network.


    Initially considered a potential ally, Guo Mao unexpectedly became an enemy. From this lifetime��s experience, the subsequent plots were likely orchestrated by him, showing confidence in strategy. He was undoubtedly a formidable adversary!


    "Not at all. As a subject, sometimes we must act against our will. Sir Dai surely understands," Guo Mao spoke politely yet firmly, maintaining his stance. Both sides stood firm at the city gate.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    Sir Dai had no immediate solution and could only glare at him. Zhai Rang alternately tightened and loosened his grip on the reins, uncertain.


    At this moment, a man ran over from afar, shouting, "Gentleman Guo! A suspicious carriage was stopped at Dinghua Gate. A man and a woman inside refused to show themselves. The man seemed ready to fight. Please come and take a look!"


    Guo Mao��s small eyes lit up. "Who are they?"


    The soldier replied, "A man and a woman. The man looks like a fighter, and the woman seems delicate. They refuse to get out or reveal their identities. The man seems prepared to fight. Please come and inspect."


    Guo Mao��s eyes flashed with doubt and looked back at Zhai Rang��s carriage. Sir Dai angrily said, "You''ve caught the carriage you wanted to stop. Still holding my daughter and son-in-law? Or do you need to see my daughter��s face?"


    As he reached for the door, Guo Mao quickly apologized and hurried toward Dinghua Gate.


    Inside the carriage, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Holding Ying whispered, "Father."


    Sir Dai waved. "Go!" Zhai Rang whipped the horses, driving the carriage out of the city.


    "Zhai Zigeng is indeed a fence-sitter. We almost got killed by him," Holding Ying whispered to Cui Yi. "Anyone can drive a carriage. Why did we choose him?"


    Cui Yi whispered back, "He insisted on coming, saying he wanted to atone. For Cheng Lady��s sake, we owe him. Consider it settled. Don��t associate with him anymore."


    Holding Ying nodded. Although Zhai Rang wrote well, he lacked integrity. Continuing contact would harm both parties. Better to part ways.


    Due to unexpected delays, the carriage continued to Gong County, Zhai Rang��s hometown. Cui Yi, physically strong, endured the cold. Only Holding Ying bathed at Bai Lianzan��s parents�� home. Bai Lianzan��s fianc��e, Xu Shi, provided clean clothes and food supplies. Under the cover of darkness, they set off again.


    Before leaving, Holding Ying told the hesitant-looking Zhai Rang, "Brother Zhai, thanks to you, we escaped. We��ll remember this forever. Goodbye, hoping to reunite someday. I��ll spare no effort to rescue Sister Cheng and reunite your family."


    Zhai Rang, ashamed, waved his hand and said softly, "Go."


    Knowing he was still indecisive, Holding Ying left without further words.


    Upon returning to Cheng Fu, Zhai Rang found the capital had changed. Emperor Qisheng confined the Empress Dowager to Yanshou Palace for plotting against the Queen��s family. All servants in Yanshou Palace were replaced, and the Empress Dowager was ordered to reflect in isolation. The Rong family protested, gathering many to kneel before Wansheng Palace. Cui Jie claimed illness and didn��t appear, leaving them kneeling in the cold wind all day.


    Cheng Hu sat waiting in the hall. Zhai Rang, head down, dared not enter. "Father-in-law."


    "You''re back," Cheng Hu��s face looked aged overnight.


    Zhai Rang lowered his head. "Yes, Your Majesty... they��ve escaped safely. Son-in-law..."


    With a thousand words unspoken, he swallowed them back.


    Cheng Hu��s voice rasped like a broken bellows, accompanied by coughing. "Good. Go, Zigeng."


    "Son-in-law is here."


    "Pack your things and leave with Shujin. Return to Gong County, your parents'' side. Away from the capital, you''re no longer a threat. The Emperor won��t bother you."


    Zhai Rang, overwhelmed with guilt, dropped to his knees. "Father-in-law!"


    Cheng Hu��s wrinkled face twitched, attempting a smile but failing. "You needn��t worry. Guo Ziyan didn��t see inside the carriage. Even if he suspects you, he lacks evidence. Take care."


    Zhai Rang��s guilt surged like a tidal wave. Kneeling outside the hall, he cried, "Father-in-law!"


    Cheng Hu chuckled weakly, head drooping, black blood trickling from his mouth.


    "Father-in-law��!"


    On March 15th of the second year of Qisheng, Cheng Hu committed suicide by poisoning at home. Zhai Rang took his young daughter, Zhai Shujin, back to Gong County. Meanwhile, unaware of events, Cui Yi and Holding Ying rushed toward Jiangzhou.


    Stopping by the roadside, Holding Ying woke up drowsily. Cui Yi opened the door, saying, "Wake up, eat something before sleeping."


    Holding Ying yawned, reaching for the blue cloth bag, unwrapping the steamed bun wrapped in oil paper. Handing it to Cui Yi, he grabbed two buns and devoured them hungrily.


    "How did you know the drainage grille in the Imperial Kitchen was wider?" Holding Ying split a bun, adding cured meat, and handed it back.


    Cui Yi, choking on the buns, grabbed the water skin. "Slow down. No one��s fighting you."


    After swallowing, he answered, "When I was young, chasing a squirrel, I ended up stuck in the gap. Several guards pried the bars to free me. Father punished me by kneeling for two hours. Mother knelt outside Wansheng Palace for two hours to plead for mercy."


    Mentioning Consort Duan, Cui Yi fell silent. Holding Ying pondered comforting him but heard him say, "Fortunately, Huaiyou wasn��t caught. Finding him safe and sound and bringing him back to Yan Prefecture fulfills Mother��s last wish."


    "Huaiyou will be fine. Trust me, Your Majesty," Holding Ying reassured him, pleased to see his resilience.


    After eating, they resumed their journey. Holding Ying, refreshed, learned to drive the carriage, allowing Cui Yi to rest inside.


    Continuing southward without hindrance, Cui Yi left markers along the way. Two days later, Cao Qian brought two thousand troops to rendezvous with them near the border of Jingxi and Jiangzhou.


    Zhong Family welcomed them in Maocounty.


    "How did you persuade the Zhongs?" Holding Ying asked.


    "Nothing much," Cui Yi replied, holding her hand. Behind them, Cao Qian followed closely.


    Entering the courtyard, they saw an official in green robes and a civilian dressed man waiting. Surprisingly, the man looked young, leading her to assume a younger generation member handled negotiations. But as they approached, she realized he was at least forty, with jet-black hair, straight posture, and piercing eyes, exuding authority. This was Zhong Yuan Shan, the current patriarch of the Zhong family and Governor of Jiangzhou.


    Though expecting a decision-maker, she hadn��t anticipated Zhong Yuan Shan himself. Known for loyalty and military prowess, he had previously shown indifference toward Cui Yi.


    Despite her initial shock, she noted his commanding presence. Entering the hall, the magistrate rose to greet them. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, welcome. Your journey must have been arduous."


    Cui Yi acknowledged with a nod and approached Zhong Yuan Shan, bowing deeply. "Second Uncle."


    Holding Ying was stunned. This was Zhong Yuan Shan, the Zhong family��s leader!


    Though aware a key figure would attend, she hadn��t expected Zhong Yuan Shan personally. He commanded three states in the south and had a reputation for suppressing pirates and rebellions.


    From a patriotic perspective, he was a role model, but personally, he seemed cold and indifferent. Even when Cui Yi died at Bailingang, he showed no emotion, continuing to serve Cui Jie faithfully.


    However, perhaps...


    Watching him closely, she sensed a possible change.


    After assessing Cui Yi''s expression, it seemed that with his former arrogance, he wouldn''t rely on his uncle''s family''s power. Thus, everyone kept their distance, each living their own life.


    "You are Changsun Chiyin?" Zhong Yuanshan slowly asked after Chiyin followed Cui Yi in a bow.

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    "You are Changsun Chiyin?" Zhong Yuanshan slowly asked after Chiyin followed Cui Yi in a bow.


    Chiyin took a step forward and bowed again, "Yes."


    Zhong Yuanshan squinted at her, his expression bearing some resemblance to Cui Yi''s. It appeared that despite not meeting often, there were inherent similarities between the uncle and nephew.


    "Previously, Ying Rong threatened suicide to persuade me to help him, asking why he suddenly wanted the world. He said it was because of you," Zhong Yuanshan stated.


    Chiyin was momentarily stunned but quickly understood. Indeed, Cui Yi had decided to contend for the throne only after being forced to marry Xie Yuchan, and saying it was because of her wasn''t far-fetched.


    However, Zhong Yuanshan changed his tone, "Because of you, he believed he could compete with the Emperor and sit on the Golden Dragon Throne, becoming a wise ruler. Initially, I thought you were someone extraordinary, but now I see nothing particularly remarkable about you." His gaze showed clear disdain.


    Cui Yi''s eyebrows twitched, frowning, seemingly annoyed by his uncle''s words but unable to retort.


    Upon hearing this, Chiyin smiled gently, "Second Uncle, your words are mistaken. Whether I am extraordinary or not is irrelevant. The one who will be emperor is the Prince. As long as he has the ability, that��s enough. After all, it''s the seed that determines what grows, not the soil."


    The three people in the hall were momentarily stunned. The magistrate couldn''t help but praise, "Your Highness''s words are brilliant!"


    Cui Yi turned to look at her, his expression complex. He never doubted Chiyin''s significant role in changing his life��recruiting talents, preparing food and troops, even humbling herself to secure stronger support, and meticulously planning for possible exile. From seeds to farming techniques and medicine, she considered everything meticulously. It could be said that everything he had today was thanks to Chiyin.


    Yet, Chiyin attributed her achievements to him, considering herself merely the soil nurturing the seed.


    Such a thoughtful and intelligent woman, facing others'' doubts, compared herself to soil, willing to contribute silently without taking credit. Many men dream of such a virtuous wife!This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    "I admit, Changsun Chiyin, you are indeed unique," Zhong Yuanshan slightly retracted his contempt, his tone becoming serious, "but there is one more thing I need to tell you."


    Chiyin smiled slightly, "I''m all ears."


    Zhong Yuanshan said meaningfully, "If the soil is barren and nothing grows, then no matter how good the seed, it would be useless."


    His words carried hidden praise. Chiyin smiled and thanked him, "Yes, thank you for your guidance, Second Uncle."


    With this, the test of Chiyin was temporarily over. Zhong Yuanshan picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying, "Xuanzhou is rich in fish and rice, with strong troops and ample provisions. It can''t be easily attacked. You''ve been traveling for days; you must be tired. Rest first, and we''ll discuss further tomorrow."


    This indicated his agreement. Cui Yi''s brows relaxed immediately, and he hurriedly thanked him.


    Chiyin finally understood why Cui Yi had been reluctant to explain how he convinced the Zhong family. He hadn''t managed to convince them at all! Zhong Yuanshan was a military strategist who wouldn''t be swayed by mere words. Rebellion was no trivial matter, and failure meant eternal disgrace. In Zhong Yuanshan''s eyes, Cui Yi was unfit to shoulder the burden of ruling the empire. Even if he was his nephew, he wouldn''t assist him.


    If all relatives were like him, the Central Plains would remain united and peaceful forever.


    "That''s why the Prince didn''t want to talk about it. He couldn''t convince his Second Uncle," Chiyin teased while massaging her sore shoulders after returning to their guest room.


    Cui Yi blushed, stubbornly defending himself, "Who says I couldn''t convince him? Given more time, I definitely could. I was worried about you! Afraid you''d be captured by your father or brother and subjected to who knows what. By then, even convincing my Second Uncle would be too late!"


    Chiyin laughed awkwardly, waving her hand to defuse the situation, "Alright, alright, the Prince is amazing, the most amazing. We need to rest early tonight to discuss attacking Xuanzhou tomorrow. These past few days, you��ve been swimming, traveling, and avoiding the imperial army. You haven��t relaxed at all. This pace isn''t sustainable."


    Cui Yi responded with a grunt, seizing the opportunity to embrace her from behind, "We should relax properly."


    Chiyin stumbled, "Hey! That''s not what I meant!" Ignoring her protests, Cui Yi pulled her onto the bed, closing the curtains. Soon, intimate sounds filled the room until late into the night.


    The next morning, they both got up early. After breakfast, a servant came to inform them that Zhong Yuanshan invited them to the study to discuss matters.


    Chiyin carefully applied makeup in front of the mirror. Cui Yi watched, exasperated, "It''s not like you''re meeting your in-laws for the first time. Does it really matter if the eyebrow pencil is thick or thin?"


    "Do you even know what ''eyebrow pencil'' means?" Chiyin teased, "Today''s meeting is crucial. Are we meeting Zhong Yuanshan, your second uncle, or Governor Zhong of Jiangzhou? We must be prepared."


    Cui Yi paused, questioning, "Didn''t my uncle already agree to help? Otherwise, why would he invite us to discuss?"


    Chiyin finished her makeup, standing up, "It''s not that simple. My uncle is experienced and heads a family. His decision affects the entire Zhong clan, Jiangzhou, and perhaps the fate of the empire. Just wait and see, he will likely test us again. Be mindful, but don''t argue. Remember, you��re destined to be emperor, so show magnanimity."

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    Zhong Yuanshan sneered, "War inevitably brings suffering. If you wish for peace and prosperity, you shouldn''t rebel."


    Cui Yi''s brow furrowed in anger, ready to retort, but Chiyin coughed, reminding him to stay calm.


    Zhong Yuanshan smirked, finding their interaction amusing but waiting for their response.


    "Second Uncle... your words are incorrect," Cui Yi suppressed his anger, trying to sound calm.


    "Oh? Please elaborate," Zhong Yuanshan leaned back, interested.


    Cui Yi took a deep breath, "My brother has always been power-hungry, forming factions and eliminating rivals since our father was alive. He plotted against his brothers and even his son. After Father passed away, he seized absolute power. Not only did he treat me, his estranged brother, poorly, but he also forced Third Brother to his death and now threatens even his mother, the Empress Dowager. How can the empire be peaceful under such a ruthless and suspicious ruler?"


    Zhong Yuanshan fell silent, then asked, "Third Prince was forced to death by the Emperor? He distrusts even the Empress Dowager?"


    "Yes," Cui Yi stood up, bowing deeply, "As the wise say, one who cannot tolerate others cannot rule the world. Please consider the future of the Chu Empire and its people, not just temporary peace. Now, besides me, no one can stop him."


    There was a prolonged silence before Zhong Yuanshan''s face lost its previous mocking expression, replaced by seriousness. After pondering, he nodded, "You have a point. But who said, ''One who cannot tolerate others cannot rule the world''? I''ve never heard of it."


    Cui Yi shamelessly replied, "My beloved consort told me this morning."


    Zhong Yuanshan and Chiyin were speechless.


    Zhong Yuanshan sternly said, "So it was taught by Lady Changsun. I thought you had matured through experience, not memorized lines for performance."


    Cui Yi struggled to respond, creating an awkward moment. Chiyin panicked, blurting out, "No, no! Second Uncle misunderstands. The Prince speaks from the heart. I haven''t made him memorize anything recently... uh..."


    Zhong Yuanshan stared blankly, "So Lady Changsun used to make the Prince memorize things?"


    Chiyin regretted her words, wanting to slap herself.


    Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuanshan burst into laughter, leaving them bewildered.


    "Excellent, Lady Changsun, you are excellent," Zhong Yuanshan said after laughing, clapping his knee.


    Chiyin nervously chuckled.


    Zhong Yuanshan stood up, "The last time I saw Ying Rong, he was a playful six-year-old who knew little. Who would have thought he��d become so eloquent? With you by his side, even mud can be molded into something useful."


    Chiyin was ecstatic, "Does this mean you��ll help the Prince?"


    Zhong Yuanshan finally smiled, "General Zhong Yuanshan, with twenty-five thousand Jiangzhou troops, pledges loyalty to Prince Wu. I will serve you with utmost dedication until death!" He knelt before them.


    Chiyin was overjoyed, but Cui Yi sullenly asked, "Second Uncle, who are you calling useless mud?"Stolen novel; please report.


    Zhong Yuanshan stiffened, but Cui Yi laughed, helping him up, "Second Uncle, rest assured, I won''t disappoint you and Mother!"


    Their discussion became genuine strategizing. Zhong Yuanshan, an outstanding general, had honed his skills through countless battles, making him more practical than Cui Yi. His age and experience gave him invaluable insights, especially in commanding naval forces��a rarity among northern generals. His knowledge significantly boosted Cui Yi''s chances of victory.


    With his decision made, Zhong Yuanshan shared detailed plans, discussing how to gradually capture Xuanzhou and form a solid rear line against the court. His strategies were novel even to Cui Yi. Their conversation was more like a learning session, as Zhong Yuanshan had already devised solutions to his earlier challenges.


    As the two discussed, Chiyin found herself increasingly lost, realizing warfare wasn''t suited for women. She excused herself to take a walk in the courtyard.


    Jiangzhou was in full bloom in late March. Pink peach blossoms adorned the yard, attracting birds. Cao Qian stood guard under a tree.


    "Lady Changsun, any news on Seventh Prince?" Cao Qian greeted her.


    "No, we continue searching, but..." Cao Qian looked troubled.


    "If there are difficulties, please speak freely," Chiyin encouraged.


    Cao Qian sighed, "Seventh Prince likely got lost. Searching blindly is futile. Finding him seems impossible."


    Chiyin sighed, knowing Cui Yi couldn''t abandon his brother. "Let��s ask the Prince later about any distinguishing features or places he might seek help."


    Cao Qian agreed, and during lunch, they asked Cui Yi.


    Cui Yi, surprisingly clueless, responded, "Features? What features? He has a head, face, eyes, nose, nothing special."


    Cao Qian was frustrated, unsure how to proceed.


    Listening to Zhong Yuanshan, he said, "If Your Highness cannot describe any specific features, perhaps we can wait until we reach Jiangzhou Prefecture and have Lu Ping draw a portrait for the Seventh Prince. That child has loved drawing since she was young, especially portraits. If Her Highness describes him roughly, Lu Ping can adjust as she draws. With a portrait, it will be easier to find him."


    Chi Ying curiously asked, "Lu Ping?"


    "Second uncle''s daughter," Cui Yi replied. "How many days does it take from here to Jiangzhou Prefecture? Huai You has been missing for half a month now. If anything happens to him, I truly won''t have the face to meet Mother in the afterlife." Zhong Yuanshan comforted him with a few words and then called for preparations for the carriage.


    Chi Ying had some psychological shadows regarding relatives by marriage. Looking at her own family and the Xie family, she wondered what kind of girl this Zhong Lu Ping would be. She hoped it wouldn��t be another spoiled lady who falls for Cui Yi, making it difficult to back out.


    But seeing Zhong Yuanshan��s upright demeanor, she thought his daughter probably wouldn''t be too peculiar. Noble ladies often had their quirks; even she wasn''t exempt. So she shouldn''t expect perfection.


    It took only four days by carriage from Mao County to Jiangzhou Prefecture. Entering the city, the carriage drove directly to the old residence of the Zhong family. The entire Zhong family, having received notice early, were all waiting at the entrance. There were about forty or fifty relatives, both close and distant, who knelt before Cui Yi. Inside the main hall, Cui Yi greeted each elder one by one, and Chi Ying also smiled until her face hurt and her waist ached from bowing.


    When Lady Zhong entered the palace, the old patriarch was still alive. With a golden phoenix flying out of their home, uncles and other relatives naturally refused to split up, all hoping to benefit from the connection. Among her peers, there were only two full-blooded sisters, but countless cousins and in-laws. Most were girls with various surnames from their husbands'' families. After greeting all the elders, they were greeted by their peers. Even with her good memory, Chi Ying felt dizzy after all the greetings.


    After the distant relatives left, only the parents of Empress Xiaolin, including Zhong Yuanshan and his two brothers along with their wives and children, remained. Naturally, Zhong Lu Ping was among them. When Chi Ying saw her during the greetings, she found her well-mannered and gentle-looking, which relieved her somewhat.


    "Your Highness, Lady, this is my daughter, Lu Ping," Zhong Yuanshan introduced, gesturing for his daughter to step forward.


    Zhong Lu Ping stepped forward gracefully, bowed, and said clearly, "Father mentioned the matter of the Seventh Prince in his letter. Though my skills in painting are not excellent, I am willing to help Your Highness and Lady."


    Her demeanor was neither coquettish nor overly humble, and Chi Ying couldn''t help but feel a liking towards her. Just as she was about to say something to bridge the relationship, Cui Yi spoke first.


    Cui Yi asked, "Cousin, how old are you? Have you been betrothed?"

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    Chi Ying found Zhong Lu Ping neither coquettish nor arrogant, with a proper appearance and clear voice, and felt a bit of fondness. She intended to say something to build rapport, but Cui Yi beat her to it.


    "Cousin, how old are you?" Cui Yi held a teacup and asked without hesitation, "Have you been betrothed?"


    Zhong Lu Ping was startled by his sudden question and didn''t know how to respond. Zhong Yuanshan was also surprised and didn''t react immediately. Fortunately, his wife, Lady Zhang, answered promptly, "Your Highness, my daughter is fifteen and has not been betrothed."


    Chi Ying felt puzzled. Although girls typically married at sixteen, it was uncommon for a fifteen-year-old girl not to have been betrothed. Most families arranged marriages when their daughters were twelve or thirteen, unless they were like her, hidden away by their fathers for royal matches. Why would a fifteen-year-old not have an engagement?


    She felt like crying��was this another girl waiting to marry her cousin?


    However, Cui Yi''s active inquiry about such matters was even more surprising to Chi Ying. What was he planning? To win over the Zhong family? Two years ago, she had suggested he seek connections through relatives, but now he seemed to have taken the initiative himself.


    After asking, Cui Yi didn''t follow up, leaving even Lady Zhang uncertain about his intentions. She glanced at her husband, and Zhong Yuanshan gave her a look to stay silent.


    Finding Huai You was the priority, so despite her doubts, Zhong Lu Ping quickly led them to her father''s study. Servants had already prepared ink and brushes. She thanked them politely and began sketching based on Chi Ying and Cui Yi''s descriptions. After more than half an hour and discarding dozens of drafts, Zhong Lu Ping managed to produce a portrait that was quite accurate.


    Chi Ying admired the drawing and exclaimed, "Sister, you have such skill! You can draw someone you''ve never seen so accurately. This gives us hope in finding Huai You."


    "Lady, you flatter me. I don''t deserve such praise," Zhong Lu Ping bowed slightly and replied with a smile.


    Cui Yi nodded approvingly, "Indeed, very well done. When did you start learning to paint?"


    Zhong Lu Ping hesitated, glanced at Chi Ying, and then answered humbly, "Your Highness, I started learning from a master at the age of seven."


    Cui Yi praised again, "Very good." Zhong Lu Ping, startled, used the excuse of needing to print the portrait and hurriedly left.


    Chi Ying watched her leave and then asked, "Does Your Highness think she is good?"


    Cui Yi smiled thoughtfully, "Yes, she is."


    Chi Ying choked and asked, "Is it the painting or the person?"


    "Both the painting and the person are good," Cui Yi pointed to a long landscape scroll hanging behind the desk, "People say that handwriting reflects one''s character, and the same goes for paintings. Someone who can create such works must have depth. Plus, she is also attractive. Whoever marries her will be very fortunate."Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Chi Ying felt a chill. Was she right? Did Cui Yi really fancy her?


    But seeing Zhong Lu Ping''s frightened reaction after being praised, she didn''t seem to be eager to climb the social ladder. Chi Ying tried to reassure herself and forced a smile, "Yes, most girls learn needlework and cooking, but few have such talent in painting as Sister Zhong. I think she is indeed very good."


    Cui Yi turned to her with a smile, "Do you think so too?"


    Chi Ying smiled outwardly but felt suffocated inside, "Indeed, she is good."


    The conversation didn''t continue further as Zhong Yuanshan sent someone to invite them for dinner. They went to the dining room together. Only Zhong Yuanshan, his wife, and their two sons were present, excluding Zhong Lu Ping. When Cui Yi inquired about her absence, Zhong Yuanshan explained, "Lu Ping is unmarried, so according to propriety, she should not dine with men. Therefore, she is eating in her room."


    Cui Yi simply nodded and was about to sit down when Lady Zhang added, "Your Highness and Lu Ping are cousins, so it should be fine for them to dine together. If Your Highness wishes..."


    Zhong Yuanshan coughed loudly, signaling her to stop talking. Chi Ying forced a smile and said, "Let''s not. As an unmarried lady, if Lu Ping dines with Your Highness and her reputation is tarnished, it would be unfortunate. Isn''t that right, Your Highness?"


    Cui Yi always listened to her and agreed. Lady Zhang looked disappointed, but Zhong Yuanshan changed the subject sternly, "Please, Your Highness, take your seat."


    Chi Ying realized that neither Zhong Yuanshan nor Zhong Lu Ping showed much interest in ingratiating themselves. Lady Zhang, however, seemed excited, apparently wanting to marry her daughter to Cui Yi. The problem was that Cui Yi himself seemed interested, actively engaging Zhong Lu Ping and praising her in front of Chi Ying, which was unusual.


    During dinner, Chi Ying couldn''t enjoy her meal, consumed by thoughts of Cui Yi''s words. Zhong Lu Ping was certainly better than Xie Yuchan and would be a suitable match for Cui Yi, the emperor''s legitimate son. With the backing of Empress Xiaolin''s family, it would be a beneficial union. Zhong Yuanshan was also supportive, and becoming a father-in-law would likely appeal to him.


    Perhaps it was time for Cui Yi to remarry. Chi Ying didn''t care much about titles, but the fact that Cui Yi hadn''t mentioned it made her uneasy. Maybe he intended to reserve the position of primary wife for someone else.


    With these thoughts, Chi Ying felt depressed. Lady Zhang''s attentiveness and the display of Zhong Lu Ping''s artwork in their room only deepened her melancholy. Once alone, she collapsed onto the dressing table, pulling out her hairpins and tossing them aside.


    Cui Yi stretched his shoulders and sighed, "Today was exhausting. Can you massage my shoulders?"


    Chi Ying, feeling frustrated, retorted, "You are a person, and so am I. If you are tired, I am too. Why should I be the one massaging your shoulders? Don''t we have servants?"


    There was silence behind her. Instead of feeling relieved, Chi Ying felt even worse. Despite years of noble education and enduring many hardships as Cui Yi''s concubine, she had never lost her temper. Now, just because Cui Yi hinted at marrying someone else, she had reacted poorly, which was embarrassing.


    Two voices fought within her��one accusing him of preferring a fresh, charming cousin over her, while the other reminded her that as a concubine, his consideration of her feelings was already commendable.


    Cheng Fengyi''s words finally rang true. She had reached a point where she couldn''t bear to see Cui Yi with another woman. While polygamy was common, it would make her unhappy.


    "What''s wrong with you today?" Cui Yi, though slow to understand, sensed her anger but didn''t know its cause.


    Chi Ying brushed aside her hairpins and buried her head, "Nothing, Your Highness. If you are tired, rest. I''m not sleepy."


    Cui Yi didn''t respond but walked behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and bending down, "Are you unwell? Should I call a doctor?"


    Chi Ying shook her head silently, feeling a sense of self-destruction. Men traditionally had multiple wives, and emperors even more so. Cui Yi tolerated her outbursts and cared for her health, yet she was prematurely jealous. It was unreasonable.


    Seeing her silence, Cui Yi grew concerned and forcibly lifted her, turning her around to find her eyes red and tears threatening to spill.


    Startled, he hugged her, asking anxiously, "What happened? Why are your eyes red? Did someone upset you? Are you unwell? Tell me, Chi Ying!"


    Chi Ying blinked, wiping away the tears, "Nothing, nothing. Your Highness is right. It''s been almost a year since Xie Yuchan died. It''s time for Your Highness to remarry. A primary wife can manage household affairs properly. As a concubine, it''s inappropriate for me to handle everything."


    Cui Yi was utterly confused, "What nonsense are you talking about? I told you long ago that you would be my only wife. Marrying that shrew was forced upon me. How could you bring this up now?"


    Chi Ying pulled her hand away and gripped his, "Zhong Lu Ping is gentle and talented, and being your cousin makes her an ideal match. Her father can also benefit Your Highness greatly. She is more suited to be the primary wife."


    Cui Yi was shocked, taking several steps back, "What are you saying?"


    Chi Ying wiped her nose, trying to hold back tears, "If you want to marry her, I won''t stop you."


    Cui Yi''s expression changed dramatically, lips trembling, "I never said I wanted to marry her!"


    Chi Ying cried, "If you didn''t mean to marry her, why did you ask about her marital status, compliment her painting, her character, and her looks, saying whoever marries her will be lucky..."


    Cui Yi was speechless, rubbing his forehead and sighing repeatedly. After a while, Chi Ying stopped crying, wiping her face and sobbing, "Lady Zhang seems eager to offer her daughter to you. If you like her, go ahead. I won''t stop you."


    "I don''t want to marry her!" Cui Yi roared, "I was thinking of finding a match for Gong Qi, who is lonely!"

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    Chi Ying froze, staring at him dumbfounded.


    Cui Yi paced, sitting on the bed, "Lu Ping is my second uncle''s daughter. In terms of family background, talent, appearance, and character, she is excellent. Since she is not betrothed, I wanted to secure her future."


    Chi Ying was speechless.


    Cui Yi stared at her, "So, was it a misunderstanding?"


    Chi Ying nervously replied, "Yes, I misunderstood."


    Cui Yi frowned, "Do you think so?"


    Chi Ying blushed deeply, wishing she could disappear. Without confirming the reason, she had assumed Cui Yi had fallen for another woman and had argued irrationally.


    Cui Yi motioned her closer, and she approached shyly, being pulled into his embrace.


    "I promised you, and I keep my word. You don''t need to worry," Cui Yi sighed.


    Chi Ying whispered, "I was too suspicious. I won''t do this again."


    Cui Yi smiled warmly, tapping her forehead, "I thought your intelligence was a good thing, but maybe it''s better if you''re a little less smart. Then you wouldn''t worry so much."


    Chi Ying leaned against his shoulder, "When I first came to the palace, I didn''t feel this way. But as time passed, I became more possessive. Just a few compliments on Zhong Lu Ping, and I couldn''t control myself. If you become emperor..."


    Cui Yi kissed her hair, "I am happy that you are jealous and cry for me. But I hope this doesn''t happen again. As they say, couples should trust each other completely."


    "It''s ''Bound by marriage, love and trust without doubt,''" Chi Ying corrected with a smile.


    "Whatever, I don''t read much poetry. Just remember, I trust you, and I hope you trust me," Cui Yi stroked her shoulder.


    Chi Ying nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.


    Cui Yi suddenly asked, "Isn''t it said that pregnant women become suspicious? Could it be..."


    Chi Ying blushed, defending herself, "No! My period just ended last month. Even if I was pregnant, the safflower would have terminated it!"


    Cui Yi grunted, "That bowl of safflower, I will settle the score with him someday."


    Chi Ying laughed, "Ling Fang is already infertile. How will you exact revenge?"


    Cui Yi grinned mischievously, "He will have to taste it himself. As they say, gratitude should be repaid generously. We''ll prepare a pot of safflower and force him to drink it."


    Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, "Enough, stop imagining such things. Aren''t you tired? Let me massage your back."The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Cui Yi pushed her playfully, "Aren''t you tired too? Let me massage your shoulders."


    They played around on the bed, laughing and teasing until they finally settled down.


    The next day, Cui Yi told Zhong Yuanshan about his intention to arrange a match for Yang Qiong. Zhong Yuanshan neither agreed nor disagreed, explaining that Lu Ping was their only daughter, cherished by the entire family, especially by her grandparents. Her marriage couldn''t be taken lightly and needed her consent.


    Cui Yi was a bit disappointed, but Chi Ying understood. Zhong Yuanshan knew nothing about Yang Qiong and wouldn''t easily agree to marry his daughter to someone without knowing him well, especially someone with no family and only military prowess. What if he didn''t treat her well?


    Cui Yi assured, "Yang Qiong risked his life to save Lady Cheng. He will definitely be a good husband, no less than me, and will not mistreat Lu Ping."


    Chi Ying laughed, "You sure know how to flatter yourself. He risked his life for Lady Cheng, showing deep affection. How can you force him to marry another woman, especially your cousin? Wouldn''t it be cruel to her?"


    Cui Yi responded seriously, "Even if he loves Lady Cheng, she is married. Does that mean he should never marry or have children?"


    Chi Ying agreed, realizing that Yang Qiong couldn''t remain single forever. His life as a soldier was precarious, and delaying marriage wasn''t wise.


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    It was decided that if he didn''t marry and have children soon, the Yang family''s spear techniques would be lost with him. His ancestors for eighteen generations would surely haunt his dreams to demand justice.


    Two days later, Chi Ying hinted at the matter again, not directly suggesting to marry Zhong L��ping to Yang Qiong but saying that since they respected L��ping''s opinion, it would be best for her to meet Yang Qiong in person. If she didn��t like him, neither Chi Ying nor Cui Yi would force her.


    Zhong Yuanshan still looked unwilling, but given their current cooperation, he couldn''t refuse outright. He agreed to discuss it with his parents and wife.


    At this time, Cui Xiang was finally found.


    The pampered Jing Prince had first gotten lost, then encountered a black inn where his money was stolen, and he ended up owing more money than he could pay. He was forced to work there as a laborer. However, being a prince, he had never done such menial tasks before. Over half a month, the value of broken dishes far exceeded the cost of one meal, making his debt even larger. Had it not been for the officials who found him with his portrait, he might have been working there forever.


    When Cui Xiang was returned to Jiangzhou, he was emaciated, his hair was disheveled, his beard unshaven, and his eyes sunken. His hands were full of chilblains from washing dishes in cold water daily.


    Seeing his brother in such a state, Cui Yi couldn''t help but gasp and sigh, "Huai You, why did you do this? Because you didn''t trust me and your second sister-in-law, you turned yourself into this mess. How can our mother rest in peace knowing this?"


    Cui Xiang, listless and supported by attendants, suddenly jumped up at his words: "What did you say? Our mother��she��is dead?"


    Cui Yi silently nodded, while Chi Ying softly consoled him: "On the night we left, the Emperor went to the Zui Die Shan Imperial Villa, and the next day, news came that the Empress Dowager had passed away. It seems she couldn''t hold on until we could return to rescue her. Huai You, don''t be too sad; her last wish was for you to escape suffering..."


    Before she finished, Cui Xiang broke free from the attendants and screamed at her: "How can I not be sad? How can I not be sad! Our mother died because of me, because of you, so unjustly, and you tell me not to be sad? Could you remain calm if it were you?!"


    "Huai You!" Cui Yi immediately stepped between them, pushing his brother back slightly, "Your second sister-in-law meant well, worrying about your health. Our mother��s tragic death in the villa��we will definitely seek revenge. You must believe in your second brother."


    Cui Xiang''s eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face: "Believe you? You abandoned our mother in the villa to suffer alone, escaping yourselves. How can I believe you? How can I believe you?"


    His emotions were running high, screaming loudly, spitting saliva all over Cui Yi��s face. Chi Ying quickly wiped it off: "We didn''t abandon our mother to escape. We explained it to you that day; only by ensuring your safety would our mother agree to leave with us. Her passing has saddened us all, especially the prince, who blames himself for her death. You are all her children; the prince''s pain is no less than yours!"


    Cui Xiang, half-supported and half-restrained by attendants, sneered: "You talk so beautifully, but if you truly wanted to save our mother, you wouldn''t have left her to suffer alone in the villa, dying so tragically." He fell to his knees, wailing, "Mother! Your unworthy son failed to see you one last time, failed to be with you until the end. Unworthy son!"


    Chi Ying sighed, knowing it wouldn''t be easy to persuade him, but she hadn''t expected him to be so stubborn, deeply distrusting both Cui Yi and herself.


    After crying and screaming for a while, Cui Yi stood beside him until he calmed down, then squatted down, patting his shoulder firmly: "Enough crying and screaming. Life must go on. Mother wouldn��t want you to fall apart. Remember, your enemy is not me. Stand up like a man, wait for the right moment, and avenge our mother."


    Cui Xiang looked miserable, sobbing: "Unworthy son..." Then, he slumped unconscious. Chi Ying quickly called for him to be carried inside, ordered him to be cleaned up, and instructed the kitchen to prepare some nourishing food.


    But Cui Xiang refused, sending back untouched meals, claiming he couldn''t eat rich food when his mother had died less than half a month ago.


    Cui Yi frowned, worried: "As the youngest son of the Emperor, Huai You hasn��t experienced much hardship. His grief over our mother��s death is understandable, but he can''t starve himself."


    Chi Ying suggested: "Or let him be for a few days. Right now, he is overwhelmed with sorrow. No amount of persuasion will work. Let him settle down, and then we can discuss the pros and cons. Maybe in a few days, he''ll come around."


    Cui Yi thought about it and agreed, sitting down to continue eating.

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    Cui Xiang��s eyes were swollen like a goldfish, his face pale, looking like a miserable young girl.


    Zhong L��ping sat opposite him, ladling a bowl of ginseng stewed old hen soup, placing it before him, patiently coaxing: "They say foster care surpasses birth. Wu Wang was raised by the Empress Dowager for twenty years, longer than you��ve known her. Even Wu Wang couldn��t bear to abandon her."


    "But he did," Cui Xiang bitterly smiled, staring at his reflection in the yellowish soup, feeling infinitely desolate.


    "Wu Wang may not have intended to. He explained he would return to rescue her. Why don��t you trust him?"


    Cui Xiang slumped, silent.


    Zhong L��ping picked up clean chopsticks to serve him: "I know you��re heartbroken. The Emperor is far away in the capital, you can��t blame him. Your grievances towards Wu Wang and the princess are understandable, but everything has limits. If you cross the line, Wu Wang might lose patience. By then, regret will be too late."


    Cui Xiang slammed his fist on the table: "I��m useless! I couldn��t protect or avenge our mother!"


    "Stop blaming yourself. Focus on recovering and working with Wu Wang to avenge her," Zhong L��ping gently placed her hand on his arm, soothing him. "Our mother in heaven wishes to see you and Wu Wang united, not divided over this."


    Cui Xiang lifted tearful eyes, and Zhong L��ping handed him a handkerchief: "Don��t cry anymore. Eat something. Shall I ask the kitchen to reheat your meal?"


    Cui Xiang shook his head: "No need. I��ll eat this." He finally picked up his chopsticks, taking a bite of fish.


    Seeing him finally eating, Zhong L��ping felt relieved, personally seeing him through dinner, then leaving with her maids.


    At the welcoming banquet the next day, not only did Cui Xiang attend, but Zhong L��ping also appeared. Chi Ying noticed Cui Xiang stealing glances at Zhong L��ping over twenty times during the meal, wondering if he had fallen in love with her at first sight.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    Although Cui Xiang was destitute, he was still a prince. Compared to Yang Qiong, the Zhong family would prefer him��but Cui Xiang was already married to a lady from the Rong family, meaning Zhong L��ping would only be a concubine. Better to follow Yang Qiong.


    Miles away in Yanzhou, Yang Qiong patrolling the city walls sneezed violently.


    Cui Xiang kept stealing glances at Zhong L��ping, who seemed oblivious. Chi Ying tested her feelings by inviting her for a garden stroll after dinner. Zhong L��ping, gentle and polite, naturally accompanied her.


    In April, Jiangzhou was in full bloom. The Zhong family garden was colorful, beautiful beyond words. Zhong L��ping pointed out: "This path is called Dream Path. Now only plum, apricot, and peach blossoms are blooming. In another two weeks, hibiscus, cypress, and cyclamen will bloom, creating a dreamlike scene. Walking here feels like being in paradise."


    "Really?" Chi Ying smelled a red plum branch.


    "Of course! If you and the prince stay till mid-April, you��ll see its beauty."


    Zhong L��ping picked a plum blossom, tucking it behind Chi Ying��s ear: "Red plums suit your fair skin perfectly."


    Zhong L��ping blushed as Chi Ying complimented her: "You look like a celestial maiden with white plum blossoms. You��re clever and dexterous. Whoever marries you will be blessed."


    Zhong L��ping shyly turned away: "Don��t tease me."


    "That day, Aunt said you weren��t betrothed yet, and Uncle mentioned your marriage should respect your wishes," Chi Ying hugged her arm. "Do you have someone in mind? Shall I be your matchmaker?"


    Zhong L��ping blushed deeper, giggling: "Many suitors came, but none impressed me. I want a warrior, not a scholar."


    Chi Ying teased: "Like the prince?"


    Zhong L��ping paled, kneeling: "Forgive me! I didn��t mean that. The prince and you are inseparable. I admire your bond, never wanting to interfere!"


    Chi Ying helped her up: "I was joking. Don��t worry. Since you prefer warriors, why not join us in Yanzhou? One of the prince��s generals is young and handsome. Would you like me to arrange a meeting?"


    Zhong L��ping blushed further: "You��re teasing me again!"


    Chi Ying pinched her cheek: "Look how happy you are talking about a suitor."


    Zhong L��ping shyly pulled her hand: "Sister!"


    Chi Ying laughed: "Alright, no more teasing. Since Cui Xiang is found, we��ll return to Yanzhou soon. Pack your things and come with us."


    Zhong L��ping happily agreed, and Chi Ying felt glad to have a companion in Yanzhou.


    A few days later, Cui Yi discussed everything with Zhong Yuanshan, preparing to return to Yanzhou. Zhong L��ping begged her parents to let her join, and surprisingly, Cui Xiang insisted on going to Yanzhou, citing his mother��s wish for him to support his brother. Chi Ying saw through it; he wanted to follow Zhong L��ping.


    From Jiangzhou to Yanzhou, the land route would pass through Xuanzhou, controlled by the Xie family. With Cui Jie setting up blockades, Zhong Yuanshan proposed taking the water route.


    "If we think of avoiding land by sea, the Emperor will too. What if he sends naval forces to intercept us?" Chi Ying asked, worried.


    Cui Yi, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, explained: "Uncle knows the Emperor will guard against the sea route, so we need a plausible reason to sail. Fortunately, we have an opportunity."


    Chi Ying, not involved recently, asked: "What opportunity?"


    Zhong L��ping interjected: "Is it the Dongchang merchant fleet coming to Jiangzhou for trade?"


    Cui Yi nodded: "Exactly. Every October, Dongchang merchants sail south to Jiangzhou, returning in April. Uncle suggests we board their ships, sailing north along the coast to Ma County in Xuanzhou, then continuing by land to Yanzhou."


    Chi Ying exclaimed: "Uncle��s idea is brilliant! Dongchang is a small but wealthy country. The Emperor won��t risk damaging relations, ensuring safe passage."


    Zhong L��ping asked: "What if the Emperor inspects the ships?"

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    Cui Yi clarified: "Uncle sent decoys traveling north by land, escorted by General Zhong Xing. This will divert the Emperor��s attention. Once we reach Ning County, Uncle will immediately march north, forcing the Emperor to focus on internal threats rather than us."


    Chi Ying praised: "Uncle��s military prowess will easily defeat Xie Xiao."


    Cui Yi added: "I also wrote to General Wen Yu, requesting two thousand Yanzhou troops to await us at the border. Upon landing, Zhong Xing will escort you north while I lead troops south, forming a pincer movement. Within three months, we��ll take Xuanzhou."


    Chi Ying found no fault, delighted: "Uncle��s plan is foolproof."


    Cui Yi, annoyed: "It��s my plan! Uncle commands eight thousand navy from the river mouth, with ten thousand cavalry and infantry supporting from the south bank. While the south fights skirmishes, the north will be decisive!"


    Chi Ying chuckled: "My mistake. Your strategy is brilliant, my lord!"


    Cui Yi, satisfied, opened the door: "The carriage is stuffy. I��ll ride outside. Enjoy your conversation."


    He left humming, and Zhong L��ping giggled, asking: "Do you always talk like this? Father described the prince as stern, but he��s quite different."


    "He��s usually serious," Chi Ying pointed outside, "Only with close ones does he relax."


    Zhong L��ping peeked out, seeing Cui Yi riding beside the carriage, ignoring flattery from a guard, responding minimally.


    Zhong L��ping covered her mouth and giggled for a while, then sat back in her original position, hugging her knees, and said enviously, "It''s really good to be like you and the Prince. If I could have such good fortune as you in the future, I would laugh even in my dreams."


    Chi Ying smiled, leaned against the carriage wall, smoothed out her skirt with her hand, and said lightly, "You will definitely be luckier than me in the future. The Prince is still just a prince now, and I can still interject on military matters even though I don''t understand them, and he won''t blame me. But once he ascends the throne and becomes emperor, there will no longer be room for me to speak about major court affairs. Even if he favors me, he has to consider the tongues of the censors. The days when we can talk like this will become fewer and fewer."


    Zhong L��ping stopped laughing, blinked at her, and looked a bit at a loss: "Sister... I didn''t mean to say that, please don''t take it to heart, I will never say it again!"


    Chi Ying smiled and shook her head, "Don''t blame yourself, it''s my own insecurity, wanting more and better, yet afraid of losing what I have now."


    "It won''t happen! I see that the Prince is not that kind of person. Even if he becomes emperor in the future, he will surely treat you as before. What couples say behind closed doors, how would outsiders know?" Zhong L��ping was anxious to defend Cui Yi, fearing her words might hurt Chi Ying, "You must believe in the Prince. You two are a couple who have gone through hardships together, he will always remember your kindness and treat you well forever!"


    Chi Ying smiled faintly and said, "I know. Are you hungry? It''s almost lunchtime. Let''s find an inn by the roadside to eat something and continue our journey." She thus changed the subject.


    The group of four arrived at Ning County Harbor in Jiangzhou two days later. The Zhong family had previously given a large sum of money to merchants from Dongchang and made it clear that they did not need to take responsibility if things did not go as planned, only needing to claim they were deceived, so Emperor Qisheng would not make things difficult for them. If successful, they would benefit greatly when the new emperor ascended the throne. Thus, the four of them easily joined a merchant convoy.


    Dongchang merchants claimed to their fellow travelers that they were children of wealthy families in Jiangzhou, eager to see the beautiful scenery of Dongchang. They left the bay of Jiangzhou with the fleet on the second day after the Jiangzhou army raised its banner in rebellion.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    The journey north went smoothly, but it took some effort to seek supplies during stopovers at various ports in Xuanzhou. Zhong Yuanshan led the Jiangzhou navy westward along the river, like a dragon emerging from water, biting into the softest part of Chu''s belly. Many regions in Xuanzhou, which had not experienced war for many years, were caught off guard, prices soared, logistics were mismanaged, and it was hard to even find people to fetch water.


    At Chi Ying''s request, Cui Yi followed the servants of Dongchang to fetch water ashore. He was young and strong, and with his innate strength, he could easily carry hundreds of pounds of water barrels alone, leaving a very good impression on other merchants. Many came to Chi Ying to inquire about which noble family''s children they were, expressing interest in doing business with them next year. In fact, they saw that Cui Yi was extraordinary and had great prospects, merely seeking an opportunity to get closer.


    "Traditionally, officials'' families are not allowed to engage in commerce, but salaries are ultimately insufficient. Emperors of all dynasties have turned a blind eye to this, as long as they do not do anything outrageous, they will not interfere," Chi Ying answered Zhong L��ping''s question with a smile after sending away the Dongchang merchants.


    Cui Yi happened to return at that moment, pushed the door open, and asked, "What is considered outrageous?"


    Chi Ying put down her teacup and went to greet him, wiping the sweat off his face: "I was talking to Sister Zhong about business, mentioning that officials are forbidden to engage in commerce. �� The Prince must be tired from fetching water, I''ve ordered hot water to be prepared for you to take a bath, let me massage you."


    Zhong L��ping also tactfully stood up: "Then the Prince should rest well, I''ll go check on Jing Wang."


    Cui Xiang, this unambitious child, was seasick as soon as he got on the boat, vomiting until his face turned yellow and he couldn''t get out of bed. Zhong L��ping, having grown up by the water, naturally did not suffer from seasickness. Moreover, since Cui Xiang was Cui Yi''s younger brother and born to Concubine Ye, she regarded him as her cousin and took extra care of him.


    Cui Yi, already sweaty and wanting a bath, did not detain her: "Go ahead, take care of Huaiyou, but don''t overexert yourself, or else Second Uncle will blame me." Zhong L��ping agreed with a smile.


    After Zhong L��ping left, Chi Ying helped Cui Yi undress and bathe, sitting by the bathtub to massage his shoulders and arms, smiling: "It''s a pity, such a good opportunity, but Huaiyou can''t even get out of bed."


    "If he could get out of bed, Green Ping wouldn''t visit him every day. There''s always give and take," Cui Yi relaxed in the tub, one arm resting on the edge, letting Chi Ying gently massage him.


    Chi Ying smiled, "That''s true, but since Sister likes generals, General Yang has a better chance. Even if Huaiyou started training now, it might be too late."


    Cui Yi raised his wet hand to scratch his neck, saying, "Martial arts training differs from literary studies, focusing most on physique. One must start young. Moreover, Huaiyou has been timid and weak since childhood, and there are no mature brothers below him. Everything depends on Mother Consort and me. Even if he masters martial arts, he cannot become a great man, and Green Ping won''t like him. Let it be, don''t worry about it."


    Chi Ying agreed. Cui Yi bent his head to sniff himself, frowned, "Bring another bucket of hot water."


    "Water is hard to come by at sea, please make do," Chi Ying was reluctant to move. Cui Yi angrily shouted, "Sheep''s wool comes from sheep, I worked hard to bring water aboard, yet I don''t even have bathwater!" Chi Ying couldn''t help laughing, threw an old loofah sponge into the bucket, and was about to get someone to boil water.


    At that moment, the fleet set sail, the ship rocked violently, Chi Ying staggered and barely managed to steady herself by holding onto a pillar. Cui Yi, leaning against the tub, was nearly overturned, spilling most of the bathwater on the floor��now not only did they need to boil more water, but also call someone to clean the floor.


    In the adjacent room, Cui Xiang had been feeling miserable for almost a month. Finally, taking advantage of stopping to fetch water, he felt slightly better, but the sudden rocking caused another bout of nausea, and the porridge he had just eaten came back up.


    Zhong L��ping, sitting by the bed, was suddenly vomited on, screamed, and jumped back.


    The ship tilted again, and Cui Xiang, originally lying by the bedside, fell off the bed and landed in the vomit.


    Zhong L��ping, horrified, held up her dirty skirt, unable to cry, calling out, "Quickly, help the Prince up, fetch some water..." Before she finished speaking, the ship swayed in the opposite direction, she lost her balance, and amid the maids'' startled cries, stumbled and rolled into the mess.


    The door slammed open, Chi Ying grabbed the door frame to avoid falling in, seeing the chaotic scene, her first reaction was to quickly close the door.


    "I didn''t see anything," she steadied herself, turned around, and walked away.


    However, after boiling water in the kitchen, Chi Ying still sent some to their room.


    Four days later, the merchant fleet docked at Chaoshan Port in northern Xuanzhou. Cui Xiang was carried off the boat like a limp shrimp, then spent another day in a carriage, finally entering Yan Prefecture safely, where Cao Qian was waiting with twenty thousand Yan troops.


    As darkness fell, Cui Yi got off the carriage, gave a few instructions, and left with his men. Cao Qian approached the carriage and asked Chi Ying, "Lady, the Prince has left, shall we proceed?"


    "Let''s go," Chi Ying''s voice came from inside, "General Cao, thank you for your hard work. Were you injured? How are the soldiers?"


    Cao Qian answered one by one, "Thanks to Your Highnesses'' blessings, I escaped unscathed. Before leaving, the Prince instructed us to avoid fighting and escape if pursued by imperial forces, so casualties were not severe."


    Chi Ying fell silent, Cao Qian worriedly called out, "Lady?" Chi Ying sighed and said, "Some sacrifices are inevitable... forget it, let''s go!"


    Cao Qian agreed and escorted them northward.


    Zhong L��ping softly said, "Sister, you are kind-hearted, are you sad about the fallen soldiers?"


    Chi Ying lowered her eyelids, speaking softly, "Sometimes I wonder if my insistence on the Prince''s rebellion was a good thing. A peaceful world disrupted by my selfish desires, every sacrifice makes me uneasy."


    "Sister, it''s good to care for the soldiers, but don''t blame yourself or doubt," Zhong L��ping comforted, "Each of us has our duties in life. If we can''t prevent others'' sacrifices, at least try to make them meaningful, so as not to disappoint heaven''s plan. Isn''t that right?"


    Chi Ying stared at her for a long time, slowly relaxing her frown, nodding gently, "You''re right, to honor them, we must succeed."


    She lifted the curtain and looked outside. In the pitch-black night sky, the North Star shone brightly, its light like a spark igniting the flames of war that would rage for years to come.

 Eight thousand arrows

    In late May, Chi Ying returned to Yan Prefecture. Little Cui Xian hadn''t seen her mother for nearly half a year and rushed towards her as soon as she got off the carriage, sweetly calling, "Mother~"


    Chi Ying picked her up, delighted, "Did you miss me, Xian?"


    Little Cui Xian kissed her cheek loudly, making everyone laugh. Xiaoqiu, moved to tears, said, "Madam, you''re finally back. The little lady misses you every day. If you didn''t return soon, I wouldn''t know what to do."


    "Thank you, Xiaoqiu," Chi Ying stroked her daughter''s pigtails, holding her tightly, "Fortunately, you were here, otherwise I would never have been able to leave Xian. This trip to the capital was full of dangers, almost costing both the Prince and me our lives."


    Xiaoqiu immediately chanted, "Amitabha, Amitabha, Your Highnesses are blessed with heavenly protection. I prayed daily, wishing for heaven''s blessing to protect you. Please don''t say such unlucky things!"


    Baili Zan also smiled, "After the Prince and Lady left, Miss Xiaoqiu burned incense three times a day, without fail. Anyone passing by the door had to be dragged in to pray to Buddha, otherwise, they couldn''t leave."


    Cui Xiang, looking pale, was helped off another carriage. Xiaoqiu immediately directed people to escort him to the palace for rest. Baili Zan glanced back and whispered, "Forgive me for speaking frankly, Jing Wang''s mother is from the Ye family. Bringing him here may cause trouble within the household."


    Empress Xiaoling''s mother, Zhong L��ping''s grandmother, was from the Ye family. Hearing this, she frowned, "How can you say that, Mr.? The Ye family includes the Prince''s maternal grandmother, and he was raised by them. Do you mean the Ye family would harm the Prince?"


    Baili Zan knew about Zhong L��ping''s arrival from previous letters but didn''t expect her to be so eloquent. He apologized with a bow, "Miss Zhong is right, I spoke out of concern for the Prince. I meant no disrespect to the Ye family or Old Lady Ye."


    Zhong L��ping grumbled unhappily, but Chi Ying understood and said, "Sister, you''re new here, and there are many things I will explain to you later. The advisor is concerned for the Prince, not intending any disrespect. Don''t be angry with him. �� By the way, where is General Yang? Is he patrolling the city?"


    "Oh, during General Cao''s absence, General Yang often worked in the fields. The rapeseed planted in spring is ripe now, he''s probably still in the fields," Baili Zan replied, "Shall I send someone to call him?"


    Chi Ying thought for a moment and decided, "No, it''s not urgent today. Sister Zhong must be tired from the journey, she needs to rest."


    Baili Zan understood her meaning and smiled, "Yes, rest well, Lady and Miss Zhong. There are still matters to attend to at the government office, I''ll take my leave."


    After Baili Zan left, Zhong L��ping was still displeased, "Sister, was that gentleman the Prince''s advisor? The Prince and Jing Wang share deep brotherhood. How could he say such divisive words?"


    "The advisor isn''t sowing discord," Chi Ying pulled her hand, walking into the palace gates, "While in Jiangzhou, did you learn about what happened in the past two years?"


    Zhong L��ping shook her head, hesitating, "Not... very clearly. Last year, I heard Father and Uncle talking about the Prince marrying the eldest daughter of the Xie family. Later, it seemed the Princess died. Her mother is also Aunt''s niece, right?"


    Chi Ying smiled, "That''s why the advisor is concerned. Honestly, the Ye family has ties with both the Zhong and Xie families, but in the struggle for the throne, they sided with the Xie family. When the Xie family supported the Prince, the Ye family did too. Now that the Xie family has switched sides, the Ye family..." She recounted what Nongyue had told her about the Ye family asking Consort Du to betray Cui Yi.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Zhong L��ping was shocked, "How could this be! My sister treated Consort Du like a sister. Without my sister, how would the late emperor have noticed Consort Du? How could the Ye family be so ungrateful!"


    Chi Ying calmly said, "Whether ungrateful or opportunistic, it''s their choice. The advisor''s concerns are valid. Since Huaiyou is Consort Du''s son, he shares the Ye family blood, naturally more worthy of their loyalty."


    Zhong L��ping shook her head disbelievingly, then said, "If that''s the case, I misunderstood earlier. Will the advisor be angry?"


    "He won''t be angry," Chi Ying thought, Baili Zan wasn''t narrow-minded enough to hold a grudge against a girl defending her family, "Just apologize when you see him. He''s not a vengeful person."


    Zhong L��ping nodded, then the steward came to inquire about arrangements for Cui Xiang''s meals and clothing. She dared not comment further.


    Chi Ying arranged for Cui Xiang to stay in the courtyard where Xie Yuchan used to live, with two maids and two servants. He ate the same food as the main residence, but was not confined to the yard. However, he had to be accompanied by servants whenever he went out, not allowed to meet anyone alone.


    "Lady, your arrangement aligns with mine," Baili Zan reported on the situation over the past six months the next day, approving of her decision.


    He said, "The Prince and Jing Wang''s brotherhood is good, but if he lets his guard down because of it, disaster could strike within the household. Your arrangement is perfect, honoring Consort Du''s wishes while preventing Jing Wang from betraying the Prince. We can''t afford to lose."


    Zhong L��ping took the opportunity to apologize, "Yesterday, I misunderstood you, sir, please forgive me."


    Baili Zan bowed from afar, smiling, "No offense taken, ignorance is no sin, Miss Zhong needn''t worry."


    Zhong L��ping smiled shyly, sitting back down, her gaze drifting toward the man standing beside Baili Zan��tall and handsome, wearing simple warrior robes that couldn''t hide his radiant aura. Though a general, he exuded no pressure, exactly the young general Chi Ying had mentioned. His lips curved in a smile, but his brows were furrowed, seemingly troubled.


    Zhong L��ping blushed and lowered her head after one glance. Yang Qiong didn''t notice, continued reporting on camp affairs. There were no major events, soldiers mostly behaved, spending half the day training and half farming. With Chi Ying''s reward system, everyone competed for farmwork, and the city''s houses were repaired, no longer leaking during rain.


    "The first crop of rapeseed has been harvested and handed over to the oil mill. Seeds have been sorted and dried according to farmers'' guidance, ready for the next planting season," Yang Qiong spoke calmly, not arrogant or oppressive. Zhong L��ping secretly admired him, stealing glances, growing more fond.


    Their reports were all good news, making Chi Ying relieved. During their absence, the Northern Di cavalry harassed nomads near the border but didn''t cause significant conflicts. Spring was a productive season, ending in prosperity for Yan Prefecture, promising a bountiful year.


    Baili Zan suddenly mentioned, "By the way, Fu Zhi brought back ten thousand stones of rice and eight thousand privately made arrows from Xuanzhou."


    Chi Ying was astonished, "Eight thousand!"


    Yang Qiong thought she found it insufficient, "Even eight thousand can fill the gap in our supply. For Mr. Fu to obtain so much single-handedly is remarkable."


    Chi Ying''s eyes widened, "I didn''t mean that. Eight thousand arrows indicate Xuanzhou''s military preparations far exceed our expectations. Eight thousand might just be the tip of the iceberg, and they''re privately made... Did he mention who supervised their production?"


    Baili Zan smiled slyly, stroking his beard, "Lady, guess?"


    Chi Ying''s first thought was Xie Xiao, but the Xie family had been merchants for generations, producing only civil officials, none capable of wielding weapons. Such military equipment would be useless. Upon hearing this, Baili Zan indeed smiled and shook his head, "Guess again?"


    Zhong L��ping pondered, "If the Ye family truly plotted to betray the Prince and support Jing Wang, these arrows were likely prepared for that purpose."


    Chi Ying''s eyes lit up, excited, "Right! Why didn''t I think of it? The Ye family and Xie family publicly supported the emperor but secretly backed Jing Wang. Marrying one woman to two men was a ruse to deceive the emperor. Their real goal was to make Jing Wang emperor. The Xie family is wealthy, rivaling the royal treasury depleted by years of warfare. If war broke out, victory would be uncertain. And with Xuanzhou close to the capital, with enough troops and supplies, the Purple Chapter City might fall before reinforcements arrive."


    Baili Zan laughed wryly, "I thought Lady was impressive, but Miss Zhong is also quick-witted. Soon, Mr. Fu and I might have to step aside."


    Zhong L��ping blushed, hurriedly humbling herself, secretly glancing at Yang Qiong, but he showed no reaction, leaving her disappointed.


    Yang Qiong didn''t notice her attention, continuing, "But Xuanzhou isn''t a border region, with few troops stationed. Moreover, Jing Wang is the youngest and illegitimate son, lacking legitimacy. How could the Ye family dare be so bold?"


    Excluding the capital, Xuanzhou bordered three other prefectures. Now that Yan and Jiang prefectures had formed a pincer movement against Xuanzhou, neither were allies of the Ye family. That left only Gan Prefecture.


    "Could the Ye family or Xie family have colluded with the governor of Gan Prefecture?" Chi Ying asked hesitantly.


    Baili Zan smiled without answering, Chi Ying''s heart raced, "Could it be... Could it be..."


    Zhong Yuanshan''s indecision, Zhong L��ping''s care for Cui Xiang, and Cui Xiang''s insistence on coming to Yan Prefecture...


    The various clues converged, leading to a conclusion that even Chi Ying herself found hard to believe: "Could it be that they are looking for... the Zhong family?"


    Zhong L��ping trembled all over. Chi Ying''s gaze had already shifted to her: "L��ping, before Lord Wang and I arrived in Jiangzhou, did the Ye family send someone to Jiangzhou to meet your father?"


    "Not exactly to find my father, but because Grandmother was unwell, the Ye family sent people to visit. They came with four or five people, stayed for a few days, and then returned," Zhong L��ping widened her eyes like a startled fawn, "Do you suspect that my father is also helping the Ye family? How could that be possible! If that were the case, he wouldn''t have allowed me to come with you to Yan Prefecture. Wouldn''t that be like sending a lamb into the tiger''s den?"


    Baili Zan smiled, saying meaningfully, "There''s a saying, ''You can''t catch wolves without risking your child.'' Have you heard of it, Miss Zhong?"


    Zhong L��ping''s face instantly turned deathly pale.

 laughing awkwardly

    Zhong L��ping''s expression instantly became extremely ugly, her lips trembling as she couldn''t speak. She looked at Chi Ying and then Baili Zan, as if she had become meat in someone else''s pot, and the faces in front of her seemed to become sinister.


    "Don''t be nervous, sister. Mr. Baili was just joking," seeing her fear nearly suffocating her, Chi Ying hurriedly said, "How could Uncle Zhong bear to send you into the tiger''s mouth? In my opinion, after Xie Yuchan''s death, the conspiracy between the Ye and Xie families would have failed, and their plan to install Prince Jing on the throne must have fallen through. Otherwise, those privately made arrows wouldn''t have been so easily deceived by Mr. Shan."


    Before Zhong L��ping could say anything, Baili Zan clicked his tongue, showing an uninterested expression: "Why did Lady reveal my intentions so quickly?"


    Chi Ying was puzzled for a moment, and then Baili Zan winked and glanced aside. Suddenly understanding, she realized��Baili Zan was deliberately scaring Zhong L��ping, hoping Yang Qiong would say what she had just mentioned, to win the favor of the Zhong family''s daughter.


    Baili Zan considered Zhong L��ping as a hostage brought back under duress! Chi Ying was momentarily at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Facing Zhong L��ping, she couldn''t explain it well and blamed herself for not mentioning this in her letter. Previously, she had half-jokingly urged everyone to "make contributions," and Baili Zan naturally assumed she had brought Zhong L��ping back to coerce the Zhong family into service. Plus, yesterday when she asked about Yang Qiong at the Wangfu gate, Baili Zan arranged today''s hero-saving-the-beauty scene to give these two a good start.


    Unexpectedly, this usually harmonious duo misinterpreted each other. Baili Zan misunderstood, and Chi Ying inadvertently revealed too much. Zhong L��ping''s expression eased, while Yang Qiong remained oblivious to their signals.


    "Um, ah... this..." Chi Ying patted her forehead, laughing awkwardly, unsure how to continue.


    Using marriage to bind the Zhong family wasn''t just her idea; even Cui Yi thought similarly. If Zhong L��ping and Yang Qiong could marry, it would lock both sides together, making it easier to use them without worry.


    Baili Zan''s arrangements weren''t wrong, but she hadn''t cooperated well. Chi Ying felt regretful.


    Fortunately, Baili Zan had another move. Before the two parties could react, he immediately asked, "Who is responsible for patrolling the city today?"


    "It''s me," Yang Qiong replied.


    "That''s perfect. Since Miss Zhong has traveled far and isn''t familiar with Yan Prefecture, why doesn''t General Yang show her around the city later?" Baili Zan used a question, but it was essentially a confirmation. Yang Qiong sought Chi Ying''s approval with his eyes, and she nodded, "That''s fine. There are many things to arrange in the mansion, and I really can''t spare time to accompany Sister L��ping. Thank you, General Yang."


    Yang Qiong readily agreed, and Zhong L��ping was both surprised and delighted. Maintaining her ladylike dignity, she didn''t show her eagerness on her face, but her eyes sparkled with joy. "Would this... bother the general?"


    "No problem," Yang Qiong responded frankly, "Recently, the city has been peaceful, but we patrol to prevent any unexpected incidents. If Miss Zhong doesn''t mind my clumsy words..."


    Zhong L��ping shook her head vigorously, "Not at all!"


    Yang Qiong''s eyebrows twitched slightly, sensing something from her enthusiastic tone, but before he could ponder further, Baili Zan changed the subject. Knowing he had more to discuss with Chi Ying, he stood up to leave. Zhong L��ping suppressed her joy and followed him out.


    After the two left, Baili Zan asked, "Lady, weren''t you trying to matchmake Miss Zhong and General Yang?"


    "Yes, but not entirely as you think," Chi Ying explained Zhong L��ping''s thoughts to him. After listening, Baili Zan nodded, "If that''s the case, it might be counterproductive. But..."


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    Chi Ying knew what he meant and sighed, "Sister Cheng is now in the hands of the Northern Di people, and her fate is uncertain. Even if we save her in the future, given her character, she won''t remarry General Yang. Lord Wang and I don''t want him to live alone for the rest of his life. Miss Zhong is beautiful, virtuous, and from a good family. Maybe after spending time with her, he''ll gradually let go of Sister Cheng."


    Baili Zan stroked his beard and sighed, "True, this situation can''t go on forever. If it works out, it would be a good thing."


    Meanwhile, the two protagonists on the streets of the city were unaware of the schemes behind their backs. Yang Qiong ordered a gentle horse to be brought, led by a soldier, and he himself rode a warhorse. As they patrolled the city, he pointed out the sights.


    Though Yan Prefecture was remote and desolate, it had once been the capital of a dynasty, so its architecture was grand. Unlike the humid south, many ancient buildings still retained their original appearance. "This Liangyuan Tower was built during the reign of Emperor Wu of Northern Huan. His sister, Princess Jinluan, once threw a silk ball from the tower, hitting a newly crowned top scholar riding a horse, thus forming a golden match." Yang Qiong pointed his horsewhip towards a three-story tower to the right.


    "General Yang is truly knowledgeable, remembering events from the Northern Huan period," Zhong L��ping followed his gaze to look at the Liangyuan Tower��it was now a restaurant, with patrons dressed elegantly coming and going. It seemed that even in such a desolate place, there were still wealthy people.


    Yang Qiong replied, "It''s not that I''m knowledgeable, but the Liangyuan Tower erected a stone tablet at its entrance with this story engraved on it. Seeing it repeatedly makes it hard not to remember."


    Zhong L��ping was taken aback by his honesty and quickly pointed to another building ahead, "What''s over there?"


    Yang Qiong answered, "That''s the ruins of the imperial palace from the Later Zhou period."


    The old palace walls had collapsed, revealing mostly damaged palaces and pavilions. From the ruins, one could still vaguely see the former luxury. Yang Qiong led her through the crowd into the site. The palace pond was full of water, with nearly a hundred ducks quacking and swimming among the lotus leaves.


    Zhong L��ping: "..."


    Yang Qiong explained with a smile, "Lady said the pond was empty anyway, so she had people plant lotuses and raise ducks. This way, we get duck eggs and duck meat; there''s also a larger pond where fish are raised��red, white, and black. Would you like to see?"


    Zhong L��ping was momentarily confused but nodded reluctantly, "Let''s take a look."


    The once colorful imperial garden was no longer vibrant. Soldiers had been ordered to rebuild flower beds and plant mulberry trees. In three years, they could supply silkworms and silk production for the entire city. The ponds either raised fish or ducks, with soldiers feeding them. When they approached, the soldiers stopped working and saluted. Yang Qiong waved them off and continued showing Zhong L��ping around.


    Several palaces had been repaired, and Zhong L��ping asked from afar, "Does Lord Wang plan to move in here? Or will he relocate the capital here after achieving success?"


    Yang Qiong glanced at her indifferently, "When Lady had the palaces repaired, Lord Wang indeed asked if he should move in, but Lady believed it was inappropriate to be extravagant before completing their great task. Moreover, since the Later Zhou fell, these palaces were considered inauspicious. Rather than demolishing them, she had them repaired to raise livestock."


    Zhong L��ping was again stunned. A once-imperial palace had been completely transformed under Chi Ying''s management. Palaces that once housed concubines now housed pigs and cattle. Their manure fertilized the mulberry trees and alfalfa, which in turn fed silkworms and horses.


    "Unbelievable... Lord Wang actually allows Lady to do this," Zhong L��ping surveyed the busy soldiers, feeling deeply moved, "If it were someone else, they certainly wouldn''t agree."


    Yang Qiong smiled, "Lord Wang and Lady are a match made in heaven. Others can only envy them, but it''s impossible to insert oneself between them."


    His words carried a hidden warning to the "cousin" not to harbor improper thoughts. However, Zhong L��ping didn''t catch the warning and instead felt he was hinting at something. She blushed and teased, "Does General also envy Lord Wang and Lady''s deep love?"


    Yang Qiong gazed straight ahead, his eyes reflecting the clouds, "Lord Wang and Lady complement each other��one skilled in civil affairs, the other in military matters. Their deep bond and shared hardships make others envious."


    Zhong L��ping smiled sweetly, probing further, "Has General ever thought about finding someone like them?"


    Yang Qiong laughed self-deprecatingly, "The happiness of Lord Wang and Lady is beyond my reach."


    Zhong L��ping stepped closer, her voice soft as water, "General is mistaken. I''ve heard Lady say you inherited your family''s spear techniques, are highly skilled, and are young. Following Lord Wang to expand territories and stabilize the country, you will surely achieve glory and fame. Then, finding a wife who understands and loves you, how could you not be happier than Lord Wang and Lady?"


    "Thank you for your kind words, but..."


    Yang Qiong frowned, pain flashing in his eyes, "If I could have such happiness in this life, I would gladly give it up to ensure her safety and well-being. Fame, wealth, and honor mean nothing compared to her peace and comfort."


    Zhong L��ping was greatly shocked, blurting out, "Does General already have someone in mind?"


    Yang Qiong remained silent. The "ideal husband" label on his back suddenly became "taken," leaving Zhong L��ping devastated. Realizing his heart belonged elsewhere, she felt sorrow and lost interest in sightseeing, claiming exhaustion and returning to the Wangfu.


    Back at the Wangfu, Baili Zan had already left. Chi Ying was playing with her daughter in the courtyard. Seeing Zhong L��ping return listlessly, she handed Little Cui Xian to the nanny and greeted her, "Why did you come back so early? Didn''t you explore more?"


    Zhong L��ping felt dejected and wronged but didn''t blame Chi Ying, in case she didn''t know about Yang Qiong''s feelings. She feigned tiredness, played with Little Cui Xian for a while, and then retired to her room.


    Over the next few days, Chi Ying and Baili Zan created many opportunities for them to meet, but despite their efforts, Yang Qiong remained unmoved. His eyes saw only Cheng Fuyi. Zhong L��ping, repeatedly disappointed, grew disheartened and lost interest. She spent her days playing with Little Cui Xian or helping Chi Ying with needlework.


    "Are you giving up so soon? Don''t you want to marry a famous general anymore?" one afternoon, Chi Ying spun yarn in the courtyard while Zhong L��ping sat peeling lotus seeds. Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Chi Ying laughed and asked.


    Zhong L��ping lowered her eyes, "Don''t mention it... There are plenty of good men in the world. I don''t have to marry him."


    Chi Ying chuckled, "True, no rush. Take your time. You''ll find someone suitable eventually."


    Zhong L��ping handed the peeled lotus seeds to a maid, washed her hands, and sat under a tree, daydreaming. After a while, she asked, "Sister, do you know the girl he likes? What kind of person is she?"

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    Learning that Yang Qiong already had someone in mind depressed Zhong L��ping for several days. However, it was somewhat comforting to know early on. She couldn''t help but be curious about the woman he liked.


    Yang Qiong, from a famous general''s family, was handsome and skilled in the Yang family spear technique, even impressing her, a sheltered lady unfamiliar with martial arts. He was also gentle, spoke little, and took initiative, earning respect from the people. Perhaps even Cui Yi couldn''t compare.


    What kind of woman would such a man like?


    "Miss Cheng, the woman Yang Qiong likes...," Chi Ying paused her spinning wheel, her expression tinged with sadness, "She is a wonderful girl, a year older than me. Her father was a high-ranking official during the previous emperor''s reign, known for his literary talents and reputation. Her mother was a disciple of a renowned physician, saving lives. Sister Cheng possesses her father''s literary talent and generosity and her mother''s kindness and medical skills. She saved both Yang Qiong''s and Lord Wang''s lives and helped the two thousand Yan Prefecture troops survive an epidemic."


    Zhong L��ping listened with wide eyes, "So impressive! Where is this Sister Cheng now? Could it be...?"


    Chi Ying smiled bitterly, whispering, "Despite our sisterhood, I don''t know if she''s alive or dead."


    Zhong L��ping fell silent, her face filled with sympathy, "Beautiful women often suffer misfortune. Such an extraordinary woman in this world is bound to endure various hardships. Without someone to cherish her, it''s a great tragedy."


    "Yes, but..." Even if someone cherished her, it was Zhai Rang, not Yang Qiong. Chi Ying slowly turned the spinning wheel, lost in thought.


    Yang Qiong was too late. Who knows if they had a chance in the previous life or if they were like her brother Changsun Pei with Rong Shi and her sister Changsun Lingfang with Zhong Wei, enjoying love in the past life but unable to be together in this one.


    Her rebirth had changed too many people and events. Emperor Jianwen died prematurely, Cui Jie ascended the throne, Cui Yi was demoted, and Yang Qiong, originally part of the Crown Prince''s faction, became Yan Prefecture''s commander. Guo Mao, intending to join the Wu King, replaced Shan Jian as Cui Jie''s chief strategist. Families like Xie, Zhong, Ye, Rong, Tang, and Cheng were drawn into the conflict. Starting with the idea to change sides, more and more people were involved. Now, Cui Yi and Zhong Yuanshan were attacking Xu Prefecture, and the situation was spiraling out of control, every step fraught with danger.


    Chi Ying looked up at the falling paulownia flowers, reminiscing about her three-year marriage to Cui Yi and their two-year-old daughter. In two years, it would be the White Dragon Ridge battle where Cui Yi died, followed by her own death in the cold palace, and the annihilation of the Changsun family.


    Could the tragic end of the previous life be changed?


    Could the people around her live safely and peacefully?


    Step by step, she had come this far, trusting Cui Yi was her only option.


    At this moment, on the battlefield of Xu Prefecture, Zhong Yuanshan led the Jiangzhou naval forces westward along the river, overwhelming the enemy. Governor Xie Xiao of Xu Prefecture was terrified, sending multiple letters accusing the Zhong family of betrayal. Zhong Yuanshan ignored them, capturing four or five cities and advancing to Xu Prefecture''s gates.


    Simultaneously, Cui Yi personally led ten thousand Yan Prefecture troops southward, gradually occupying territories. Every city captured received reinforcements, and within two months, Baili Zan dispatched seven thousand additional troops southward. Yan Prefecture and Jiangzhou Prefecture continuously recruited soldiers, and Zhong Yuanshan and Cui Yi incorporated nearly twenty thousand Xu Prefecture troops. According to Zhong Yuanshan''s plan, Yang Qiong led five thousand troops south to replace the deputy commander. Ten thousand Xu Prefecture troops were sent to Yan Prefecture''s borders, and Baili Zan reorganized the surrendered troops, dispersing them among small units and replacing their commanders with Cui Yi''s trusted officers, all managed by Cao Qian.


    Xu Prefecture, long free from warfare, had undisciplined soldiers who were easily defeated. Within two months, Yan Prefecture and Jiangzhou troops occupied most coastal counties, ensuring secure supply lines for logistics and food.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    On June 27th of the second year of Qisheng, Emperor Cui Jie dispatched twenty thousand anti-rebellion troops to Xu Prefecture.


    The court claimed to suppress rebellion and quell unrest, while the Yan-Jiang coalition accused Cui Jie of usurping the throne, killing his father, and committing regicide. Shan Jian, an early confidant of Cui Jie, exposed his crimes, including nepotism, embezzlement, fratricide, and murdering the emperor. After ascending the throne, he was accused of poisoning princes, forcing the death of consorts, colluding with the Northern Di, and disgracing the nation. These accusations, printed overnight, stirred significant controversy.


    Guo Mao retorted, accusing Cui Yi of "self-aggrandizement, deceiving the emperor, breaking treaties, and causing chaos." Both sides'' generals fought fiercely, while strategists debated fiercely.


    The anti-rebellion troops consisted mainly of Gan Prefecture soldiers, imperial guards, and some Wan Prefecture and Liang Prefecture troops, led by Cui Jie''s loyalists, Shi Bangze and his maternal uncle Rong Hai.


    Cui Yi''s side, excluding casualties and reinforcements, had thirteen thousand Jiangzhou troops, nine thousand Yan Prefecture troops, and eleven thousand surrendered Xu Prefecture troops, totaling less than one-fifth of the anti-rebellion forces.


    Both armies faced off outside Xu Prefecture.


    Cui Yi ate in his tent, receiving a report from the front lines, his brows furrowed but his expression unchanged, "Understood."


    Yang Qiong said, "The court has two hundred thousand troops, and we have less than forty thousand. This battle will be tough."


    Cui Yi casually refilled his wine cup, "Tough, but not impossible. The anti-rebellion army claims two hundred thousand, but it''s just for show. Even if all Gan Prefecture and imperial guard troops mobilize, there are only one hundred fifty thousand. Though arrogant, Emperor Cui isn''t stupid. If he withdraws all Gan Prefecture troops, the Northern Di will invade, benefiting Huerhana. So, the anti-rebellion force has at most one hundred fifty thousand."


    Yang Qiong sighed, massaging his temples, "Even one hundred fifty thousand is formidable. We need fifty thousand troops for a fifty percent chance of victory, but..."


    "We don''t need that many," Cui Yi drained his cup confidently, "You haven''t been in the capital long enough to know Shi Bangze. No matter what, he can''t defeat me."


    Yang Qiong sincerely requested, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness."


    Cui Yi toyed with his bronze goblet, a mocking smile on his lips, "Shi Bangze''s father, Shi Heng, was a valiant general under the previous emperor. Shi Bangze, though from a military family, is a playboy who has never been to war, only capable of theoretical tactics. When I was in the capital, he commanded the eastern camp alongside me, leading a bunch of ruffians. On the battlefield, they might not even draw their swords. Not a threat."


    Thus, amidst the intricate web of strategies and battles, the true test of loyalty, courage, and wisdom unfolded, shaping the future of the kingdom.


    Yang Qiong lowered her head in thought for a moment, then asked, "What about Rong Hai? I once saw him at the Western Camp, and every soldier there spoke highly of him."


    Cui Yi replied, "Rong Hai does have some skills, but there''s no need to worry. Since His Majesty and the Empress Dowager are at odds, Shi Bangze and Rong Hai will surely not be united. If we can create discord between them, making them fight separately, we can defeat them one by one."


    "Let''s eat first. After lunch, call Shan Fu over, and we''ll discuss how to deal with them."


    Yang Qiong was amused and puzzled; Cui Yi seemed utterly unconcerned about the arrival of the 150,000-strong army, eating and drinking as usual, showing no signs of pressure. She wondered if it was confidence or arrogance.


    After lunch, Shan Jian arrived. After listening to Yang Qiong''s account of the enemy forces and their leaders, he echoed Cui Yi��s sentiment: "Shi Bangze is just a showy figure, nothing to fear. Although Rong Hai is brave, he always craves for glory. If we can sow discord between them, this battle will surely be won."


    With his chin resting on one hand, Cui Yi lazily said, "Since His Majesty and the Empress Dowager are estranged, Shi Bangze and Rong Hai represent both sides'' interests. The suppression army must already be divided internally. Mr. Shan, do you have any good ideas? Best if we can get rid of both of them."


    Shan Jian sternly responded, "No, if we eliminate both, the court will send even more formidable opponents. These two must stay alive. I have a plan that can make them fight each other endlessly. If everything goes smoothly, we can take Xuanzhou without firing a single shot." He then lowered his voice and explained his strategy to them.


    "Great idea!" Cui Yi exclaimed after hearing it, slapping the table in excitement. "Let''s do it!"


    Yang Qiong hesitated and asked, "What if they don''t fall for it? Do you have a backup plan?"


    Shan Jian smiled coldly and confidently said, "They will definitely fall for it."


    Shan Jian��s ability to read people was unmatched. Whether it was directing Xie Yong to scheme against Chi Ying or burning Northern Di General Lubatu in Tiger Pass, every plan had anticipated the opponent��s reactions meticulously. Even if one part failed, it wouldn��t affect the continuation of the plan until its goal was achieved.


    Satisfied, Cui Yi got up from the couch to prepare. "Fight well, and when it''s done, let''s go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival." With a flourish of his cloak, he left the command tent.


    A month later, news of victory reached Yanzhou. Chi Ying was discussing winter preparations with Bai Lianzan and Zhong Luiping when a messenger rushed into the courtyard, holding the report and kneeling down. "Madam! We have great news! General Yang has captured Xuanzhou!"


    "What? That''s wonderful!" Chi Ying had been prepared for a prolonged war, worried about the troops�� food supply, but now she learned that Xuanzhou had been taken much faster than expected. With Xuanzhou��s grain reserves, there would be no worries about the winter.


    Zhong Luiping also congratulated her, "Congratulations, Sister! Now that the Prince has won and solved the winter food shortage, it��s truly double happiness!"


    Chi Ying quickly opened the report, scanning through it and feeling relieved. "General Yang took Xuanzhou effortlessly, and the suppression army was caught off guard, fleeing like stray dogs. The Prince mentioned he would return to Yanzhou in another month, bringing back mooncakes from Xuanzhou for everyone."


    Bai Lianzan chuckled, "Without losing a single soldier, this is a significant achievement. General Yang will surely become famous after this. We must celebrate when he returns."


    Chi Ying handed him the letter, saying, "Mr. Shan��s plan worked perfectly��luring the tiger away from the mountain and trapping it in a pot. It couldn��t have been easier."


    In the letter, Cui Yi mentioned that he hadn��t been able to celebrate his daughter��s second birthday and promised to make it up to them upon his return. Bai Lianzan laughed after reading, "The Prince values family affairs over national ones, which is rare. What plans do you have for him?"


    Chi Ying smiled mysteriously, "You��ll see when he gets back."

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    While some were rejoicing, others were mourning. When news of the suppression army��s defeat reached the capital, Emperor Cui Jie almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage in anger. He immediately summoned several trusted ministers, including Changsun Tai, to the imperial study for discussion.


    Changsun Tai put on a sorrowful expression, lamenting, "How could this happen! Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, protected by divine power, yet we lost to a bunch of rabble! This is a national tragedy!"


    The ministers remained silent, heads bowed. Changsun Tai continued, "We sent out an army of 200,000, while the Wu King had less than 40,000 men. How could we lose so easily? There must be something fishy going on! The soldiers didn��t fight wholeheartedly, and fled at the first sign of trouble. General Shi Bangze, as the main commander, bears primary responsibility, and Deputy Commander Rong Hai is also partly to blame. Please punish them severely to uphold military discipline!"


    Guo Mao held his tablet tightly, watching Changsun Tai sympathetically. Unaware of the impending disaster, Changsun Tai continued, "Your Majesty, the suppression army was well-equipped and provisioned. Only poor leadership could lead to such a crushing defeat��"


    "That��s enough!" Emperor Cui Jie roared, throwing a teacup at him.


    Caught off guard, Changsun Tai fell unconscious, bleeding profusely. The ministers knelt down in unison, trembling. A eunuch carried the injured minister away for medical attention. Emperor Cui Jie��s face darkened, eyes fierce, glaring at the cowering officials.


    "You all claimed that 200,000 troops were enough to crush the Wu King. Yet, you were defeated by fewer than 40,000 rebels! Explain yourselves! Why did this happen?" Enraged, he swept his arm across the table, shattering priceless blue-and-white porcelain pieces.


    He bellowed, "Speak up! You��re usually so eloquent, why are you silent now? Are you all mute? Have I been raising a bunch of useless mouths?"


    An elderly minister trembled, bowing, "Your Majesty, please calm down! The suppression army��s defeat must have a reason. Perhaps the rebels used witchcraft, summoning storms and creating soldiers from beans��"


    Emperor Cui Jie glared at him, "Do you believe your own words, Minister Ma?"


    The old minister bowed lower, retreating. Guo Mao glanced at him, stepping forward, "Your Majesty, having more troops doesn��t guarantee victory. Allow me to review the battle report before making judgments."


    Emperor Cui Jie nodded, and Fude handed over the report. Guo Mao bowed and began reading carefully.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    The report detailed that Generals Shi and Rong led 200,000 troops to occupy Xuanzhou, gradually reclaiming several cities. However, they were ambushed from behind, resulting in Xuanzhou��s capture overnight. Rong Hai��s negligence led to his troops being trapped, and he himself went missing. Zhong Yuanshan pursued the remaining suppression army, forcing Shi Bangze to retreat southward, where he was ambushed again, suffering heavy losses.


    After calming down with some tea, Emperor Cui Jie asked, "What do you think?"


    Guo Mao respectfully returned the report, "The report is vague and seems to shift blame. I cannot fully understand it, but I can offer some analysis for your consideration."


    Emperor Cui Jie��s expression softened slightly, sitting on the throne, "Proceed."


    Guo Mao nodded, "Xuanzhou��s capture overnight wasn��t due to witchcraft but because Generals Shi and Rong fell for a diversionary tactic. As a strategic location, Xuanzhou should have been guarded by a deputy commander. Losing it meant losing control over supplies, leading to inevitable defeat."


    "I know that," Emperor Cui Jie said coldly, "I want to know why they fell for the trick. Before departure, I repeatedly emphasized the importance of holding Xuanzhou. Did they ignore my orders?"


    Another minister, after reading the report, suggested, "Perhaps General Rong disregarded orders and chased after the Wu King��s provocations, leaving Xuanzhou undefended. The report states that Xuanzhou��s loss was due to Rong Hai��s negligence. Had he followed orders, this wouldn��t have happened."


    Another minister chimed in, "Your Majesty, General Rong often acted recklessly, leveraging his relationship with the Empress Dowager. His disobedience caused the defeat."


    Emperor Cui Jie frowned, deep in thought. Guo Mao continued, "Let��s set aside Xuanzhou��s loss and focus on General Shi��s actions afterward. With half the army still under his command, why didn��t he attempt to recapture Xuanzhou instead of retreating southward, falling into another ambush?"


    The same minister interrupted, "Your Majesty, General Shi couldn��t possibly lose to Zhong Yuanshan��s smaller force unless Rong Hai betrayed us, revealing our strategies. Thus, General Shi had no choice but to flee."


    Another agreed, "Indeed, Rong Hai��s betrayal led to General Shi��s downfall. Combined with the Wu King��s formidable combat skills, who could stand against such forces?"


    Guo Mao frowned, "That��s not entirely accurate."


    However, the room was filled with voices eager to pin the blame on Rong Hai, ignoring Guo Mao��s arguments. Finally, he gave up, falling silent.


    After a long pause, Emperor Cui Jie dismissed everyone, "That��s all for today. I��m tired."


    As the ministers left, only Guo Mao remained. Emperor Cui Jie asked, "Do you have something else to say?"


    Guo Mao earnestly advised, "Your Majesty, the Wu King and Governor Zhong Yuanshan are formidable foes. If not dealt with promptly, they will become a greater threat. Rong Hai is a valuable general. We cannot afford to lose him."


    Emperor Cui Jie sighed, "Guo Ziyang, I heard that Mother��s headaches improved thanks to the Tianma you presented."


    Guo Mao knelt, "Your Majesty, I am loyal to you alone. Concerned about your worries over the rebellion, I offered Tianma to the Empress Dowager to ease her pain. Please understand my intentions!"


    Emperor Cui Jie stared at him, "Guo Ziyang."


    "Your Majesty."


    "You are intelligent, and I value that intelligence, promoting you accordingly."


    Guo Mao sweated profusely, maintaining composure, "Your Majesty��s trust means everything to me. I wish to serve you wholeheartedly, though it��s hard to repay your kindness."


    Emperor Cui Jie brushed his boot, "It��s comforting to see your dedication. But remember, sometimes being too clever isn��t beneficial. Balance and restraint are essential to becoming a wise minister."


    Guo Mao bowed deeply, "I will heed your teachings."


    "Dismissed."


    Guo Mao quietly left.


    Fude remarked, "Your Majesty, Guo Ziyang is quite naive, thinking you don��t see through the report��s inconsistencies. Everyone blames Rong Hai, yet he defends him, inviting trouble."


    Emperor Cui Jie sneered, "Guo Ziyan is too clever and likes to show off. He needs to learn to read situations better."


    Fude flattered, "Of course, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, ruler of all. Ministers should follow your wishes, assisting you in achieving your goals. They shouldn��t act independently like him."


    "For now, he��s useful. Let him be. But if he remains stubborn, he will face consequences," Emperor Cui Jie��s eyes flashed menacingly.

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    On July 20th of the second year of Qisheng, Governor Zhong Yuanshan led 10,000 elite troops and 20,000 newly recruited soldiers, defeating Shi Bangze, who fled back to the capital.


    Meanwhile, Cui Yi continued capturing cities in Xuanzhou, recruiting remnants of the court��s forces, bolstering his numbers to 40,000, plus Zhong Yuanshan��s 30,000 troops and Yan Zhou��s 10,000 defenders, totaling 80,000 men.


    News of this spread terror throughout the capital. In four months, the Wu King had seized Xuanzhou, controlling Yan Zhou and Jiangzhou, claiming one-fifth of the empire��s territory. With Xuanzhou��s rich resources, the Wu King controlled the economic lifeline, rendering the treasury incapable of supporting further warfare. Emperor Cui Jie reluctantly sought peace.


    In Xuanzhou, Cui Yi sat in his former father-in-law��s chair, now a prisoner. An envoy read the imperial edict, starting with ��By the grace of heaven,�� but was cut short by a splash of ink.


    Cui Yi arrogantly said, "Imperial edict? I don��t care. Just tell me what my brother wants."


    Shan Jian reminded with a smile, "Your Highness, Governor Xie used Xuanzhou��s finest Junzi Ink. Lady Chi enjoyed it very much. It��s a waste."


    Cui Yi nodded, ordering, "Pack all the Junzi Ink in the warehouse." Turning to the envoy, "Continue, but hurry, I��m hungry."


    The envoy, covered in ink, dared not wipe it off, rolling up the stained edict, "Your Highness, His Majesty says you are brothers bound by blood. Conflict between siblings brings harm to the people and risks border security. He hopes you prioritize the nation��s stability, offering you dual governorship of Yan and Xuanzhou, along with the title of Dragon Might Wu King, hereditary First Class Duke, and elevating Consort Changsun to Third Rank Lady, and naming your daughter Cui Xian as Princess Huaining�� Posthumously honoring your mother, the late Empress Xiaoling, as Empress Dowager Yuanmin."


    Cui Yi paused, pen in hand.


    Shan Jian urged, "Your Highness, honoring your mother yourself would showcase filial piety. If done by others, it��s meaningless. Now is the time to press on and capture the capital!"


    Cui Yi motioned for silence, telling the envoy, "Return and tell my brother I��ll consider it."


    "Your Highness!"


    "Go."


    The envoy left. Shan Jian fumed, "Your Highness, great men shouldn��t hesitate over trivial matters. Titles mean nothing compared to actual control. Once you ascend the throne, you can honor your mother however you wish!"


    Cui Yi shook his head, "It��s not about titles."


    Shan Jian breathed deeply, asking, "Then why hesitate to attack the capital?"


    Cui Yi tilted his head, "Are you asking me to remove his crown or his head?"


    Shan Jian fell silent. Cui Yi handed him a cup of cold tea, "Drink and calm down before answering."


    Shan Jian accepted, staring into the yellowish tea, reflecting his anxious face.


    "I do want to march westward and seize the throne," Cui Yi admitted, "But when he mentioned honoring my mother, I felt a flicker of hesitation. That��s not why I stopped."


    Cui Yi gazed distantly, "I can��t explain it clearly. It��s just a feeling that now is not the right time to continue fighting."


    Shan Jian stared at him, awaiting an explanation. Indeed, it wasn��t the right time to advance further.


    Although Cui Yi now held three states and more than forty counties with eighty thousand heavy troops, Xuanzhou was occupied but not yet fully under control, making it hard to ensure that subordinate officials would not harbor dissenting thoughts. More than half of the eighty thousand troops were reorganized anti-rebellion forces, not as loyal as the old Yan Prefecture troops. If they defected on the battlefield, the achieved results could instantly vanish.


    "Your Highness''s approach is correct. Now it is necessary to stop and reorganize the army again; it is not advisable to continue fighting," Bai Lian commented after reading the letter from Xuanzhou, approving of Cui Yi''s ceasefire and rest period.


    Chi Ying leaned casually on the couch, fanning herself with one hand, and said, "The most important thing right now is to reorganize the surrendered soldiers. In another month, the grain in Jiangzhou and Xuanzhou will be ready for harvest. If we don''t harvest before the autumn rain arrives, there won''t be enough food next year. Although Xuanzhou has a wealthy official granary and the Xie family has generations of management, it is ultimately just one state within Great Chu. The emperor still holds two out of the three southern states. In terms of food supplies, we may not win."


    Bai Lian nodded repeatedly: "I think so too. Moreover, we must guard against Hu''er Hana taking advantage of the chaos to move south. Yan Prefecture now only has ten thousand people. If they really encounter a large-scale attack by the Northern Di people, they might not be able to hold on."


    Chi Ying smiled, saying, "Before, I was worried that His Highness would lose himself in battle without regard for anything. But now, it seems he has indeed become much calmer and more mature."


    A maid brought in a bowl of herbal medicine. Bai Lian smiled and teased, "Madam, your body is special now. It''s better not to worry too much. His Highness is a jade in the stone, a pearl in the box, destined to shine."


    Chi Ying took the medicine and drank it. Xiao Qiu then brought in a jar of pickled plums: "Madam, I saw someone selling pickled plums on the street. Thinking you would want something sour after drinking the medicine, I bought some back. Madam, try them quickly."


    "You think of everything," Chi Ying smiled and beckoned her closer. She picked up a pickled plum, put it in her mouth, and bit down. Her whole face twisted instantly, spitting it out with a scream, "How can it be this sour!"


    Xiao Qiu was surprised: "Madam, pregnant women usually love sour things, don''t they? I tasted it and thought it was sour before buying it."


    Chi Ying covered her mouth, almost in tears: "This is too sour... It''s not fit for human consumption. Quickly take it away. Looking at it makes my teeth ache."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Curious, Bai Lian also reached out to pick one up. Upon tasting it, he was almost overwhelmed by the sourness and hurriedly spat it into a nearby spittoon, then rinsed his mouth with tea water, still shaken: "Did you eat these all the time when you were carrying Miss?"


    Chi Ying shook her head: "No, I ate sour things, but not so sour. Eating these every day would ruin my teeth. When I was carrying Lady Xian, I loved spicy food, couldn''t live without it."


    Xiao Qiu chimed in: "Sour for boys, spicy for girls. That''s why you gave birth to a girl instead of a young prince. This time, you should eat more sour things to give His Highness a chubby little boy who can become the crown prince!"


    "Talking about the crown prince before even having a child," Chi Ying playfully poked her forehead, "If you give birth to a chubby boy, will he marry you as the crown princess when he grows up?"


    Xiao Qiu blushed and stamped her feet: "Madam always teases me!"


    Both Chi Ying and Bai Lian laughed. Bai Lian waved his hand: "Since it''s Xiao Qiu''s good intention, Madam should eat some. If it helps to have a young prince, His Highness would be happy too, wouldn''t he?"


    Chi Ying groaned, "Have mercy on me. How can anyone eat this... Why don''t you join me?"


    Bai Lian immediately laughed it off as if he hadn''t said anything. Xiao Qiu, however, seriously picked up a plum, looking resolute: "If eating with Madam means she can have a young prince, I''ll do it." She was about to put it in her mouth when the two hastily stopped her.


    Bai Lian said, "Don''t do anything foolish!"


    Chi Ying laughed and cried: "Stop fooling around. It''s dinner time. Go check if the kitchen has prepared the steamed fish head with chopped peppers I wanted."


    Xiao Qiu pouted, still mumbling about sour for boys and spicy for girls, as Zhong Lvping entered.


    "Sister, Mr. Bai is here too," Zhong Lvping entered cheerfully with a maid. "Sister, I heard from the kitchen staff that you recently love spicy food, so I specially bought old-fashioned wild mountain peppers to make stir-fried tripe slices. My cooking skills are not great, hope you don''t mind."


    Seeing the fresh tripe from the food box, Chi Ying''s eyes lit up, delighted: "Only you understand me!"


    Xiao Qiu wasn''t convinced: "Cousin, you shouldn''t spoil Madam like this. They say sour for boys, spicy for girls..."


    Zhong Lvping laughed, comforting her: "Sour for boys, spicy for girls is just a folk saying, not reliable. When my mother was pregnant with my two brothers, she loved spicy food. Only when she was pregnant with me did she crave sour things. Clearly, taste preferences have nothing to do with gender. Sister is often nauseous during pregnancy, vomiting most of what she eats. If we don''t indulge her, she''ll get thinner before her belly gets bigger. What would happen then?"


    "Yeah!" Chi Ying blushed, "You''re all too talkative. Since you''re here, sit and eat with us. Mr. Bai?"


    Bai Lian stood up: "There are matters at the prefectural office. I''ll go first. General Cao''s wedding preparations are almost complete. His family says August 16th is an auspicious day, set for that date. General Cao is an old retainer of His Highness, so his wedding can''t be too shabby. I arranged it according to the standards of Yan Prefecture officials'' weddings. Once His Highness returns, discuss with him what gifts to give."


    Chi Ying smiled warmly and nodded: "Alright, thank you, Mr. Bai. His Highness will return in a few days. With Mid-Autumn Festival and General Cao''s wedding, it''s double happiness. We must celebrate well."


    Xiao Qiu counted on her fingers: "No, no, it''s triple happiness. His Highness doesn''t know about Madam''s pregnancy yet, which is another joy."


    Zhong Lvping added with a smile, "If we count His Highness''s victory as another joy, it''s quadruple happiness."


    "Regardless of how many joys, recently, everything is going well, and it will only get better," Chi Ying held Zhong Lvping''s hand, all smiling broadly.


    Chi Ying suddenly said, "Xiao Qiu, go to the side courtyard and invite Prince Jing to join us for dinner. He doesn''t know His Highness is coming back. He hasn''t been out much these months, staying cooped up isn''t good for his health."


    Xiao Qiu agreed and ran off. Zhong Lvping sat close to Chi Ying, looking uneasy, glancing nervously outside.


    "What''s wrong?" Chi Ying asked, patting her hand. "Huai You and you are cousins. Sharing meals together isn''t unusual. Are you still hesitant?"


    Zhong Lvping looked troubled, stammering: "If he sees me as a cousin, it''s fine."


    Chi Ying knew Cui Xiang had a crush on Zhong Lvping but pretended not to. She asked, "What do you mean?"


    Zhong Lvping hesitated, and Chi Ying said, "If it''s inconvenient, forget it. I''ll call Xiao Qiu back."


    "No, I... I..." Zhong Lvping struggled, finally whispering, "Sister, I''ve been hiding something from you."


    "What is it?" Chi Ying asked.


    Zhong Lvping hesitated, then said, "My mother... When His Highness asked about my age and if I was married, she got ideas about marrying me to His Highness for closer ties. Father scolded her, saying His Highness is deeply in love with you, and we shouldn''t be the villains separating you. Mother promised not to mention it again, but... she''s still not satisfied."


    "So she wants you to marry Prince Jing, right?" Chi Ying finished for her.


    Zhong Lvping nodded sadly, adding, "Sister, you know I prefer warriors like Father. Prince Jing is just a grown-up child. I don''t want to spend my life with him."


    Outside in the courtyard, Cui Xiang, hearing from Xiao Qiu that Zhong Lvping was dining in the main hall, rushed over. Just as he was about to step up, he heard this, his footsteps freezing mid-air, stunned for a long time.


    Zhong Lvping continued, "General Yang is brave and devoted. Since I have no chance with him, it''s my lack of fortune..."


    Cui Xiang stood dumbfounded at the steps, struck by lightning��Zhong Lvping liked Yang Qiong! That poor man with no interest, what was so good about him?


    "But even so, I won''t change my heart."


    Cui Xiang felt even more despair��knowing Yang Qiong didn''t like her, she still remained infatuated?


    Overwhelmed with sorrow and anger, he lost his appetite and left dispiritedly.


    Zhong Lvping, unaware of his abrupt departure, continued, "I swore to marry a general, and I will fulfill my wish. If not General Yang, there will be other generals. I''m not afraid to wait. Actually, it''s partly my fault. My mother told me to visit Seventh Prince, who was crying and refusing to eat. I thought it was harmless, but he became attached, visiting my courtyard daily or sending gifts. I''m scared of him but dare not refuse. Sister, what should I do?"


    Chi Ying was both amused and exasperated. She didn''t expect such complexity. Zhong Lvping feared offending Cui Xiang while also fearing the consequences of rejection, caught between a rock and a hard place. If she hadn''t invited Cui Xiang to dinner today, Zhong Lvping might have kept it hidden indefinitely.


    "The mansion is big, and I didn''t know about this," Chi Ying smiled as a maid served the dishes. Xiao Qiu returned, looking hesitant: "Xiao Qiu? Where''s His Highness?"


    Xiao Qiu glanced at Zhong Lvping, saying vaguely, "His Highness said he wasn''t feeling well and wouldn''t come."


    Chi Ying sensed something amiss but didn''t press further in front of Zhong Lvping, nodding: "See, I said he''d get sick staying cooped up. After dinner, I''ll check on him. So, Huai You rarely goes out but finds ways to send you gifts?"


    Zhong Lvping served Chi Ying a bowl of soup and sat down: "That''s what I wanted to say. Given your pregnancy, I didn''t want to bother you, but His Highness sends gifts almost daily��jewelry, fabric��all very expensive. I wondered where he got so much money. Altogether, it''s nearly a thousand taels worth of gifts."


    Chi Ying was shocked: "Nearly a thousand taels worth of gifts?!"


    Did Cui Xiang have so much money? Yes, despite losing real power, he retained his princely title with a thousand households'' income. Plus, his previous savings, a thousand taels wasn''t much. But even if he had money, it was in Beijing. He worked to repay debts, where did he find so much money to shower Zhong Lvping with gifts?


    Zhong Lvping didn''t explicitly say it, but it was clear Cui Xiang likely used the mansion''s funds.


    Yan Prefecture was poor, and Cui Yi had been stripped of his assets. The little savings they had were carefully accumulated for emergencies. Cui Xiang secretly used these funds?


    Chi Ying lost her appetite, instructing Xiao Qiu to summon the steward to inspect the treasury thoroughly and report back.


    Half an hour later, the steward returned, falling to his knees in tears: "Old servant failed! Please punish me!"


    "Get up! Xiao Qiu, help him up," Chi Ying ordered, sipping water to calm herself.


    The steward sobbed, "Madam, thirteen hundred taels are missing from the treasury. These are the hard-earned savings we all worked for. Old servant failed to guard it properly. Even death can''t make up for this failure!"


    Zhong Lvping gasped, dropping her needlework: "What? How could this happen? Is it... Could it be...?"


    Chi Ying, gripping her teacup, suppressing her anger: "Xiao Qiu, summon the treasury guards and Prince Jing!"


    Soon, several soldiers and the accountant arrived, seeing Chi Ying''s stern expression and kneeling silently.


    After a while, Cui Xiang arrived, looking haggard.


    "Second Sister-in-law," he greeted listlessly, glancing sorrowfully at Zhong Lvping.


    "Huai You, you''ve been in Yan Prefecture for months. I haven''t checked on you," Chi Ying maintained politeness despite her anger. "Yan Prefecture is poorer than Beijing. Hope you can adapt."


    Cui Xiang replied dully, "Thank you for your concern. I read books and take walks. Life is tolerable."


    Xiao Qiu snapped, "Tolerable? You stole over a thousand taels and consider it tolerable? Would you be satisfied if the entire tax revenue of Yan Prefecture went to your extravagance?"


    Chi Ying immediately scolded, "Xiao Qiu! Be quiet. How dare you speak to His Highness like that?"


    The soldiers and accountant realized something serious was happening and kowtowed continuously, pleading for mercy.


    Cui Xiang seemed confused: "What''s going on?"


    "Prince Jing, a question: Do you know where the missing thirteen hundred taels from the treasury went?" Chi Ying asked cautiously, hoping for clarification.


    Cui Xiang answered bluntly, "I had it taken. What''s the problem?"


    Chi Ying nearly fainted, shocked by his nonchalance. "Where did you spend the money?"


    Cui Xiang glanced at Zhong Lvping before answering, "On some small trinkets for Cousin Zhong. If you don''t believe me, ask her."


    Chi Ying was almost driven to collapse, unable to speak. Zhong Lvping massaged her back, alarmed by her condition, standing up angrily: "You��you! Still not ashamed? Those gifts aren''t cheap. How can you say such things?"


    Cui Xiang smiled faintly: "If you truly valued those gifts, you wouldn''t ignore me."


    Zhong Lvping was almost speechless with rage, pointing at him: "You��you��"


    The steward stepped forward: "Seventh Prince, if you want to buy gifts, you should inform me. How could you take so much without telling anyone? These are the hard-earned savings of Yan Prefecture!"


    "Who are you to lecture me?" Cui Xiang retorted, turning to scold the steward. "This is Wu Wang''s mansion. My brother''s home. When did you start making decisions here?"


    The steward was speechless, utterly defeated.

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    Cui Xiang nearly infuriated everyone in the room, oblivious to their reactions, continuing: "This is Wu Wang''s mansion. I''m His Highness''s younger brother. Using some money from the treasury, what''s wrong with that? Need I consult you? Who are you?"


    The steward''s eyes bulged, speechless, nearly fainting.


    "Shut up!" Chi Ying managed to recover, almost collapsing again from anger. "Huai You, do you know the treasury''s money is reserved for major events? Without informing anyone, you took it. Even if the steward is a servant, you''re part of the family. At least tell me, your sister-in-law!"


    The accountant panicked, kowtowing: "Forgive me, Madam! Prince Jing said he needed money. I thought it was a minor matter and didn''t need to disturb you. I didn''t realize he took so much. Forgive me!"


    Cui Xiang remained unrepentant: "So what if I took it? It''s not much. Why be so stingy, Second Sister-in-law?"


    Chi Ying laughed bitterly, her voice rising: "Stingy? Stingy?! Cui Huaiyou! Your brother left Beijing penniless. We nearly starved before reaching Gan Prefecture. Yan Prefecture is remote and barren. Bai Lian traveled far to buy rice. General Yang hunted in the snow. General Cao planted crops early spring, braving cold snowmelt. Do you know any of this?"


    Xiao Qiu knelt, sobbing: "Madam, please calm down! Don''t hurt the baby!"


    Chi Ying clutched her abdomen, collapsing weakly. Zhong Lvping screamed, "Sister! Sister, what''s wrong? Quickly, fetch a doctor!"


    A soldier rushed to summon a doctor. An hour later, after taking medicine, Chi Ying fell asleep. Xiao Qiu paid the doctor and sent him off.


    Two hours later, Chi Ying, after taking the fetal protection medicine and lying down, Xiao Qiu paid the doctor and escorted him out. The main hall...


    In the main hall, only the group of derelict bodyguards, the steward, and Cui Xiang, who sat dazed in his chair, remained.


    Zhong L��ping had settled Chi Ying down and instructed the wet nurse not to let Xiao Cui Xian disturb her rest before quietly returning to the main hall.


    The steward hurriedly greeted her as soon as he saw her approach: "Cousin! Is Lady alright?"


    "The doctor said it was due to extreme anger affecting her pregnancy, but she has taken the medicine and is now asleep. It should be fine," Zhong L��ping reassured the steward gently, then turned to Cui Xiang, "Your Highness."


    Only now did Cui Xiang realize the gravity of his mistake, slowly raising his head, his gaze evasive.


    Without a word, Zhong L��ping slapped him across the face with a loud "smack," startling even Xia Qiu who was about to step over the threshold.


    Cui Xiang stared at her, completely stunned, forgetting even to touch his cheek.


    "This slap is on behalf of His Highness," Zhong L��ping''s face was grim, her normally beautiful features now looking fierce, clearly enraged. "When everyone in Yanzhou is being frugal and self-reliant, you indulge in laziness and squander money from the royal treasury on frivolous pursuits. When discovered by Lady, instead of repenting, you insulted the steward and caused her to miscarry. Now that His Highness is away, you may still have a good life, but when he returns, we''ll see whose slap hurts more��mine or his."


    Cui Xiang finally realized he had been slapped, touching his swollen cheek, which had already reddened after just a short while.


    Zhong L��ping was indeed a woman of military background; though she couldn''t ride horses or fight like her father and brothers, she must have practiced martial arts for fitness since childhood. The force of her slap was almost comparable to a man''s, and if she hadn��t held back, someone as frail as Cui Xiang might have bled from the mouth.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Zhong sister... L��ping, you... you hit me?" Cui Xiang felt his fragile heart shatter into countless pieces, nearly losing all hope.


    Ignoring him, Zhong L��ping turned to the steward, "Steward Fang, I haven''t touched the gifts sent by Seventh Prince; they are all stored in boxes. Tomorrow, please send someone to collect them. Those that can be returned should be, and those that can''t, sell them. I will find ways to cover the shortfall. If Lady asks, say nothing is missing, understood?"


    The steward, filled with guilt, repeatedly replied, "How can this be? The money disappeared without a trace from the treasury, it''s my fault for failing to notice. How can I let Cousin bear the loss? Let me handle it!"


    Zhong L��ping removed her earrings and, thinking again, took off her jade bracelet, handing them both to him, "These are things I brought from home. Sell them as best as you can. If necessary, my embroidery skills are decent enough to make handkerchiefs and sachets to sell. Over time, we can make up the difference. I also share responsibility for this; if I had told Lady earlier, none of this would have happened."


    The steward was almost in tears, "Please don''t trouble Cousin with needlework, I will find another way!" The bodyguards also contributed, stuffing valuable items into the steward��s arms.


    Heartbroken Cui Xiang stood neglected, like an abandoned weed.


    A few days later, Cui Yi returned to Yanzhou Prefecture. Before hearing the happy news of Chi Ying''s pregnancy, he first heard about her miscarriage, nearly exploding with rage. He immediately scolded everyone, including Baili Zan, regardless of their innocence, then rushed anxiously to the bedroom.


    Cui Xiang didn''t dare go out to greet him. Hearing the servant''s report, he turned pale and began searching for white silk to hang himself, only stopped by servants who dragged him back inside.


    In the main courtyard, Cui Yi held Chi Ying''s hand, sitting beside her bed, repeatedly confirming she was safe. Only after the doctor advised further rest did he finally relax.


    Xia Qiu vividly recounted the events of that day, describing how Zhong L��ping slapped Cui Xiang. Cui Yi angrily exclaimed, "Well-deserved! Huai You acted recklessly, thinking he could squander money like a wealthy prince. Everyone works hard to earn money, yet he spends it without hesitation. If he doesn''t learn his lesson, who knows what bigger trouble he might cause."


    He seemed ready to give his brother another lesson, but Chi Ying held him back, "Huai You is young, the youngest son of the late emperor, spoiled since childhood. He can be a bit immature. Zhong sister''s slap should suffice; I believe he won''t repeat such mistakes. Don''t be angry with him."


    Cui Yi sighed, "Young, yes, but you''re younger than him, and yet you''re so capable."


    Chi Ying smiled, teasing, "I''m a woman, women mature early. Think back to when you were eighteen or nineteen, were you any better than Huai You?"


    Cui Yi was speechless, Xia Qiu giggling behind her hand until he glared, sending her running under the pretense of fetching medicine.


    "Are you really okay?" Cui Yi stroked her face, worried, "After three months apart, you''ve become thinner. With your pregnancy, you should eat more."


    Chi Ying smiled, holding his hand, "I ate, but threw it up. Normal during the first four months."


    Cui Yi remained concerned but knew there was little he could do about morning sickness. It would pass naturally.


    "Speaking of which, in Xuanzhou, I asked local doctors about safflower."


    Chi Ying laughed helplessly, "Why are you still thinking about safflower?"


    Cui Yi shook his head seriously, "Listen, the doctor said safflower is a strong medicinal herb, effective for promoting blood circulation, but it severely damages the body. Women who take safflower often cannot conceive within a year. So even during menstruation, unless absolutely necessary, they avoid taking it."


    Chi Ying knew some women suffered severe menstrual pain but neither she nor her sister needed medication. She hadn''t known about this aspect until now, curious, "So what I drank wasn''t safflower?"


    Cui Yi frowned, "I suspect not. Remember, the imperial physician claimed you were pregnant, despite no evidence. Isn''t that strange?"


    Chi Ying recalled, "Yes, I found it odd. I meant to tell you, but our carriage was ambushed, and I forgot."


    Cui Yi continued, "Shan Fuzhi suggested asking if you remember what the imperial physician looked like. Whoever falsely reported your pregnancy likely faked the safflower too. Someone is secretly helping us. Do you know who it might be?"


    Chi Ying rubbed her temples, "I didn��t get a good look at the physician... Wait, did you discover this yourself or did Shan suggest it?"


    Cui Yi almost roared, "Obviously, I discovered it! How could he know about your pregnancy from Xuanzhou? I��m smart too!"


    Chi Ying laughed, cupping his face, "Alright, alright, you''re the smartest person in the world. Forget about Shan. If my pregnancy was fake and so was the safflower, the same person must be behind it. They went to great lengths to protect me, not by chance."


    Cui Yi chuckled, grinning sheepishly, "Were you secretly flirting with the imperial physician? Next time, bring him along. We wouldn��t need to hire doctors anymore."


    Chi Ying pinched his nose, laughing, "No! I wanted to learn more from Sister Cheng, but we ended up separated. If there was a suitable imperial physician, I wouldn��t let go."


    She pondered, recalling a shadowy figure who seemed to fit the criteria of someone trying to protect her, but couldn��t quite place who it was.


    The next day, at the welcome banquet, Cui Yi publicly reprimanded his younger brother and ordered thirty lashes for the guards responsible for the treasury. He replaced them with new personnel.


    The accountant was dismissed with three months'' salary for his failure to report the theft, deemed worse than mere negligence. Cui Yi insisted strict punishment was necessary to prevent future insubordination.


    Cui Xiang, being a prince, received a month''s house arrest, forbidden from seeing anyone without Cui Yi or Chi Ying''s permission.


    Isolated, Cui Xiang grew increasingly despondent, barely eating. Servants reported that the prince skipped meals, causing Chi Ying to laugh, "For a grown man, he eats less than me, pregnant as I am. Truly lovesick, isn''t he?"


    Cui Yi, seated opposite, glanced up from his meal, "Ignore him. If he starves himself, so be it. A real man should focus on responsibilities, not unrequited love."


    "But Huai You is your brother, closer than others. Don��t you feel bad for him?" Chi Ying sipped her soup, "Zhong L��ping checked with General Yang, knowing he has someone else in mind. Why not help Huai You?"


    Cui Yi firmly shook his head, "No, one, Zhong L��ping doesn��t like him, and I promised Second Uncle she��d marry someone she loves as his wife. Two, Huai You is already married, ruining Zhong L��ping��s life would be unforgivable."


    Chi Ying nodded, "And the second reason?"


    Cui Yi gestured for privacy, Xia Qiu clearing the room. "Shan Fuzhi said no matter whom Zhong L��ping likes, it can''t be Huai You. If she marries him, all our efforts could end up benefiting others."


    Chi Ying thought for a moment, "I understand, but Second Uncle doesn��t seem like that kind of person."

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    Cui Yi mentioned, "He bought a large number of privately made arrows from Xuanzhou. Ye Jia tested him, and he didn��t refuse. Otherwise, Xie Xiao wouldn��t have dared produce so many, risking death if discovered by the emperor."


    "So, we leave it hanging?" Chi Ying initially feared Cui Xiang might become another Xie Yong, but relaxed over time seeing his isolation. "Huai You is stubborn, refusing to believe us and getting lost alone. Once he sets his mind, he rarely changes. As long as Zhong L��ping isn''t married, he won''t give up, either tormenting himself or others."


    Understanding his brother''s character better, Cui Yi agreed, "He appears submissive but is very stubborn. The best solution is to arrange Zhong L��ping��s marriage quickly, ending all hopes. But right now, we lack suitable candidates."


    They considered options. Yang Qiong was preoccupied with Cheng Feiyi in Chang Yao, and Cao Qian was about to marry. No one was available.


    Frustrated, Cui Yi waved dismissively, "Forget it for now. On August 16th, Cao Qian��s wedding, officers above captain rank are invited. Zhong L��ping can choose someone herself. If she likes anyone, I��ll promote them accordingly."


    Chi Ying happily listed preparations: fabrics, grains, pelts, silver, renovating Cao Qian��s residence, adding a wardrobe.


    Cui Yi approved, "Post-war, excessive spending is inappropriate. This is perfect... Oh, add something festive. I saw a red coral at Xie Xiao��s mansion, perfect for the occasion. Originally for you, but give it to Cao Qian!"


    Chi Ying agreed, "Red coral symbolizes joy and luck. Perfect for the occasion."


    Cui Yi sighed, "If you��re happy, I��m content."


    On August 16th, a prosperous day, Cao Qian��s wedding in Xuanzhou was celebrated grandly.


    Cao Qian, a close confidant of Cui Yi, highly respected in the military, had earned the people��s love through his deeds. Early that morning, crowds gathered to congratulate him. Dressed in red, he rode to fetch his bride.


    His wife��s family, wealthy merchants, provided lavish dowries. Along the route, servants distributed sweets, and the procession was cheered by locals bearing gifts.


    At the ceremony, lacking parents, Cui Yi and Chi Ying stood in for them. Cao Qian, radiant with joy, performed the rituals with his bride.


    Baili Zan, in ceremonial attire, officiated, "First bow!"


    The small hall packed with friends, Miao Qiong and Shan Jian unable to attend, sent their congratulations.


    Unexpectedly, Xu Cheng arrived. Surprised but understanding, Chi Ying greeted him warmly, "How is Elder Xu?"


    "Thanks to Your Highness, Father is much better," Xu Cheng replied, joining Cao Qian for drinks.


    Chi Ying, feeling tired, excused herself, instructing Xia Qiu to fetch herbs for Xu Cheng��s father. Returning to the palace, she summoned Zhong L��ping.


    "Cousin, why are you back so early?" Zhong L��ping asked, taking over the fan.


    Chi Ying explained, "Xu Cheng came unexpectedly. His father, former governor of Yanzhou, needs these medicines. Please deliver them."


    Zhong L��ping offered, "With the wedding outside, it��s noisy here. Rest, I��ll deliver them."


    Chi Ying whispered, "Xu Cheng may not be as handsome as General Yang, but he��s a valiant soldier. Go see if you like him. I��ll help you if you do."


    Blushing, Zhong L��ping left, promising to return soon.


    Back in the room, Xia Qiu inquired, "What if Zhong L��ping doesn��t like Xu Cheng or vice versa?"


    Chi Ying replied, "Let fate decide. If they connect, wonderful. If not, it��s not meant to be."


    Xia Qiu massaged her legs, "If Zhong L��ping marries Xu Cheng, it stabilizes the Zhong family and ends Cui Xiang��s hopes. Plus, her qualities match Xu Cheng perfectly."


    Chi Ying laughed, "You��ve learned well. I won��t abandon you."


    Xia Qiu teased, "Never, I��ll stay by your side forever."


    Chi Ying smiled, "Good, I need you."


    In Cao Qian''s courtyard, a large group of people were drunk and slumped in various directions, some even snoring away in the corners.


    Xu Cheng and Cui Yi held Cao Qian down and poured alcohol into him until he was completely drunk. With the help of his soldiers, they went to sober up before heading to the bridal chamber. When Xu Cheng returned from the toilet, he couldn''t find Cao Qian and laughed, "Zhonghang has a poor tolerance for alcohol; he''s already drunk after less than half a catty."


    He lifted his robe and sat on a bench. Cui Yi, with bloodshot eyes, said while squinting, "Yuanke, I''m really glad you could come, truly glad."If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Xu Cheng, also quite drunk, felt his drunkenness dissipate upon hearing this and tried to stand, "I... will take a walk over there."


    "Hey! Sit down!" Cui Yi pressed his palm on Xu Cheng''s shoulder, forcing him back into his seat, "Sit, sit. You rarely come, and I have much to say to you."


    Xu Cheng was sweating profusely, knowing what Cui Yi wanted to talk about but unable to agree or escape. He remained stiffly seated, "Your Highness, you are drunk. Please go back and rest early."


    Cui Yi picked up the wine pot and refilled his cup, "Come, come, have another couple of cups."


    Xu Cheng helplessly picked up the cup, "Then... I shall follow your lead. Your Highness, please drink at your leisure." After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the entire cup in one go.


    Cui Yi cheered loudly, "Good! Refreshing! Another!"


    After three consecutive drinks, plus the previous ones, Xu Cheng started feeling dizzy and leaned on the table, panting heavily, "No... no more drinking..."


    "Yuanke, I know I owe your father and you. General Xu had to guard Yan Prefecture for twenty years because of me," Cui Yi draped an arm around Xu Cheng''s back and said with red eyes, "Twenty years... how many twenties does life have? He resents the late emperor and dislikes me, all of which I understand."


    Xu Cheng''s mind buzzed, his tongue thick as he spoke, "My father... dares not resent the late emperor... nor dare he resent Your Highness..."


    Cui Yi shook his shoulder forcefully, "There are no outsiders here, just family."


    Xu Cheng panted, "Your Highness, the late emperor... ordered that the Xu family... would never be employed again. Your Highness..."


    Cui Yi shook his head indifferently, "What past people said or did isn''t necessarily right. The late emperor made my elder brother the crown prince, so what? If I want to take his crown, can the late emperor climb out of his imperial tomb and spank my hand?"


    Xu Cheng''s eyelids drooped, almost sticking together, his voice weak, "My father once said, serving the emperor is like... like taming a tiger. He truly doesn''t wish... for me... to get involved... in these conflicts..."


    Cui Yi seemed not to understand, patting Xu Cheng''s back hard, nearly making him vomit blood.


    "You tell me! What do you want? Just say it!" Under the influence of alcohol, Cui Yi''s speech became illogical, "Titles, fiefs, gold, beauties... just name it!"


    Xu Cheng''s stomach churned violently, and he turned aside to vomit.


    At this moment, Zhong L��ping arrived. In a yard full of drunk men sprawled everywhere, she was the only lady, dressed in a water-green dress, carrying a box filled with medicinal herbs. She gracefully stepped over obstacles, looking like a fairy descending.


    "Your Highness? How can Your Highness be so drunk?" Zhong L��ping exclaimed, "Someone, please help His Highness back to rest..." Turning her head, she realized no one was sober and couldn''t help laughing bitterly.


    Cui Yi waved his hand, indicating it wasn''t serious, "I''m fine. Why are you here? Did your sister send you?"


    Zhong L��ping smiled beautifully, "My sister knew Your Highness would be happy tonight, insisting on getting drunk. I came to deliver medicine."


    After vomiting, Xu Cheng saw stars and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, straightening up to look for water to rinse his mouth. Turning around, he saw Zhong L��ping.


    One was a burly, drunk general, utterly disheveled.


    The other was a graceful, ethereal young lady, as beautiful as a celestial being.


    They looked at each other.


    Cui Yi, still somewhat sober, saw this scene and suddenly got an idea, grabbing Zhong L��ping''s wrist and pulling her forward, "This is my younger sister, fifteen years old, unmarried..."


    Xu Cheng almost fell to the ground in shock, hurriedly waving his hands, "Your Highness, don''t joke! My father arranged my marriage when I was nine, and the girl will marry me in a few years when she turns fifteen."


    Cui Yi: "..."


    Zhong L��ping: "..."


    Another one taken! Zhong L��ping didn''t know whether to laugh or cry, quickly changing the subject, "Your Highness is drunk, talking nonsense. General Xu, please don''t take it seriously. This is the medicine Lady sent for Old General Xu''s health. Please accept it."


    Xu Cheng thanked gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness and Lady." Reaching out to take it, he realized his hands weren''t clean and quickly wiped them on his robe before accepting it solemnly.


    Zhong L��ping looked around and found no one awake, so she said to him, "It seems the party is over. Can you watch over His Highness for a bit while I call someone to take him back?"


    After vomiting, Xu Cheng''s head cleared a bit, so he nodded. Zhong L��ping hurried off and soon returned with four or five soldiers who carried the now sleeping Cui Yi back to the palace.


    "Where will you stay tonight, General? Where is your attendant?" Zhong L��ping asked.


    Xu Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling alcohol breath, "I brought a servant, but he must be drunk too. I''ll find a guesthouse in town for the night and leave tomorrow morning."


    Zhong L��ping, not the hostess, couldn''t keep him, nodding in agreement. At that moment, Xiao Qiu arrived.


    Xiao Qiu bowed to both of them, "General Xu, Lady has prepared a guest room. Please stay at the palace tonight."


    Xu Cheng thought it was a good idea and bowed back, "Then I''ll trouble you. Please thank Lady for me." Xiao Qiu agreed and left, leaving Xu Cheng and Zhong L��ping alone on the street.


    Perhaps due to Cui Yi''s earlier words, Xu Cheng felt awkward now that they were alone. He tried to make small talk, "Miss, may I ask your surname? I remember the eldest princess left by the late emperor is only thirteen this year."


    Zhong L��ping explained her relationship with Cui Yi, and Xu Cheng nodded, "Miss Zhong, coming to such a distant place alone... enduring hardships, how could General Zhong bear to let you?"


    "My stubbornness insisted on coming. Father initially disagreed but eventually gave in," Zhong L��ping smiled faintly, her expression slightly melancholic, "Since childhood, my parents never restricted me. Whatever I wanted to do or wherever I wanted to go, I could decide myself. Coming here with His Highness and my sister is the same."


    Xu Cheng was silent for a moment, then said, "But as parents, they always hope their children live peaceful lives. Otherwise, they won''t have peace in their old age, which is the children''s unfilial behavior."


    Zhong L��ping smiled gently, "Children have their own fortunes. It can''t be generalized. A person lives a lifetime, living for filial piety while parents are alive, compromising for a spouse after marriage, planning for children later. Decades are long, but not a moment is lived for oneself. What''s the point?"


    Xu Cheng frowned, muttering, "As they say, circumstances force one''s actions..."


    Zhong L��ping replied, "Though fate is predetermined, how one lives is up to oneself. Does facing inevitable death mean one shouldn''t care about happiness?"


    Xu Cheng fell silent, walking forward with heavy steps. Zhong L��ping followed quietly, maintaining a distance of two or three steps, returning to the palace together.


    At the palace''s central courtyard, Xu Cheng stopped Zhong L��ping, "I have a question lingering in my heart, unanswered for years. Can Miss help me?"


    "Please speak."


    "There are two paths ahead: one I choose myself, the other chosen by my parents. Choosing the latter ensures peace but a mediocre life. Choosing the former might bring glory but also thorny paths, countless dangers, possibly even death. How should I decide?"


    Zhong L��ping lowered her head, thinking for a moment, "General, deep down, you already have the answer, don''t you?"


    Xu Cheng remained silent. Zhong L��ping added, "If you don''t want your parents to worry, prove through actions that your choice is correct��besides, nothing lasts forever, and true peace is rare in this world."


    "It''s late. I must bid farewell."


    The next morning, Xu Cheng thanked Lady for the medicine and had breakfast before returning home with his servant.


    Lady sighed at Xu Cheng''s engagement, consoling Zhong L��ping without further mention.


    Unexpectedly, a month later, things took a turn. In late September during the busy farming season, Xu Cheng returned.


    Cui Yi was reading reports from various regions in the prefectural office, frustrated by the aftermath of war��population decline and land reduction. Hearing the city gate guards report Xu Cheng''s arrival, he leaped up joyfully, overturning the desk and rushing out to greet him.


    Xu Cheng, in military uniform, led his horse into the city. Seeing Cui Yi running towards him, he hurried forward and knelt on one knee, "Commander Xu Cheng, leading 3,000 civilian soldiers from Bin County, reporting for duty!"


    Cui Yi happily helped him up, "You''re here! You''re here!"


    Xu Cheng''s arrival undoubtedly added to Wu Wang''s chances of victory. The Xu family guarded Huben Pass for twenty years, and Xu Cheng grew up in Yan Prefecture, familiar with its terrain and climate, experienced in fighting northern cavalry. With him stationed in Yan, Cui Yi could focus on advancing into Central China to fight Cui Jie.


    However, Xu Cheng brought his fianc��e, Nian Shi, eight years younger, with a round face, resembling a child. Standing beside Xu Cheng, they looked like father and daughter from behind.


    Cui Yi sympathetically looked at his sister��now even Yuanke has a fianc��e. There are no suitable generals in Yan''s camp for you.


    Nian Jiaojiao, twelve years old, was lively and unafraid of strangers, calling Lady "Princess Sister-in-law," endearing herself to everyone. Lady and Zhong L��ping liked her, and though Xu Cheng had a fianc��e, it wasn''t appropriate for them to live together. Lady arranged for Nian Jiaojiao to stay at the palace.


    With a child in the palace, Little Cuixian had a playmate and clung less to her mother, allowing Lady to focus on her pregnancy.


    Under Bai Lizan''s coordination, grain from Xuanzhou and Jiangzhou was transported north, solving Yan''s winter food shortage.


    On New Year''s Eve, Cui Yi raised his wine glass, "Everyone has worked hard this year. I toast to you all. Second Uncle is in Jiangzhou, Gongqi and Shan Shifu in Xuanzhou, unable to celebrate with us tonight. But I believe within three years, we will gather and celebrate together."


    A large group of people sitting around the table toasted, praying for prosperity in the coming year.

 yellowish water tinged with blood

    Late at night, amidst fierce winds and snow, cries of agony echoed from inside the room. Two or three midwives pulled blankets, cheering on, while four or five maidservants rushed in and out with basins of yellowish water tinged with blood.


    Lady''s face was pale, her lips colorless, gripping the quilt tightly, breathing heavily like a fish out of water.


    Xiao Qiu pushed through the crowd, rushing to the bedside, "Madam, hold on! Ginseng soup is here!"


    Lady shivered uncontrollably from pain. Xiao Qiu carefully fed her the soup, but another wave of pain hit, causing her to scream and knock over the bowl.


    Inside the room, chaos reigned. Outside, sitting anxiously on a couch, Cui Yi twisted a cloth tiger nervously, occasionally craning his neck to see inside, his brows furrowed deeply.


    Zhong L��ping, awakened by the commotion, tried to comfort him despite her own anxiety, "Your Highness, don''t worry too much. Sister has given birth before. Elders say the second time is easier. There shouldn''t be any danger."


    Cui Yi responded distractedly, several times wanting to rush in but hesitated, knowing he''d only add to the chaos. He sat, waiting anxiously.


    Cui Xiang also rushed over, alarmed by Lady''s screams. Standing at the door, he asked a maid, "Why is Second Sister-in-law screaming so loudly? Is something wrong?"


    Xiao Qiu, carrying a basin, angrily retorted, "What are you saying? Madam is safe, how dare you speak like that?"


    Cui Xiang argued, "I''m stating facts. Childbirth is dangerous, many women die..."


    Xiao Qiu, enraged, splashed dirty water at him, "Stop talking nonsense! Get out!"


    Cui Xiang, drenched, shouted, "How dare a servant insult me!"


    Hearing the commotion outside, Cui Yi roared, "Huaiyou! Go back! This isn''t your concern!"


    Cui Xiang, dripping wet, complained, "Second Brother, your maid splashed me!"


    Cui Yi coldly replied, "You deserved it for speaking rudely. Now go!"


    Hearing more cries inside, Cui Yi ignored his brother, jumping up to peek through the bead curtain.


    Zhong L��ping mediated, "Seventh Master, please leave. You can''t help here. You''re upsetting His Highness. Go change into dry clothes."


    Cui Xiang, dejected, lamented, "Everyone bullies me in the palace, even servants disrespect me. Only you care about me."


    Zhong L��ping clarified hastily, "We''re siblings, it''s natural to care for each other. Go back!"


    Cui Xiang, clearly interested in more than sibling affection, ignored Lady''s pain, noticing Zhong L��ping''s thin attire, "You''re underdressed. Here, take my black mink cloak."


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    Zhong L��ping refused, "I came in a hurry. It''s warm inside with the charcoal brazier."


    Cui Xiang persisted, offering the cloak. Zhong L��ping firmly declined, pushing him away. Finally, Cui Yi lost patience, "Enough! Get out!"


    At that moment, a baby''s cry echoed from inside. Cui Yi rejoiced, rushing in, colliding with a midwife, who bumped into a maid, causing a chain reaction of falls. Lady, exhausted, laughed despite the pain.


    A midwife washing the baby smiled, "Congratulations, Your Highness, it''s a little prince!"


    Cui Yi ignored everything else, rushing to Lady''s side, holding her hand, "How are you?"


    Lady smiled weakly, "Fine, just tired."


    A midwife suggested, "Your Highness, please wait outside while we tidy up. Then you can come back."


    The room smelled of urine and blood, the bed messy. Reluctantly, Cui Yi left, waiting outside.


    Outside, Zhong L��ping was pushing Cui Xiang away. He refused to leave. Happy about the new arrival, Cui Yi, annoyed by Cui Xiang, ordered, "Drag him away! Lady needs rest."


    Servants dragged Cui Xiang away. Zhong L��ping sighed, "I can''t handle him anymore. How is Sister? Boy or girl?"


    Cui Yi replied, "She''s fine. It''s a boy."


    Zhong L��ping congratulated, "Congratulations, Your Highness and Sister, on the new son!"


    Cui Yi, beaming, entered the room. Inside, incense burned to dispel the smell. Lady lay in clean sheets, the red bundle beside her pillow. She gently stroked the baby''s face.


    Cui Yi sat beside her, taking her hand, "You''ve been through so much."


    Lady smiled, "Better than last time. The pain lasted less than three hours, just very tiring. I can''t hold him anymore."


    Cui Yi carefully picked up the baby, showing him to Lady.


    Zhong L��ping commented, "Look at those eyebrows and eyes, just like Your Highness. The nose and mouth resemble Sister."


    The baby''s eyes were squinted, skin wrinkled, but his hair was exceptionally black, unlike most newborns. His eyebrows glistened with moisture, indeed resembling Cui Yi.


    Lady smiled weakly, "Like Your Highness is good, handsome, won''t have trouble finding a wife."


    Cui Yi, flattered, added, "Better like Sister, meticulous and thoughtful, suited for great deeds."


    Zhong L��ping joked, "Looks like Your Highness, thoughts like Sister, perfect combination."


    Xiao Qiu brought in a tray, "Yes, yes, Young Master will be talented and handsome. Madam, please drink this red date and black chicken soup. The doctor says it''s best for replenishing blood."


    Lady nodded. Zhong L��ping called for the nursemaid to feed the baby.


    Cui Yi tasted the soup, ensuring it was neither too hot nor cold, feeding Lady himself. Zhong L��ping watched, envious, "Such a loving couple, enviable."


    Lady laughed, coughing slightly. Cui Yi wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "Unfortunately, there are no suitable generals for you under my command. You''ll have to keep admiring us."


    Zhong L��ping laughed, asking, "Did Huaiyou come earlier?"


    Cui Yi replied, "I sent him away to avoid disturbing you."


    Lady, slightly reproachful, asked, "He came to check on me, why send him away?"


    Cui Yi grunted, "He was annoying. Drink your soup."


    Lady sipped obediently, smiling at the sight of her newborn son and her husband''s care.


    The intestines are made of glass, and whatever is calculated in the heart can be seen by others at a glance. Do you really think he came to visit you? If it weren''t for Green Ping being here, he might not have come at all."


    Chi Ying sighed helplessly, "This child is too stubborn; we need to find a solution."


    Zhong Green Ping hurriedly said, "Sister has just given birth and needs proper rest. These unnecessary worries should not trouble you. I will personally explain to him clearly, and I believe he will give up then."


    Chi Ying thought this was also good and did not inquire further.


    The prince''s mansion welcomed a precious son, and the day coincided with the Dragon Head-Raising Festival on the second day of the second month, as if it were an auspicious sign sent by heaven. Plus, the continuous heavy snow finally cleared up that day, revealing a vast expanse of clear sky and snow-covered land. Cui Yi named his son Hao.


    Hao means both white and vast, symbolizing profound meaning.


    Everyone in Yan Prefecture, as well as those in Xuan Prefecture and Jiang Prefecture, sent gifts to celebrate. At the same time, the imperial court heard the news, and Emperor Cui Jie sent several carts of silk, brocade, wine, rice, oil, and salt to Yan Prefecture to congratulate his younger brother on having a son. He also attached a letter stating that the Empress Dowager was very pleased to hear that the King of Wu had a son and hoped they would return to the capital for some time, preferably bringing little Cui Hao along so the whole family could enjoy their time together.


    Chi Ying, who had just finished her confinement period, laughed upon seeing the letter, waving the letter and saying, "The emperor is treating us like fools, sending such a transparent letter. Guo Ziyang is best known for luring people into traps. Is he running out of tricks or what? Why isn''t he setting any traps this time?"


    Nian Jiaojiao, who was peeling an orange for Xiao Cui Xian, rolled her eyes and said, "They say a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. The emperor is now only this big, so it seems he wasn''t much before."


    Everyone in the room laughed. Bai Li Zan stroked his beard and said, "Although this letter looks straightforward, there may still be deeper traps hidden within. Since Guo Ziyang has twice plotted our near-death escape, this time he must not be running out of tricks but rather playing dumb to make us let our guard down before striking."


    "Mr. Bai''s words do make sense," Zhong Green Ping said, biting off a thread and placing the tiger hat she had made aside, "But from what I see, there''s nothing hidden in this letter. Perhaps this letter wasn''t drafted by Guo Ziyang? The emperor has so many advisors; surely he''s not the only one giving advice?"


    Bai Li Zan felt uncertain and scratched his chin. Chi Ying said, "Let it be. We''ve already rebelled; who listens to him anymore? Accept the gifts and send the envoy packing. This matter is settled. It''s estimated that the prince and the others will soon reach Xuan Prefecture. Send someone to inform them to be cautious and listen more to Mr. Shan and Second Uncle. We''ll just defend Yan Prefecture well and prevent the Northern Di people from taking advantage."

 benefactor

    In early February, after Chi Ying finished her confinement period, Cui Yi reluctantly had to lead troops to Xuan Prefecture for rotation. Although Yang Qiong was skilled with spears, his combat experience was far inferior to Cui Yi''s, and his understanding of the generals in the imperial court was insufficient. It was unwise for him to guard Xuan Prefecture alone.


    Cao Qian had just gotten married, and Chi Ying felt it was inappropriate to separate them. Besides, he had been following Cui Yi everywhere, enduring hardships, and needed a break. So she sent Xu Cheng along to establish military achievements and gain a foothold in the Yan Prefecture camp.


    After they arrived at Xuan Prefecture and completed various handovers, Yang Qiong returned to Yan Prefecture. Everyone was happy about Yang Qiong''s return, including Nian Jiaojiao, who had never met him before. She admired him after hearing about his journey to save his benefactor, Cheng Fengyi.


    Only Cui Xiang was depressed almost to death. With Yang Qiong returning, Zhong Green Ping would pay even less attention to him. On the second day after Chi Ying gave birth, Zhong Green Ping went to the side courtyard to talk to him. Although her words were subtle, her meaning was clear: she hoped he wouldn''t bother her anymore and focus on other things.


    However, if he were easily persuaded, he wouldn''t be Cui Xiang. From February to March, he became increasingly resentful. Upon hearing that Yang Qiong was returning to Yan Prefecture, his hostility reached unprecedented heights, to the point where even the maidservants could see the dark aura around him.


    How could Yang Qiong compare to him? In terms of family background, he was born into royalty, surpassing countless others. Who could be nobler than a prince? In appearance, he was no worse off, growing up in luxury. Unlike battle-hardened warriors with scars and weathered faces, he was refined. As for talent, he studied in the upper study hall since childhood, and only top scholars were qualified to teach him. How could he be inferior to a poor man who had to sell himself to bury his father?


    Comparing everything, Cui Xiang grew angrier, unable to understand why Zhong Green Ping liked Yang Qiong.


    Zhong Green Ping had no idea he misunderstood her intentions, so Cui Xiang didn''t even get a chance to hear her explanation, spiraling deeper into his own delusions.


    Regardless of his depression, Yang Qiong returned to Yan Prefecture in early April. Chi Ying had caught a cold a few days earlier and couldn''t go out, so she entrusted Zhong Green Ping to greet him at the city gate and represent Cui Yi in rewarding the soldiers for their hard work over the year. Since Zhong Green Ping arrived in Yan Prefecture, Chi Ying''s burden had lightened considerably, allowing her more time to spend with her children.


    Wearing the "imperial envoy''s hat," Zhong Green Ping left the mansion first, followed secretly by Cui Xiang and his servant. Hearing the report, Chi Ying was accustomed to it and, due to her headache, didn''t take it seriously.


    At the southern city gate, Yang Qiong dismounted, and Zhong Green Ping greeted him on behalf of Chi Ying, "General Yang, you must be tired from your journey."


    "Miss Zhong?" Yang Qiong was slightly surprised to see her and quickly bowed, "How dare I trouble Miss to come and welcome me!"


    "Sister is unwell and must rest in bed according to the doctor''s orders, so I''m doing it for her," Zhong Green Ping smiled.


    As the concubine of Prince Wu, Chi Ying always treated her subordinates generously, greeting arrivals and seeing off departures, which had become a habit. Yang Qiong nodded and asked, "Is Lady ill? Yan Prefecture is bitterly cold, and Lady just gave birth to the young prince. It''s unsuitable for her to worry herself, so she must take care of her health."


    Bai Li Zan stroked his beard and smiled, "It''s my fault for not doing enough, causing Lady to worry about everything."


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    Yang Qiong hurriedly replied, "Sir works hard. I am merely occupying a position without contributing, failing to serve the prince faithfully and relieve Lady''s worries."


    Cui Xiang, hiding around the corner, listened angrily. Seeing Yang Qiong being polite and not asking about Zhong Green Ping, he felt deeply dissatisfied��Green Ping adored him, yet he showed no appreciation. What the king begged for, he squandered!


    After announcing the rewards for the soldiers, Yang Qiong led the army back to the camp, while Bai Li Zan and Zhong Green Ping went about their tasks. Cui Xiang sat dejectedly against the wall, scratching his ears, and returned to the mansion listlessly.


    The next day, Yang Qiong came to the mansion to pay his respects.


    A charcoal brazier warmed the room, with a basin of water placed above it to keep the air moist. Red paper cutouts adorned the windows, and the afternoon sun slanted in, adding to the warmth.


    Chi Ying sat on the bed under a thin quilt, reading a book, while Zhong Green Ping sat across the table, embroidering shoes for Xiao Cui Hao. Nian Jiaojiao held Xiao Cui Xian, teaching her a folk song from Yan Prefecture.


    Seeing this scene, Yang Qiong smiled, "Lady''s place is getting livelier."


    Nian Jiaojiao looked up and grinned, "Brother Yang is back!"


    Not recognizing her, Chi Ying introduced, "This is General Xu''s fianc��e, surnamed Nian, meaning abundance every year." Yang Qiong realized and quickly bowed, "Madam." Nian Jiaojiao pouted, "Calling me madam makes me sound old. Do I look that old?"


    Upon hearing that Yang Qiong was paying respects at the mansion, Cui Xiang couldn''t sit still and rushed over despite his servant''s attempts to stop him. Unable to enter the main yard with guards and maidservants watching, he sneaked into the neighboring yard and listened from atop the wall.


    "No!" Yang Qiong was caught off guard and apologized, "No, no, not at all! Miss Nian is youthful and in the prime of life, how could she look old? It''s my mistake."


    Zhong Green Ping quickly mediated, "Jiaojiao, don''t take advantage of Brother Yang''s unfamiliarity with your personality to bully him."


    On the wall, Cui Xiang clenched his teeth��these words sounded like a wife defending her husband! Green Ping, you''re so devoted to him that you won''t tolerate even a joke?


    Nian Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and made a face. Chi Ying smiled, "Jiaojiao is just playful and likes to joke. General Yang, please don''t mind."


    Yang Qiong assured her he wouldn''t and exchanged pleasantries with Chi Ying. Suddenly, he sighed, "If I weren''t lacking in experience and unable to bear great responsibilities, I shouldn''t have let the prince and General Xu leave Yan Prefecture, separating Lady and Miss Nian, relying on letters to convey longing."


    Nian Jiaojiao pouted, "Who''s exchanging letters with him? Hmph!"


    "The prince is our lord and must prioritize the empire and the welfare of his soldiers," Chi Ying said gently, "Even if separated and unable to exchange letters, as long as we think of each other, distance doesn''t matter. General Yang is currently single, but you''ll marry and have children someday, right?"


    Yang Qiong smiled self-deprecatingly, "I''ve failed my ancestors. I''ve decided not to marry in this life."


    Cui Xiang''s eyes widened in disbelief��such a wonderful woman as Green Ping loved him, yet he declared he wouldn''t marry. How could he live with that?


    "You still can''t let go of the past," Chi Ying sighed helplessly.


    Curious, Nian Jiaojiao asked, "What happened in the past?" Zhong Green Ping signaled her not to ask.


    Yang Qiong bowed deeply, "Lady''s kindness touches me deeply, but my decision is final. Please don''t worry about this anymore. No matter what, I will follow the prince faithfully, eliminating internal threats and defending against external enemies until death."


    With this declaration, Chi Ying couldn''t insist further. Even if Cui Yi eventually defeated the Northern Di and brought Cheng Fengyi back, Yang Qiong, respecting moral principles, would never express his feelings. His love, from its inception, was doomed to remain unfulfilled. Cheng Fengyi''s resolve and Yang Qiong''s integrity created an insurmountable gap between them, with all the pain borne by Yang Qiong alone.


    Chi Ying felt sorrow and pity, "I understand. I won''t bring this up again. But remember one thing: whether you remain single or meet someone else who can heal your heart, none of that matters. Right now, please don''t risk your life recklessly on the battlefield because you feel unburdened. Your life is as valuable as anyone else''s."


    Chi Ying''s concern wasn''t unfounded. Before meeting Cheng Fengyi, Yang Qiong once shielded Cui Yi from an arrow with his own hand. Now, with everyone in Yan Prefecture having families, even Bai Li Zan receiving warm clothes and shoes from his fianc��e, Yang Qiong''s loneliness might lead him to sacrifice himself to save others, causing regrettable consequences.


    Yang Qiong hesitated, staring at her for a moment, then lowered his head, "Yes."


    "It''s spring planting season outside the city. You should go," Chi Ying said, fearing Nian Jiaojiao might inadvertently hurt Yang Qiong with her innocent remarks, and dismissed him.


    Yang Qiong bid farewell and left. Zhong Green Ping sighed, "There are such loyal men in this world, truly difficult for him."


    Suddenly, shouts erupted outside, "I''ll show you arrogance! Who do you think you are!" Followed by scuffles, screams from maidservants, and servants trying to mediate.


    Inside, the three women rushed to the door. Zhong Green Ping saw Cui Xiang beating Yang Qiong fiercely, with servants struggling to restrain him. Afraid of harming the prince, they couldn''t intervene physically. Yang Qiong, unwilling to fight back, dodged, avoiding hurting Cui Xiang.


    Chi Ying was furious, "This is outrageous! Men, restrain Prince Jing!"


    Soldiers immediately restrained Cui Xiang, who kicked wildly, leaving marks on Yang Qiong''s clean robe. Stumbling up, Yang Qiong remained silent.


    Zhong Green Ping rushed forward, nearly in tears, "General Yang, are you hurt? Seventh Prince, why did you attack him like this?"


    Cui Xiang scoffed, spitting, "I can''t stand his arrogance! Thinking he''s someone important, just a slave bought by Sister-in-law!"


    The word "slave" slapped Yang Qiong''s face. Instantly enraged, he shouted, "What did you say?"


    Cui Xiang retorted, "What, you don''t agree? With your qualifications, you dare to be picky? Green Ping treats me coldly but favors you. You''re ungrateful!"


    "Stop!" Chi Ying stepped between them, shouting, "Prince Jing, raised with dignity and virtue, how could you behave like a thug! Take him to the side courtyard. Without my permission, he''s not allowed to leave. Anyone neglecting their duty will face military punishment!"

 Dawn Before Daybreak

    The room smelled of medicinal alcohol.


    Zhong Green Ping felt overwhelmingly guilty, dabbing medicine on Yang Qiong''s wounds while sobbing, "This is all my fault. I didn''t know Seventh Prince misunderstood so deeply, causing harm to General Yang."


    Beaten severely by Cui Xiang, Yang Qiong, though strong, was bruised and battered. Guessing the misunderstanding from Cui Xiang''s accusations and Zhong Green Ping''s apologies, he chose not to ask, saying, "It''s okay. Warriors often suffer injuries. These minor wounds are nothing. Miss Zhong, don''t take it to heart."


    Chi Ying, after dealing with Cui Xiang, came to Zhong Green Ping''s residence, looking displeased, likely due to Cui Xiang''s rude remarks during his restraint. As his sister-in-law, she had limited influence compared to Cui Yi, and Cui Xiang''s stubbornness left her helpless.


    "Today''s incident is truly unfortunate. Huai Yu has been pampered since childhood, speaking and acting without restraint. I''ve neglected his upbringing. Please forgive General Yang," Chi Ying said, seeing his bruises and cuts.


    Fortunately, Yang Qiong had a good temper. Otherwise, the mansion might have been turned upside down. Imagining Cui Xiang and Shan Jian fighting, with pots, fake mountains, and snacks flying around, Chi Ying shuddered.


    After applying the medicine, Yang Qiong dressed and politely took his leave. Chi Ying wanted to escort him and offer comfort, but he declined, leaving alone.


    Zhong Green Ping silently tidied up the medicine box. Chi Ying sat beside her, asking softly, "Did you tell him anything?"


    Zhong Green Ping shook her head, looking despondent, "I only apologized, saying I caused him trouble. Nothing else."


    Chi Ying sighed, "No wonder he looked more upset after hearing your apology than when he was beaten."


    Zhong Green Ping was puzzled, "Why? Did I say something wrong?"


    "It''s not your fault; it''s mine," Chi Ying rubbed her temples, "When the prince first came to Yan Prefecture, discussing rebellion, Generals Cao and Bai Li immediately pledged allegiance, but Yang Qiong hesitated due to his ancestors'' teachings. After Cheng Sister''s incident, we, including the prince and others, schemed... to manipulate him."


    Zhong Green Ping gasped. Chi Ying continued, "Though I''d do it again, the prince and I always feel guilty. We tried arranging a good marriage for him, hoping he wouldn''t be lonely, but he refused several times. Today''s words confirmed his decision. By apologizing, you implied you liked him, or Cui Xiang assumed so, making him think we doubted his loyalty. This hurt him more than the beating and humiliation."


    "Oh, so that''s why he seemed indifferent to my apology but visibly upset afterward," Zhong Green Ping realized, "My ignorance caused this mess. What should we do?"


    The situation was sudden, and even Chi Ying had no immediate solution. She advised Zhong Green Ping to keep her distance from Yang Qiong to avoid further misunderstandings and wrote a letter to Shan Jian in Xuan Prefecture for advice.


    Two days later, Bai Li Zan came to discuss the matter. He lamented, "I knew Seventh Prince would cause trouble. Sure enough."


    Chi Ying was worried, "Please don''t dwell on the past. Think of a solution. If General Yang remains troubled, it''ll affect our future. We already owe him; we can''t let this worsen."


    Bai Li Zan pondered, then suggested, "To resolve Yang Qiong''s issues completely, we must rescue Lady Cheng. Whether she reunites with her son and father in the capital or stays in Yan Prefecture, freeing her will lift his burdens."


    Chi Ying sighed, "Easier said than done. We want to rescue Cheng Sister, but we lack the resources. With war looming, Yan Prefecture lacks troops and generals, making it impossible."


    Bai Li Zan sighed again, "Another option is to marry Zhong Miss to Seventh Prince. Yang Qiong will have no more concerns, and the misunderstanding will be resolved."


    "..." Chi Ying was stunned, "Let''s focus on rescuing Cheng Sister. How many troops would it take to capture Chang Yao City?"


    Chi Ying was close to despair, "Mr. Bai, please suggest practical solutions. How many troops would it take to capture Chang Yao City?"


    Baili Zan laughed so hard he could barely straighten up.


    Half a month later, a letter from Xuanzhou arrived. Shan Jian��s opinion in the letter was almost identical to Baili Zan''s, but more detailed and specific.


    Shan Jian��s ingenious plan:


    First, find an appropriate opportunity to round up the Northern Di people in one fell swoop, rescue Cheng Fengyi, then fabricate the fact that her relatives in the capital were all killed by Cui Jie, forcing her to stay in Yanzhou. Then act as a matchmaker to facilitate her marriage with Yang Qiong.


    Second, feed Zhong Luiping a bowl of safflower, then marry her off to Cui Xiang. Let them enjoy themselves for a year or two, and then find a way to poison Cui Xiang��s food, making him weaker day by day until he dies.


    Chi Ying felt her scalp tingle just reading the letter. Shan Jian truly lived up to his reputation as a ruthless strategist; every method was effective but extremely cruel, going against natural justice. It was no wonder Cui Jie valued him so highly back then��it was because they were birds of a feather.


    Shan Jian��s handwriting was neat and regular, but at the end of the letter, there was a line of messy scribbles: "I disagree." No need to guess, it was Cui Yi��s annotation. Chi Ying didn��t know whether to laugh or cry, and she burned the letter, planning her next move.


    Should she save Cheng Fengyi or matchmake Zhong Luiping and Cui Xiang? Neither of these paths seemed feasible. Fighting Long Yao meant insufficient troops, and matchmaking recklessly would surely infuriate Zhong Yuanshan, leading to even greater losses.


    Chi Ying was so worried she felt like her hair was turning white. At such times, besides hoping for a miracle, there was nothing else she could do.


    But a miracle did happen.


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    One afternoon near the end of April, an uninvited guest arrived at Yanzhou Prefecture.


    Chi Ying had just fed Xiao Cui Hao and put him to sleep, feeling utterly exhausted herself when Xiaqiu called out from the courtyard, "Madam! Madam! Come quickly!"


    What was so surprising? Chi Ying forced her sleepy eyes open, slipped on her shoes, and ran out. In the sky above the Wangfu courtyard, a sea eagle was circling. The feathers looked familiar, and she immediately recognized who it belonged to.


    "Nayang!" Chi Ying called out into the air.


    The sea eagle heard its name and flapped down. Xiaqiu screamed and hid, but Chi Ying wasn��t afraid. When the eagle landed on a plum tree, she went over to check.


    Tied to the eagle��s claws was a roll of cloth, likely a letter. Chi Ying took it and saw it was indeed written by Bumu''er.


    It read: "The royal brothers of Great Chu are fighting amongst themselves. Huerhana plans to unite Ba Bian, Humengtuoer, Chacha, and other border states to invade Central China. They will meet secretly at the old Ma Quan Pass on the fifteenth of next month. Cheng is also going along. Come quickly."


    Over a year had passed since Bumu''er and Sang Duo left Yanzhou, and they hadn��t sent any letters. Now Nayang had brought news about what Chi Ying cared most about��Cheng Fengyi accompanying Huerhana to Ma Quan Pass to discuss invading Central China. She wouldn��t bring many guards to avoid drawing attention, and given Huerhana��s arrogance, they might only have a thousand personal guards.


    How could she miss such a perfect opportunity for revenge? Holding the precious piece of cloth, Chi Ying almost cried. She immediately ordered someone to summon Yang Qiong.


    Yang Qiong came, read the message, and his eyes nearly popped out in disbelief. He hesitated, looking up, but Chi Ying said, "No need to say anything. Go pack your things. I��ll have extra provisions and water prepared for you. I��ll ask Master to send five thousand troops with you. Follow Nayang and find Bumu''er. Whatever happens, you must save Sister Cheng!"


    Yang Qiong trembled, breathing heavily, and knelt down, "Thank you, Madam!" He kowtowed several times before running off.


    After Cui Yi left, Yanzhou still had twenty thousand troops. Taking five thousand away shouldn��t be a problem unless they encountered seventy thousand Northern Di soldiers attacking the city. Chi Ying��s heart pounded like a drum, praying silently that Bumu''er wasn��t deceiving her. If he held a grudge against Cui Yi and set a trap, luring Yang Qiong into an ambush, Yanzhou��s rear defense would collapse before word reached Xuanzhou.


    That night, Yang Qiong set off with his men.


    "Two thousand? Isn��t that too few?" Chi Ying was shocked.


    "These two thousand are former imperial guards who nearly died in the plague. Yang Qiong made it clear this mission was very dangerous, possibly not returning. He asked who would volunteer to go, and four thousand stepped forward. To avoid leaving Yanzhou vulnerable, he only took half," Baili Zan explained, sighing deeply. "Gong Qi told me to tell you, if he returns safely, he��s willing to be your slave for life. Even if you asked him to die immediately, he wouldn��t blink an eye."


    Chi Ying smiled bitterly, pressing her forehead. "I��ll surely go to hell after I die."


    The person she had schemed against repeatedly now thanked her profusely. The debts she owed Cheng Fengyi and Yang Qiong would probably take a lifetime to repay.


    After much deliberation, Chi Ying wrote a letter to Xuanzhou explaining the situation regarding Yang Qiong��s rescue mission.


    When Cui Yi received the letter, he was first enraged by his brother��s foolish actions, almost bursting a blood vessel. Seeing Nayang��s letter, his heart sank, thinking Bumu''er was trying to poach his allies while he was busy conquering the world. After reading the entire content, he sighed in relief, leaning back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully.


    Shan Jian observed his changing expressions in less than a minute and asked, "Is something wrong in Yanzhou? Has Lady already handled it? Is it the Northern Di?"


    "Bumu''er sent a letter through Nayang saying Huerhana has invited Ba Bian, Chacha, and others to discuss invading Central China at the ruins of Ma Quan Pass. Cheng Fengyi is going along. Lady decided to let Gong Qi lead two thousand troops to rescue her," Cui Yi summarized the key points concisely.


    Shan Jian was surprised, "Two thousand? Isn��t that too few?"


    Cui Yi rubbed his beard, "It was Gong Qi��s own decision, fearing taking too many troops would leave Hu Ben Pass undefended. What do you think?"


    Shan Jian stepped forward, bowing, "If Bumu''er��s information is true, this is a heaven-sent opportunity! Killing Huerhana and rescuing Lady Cheng would be a great victory for Your Highness, regardless of whether we can defeat the Northern Di in one stroke."


    Cui Yi seemed to have his own thoughts but didn��t elaborate. Instead, he asked, "Why do you say that?"


    "Your Highness, think about it. Cui Jie signed a humiliating treaty with the Northern Di, citing national treasury insolvency as a reason, sending married daughters of loyal ministers as tribute. This has caused public outrage, marking the greatest humiliation in Great Chu��s history. If Your Highness can kill the Northern Di king and rescue Lady Cheng, you would win the banner of righteousness. Who is better, you or your brother, would be clear as day," Shan Jian stated seriously.


    Cui Yi nodded silently, noncommittal. Shan Jian couldn��t figure out what he was thinking and asked, "Does Your Highness have other ideas?"


    "No," Cui Yi glanced at him, "You��re right, but what if the information is false? What if Bumu''er set a trap, or the letter isn��t even from him? What then?"


    Shan Jian pondered, "Given Bumu''er returned Jin Wu, he��s not that kind of person. Although arrogant, he��s genuinely devoted to Lady. Betraying General Yang would do him no good. I don��t think he��d be so foolish as to dig his own grave."


    Cui Yi insisted, "What if the letter isn��t from him? Lady only saw Nayang and the letter tied to its claw, not Bumu''er or Sang Duo. Kuo Ziyi, the emperor��s aide, loves setting traps. If they collaborated with Huerhana to ambush Gong Qi at Ma Quan Pass, how would we cope?"


    Shan Jian lowered his head, deep in thought. Cui Yi sipped tea, his eyes showing concern, "Of course, this is just my speculation based on what you said. We should assume the letter is real. But what if Gong Qi meets Bumu''er and learns the truth��that we deliberately didn��t rescue Lady Cheng back then?"


    Shan Jian slowly nodded, "Your Highness thinks ahead. If General Yang learns the truth, he might defect to Cui Jie or abandon us altogether. Not only would we lose the banner of righteousness, but our morale would plummet, putting us in grave danger."


    Cui Yi stared at him intently, "So, I want you to come up with a plan that secures the three prefectures and prevents Gong Qi from learning the truth."


    To secure the three prefectures, Zhong Yuanshan, Cui Yi, and Cao Qian must stand firm. With Yang Qiong rushing to Ma Quan Pass, even if Xu Cheng hurriedly sent troops to intercept, it might be too late. Xuanzhou was the front line against the imperial army, where every movement was closely watched. A single fly escaping would attract notice, let alone a general.


    But ignoring the situation could lead to Yang Qiong fleeing with Cheng Fengyi, causing immeasurable damage to the Wu King��s camp.


    "Allow me to think it over," Shan Jian bowed and left.


    A full day later, Shan Jian returned with the best plan available.


    His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles under them, suggesting he hadn��t slept. He carried a roll of paper filled with chaotic drawings.


    "The best defense is offense. To secure the three prefectures, we cannot sit idle. Even without Yang Qiong��s situation, we must lure the imperial army into attacking."


    Shan Jian used cold tea to wash his face, yawning as he spread the papers filled with bizarre lines on the table. "Please look, Your Highness."


    This matter was significant, so Cui Yi specially summoned Xu Cheng. Xu Cheng leaned in to see the papers covered with random lines and no annotations, utterly confused.


    Cui Yi asked, "Yuanke, what do you think?"


    Xu Cheng��s lips twitched, "This looks like a centipede, this�� a spider, and this one, like someone dancing."


    "What nonsense!" Shan Jian almost spat blood hearing this, angrily retorting, "What centipedes and spiders? Are we celebrating Dragon Boat Festival? These are battle maps I drew last night!"


    The two unsophisticated men suddenly understood, nodding eagerly, asking for details.


    Shan Jian smoothed out the paper resembling a centipede, irritated, "This is a canyon north of Xuanzhou, with forked roads. Your Highness leads troops to ambush here. Find a soldier similar in build and dress him in Your Highness��s armor, riding Jin Wu, pretending to lead a troop northward. Once the enemy arrives, attack from both sides to eliminate them."


    Xu Cheng doubted, "Where will the enemy come from?"


    Shan Jian snapped, "Don��t interrupt!" Xu Cheng fell silent.


    Next, Shan Jian pointed to the spider-like map, "With Your Highness absent, only General Xu will defend Xuanzhou. Xuanzhou is located in the central-western part. If attacked, escape routes will be limited. Therefore, General Xu should lead troops to Shuangchang, a strategic location a hundred miles west of Xuanzhou, ensuring sufficient reaction time if attacked."


    Xu Cheng wanted to say something but feared angering Shan Jian, holding back.


    Shan Jian drew six or seven maps, detailing enemy movements and corresponding counteractions. His explanation was thorough, leaving Cui Yi and Xu Cheng nodding continuously.


    The core of the plan was creating the illusion of Cui Yi��s departure, luring Shi Bangze to attack, thereby eliminating the last remnants of the anti-rebellion army.


    The most critical step was ensuring Shi Bangze and Cui Jie learned separately about Yang Qiong��s mission��without informing each other, or the plan would fail.


    "Since this is crucial, how do you propose to execute it?" Cui Yi asked.


    Shan Jian smirked sinisterly, startling Xu Cheng.


    "Shi Bangze isn��t difficult. Once Your Highness moves troops, spies will report back. Shi Bangze, eager for merit, will act without authorization," Shan Jian confidently tapped the northeastern corner of the map, "As for the imperial court, a letter under Prince Jing��s name will make Cui Jie believe it."


    Cui Yi frowned slightly, disliking betrayal but accepting it, "Do it. Yuanke, gather eight thousand troops. I��m leaving now."


    Xu Cheng remained uneasy, examining the spider-like map, frowning deeply.


    Shan Jian challenged, "General seems unconvinced."


    Xu Cheng shook his head vigorously, "No, no, not at all! Sir misunderstands. I��m just worried if Shi Bangze doesn��t attack or chase Your Highness, your efforts will be wasted. People are unpredictable!"


    Shan Jian sneered, "Unpredictable? Nothing is easier to understand than human nature. If you can��t grasp it, you��re simply not dirty enough."


    "Dirty?" Xu Cheng was puzzled, but Shan Jian yawned and went to sleep.


    After lunch, Cui Yi led eight thousand troops, and Xu Cheng led ten thousand to Shuangchang. Only two thousand troops and Shan Jian remained in Xuanzhou.


    "Can you handle defending the city alone?" Xu Cheng asked anxiously before leaving.


    Shan Jian yawned, "Victory or death. The empire can wait, but we can��t afford to miss this opportunity. Missing it means Your Highness��s chances of winning will diminish greatly."


    Xu Cheng tightened his jaw, mounting his horse, "Take care. I��ll return as soon as Shi Bangze falls into the trap."


    After both commanders left, Shan Jian made his final moves.


    First, he leaked that he defected to Cui Yi and would defend Xuanzhou alone, forcing Shi Bangze to attack.

 Strategic Maneuvering

    Second, he sent a fast rider to Yanzhou with a letter to Baili Zan.


    Riding two horses to death, the letter reached Baili Zan in three days. Woken up by the messenger, Baili Zan rushed barefoot to read the letter.


    The core of the letter was three words: "Empty Fort Strategy?!" Zhong Luiping exclaimed, "This won��t work! What if something goes wrong? How can we explain to Your Highness?"


    Chi Ying cradled her sleeping son, her eyelids drooping, indecisive.


    Dim lights flickered inside, darkness outside. The darkest hour before dawn.


    Baili Zan waved the letter, "War favors speed. Yanzhou isn��t a permanent base. Your Highness will eventually return to the capital. With Huerhana gone, the Northern Di might not attack. Once the emperor is dead and Your Highness ascends, there will be no more worries."


    Zhong Luiping shook her head, "Too risky! You��re gambling with Lady and Your Highness��s children��s lives!"


    "Enough!" Chi Ying intervened, "Sir, please go. This is serious. I need to think carefully."


    Should she play it safe, letting Yang Qiong and Bumu''er fall into Cui Jie��s trap, or launch a decisive offensive, trapping Cui Jie between three fronts?


    At dawn, the entire Yanzhou camp mobilized, twenty-one thousand troops fully armed. Cao Qian wore armor, his new cloak fluttering in the morning wind.


    His wife, Lady Wang, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, nodding as Chi Ying spoke. Chi Ying hugged her, and Lady Wang sobbed silently.


    The oath-taking ceremony began, offerings were made, and Bai Li Zan handed the wine cup to Cao Qian reverently. Cao Qian raised the bronze goblet, pouring the wine onto the ground. Blood spurted from slaughtered sacrificial animals.


    "Since the late emperor��s death, the new emperor has harmed his siblings, surrendered to the Northern Di, and oppressed the people, shaking the foundations of our nation!" Cao Qian��s voice was powerful, his gaze resolute. "Your Highness endured humiliation, biding his time for this day. Today, entrust your lives to me. Your weapons will decide the future of Central China! For Your Highness and your families, swear to slay the tyrant!"


    Among the troops were former imperial guards, remnants of Xu Chong��s forces, Xu Cheng��s militia, and nearly ten thousand anti-rebellion soldiers. Cui Yi��s disciplined army, known for fair rewards and punishments, had earned loyalty from border troops. Soldiers�� loyalty was to their generals, not the emperor!


    Below the platform, the troops roared, waving their weapons, shouting, "Support Your Highness, slay the tyrant!" Their morale soared.


    Cao Qian placed the goblet back on the tray, glancing at his newlywed wife. Lady Wang wiped her tears, forcing a smile, hands clasped in prayer.


    Twenty-one thousand Yanzhou troops left behind only three thousand. Eighteen thousand followed Cao Qian, heading northwest toward Xuanzhou.


    In Jiangzhou, Zhong Yuanshan received Shan Jian��s letter. Thirty thousand Jiangzhou troops gathered near Mao County, awaiting orders.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Shi Bangze, stationed between Jiangzhou and Xuanzhou, and Emperor Cui Jie in the capital, simultaneously received news of Huerhana��s trip to Ma Quan Pass, Yang Qiong��s rescue mission, and Cui Yi��s secret expedition to assist.


    However, the anti-rebellion army also learned that Xu Cheng was stationed in Shuangchang, leaving only Shan Jian in Xuanzhou.


    Shi Bangze, having suffered a defeat at Shan Jian��s hands, sought revenge. Though separated by Xu Cheng��s troops, he believed avoiding detection would suffice.


    He immediately ordered, "Mobilize all troops, split into two groups��"


    Roads headed north to chase the rebel King Cui Yi, while another route went south, bypassing Shuangchang, and directly targeting Xuanzhou Prefecture!��


    The strategist beside him tried to dissuade him, saying, ��General! These are just rumors that have not been confirmed. What if it''s a trap set by the enemy���� ��Shut up!�� Shi Bangzhe angrily threw a jug of wine at him, ��There are soldiers but no generals in Xuanzhou City. How can we miss such a good opportunity! This general must take Shan Fuzhi��s head as a side dish for my wine. Anyone who dares to obstruct me will be punished according to military law!��


    Eighty thousand anti-rebellion troops broke camp, with Shi Bangzhe personally appointing a deputy general to lead thirty thousand men north to pursue Cui Yi, while he himself led fifty thousand troops, passing through Jiangzhou��s Fuxian County, bypassing Shuangchang, and heading straight for Xuanzhou Prefecture.


    Zhong Yuanshan listened to the scout��s report and chuckled, saying, ��You can��t catch a wolf without risking your child. This Shan Fuzhi is ruthless towards others and even more so towards himself, truly a genius.��


    According to Shan Jian��s arrangement, he and Xu Cheng pretended not to know about the anti-rebellion army��s plan, letting them bypass Shuangchang and attack Xuanzhou Prefecture.


    But just as Shi Bangzhe thought everything was foolproof and his forces had penetrated deeply, Zhong Daileading ten thousand Jiangzhou troops, and Xu Cheng leading ten thousand Xuanzhou troops, attacked from behind.


    Zhong Yuanshan himself remained stationary, only waiting for news of victory from Xuanzhou before joining forces with Cui Yi and Cao Qian to concentrate their attacks on the capital.


    The capital had nearly one hundred thousand troops stationed, but since the war between brothers Cui Jie and Cui Yi began, they had been repeatedly reorganized and mobilized. After the incident involving Hu Erhana, Cui Jie disregarded the objections of his ministers and transferred another twenty thousand of the remaining less than sixty thousand imperial guards to join the Ganzhou troops in attacking the ruins of Maquan Pass, intending to wipe out Yang Qiong and several minority leaders in one fell swoop.


    Everything was under Shan Jian��s control, including the fact that Guo Mao was no longer trusted by Cui Jie.


    Cui Jie��s decision to transfer the imperial guards northward did not consult his opinion. Before the end of the year, Guo Mao was jointly squeezed out by Cui Jie��s confidants for advocating that Shi Bangzhe should be held accountable for delaying military operations. Furthermore, because he pleaded for Rong Hai, Cui Jie became suspicious of him and stopped valuing his opinions. From then on, he was forbidden from entering the imperial study for half a year when making this regrettable decision.


    Zhong L��ping��s intuition proved correct; the foolish invitation letter was not written by Guo Mao but was the work of Changsun Tai.


    Grand Tutor worked hard all his life to become the father-in-law of the emperor, how could he fall because of a stone inkstone? He didn''t hold grudges and immediately threw himself back into serving Cui Jie wholeheartedly. Even his own daughter, Changsun Chiying, who had stayed away from politics, was completely unaware of her father''s naivety and absurdity in strategic planning.


    After seeing off Cao Qian, Changsun Chiying led a group of women back to the palace and sat in the main hall �C in Cui Yi��s seat.


    In the hall, Xiaoqiu held six-month-old Cui Hao, Zhong L��ping held three-year-old Cui Xian, along with Wang Shi, Nian Jiaojiao, and Nong Yue, who had been imprisoned for two years without sunlight, stood quietly.


    Their husbands, fathers, brothers, masters... had left the land of Yan Prefecture and joined the battlefield filled with smoke and fire, leaving behind only scholars, old people, and weaklings.


    Changsun Chiying deliberately chose a bright red dress embroidered with auspicious patterns like dragons and phoenixes, bats, coins, etc., symbolizing good fortune.


    ��Sisters,�� she took a deep breath and slowly spoke, ��I know you might not say it out loud, but you��re all terrified because the men have left. In the city, apart from the three thousand Yan Prefecture troops, there are only us women and children who can��t help.��


    Although the few people below didn��t speak, their expressions showed varying degrees of anxiety. As the strategist, Bai Lizan accompanied Cao Qian south, leaving no man in charge in the vast Yan Prefecture. Their only hope was the woman sitting before them, Changsun Chiying.


    Changsun Chiying sat upright in the master��s chair, showing no trace of fear on her face. Her gaze swept over the faces in front of her.


    ��As long as two months! Within two months, once His Highness conquers the capital, we won��t have to live in constant vigilance anymore!��


    For the first time, she used such a resounding voice to try to awaken the fighting spirit of these women.


    Changsun Chiying shouted, ��Even though General Cao and Master Bai have left, we must continue living as if they were still here! It��s July now, believe in your men, fathers, and brothers��they will return before the wheat ripens!��


    ��A woman may not ride horses or wield spears, but we can still defend the city!��


    ��As long as our hearts and minds remain calm, the Beidi people won��t take advantage of our weakness. All we need to do is stay composed and ensure outsiders don��t see through our facade!��


    ��Of course, we also need to prepare����


    Her lips trembled slightly, and Xiaoqiu immediately stepped forward: ��Madam����


    Changsun Chiying waved her hand to indicate she was fine and continued, ��We must be prepared. On the day Tiger Leap Pass falls, I won��t ask you to stay. So, I��ll arrange an escape route for you. In case of emergency, you must follow my instructions.��

 Intercepting Midway

    ��Xiaoqiu, you and Nong Yue take Hao��er and flee east after leaving the city. Keep going east until you reach Dongchuang. I��ll have someone escort you. Only stop when you��re sure it��s safe. Regardless of whether His Highness lives or dies, wins or loses, I hope Hao��er survives.��


    ��Lady Wang, Jiaojiao, your families are in Yan Prefecture. If the city falls, return to your families immediately. For your husbands�� sake, keep quiet about their identities. Whether it��s the imperial army or the Beidi army, as long as they don��t know you are wives of Wu Wang��s former subordinates, they won��t deliberately trouble you.��


    ��L��ping, there��s one very important thing I hope you can help me with.��


    Zhong L��ping smiled charmingly, full of the boldness unique to warrior women: ��Just tell me, sister, what��s the need for formality?��


    Changsun Chiying��s gaze fell on her young daughter��s face. Little Cui Xian was biting her fingers, her eyes clear, unaware of the hardships of the world.


    ��In case anyone invades Yan Prefecture, please take Xian��er and leave the pass to find the Buxia people. If His Highness wins, I��ll send someone to fetch you. If he loses���� Changsun Chi Ying lowered her eyes, her voice muffled, ��the Zhong family will be implicated. Stay outside the pass, and Bo Muer and Sang Duo will treat you well for mine and Xian��er��s sakes.��


    Nong Yue asked anxiously, ��Madam, what about yourself?��


    Changsun Chiying smiled faintly and said loudly, ��I naturally have plans, which I won��t mention for now. In short, everyone must live well.��


    Nian Jiaojiao blinked and said, ��Your Highness, you too.��


    Changsun Chiying nodded with a smile, ��I will. That��s all I have to say. Everyone, go back and continue with your daily routines. Good days are not far off.��


    All the women dispersed, except Zhong L��ping, who didn��t rush to leave. She handed Little Cui Xian to the nanny to play with and approached Changsun Chiying, asking softly, ��Sister, you��re not thinking of staying behind and perishing with Yan Prefecture, are you?��


    Changsun Chiying was silent for a moment, finally smiling helplessly, ��If Yan Prefecture falls, His Highness will surely lose. Whether he falls into Hu Erhana��s hands or the emperor��s, there��s only death. Our fate in this life was shallow, hoping to meet again in the next life as husband and wife.��


    Zhong L��ping looked sad, and Changsun Chiying smiled again, patting her shoulder, ��Don��t worry. If everything goes smoothly, that day won��t come. Prepare for the best and worst, do our best, and leave the rest to fate.��


    ��Hmm���� Zhong L��ping nodded gloomily.


    At this moment, the Northern Expeditionary Army was six days away from reaching the ruins of Maquan Pass.


    Cui Yi was one day away from entering the ambush terrain.


    The siege of Xuanzhou Prefecture was two hours away.


    The rebellion initiated by Changsun Chiying��s reincarnation would soon see its outcome.


    A sea eagle circled in the sky.


    Yang Qiong stumbled along the ground in pursuit. His horse had died from exhaustion, and with no village nearby, he had to walk. Fortunately, it was the rainy season in Bogige Grassland in July, with clouds often covering the sky and small streams in the grasslands providing water. It wasn��t hot, and there was no lack of water.


    His leather boots were torn, his socks were worn out, and his calloused feet were covered in blisters. He wrapped them in cloth strips and kept walking.


    Nayangaga cawed incessantly, and Yang Qiong, drenched in sweat, ran clumsily through the swamp.


    Dark clouds loomed overhead, ready to pour rain at any moment. He checked the map and knew he was close to the ruins of Maquan Pass, but the sea eagle was leading him north instead of straight to the meeting point.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, followed by thunder and heavy rain. Nayangaga had to land immediately. Yang Qiong picked it up and ran toward a hill nearby.


    At the foot of the hill was a cave. Yang Qiong rushed inside with the eagle, panting heavily.


    Before he could catch his breath, a short knife pressed against his throat: ��Who are you?��


    Someone brought a torch closer, and Sang Duo recognized the intruder, quickly lowering her knife: ��Benefactor! You��ve finally arrived. Come in and take shelter from the rain.�� She gestured for him to move deeper into the cave.


    Yang Qiong handed Nayangaga back to her, wiped the water from his face, and collapsed onto the ground.


    There were seven or eight people in the cave, besides Sang Duo, all young men. A quick glance told Yang Qiong they were skilled fighters, likely here to kill Hu Erhana.


    The rain continued all day. When the sky cleared, the sea eagle went out to scout and returned with accurate information��Hu Erhana��s party was less than half a day��s journey from their hiding place.


    Sang Duo gave the order: ��Move out!�� Everyone slipped into the grass under the cover of dusk.


    It was the rainy season in Bogige Grassland, and the grass was waist-high. The Buxia people were adept with knives, each carrying two��one long and one short��perfect for offense and defense. They moved swiftly through the grass, leaving Yang Qiong in awe.


    Led by Sang Duo, ten people moved like snakes through the grass, with Nayangaga guiding them. Soon, they found Hu Erhana��s party.


    To their astonishment, the party consisted of only about ten people! Among them, a man in the uniform of the royal guard of Beidi, with a beard, was Bo Muer. He saw the circling sea eagle but remained still, continuing forward.


    Yang Qiong didn��t understand the meaning, but Sang Duo whispered, ��There must be an ambush ahead. We need to eliminate the ambush first. Let��s go!��


    They turned north and soon found a hill. A young man scouted and discovered five thousand Beidi cavalry lying in wait. The grassland was flat, and it was almost dark. Once Hu Erhana��s party encountered an attack and signaled, the cavalry would flood in and tear apart any attackers.


    Hu Erhana, though arrogant, wasn��t stupid. Knowing he was hated, he wouldn��t risk his life carelessly.


    ��There are too many. We can��t fight them, and we can��t afford to delay,�� Sang Duo fretted. Ten people couldn��t possibly defeat five thousand.


    Nayangaga flapped its wings incessantly, cawing. Yang Qiong asked, ��What is it saying?��


    A Buxia tribesman who understood Mandarin but couldn��t speak it muttered something. Sang Duo explained, ��Eagles don��t talk, but Nayangaga understands humans. Maybe it has a purpose. Let��s follow it.��


    Following the eagle through the night, they reached a sparsely grassed area. A young man examined the ground and exclaimed. Sang Duo immediately ordered, ��Dig it up!��


    Loose soil was unearthed, revealing several small signal rockets wrapped in thick oil paper. Bo Muer must have anticipated Hu Erhana��s plan and buried these en route.


    ��Should we split up to divert the ambushing troops?�� Yang Qiong frowned, ��But if we don��t escape in time, we might be caught by the Beidi.��


    A young Buxia tribesman grinned awkwardly in broken Mandarin, ��We Buxia people aren��t afraid of death when avenging or repaying kindness.��


    Sang Duo added, ��Don��t worry. We Buxia people live with the grasslands; escaping is easy.��


    Sang Duo assigned tasks. Four Buxia youths carried rockets to different directions to create distractions. The rest would attack Hu Erhana��s party, ensuring his death before the cavalry could react.


    By the time they caught up with Hu Erhana��s party, it was pitch dark. Under the new moon and countless stars, visibility was low, with only a few torches moving across the grassland, making perfect targets.


    At 9 PM, the first rocket soared into the sky, illuminating the darkness. Hu Erhana��s carriage party panicked. Bo Muer guarded Lady Cheng��s carriage while the royal guards reported to Hu Erhana, who roared orders to speed up.


    But it was too late. Sang Duo led six assassins leaping from the grass, killing most of the guards silently. Hu Erhana jumped out of his carriage, wielding a nine-ring golden-backed saber in one hand and igniting a signal rocket with the other.


    Signal rockets shot up from different locations. Hu Erhana��s eyes bulged in rage, roaring like a trapped beast in his final struggle.


    ��Today is your death day!�� Yang Qiong roared, his spear entangling Hu Erhana��s saber, using inner strength to snatch it away.


    Without a weapon, Hu Erhana grabbed a dead guard��s blade, but Yang Qiong flicked his silver spear, cutting off four fingers on his right hand. Hu Erhana screamed in pain, clutching his wrist and falling to the ground.


    Sang Duo and her team had already finished off the guards. Bo Muer slashed the carriage driver in two and lifted the curtain: ��Lady Cheng, please get out.��


    Lady Cheng was stunned. Yang Qiong, still facing away, said coldly, ��Don��t come near!��


    Lady Cheng hesitated, recognizing the voice.


    Yang Qiong continued, ��This subordinate is sent by Wu Wangfei to rescue you and take you back to the capital to reunite with your family.��


    Lady Cheng instantly relaxed, ��Wu Wangfei�� Changying?! Is she okay? Is she well? The dog said he wanted to capture her but wouldn��t let us see her. I thought����


    ��Please rest assured, Your Highness and Lady are both safe. Less than two hundred miles away, Yan Prefecture troops are waiting to assist. Please sit tight in the carriage, and we��ll leave immediately.��


    Lady Cheng nodded, ��Alright, I��ll follow your instructions. The dog has thousands of troops in ambush behind us. If we��re late, they might catch up.��


    Sang Duo drove the carriage, and the others mounted the guards�� horses, rushing toward the upper reaches of Selun River under the cover of darkness.


    ��Miss���� Lady Cheng called out to Sang Duo.


    ��Call me Sang Duo,�� Sang Duo smiled, ��Lady Cheng and I are friends. The Beidi and Buxia tribes have blood feuds, so this is both revenge and rescue. Don��t worry about it.��


    Lady Cheng knelt gratefully at the carriage door, bowing deeply, ��Though I say this, your life-saving grace is something I can never repay. Please accept my gratitude!��


    Sang Duo didn��t help her up but said, ��If I don��t accept it, you won��t feel relieved. So, I��ll accept it on behalf of them. According to Lady Changying, you��re a disciple of a divine doctor. My brother was injured last time and seems to have some lingering issues. Could you check on him and prescribe medicine? Consider it repayment for the ��grace��?��


    ��This is no problem at all! Not just treating your brother, but I��m willing to serve your entire tribe for life!��


    Bo Muer, riding ahead, clearly heard the conversation in the carriage and asked Yang Qiong, who appeared indifferent, ��Are you not going to tell her the real reason you came to save her?��


    Yang Qiong stared straight ahead, his voice hoarse, ��What��s the point of telling her? Just adding another person to worry. Why bother?��


    Bo Muer smiled, ��In your Central Plains, women are married, but on our grasslands, women are taken by force.��


    Yang Qiong glanced at him, wanting to retort but refrained, considering the favor they had done for him. Instead, he said, ��A woman taken by force may submit to your power but won��t truly love you. Such a woman will eventually leave.��


    ��One who doesn��t love you, even if taken by force, what��s the point?��


    Bo Muer��s brows twitched, but he said nothing further.

 Ghost Festival

    July 15th, Ghost Festival.


    Fine rain like cow hair fell, obscuring vision. Forty thousand anti-rebellion troops led by General Shi Bangzhe passed through northern Jiangzhou, bypassing Xu Cheng��s Shuangchang, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Xuanzhou Prefecture.


    After a night of guarding the city, the soldiers on the west gate of Xuanzhou Prefecture were listless, yawning, waiting for their shift to end.


    Shi Bangzhe raised his right hand silently, and the army roared, ��Charge!�� raising their weapons and rushing toward the city gates.


    The city walls immediately responded with alarm bells and shouts.


    Amidst the chaos, someone shouted that the enemy was attacking and to quickly notify others. The soldiers "hurriedly" gathered their spirits to prepare for battle.


    Shan Jian had not slept all night. Upon hearing the news, he pursed his lips, and his personal guards escorted the former deputy commander under Rong Hai��s command up to the city gate, with a knife pressed against his back. The deputy commander hurriedly shouted down below: "They are our own people! They are our own people! General Shi, hold your fire! Our own people!"


    Shi Bangze squinted in the drizzle, shading his eyes with one hand as he looked up. The deputy commander''s expression flickered, and when the knife was pressed forward again, he hastily said, "The rebel prince Cui Yi and General Xu Cheng are not in the city. General Rong took advantage of this opportunity to counterattack and has already captured the traitor Shan Jian, imprisoning him in the dungeon!"


    A hint of dissatisfaction flashed through Shi Bangze��s eyes, and he asked suspiciously, "Is this true? Why wasn''t I informed?"


    The deputy commander could only recite the lines prepared by Shan Jian: "I dare not deceive you, General. Xu Cheng is less than two hundred miles away in Shuangchang from Xuanzhou Prefecture. General Rong planned meticulously, aiming to capture the King of Wu when he returns, thus achieving a surprise attack. Therefore, General specifically instructed not to leak this information, nor to notify General Shi."


    Shi Bangze immediately flew into a rage: "How dare he! Such a significant matter, and he dares to do it alone without informing me! It��s absurd! Open the city gates!"


    The deputy commander hesitated and said, "But General Rong ordered that even if General Shi comes, we should not open the gates. If tens of thousands rush in, the citizens will panic, and the truth will be exposed."


    Shi Bangze was so angry his nose twisted. He recalled how Xuanzhou Prefecture fell last year due to Rong Hai��s ambition. "Cut the crap! Open the gates! I am the commander!" He pointed his steel spear upward and roared, "Open the gates! Otherwise, I will order an attack!"


    Hundreds of archers aimed at the city wall, and the deputy commander broke out in cold sweat. He shouted, "Open, open, open! I��ll open them right now! Quickly open the gates to welcome General Shi!"


    Only then did Shi Bangze show a slight smile of satisfaction: "That��s more like it."


    The city gates slowly opened, and Shi Bangze proudly rode his warhorse into the city, followed by a large contingent of anti-rebellion troops. Shops were still closed, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.


    A captain approached and said, "Please come to the prefectural office to rest temporarily."


    Shi Bangze glanced at him, finding him broad-shouldered and muscular, with a fierce face and unfamiliar appearance. He asked, "Who are you? Where is General Rong, Deputy Commander Huang?"


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    The captain replied, "Deputy Commander Huang went to patrol the North Gate. As for General Rong... uh..."


    "Why are you stuttering when I ask you a question?"


    "I dare not! General Rong went drinking at the Hundred Flowers Tower last night and hasn��t returned yet."


    Shi Bangze sneered, "He��s already lost his head after achieving some success. What would happen if it were King Wu or Xu Cheng who came today instead? Fool!"


    The captain nodded repeatedly, and Shi Bangze no longer suspected anything. He sent his troops to rest in the barracks and followed the captain to the prefectural office.


    Last year, before Xuanzhou Prefecture fell, Shan Jian exploited Rong Hai��s ambition, Shi Bangze��s lack of experience, and the conflict between the two major factions in the capital to devise a trap. Since Shi Bangze, as the main commander, would not personally lead the charge but would let Rong Hai test the waters first, they retreated without a fight, allowing him to reclaim cities at the rate of one per day, creating a facade of achievement.


    Rong Hai quickly seized four or five cities. Seeing this, Shi Bangze panicked, remembering the emperor��s warning not to let Rong Hai steal the glory. To prevent the empress dowager��s family from staging a coup, he urgently recalled Rong Hai, ordering him to stay in Xuanzhou Prefecture while he continued to compete with King Wu��s army for territory.


    Cui Yi kept retreating, giving up the hard-won cities, sending frequent reports of victories back to Xuanzhou Prefecture. Rong Hai couldn��t sit still anymore and left the deputy commander to guard the city, secretly leaving to attack Zhong Yuanshan.


    However, he didn��t expect that as soon as he left, Yang Qiong led troops disguised as anti-rebellion forces to occupy Xuanzhou Prefecture. When Rong Hai returned triumphantly, he was beheaded upon entering the city.


    Rong Hai��s death was concealed to set another trap for Shi Bangze. Knowing Shi Bangze was harder to fool than Rong Hai, Shan Jian even imprisoned himself to ensure the plan worked. Indeed, unable to see Rong Hai, Shi Bangze wanted to confirm Shan Jian��s whereabouts. The captain led him to the dungeon beneath the Xie residence.


    Shan Jian, filthy and ragged, was bound to a torture rack, covered in bloody whip marks. Hearing the dungeon door open, he smiled sinisterly.


    "Shan Fuzhi," Shi Bangze stood arrogantly at the cell door, arms crossed, looking at him from afar, "you betrayed your country and sold yourself for glory. Now look where you��ve ended up!"


    Shan Jian remained indifferent, saying calmly, "A gentleman dies for those who understand him. King Wu trusts and values me. Even if I have to die for him, I would not hesitate."


    Shi Bangze snorted, "The emperor once favored you greatly. You left without a word, turning to his mortal enemy! Only someone as simple-minded as King Wu would trust someone as ungrateful as you."


    Shan Jian raised his chin and laughed coldly, "Favored greatly? Haha~ I thought you, as the main commander of the anti-rebellion forces, would be Emperor Cui Jie��s confidant. But it seems you don��t even know why I left. How pitiful."


    Shi Bangze��s expression changed: "What do you mean?"


    "Cui Jie treated me well initially, but when King Wu tried to recruit me, he labeled me a traitor without even asking my opinion. Then he killed the Third Prince, who had been kind to me. If you were in my place, would you still serve him?"


    "You��re twisting the facts!" Shi Bangze, startled by this news, became flustered, his gaze wandering, but he still argued, "If not for the emperor��s favor, what future would you have had following the Third Prince? Who truly valued you? You claim the emperor wrongly accused you, but you are now serving King Wu. He foresaw your betrayal and gave you a chance, which you squandered!"


    Shan Jian suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face, shaking the wooden frame. Shi Bangze, furious, turned to the jailer and ordered, "Bring the branding iron! I��ll burn this beast��s mouth!"


    "But you won��t get the chance..." Shan Jian spoke slowly and lowly.


    In the next moment, Shi Bangze felt a chill at his neck and saw his blood spurt wildly, spraying through the prison bars onto Shan Jian��s feet.


    Disbelieving, he wiped his neck, his hand red with blood.


    Staggering like a drunkard, Shi Bangze collapsed and died. The captain, wiping blood off his blade, smiled, "It seems you won��t have the chance... Thank you, Master Butcher, for your professional skills. I will report this to the king and reward you handsomely." The butcher-turned-captain thanked him profusely.


    The jailer untied Shan Jian, who carefully got to his feet, wincing from the pain of his wounds touching the prisoner��s clothes. He laughed, "The whipping was quite effective. No wonder it fooled Shi Bangze." The jailer, terrified, knelt and begged for mercy, thinking he would be punished, but Shan Jian lightly said, "Your efforts were also commendable. You will be rewarded. Stand up."


    The jailer, drenched in cold sweat, rose to his feet. Shan Jian staggered and collapsed, alarming the jailer and the butcher, who quickly helped him back to his room and summoned a doctor.


    Both key commanders of the anti-rebellion forces were eliminated in Xuanzhou Prefecture. Four thousand anti-rebellion troops were still in the barracks when Xu Cheng returned, expecting a grand scene. Instead, the city gates opened, revealing bustling streets with no signs of battle.


    The city was intact, the soldiers were fine, and the citizens had no idea anything had happened. The only injured person was Shan Jian.


    Upon hearing the details, Xu Cheng almost stumbled: "He had himself whipped just to fool Shi Bangze?"


    The jailer, trembling, cowered. Xu Cheng raged, "Who whipped him? Couldn��t you go easy on him? Someone even the king wouldn��t dare yell at, and you beat him half to death! Have you all lost your minds?"


    "Who whipped him! Thirty lashes!"


    The jailer cried and pleaded, receiving two lashes before Xu Cheng reconsidered, "Stop! Considering it was his order, I won��t punish you. We��ll wait for him to wake up and decide the rewards and punishments." The jailer gratefully thanked him and ran off, clutching his sore bottom.


    After dismissing everyone involved, Xu Cheng sat in a chair, deep in thought.


    Twice, Xuanzhou Prefecture had been taken without a fight. While he hadn��t witnessed the first time, this second instance made him fully appreciate the difference between fighting and not fighting. Under Shan Jian��s planning, Xuanzhou, a front line in King Wu��s rebellion, suffered minimal damage, contrary to his previous understanding of Shan Jian.


    But upon reflection, it perfectly fit Shan Jian��s style��ruthless and cunning, even willing to harm himself to achieve his goals. A single whipping dispelled Shi Bangze��s final doubts, leading to his demise.


    An enigmatic and unfathomable man, indeed, he mused.

 Ganzhou troops

    Eighteen days after Cao Qian and Bai Lichang left Yanzhou Prefecture, the expected attacking army finally arrived��not the anti-rebellion forces or Northern Di cavalry, but Ganzhou troops.


    Bai Yingchun, newly appointed governor of Ganzhou at the beginning of the year, had been a sycophant to Emperor Cui Jie. Learning that Ganzhou received substantial funds and supplies annually due to frequent conflicts, he sought to profit, volunteering to take over Ganzhou��s affairs and earning praise from the emperor.


    Arriving mid-year, however, he found neither money nor Northern Di invaders, making it impossible to earn merit. Unlike other governors fearing conflict, he longed for it, sending patrols beyond the border to provoke battles. During one such patrol, they discovered the two thousand Yanzhou troops waiting near Seleng River to rendezvous with Yang Qiong.


    Bai Yingchun wondered why Yanzhou troops were here. With King Wu and the emperor clashing in central China, these soldiers weren��t hunting; something else must be happening.


    Before he could figure it out, news arrived that Cao Qian had marched south with twenty thousand troops. Suddenly, Bai Yingchun understood King Wu��s desperation to confront the emperor. With Cao Qian absent, Yanzhou Prefecture was defenseless.


    Instead of alerting the emperor, Bai Yingchun decided to seize Yanzhou Prefecture, hoping to present it as a fait accompli for merit. Thus, ten thousand Ganzhou troops besieged the city, catching Chuying completely off guard.


    Initially considering evacuation, she learned the attacking force numbered only ten thousand. Laughing, she reassured her people, "Yanzhou can withstand an attack by ten thousand. We must defend it! Look at my prowess!"


    "Fields need farmers, and soldiers need defenders. With our men away fighting, every one of us must become a soldier!"


    "Men are fighting elsewhere; our duty is to protect our homes until they return!"


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    Chuying shouted, "Now, Yan Prefecture needs everyone��s strength! The prefectural armory holds three hundred barrels of rapeseed oil and pine resin, harvested earlier this year. Let��s use them to repel the invaders!"


    Most remaining citizens were women, inspired by Chuying��s calm demeanor and preparedness. They quickly organized nearly a thousand brave women to help defend the city.


    Due to the success of using boiling oil during the Tiger Rush Pass battle, Chuying had troops plant extensive rapeseed fields. By August, they had harvested enough oil for both civilian consumption and stockpiling for future defenses.


    Women, usually confined to domestic duties, showed remarkable bravery, carrying oil barrels to the walls, soldiers pouring it over attackers, archers lighting arrows dipped in alcohol, and catapults launching flaming pine resin. Flames engulfed the battlefield, burning Ganzhou troops alive.


    Chuying commanded from atop the walls, exuding confidence equal to any general. Ganzhou troops, facing relentless flames, retreated, suffering heavy losses.


    Zhong Luiping brought food to Chuying, smiling, "August is hot enough; this fire makes it unbearable. Be careful not to get heat rash in your armor."


    Chuying removed her helmet, laughing confidently, "If getting heat rash ensures Yan Prefecture��s safety, it��s worth it."


    Over several days, Ganzhou troops persisted, becoming increasingly fearful of the fiery defenses, fleeing at the sight of boiling oil.


    Then Yang Qiong and Cheng Fengyi returned.


    Yang Qiong��s return bolstered Yan Prefecture��s morale, ensuring Ganzhou��s defeat. For Chuying, Cheng Fengyi��s return held greater significance. Rescued from captivity, she symbolized King Wu��s superiority over Emperor Cui Jie.


    With Northern Di leader Hu Erhana dead, internal strife would plague the northern tribes, preventing further interference in central China.


    Chuying immediately sent word to Shan Jian, urging him to leverage Cheng Fengyi��s return to undermine Emperor Cui Jie��s public support.


    Cheng Fengyi appeared thinner, with hollow cheeks and streaks of gray hair, far older than her twenties. Chuying, overwhelmed with guilt and longing, embraced her, sobbing, "Sister Cheng... I��m sorry... It��s all my fault... You suffered because of me..."


    Cheng Fengyi comforted her, "Don��t blame yourself. This was my fate. Without your rescue, I��d have lived as a soulless shell among barbarians."


    Chuying caught Miao Qiong��s distant gaze, realizing he hid his feelings. Cheng Fengyi saw him merely as a rescuer sent by Chuying.


    Deeply devoted yet fated to miss each other, failing to meet Cheng Fengyi sooner was Miao Qiong��s lifelong regret.


    "Sister Cheng... You��ve returned safely. What are your plans next?" Chuying asked.


    Miao Qiong mechanically recited his rehearsed answer, "Send her back to the capital, reunite with her family."


    Chuying sighed sympathetically, "You really won��t say anything? You risked your life twice to save her. If she knew, perhaps..."


    "No," Miao Qiong interrupted softly, "I never expected anything in return."


    Not expecting anything in return, indeed.


    Holding Ying thought of his widowed sister-in-law in the capital, a widow whom he had to be cautious about as she was his elder brother��s wife. Not to mention that Zhai Rang was still alive and had a daughter with Concubine Cheng. Morality was like an invisible shackle; those who didn��t care were unrestrained and bold, openly snatching other men''s wives. But those who cared were forever shackled by it, unable to find joy. "If that��s how it is, then do as you wish," Holding Ying said, knowing it was impossible to persuade him, and nodded reluctantly.

 Eagle Mountain valley

    In the Eagle Mountain valley, Cui Yi led his troops in a pincer attack, successfully biting back at the Anti-Rebellion Army, killing one deputy general, one military officer, and three squad leaders. The Anti-Rebellion Army was terrified, losing their command and wandering aimlessly like headless flies. In the end, about four thousand were killed, ten thousand were captured, and the rest escaped. They might regroup, but they wouldn''t dare come back to suffer again. Cui Yi was basically satisfied with the outcome of the battle and hadn''t expected to swallow all forty thousand soldiers at once. He ordered them to rest on the spot, set up stoves for cooking, and clear the battlefield before setting off for Xuancheng the next day. His personal guards had just pitched the tent when a scout came to report that a large troop was coming from the north, wearing uniforms resembling those of the Yanzhou army. Cui Yi spat out the water he had just drunk and roared angrily, "It must be an enemy trick! Notify the entire army to prepare for battle!" He put on his helmet, grabbed his halberd, and rushed out. The soldiers, exhausted after the battle, were hungry but had no choice but to take up arms and retreat to hide. Cui Yi hid in the grass behind a rock, vigilantly looking towards the direction the scout indicated. Soon, the "enemy trick" appeared at the other end of the valley, with a large banner bearing the word "Cao." Leading them was none other than Cao Qian, causing Cui Yi''s jaw to drop. "What��s going on here!" Half an hour later, the soldiers re-established camp and started cooking. Inside the commander��s tent, Cui Yi raged like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. "Who allowed you to leave! Huh? What if everyone left, what would happen to Yanzhou? Huh? What would happen? Would women be left to defend the city? If the Northern Di attacked, what could they do? Hang themselves?" Cao Qian almost flew out under his storm of curses. Bai Li Zan tried to interject, "Your Highness, please calm down! This was my and Fu Zhi��s arrangement. We knew Your Highness wouldn��t agree, so we kept it secret!" Cui Yi immediately redirected his anger at him, "Your arrangement? You��re abandoning women in Yanzhou? Bai Li Wen Yu! I��ve tolerated you for more than a year. If not for Holding Ying pleading for you, you��d have died a thousand times! And now you make such a heartless decision. Who are you loyal to!" Bai Li Zan, spattered with saliva, shouted back, "Lady agreed to this too! Gong Qi went to rescue Lady Cheng. Once successful, he will return quickly. With Hu Erhana dead, the Northern Di are leaderless and won��t invade the Central Plains anytime soon. Your Highness should seize this opportunity to conquer the land, or wait until when?" Cui Yi, enraged, grabbed Bai Li Zan��s collar and shook him violently, "Conquering the land, so what! If anything happens to Holding Ying, what use is this throne to me!" Seeing Bai Li Zan about to be thrown out like a sack, Cao Qian held onto his arm tightly, begging, "Your Highness, please calm down! I am also responsible for this, please punish me!" Bai Li Zan steadied himself and calmly said, "Lady said that when Your Highness ascends the throne and rules the world, it will be her time to fulfill her wish and retire. She asked me to tell Your Highness not to worry about her safety." Cui Yi froze like he had been struck by lightning. Bai Li Zan seized the moment to straighten his collar, took a breath, and continued, "Lady also said to spare the Longevity Tutor Changsun��s family, neither giving them special treatment nor killing them. Just confine them to live out their days. Since Empress Changsun can��t bear children, there��s no need to worry about future rebellion. Fifth Prince and Sixth Prince are nothing to fear. Your Highness can rest assured ruling the land." "If Crown Prince Cui Hao proves capable, great. If not, Your Highness can choose another capable son from future concubines. Don��t hand over hard-won land to an incapable person, risking the fate of the Great Chu imperial family." Cui Yi��s eyes became vacant, staggering backward. Cao Qian hurriedly supported him, "Your Highness!" "What does she mean by this?" Cui Yi��s eyes bulged, staring blankly, "She... retiring, what does that mean? Is she leaving? Where? To Guannei to find Bo Muer?" Bai Li Zan shook his head, "Lady said she was sent by heaven to help Your Highness conquer the land and will leave the mortal world afterward." Cui Yi instantly lost it, "Sent by heaven! Leaving the mortal world! Bai Li Wen Yu, even if you lie, make it believable! Are you treating me like a three-year-old?" Bai Li Zan paused, then asked, "Do you remember in the capital, Your Highness wondered how Lady knew of my existence? We thought it was because of Lord Changsun, but it wasn��t." "Not?" Cui Yi��s mind was completely blank, "Then why?" Bai Li Zan sighed deeply, "Lady said there was no reason, she just knew. Though she hadn��t met us, she knew every key figure Your Highness would deal with, including me, Zhong Xing, Gong Qi, Fu Zhi, and Guo Ziyang. She even knew Empress Changsun couldn��t bear children." Even Cao Qian was hearing this for the first time and was stunned, stuttering, "Lady knew even that? Could she really be a celestial fairy?" "Fairy nonsense!" Cui Yi roared, breaking free from his support, "Cao Zhong Xing! I order you to turn back immediately. No matter what, don��t let Her Highness be harmed, nor let her follow anyone else! Otherwise, bring your head to see me!" Bai Li Zan exclaimed, "Your Highness! General Cao can��t go back! We must attack the capital now and replace the Emperor..." Cui Yi shot him a cold glance, "Shut up, I didn��t ask for your opinion." That gaze was almost savage, making Bai Li Zan feel like he would be beheaded if he spoke another word. In the four years since joining the prince��s service, he had never seen Cui Yi like this, not even when Xie Jia made Holding Ying disappear. So, Bai Li Zan wisely shut up. Cao Qian, isolated, obediently returned with his men. Inside the commander��s tent, silence reigned. Cui Yi sat on the general��s couch, legs apart, looking lost. Bai Li Zan dared not leave, standing aside. Time seemed to pass slowly. After half an hour, food was brought in. Cui Yi reluctantly nodded. Bai Li Zan breathed a sigh of relief, ready to excuse himself, but Cui Yi suddenly called, "Wen Yu." Reluctantly, Bai Li Zan bowed, "Yes." "How long have you known Holding Ying?" Bai Li Zan thought, "Over four years." Cui Yi rested his chin on his hand, looking bewildered, "Only four years? Why does it feel like half a lifetime? I can��t remember how I spent the twenty-some years before meeting her." Bai Li Zan, relieved that Cui Yi��s anger had subsided, replied, "Some say you don��t realize what��s missing in life until you meet the right person. Then you realize all previous years were wasted." Cui Yi sighed, "That��s exactly how I feel. I can��t remember the past, nor know how to live without her." "More happened in these four years than in the previous twenty-four. Though mostly tough times, they felt happy. Strange." Bai Li Zan chuckled, "That��s what they call a couple sharing hardships together." Cui Yi looked at the food, sniffed like a dog, and lost his appetite, "The green pepper stir-fry isn��t as fragrant as Holding Ying��s." Bai Li Zan felt a pang of sympathy, recalling Holding Ying��s instructions during the empty city strategy, smiling lightly but with deep sorrow. "Did she really say she would return to heaven?" "Indeed, that was Lady��s exact words." Cui Yi asked pitifully, "Do you think it��s true?" Bai Li Zan laughed wryly, "Hard to say. Lady is indeed extraordinary, though she doesn��t have magical powers, it��s hard to deny she might be a celestial being." Cui Yi slumped on the table, like a deflated bear, "If that��s true, marrying her was a huge blessing. If heaven wants her back, I can��t stop it. Heaven is good, no hunger, no cold, no worries, no aging, no death..." "But heaven has no Your Highness, no children," Bai Li Zan couldn��t help saying. Cui Yi jumped up like he was pricked, "You��re right." Then he sprang up, "You��re right! No matter how good heaven is, without family, what��s the point!" Bai Li Zan, unsure what had gotten into him, said, "Your Highness... calm down! What are you planning!" Cui Yi stormed out of the tent. Soldiers eating hurriedly stood up. "Eat quickly, eat well, then move out!" Cui Yi surveyed, ordering fiercely, "One month to capture the capital, return home to see parents, hold wife, harvest wheat!" Many soldiers missed their families, and tears welled up at his words. Cui Yi barked, "Stop crying! Lady wants to ascend to heaven, I want to cry too!" The whole camp burst into laughter. Bai Li Zan followed, laughing, "Your method of boosting morale is truly unique." Cui Yi humphed, turned back to the tent, and soldiers buried their heads, eating frantically. Whether a celestial being or something else, even if heavenly soldiers came to take her away, he wouldn��t allow it! Cui Yi clenched his fists, vowing silently.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

 in Heaven

    Love Goes, Success Lies in Heaven


    Holding Ying thought Yang Qiong returning to Yanzhou would easily defeat Bai Yingchun, but Gan Zhou��s army suffered repeated defeats yet refused to retreat. An even bigger problem arose. The Liangzhou army sent to eliminate Hu Erhana and others first went to Maquan Pass, finding only confused kings of various countries. Han Zhui, the chief commander of the Great Chu Northern Expeditionary Army, reported to Cui Jie upon discovering Hu Erhana was gone. He surrounded Maquan Pass, imprisoning the kings of Ba Bian and Cha Cha, awaiting further instructions. Soldiers searched for Hu Erhana��s whereabouts and finally found his decaying body on a riverbank, headless. Han Zhui realized Yang Qiong had beaten them to it and was already returning to Yanzhou. He left two thousand men to guard the kings and ordered the rest to chase Yang Qiong down before he reached Huben Pass. Holding Ying didn��t know Cui Yi��s concern, while Shan Jian disliked Bo Muer, assuming he would sow discord. Given Cui Yi��s desire to prevent Yang Qiong��s defection, they decided to kill him. When everyone relaxed in Yanzhou, Han Zhui��s forty thousand troops arrived, attacking in heavy rain. Holding Ying��s boiling oil and pine resin tactic failed in the rain. Vegetable oil was hard to ignite, especially in the rain. Thus, five thousand faced sixty thousand, outnumbered twelve to one. Even Yang Qiong��s skills couldn��t handle this. Holding Ying sighed, feeling efforts were in vain, fearing Yanzhou would fall. News from Xuancheng hadn��t arrived, and whether Cui Yi had begun attacking the capital was unknown. If Yanzhou fell, front-line soldiers would face attacks from both sides. Outside, Han Zhui��s fierce attack continued, inside, people fled with children. Han Zhui, a notorious former general, had massacred cities. Holding Ying knew surrender was futile, ordering evacuation and instructing soldiers to hold until everyone left. Catapults hurled stones, battering rams pounded gates, arrows rained down. Soldiers struggled to keep their eyes open, drenched and grimacing. "Sister!" Zhong L��ping rushed up with an umbrella, "Sister, the East Gate is besieged too. Opening the gate means the imperial army will rush in. What should we do?" Holding Ying, soaked by the slanting rain, lips pale, turned, "When did this happen? How do they still have strength?" The rain was too heavy, Zhong L��ping put away the umbrella, wiping her face, "Just now, I rushed here to tell you." "Has Hao left?" Holding Ying asked. "Xiaoqiu and Nongyue took him last night," Zhong L��ping answered, "I wanted Wang Sao��s family to take Yaner when they left this morning, but she refused, crying for her mother." Holding Ying��s heart ached, thinking of her daughter��s rosy cheeks. During her near-death experience in Xuancheng, only this daughter had been by her side. Now, facing the city��s fall, little Cui Yan remained the only family by her side. Perhaps it was fate! Originally infertile, she had gained a pair of children in this new life, a great blessing. Xiao Hao was young, escaping was good, growing up in a farmer��s family better than being caught in royal succession disputes. As for Yaner, unwilling to leave, she would stay... and die with her. Hopefully, Cui Yi wouldn��t blame her for losing Yanzhou. Knowing his nature, he probably wouldn��t. Recalling her instructions to Bai Li Zan, Holding Ying smiled bitterly but contentedly: Though defeated, she had tried and thus had no regrets. With insufficient manpower, Holding Ying guarded the South Gate, Yang Qiong the West Gate��s Huben Pass, and Zhong L��ping the East Gate. Five thousand divided among three gates couldn��t withstand the overwhelming forces. Soldiers died continuously, civilians joined in, cooking, moving stones, repairing walls, doing everything possible but failing to save the collapsing situation. Rain poured for three days. At the sound of the gong, only four thousand remained. Exhausted, Holding Ying nearly collapsed upon hearing the report. Equal strength meant victory for the brave, unequal strength meant victory for the wise, vastly unequal strength meant victory for the strong. At this point, any strategy was useless. Yanzhou needed people! Unable to hold back, Holding Ying covered her face and sobbed. "Lady, let me escort you and the princess out," Yang Qiong, equally exhausted, suggested, "Better to preserve oneself. Han Zhui may have massacred foreign cities, but likely won��t harm his own people. Abandon Yanzhou, head south, join His Highness. Once he captures the capital, Yanzhou��s loss doesn��t matter. What matters is survival." Holding Ying bent almost to her knees, "No... I forced Yanzhou��s hundred thousand citizens into a desperate situation. How can I abandon them in crisis? We have two choices: fight or die. His Highness is at a crucial juncture, we mustn��t lose public support." Yang Qiong sighed, realizing she prioritized her husband��s rule and public support, willing to risk her life for him. What drove her to be braver than men? Neither he nor Zhong L��ping understood, nor did Cui Yi. Only Holding Ying knew. Cui Yi changed her destiny, giving her children and a loving, trusting husband, far more precious than wealth and status. Thus, she was willing to sacrifice herself to protect him. On the fourth day of the siege, Cui Xiang was injured. With fifty thousand troops surrounding the city, even servants were deployed to the gates. Quiet King naturally ventured out again. Unaware of outside events, he asked where Zhong L��ping had gone, learning she had gone to the city wall to oversee the battle. Worried, he insisted on seeing her despite the servant��s warnings. Though Zhong L��ping lacked combat experience, she knew some tactics and commanded competently. But in Cui Xiang��s eyes, she was risking her life. He pulled her, insisting she leave, but she refused. While pulling each other, a bowman spotted them and shot, hitting Cui Xiang��s shoulder. This news added to Holding Ying��s woes. Exhausted, she lacked energy to scold the troublemaker. Fortunately, Concubine Cheng was present, ensuring Cui Xiang��s wound, though serious, wasn��t fatal. Despite disliking Cui Xiang, Zhong L��ping was grateful for his saving her life.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    It was a fact; her emotions were deeply conflicted. She felt she should go and take care of him, yet she also believed it was more important to hold down Yan Zhou Fu. She was absent-minded the whole time.


    During lunchtime, Cheng Fengyi came with a food box to comfort her. Seeing her even more haggard than the day before, even poking herself in the face with chopsticks while eating, she laughed, "Sister Zhong, worried about Seventh Master''s injury? Your soul seems to have wandered off somewhere."


    Zhong L��ping snapped back to reality, embarrassed, "No, no! I trust Sister Cheng''s medical skills; Seventh Master will be fine."


    Cheng Fengyi had just arrived and hadn''t been told about Cui Xiang''s past foolishness by anyone. So, she assumed that Cui Xiang and Zhong L��ping were a couple. With the man injured in bed because of the woman, it made sense for Zhong L��ping to want to return and take care of him.


    "Seventh Master''s physical injuries are not serious, but the wounds on his heart cannot be healed by medicine," Cheng Fengyi said, fanning her. "Although I don''t understand military affairs, nothing major has happened these past days. It seems that the Gan Zhou army won''t breach the city gates anytime soon. I can stay here to replace you; go back and accompany Seventh Master!"


    Zhong L��ping held her bowl, stunned. Cheng Fengyi gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, saying, "Seventh Master saved your life; it''s right for you to be with him. I won''t blame you."


    "... Then, thank you, Sister Cheng."


    The inside of the Wangfu was almost deserted, with only three or four maids and servants left, who cooked and brewed medicine every day, spending the rest of their time in a daze. Bored out of his mind, Little Prince Cui Xiang was overjoyed when Zhong L��ping came to check on him, like charcoal delivered in the snow. If not for the pain from his injuries, he would have jumped out of bed and danced around her.


    Zhong L��ping sat beside the bed, feeding him medicine. Cui Xiang''s eyes sparkled like a Chinese rural dog seeing a meat bone, his tongue panting.


    Cui Xiang started talking, "L��ping, I love you."


    Zhong L��ping kept her head down, gently blowing on the medicine in the bowl, saying nothing.


    Cui Xiang repeated, aggrieved, "I really do love you. Why can''t you love me too? What''s so great about Yang Gongqi? He''s just good at fighting. Is that something to be proud of?"


    Zhong L��ping replied calmly, "Please don''t mention General Yang again. You''ve already made him dislike my sister and the King with that beating. I have nothing to do with him; he doesn''t like me, and I don''t like him. I''ve told you this before."


    Cui Xiang still wasn''t satisfied, "If you don''t like him, why do you always speak up for him? I treat you so well, thinking of everything for you, all because I love you. But you won''t even look at me properly."


    Zhong L��ping ignored him, shoving a spoonful of medicine into his mouth, "Drink your medicine."


    Cui Xiang swallowed the bitter liquid and asked, "Do you have someone else you like? Who is it?"


    Zhong L��ping was nearly driven mad, ready to throw the bowl and leave. Just then, a soldier rushed in, shouting, "Lady Cousin! Lady Cousin! General Yang is injured! Lady is rushing to Hu Ben Pass; you must immediately go to the south gate to take over the defense!"

 Reinforcements

    The worst thing finally happened; even Yang Qiong was down. Zhong L��ping didn''t have time to ask what exactly happened. She dropped the medicine bowl and ran.


    Cui Xiang called after her, "Hey, hey, hey," but no one paid attention anymore.


    When Zhong L��ping reached the south gate, there were very few people left. Over a dozen soldiers were desperately using their bodies to brace the gate. The thick wooden bolt, under continuous forceful impacts, emitted an ear-piercing creak, showing cracks. The soldiers'' faces turned purple, their feet slipping, occasionally falling but quickly getting up.


    If the situation at the south gate was like this, what would it be like at Hu Ben Pass in the west? Zhong L��ping felt a wave of sorrow. Since the founding of the Great Chu, Hu Ben Pass had been the northernmost stronghold, defending against foreign invasions, allowing the Central Plains to enjoy peace. Now, however, the opposing forces inside and outside Hu Ben Pass were brothers, direct descendants of the founding emperor!


    "Lady Cousin! It''s terrible!" An officer hurriedly ran down from the wall, "Another troop is approaching from afar!"


    Zhong L��ping was shocked, "What did you say?" She quickly lifted her skirt and ran, "Where is it? Take me to see!" The officer promptly led the way to the arrow tower.


    The Gan Zhou army, seeing victory within reach, was highly spirited, arrows raining down on the wall. The officer shielded her with a shield as Zhong L��ping looked into the distance. Indeed, she saw a cloud of dust rising at the end of the plain, even spotting a flag fluttering in the wind.


    Bai Yingchun still had the strength to reinforce? She gasped in disbelief. With Cui Yi''s large army approaching the capital, wouldn''t Bai Yingchun rush to protect the Emperor? And why didn''t Cui Jie recall the Gan Zhou army?


    The officer looked utterly defeated, "Lady Cousin, what should we do now? Please make a decision quickly!"The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    Zhong L��ping stood motionless in the arrow tower, her gaze vacant.


    Suddenly, she shouted, "Reinforcements! Reinforcements! General Cao is back!"


    Her voice was shrill and loud, tears of joy streaming down her face. Several people on the tower looked in the direction she pointed, indeed seeing the banner with the word "Cao" waving in the wind. They cheered, "General Cao is back! We''re saved!"


    Morale instantly soared. Everyone felt like they had seen the light after a long night, shouting wildly.


    Cao Qian and 18,000 Yan Zhou soldiers returned at the critical moment. Caught off guard by being surrounded from behind, the Gan Zhou army had no way to respond. The situation at the gate reversed instantly; the Gan Zhou commander was cut in half by Cao Qian, and the soldiers fled in disarray, suffering a crushing defeat in less than half a day, leaving behind corpses strewn across the ground.


    "Miss Zhong!" Cao Qian strode onto the gate, "When did the Gan Zhou army arrive?"


    Zhong L��ping was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "Yan Zhou Fu has been besieged for seven days. Ten thousand Gan Zhou troops, forty thousand Liang Zhou troops, attacking from three sides. Seventh Master was shot, and General Yang is also injured."


    Cao Qian broke into a cold sweat, silently thanking heaven for returning in time. With less than five thousand people facing fifty thousand, it would have been like hitting a stone with an egg, certain death. He said with lingering fear, "Sorry I''m late. The siege at the south gate is lifted. I''ll send people to the east and west gates immediately. You''ve worked hard; go rest!"


    Zhong L��ping cried as she left. Cao Qian thanked heaven profusely, leaving three thousand men to guard the south gate, sending five thousand to the east gate, and leading the remaining ten thousand to Hu Ben Pass in the west.


    Yang Qiong''s injury wasn''t severe. Unlike Cui Xiang, who couldn''t get up due to pain, Yang Qiong ignored his wound, continuing to command the defense until the strange numbness spread throughout his arm, realizing the seriousness��there was poison on the arrow!


    The archer who shot him had been specially instructed by Han Zhui. To capture the king first, Yang Qiong was now the backbone of Xuan Zhou Fu. If he fell, the city''s fall was imminent. Han Zhui used poison taken from Northern Di cavalry, assuming no one in the Central Plains knew how to counter it. Even a tiny bit would mean certain death for Yang Qiong.


    If the wound wasn''t deep and the poisoning time short, tying off the area near the heart, cutting open the wound to bleed, or even removing flesh or amputating the arm could save him. But Han Zhui calculated that Yang Qiong wouldn''t panic over a minor injury at such a critical moment. Delaying just a bit, the poison spreading through the body, even Divine Doctor Kang Zao reincarnated couldn''t save him.


    But he miscalculated one crucial person: Cheng Fengyi.


    A woman who inherited Kang Zao''s lifelong work and lived among the Northern Di for two years.


    "This poison can be cured." Cheng Fengyi swiftly dug out the embedded arrow with her hand. A maid immediately brought a basin of water. Cheng Fengyi squeezed the wound, black, foul blood dripping into the basin, turning the water pitch-black.


    Yang Qiong lay on the bed, pale-faced, sweating profusely, his entire left arm swollen like a log, veins darkened.


    Cheng Fengyi placed his arm on her lap, calm and focused, inserting silver needles precisely into his shoulder and back.


    Yang Qiong couldn''t bear to look at her face, focusing on her hands, filled with admiration.

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    Cheng Fengyi, unaware, continued until the blood flowing out gradually turned red, applying a paste of battlefield medicine, quickly bandaging the wound, and rushing to write a prescription.


    "Sister Cheng! How is General Yang?" Chi Ying panted as she ran in.


    "Why are you back?" Cheng Fengyi was surprised, "I can handle this; go back. The front line needs someone in charge."


    Chi Ying wiped the sweat from her nose, gasping, "It''s alright now. General Cao brought reinforcements; the city is secure."


    Everyone in the room beamed. Two maids hugged each other, cheering. Yang Qiong sighed in relief, "That''s good."


    Cheng Fengyi wrote the prescription quickly, handing it to a maid, "Take this to the pharmacy in town..." Suddenly remembering the chaos, where pharmacies might be closed, Chi Ying took the prescription, "Give it to me. The Wangfu has all kinds of medicines; I''ll fetch them."


    Moments later, a maid reported that most ingredients were available, but one key ingredient, Ch�� S��ngzi, a unique herb from the frontier, was unavailable in the Wangfu''s storeroom.


    "What about the pharmacies in town? Have you sent people to ask?" Cheng Fengyi asked.


    The maid nodded repeatedly, "Lady has already sent people to inquire everywhere."


    After waiting some time, Chi Ying returned, standing at the door with red-rimmed eyes, unable to speak.


    Cheng Fengyi stood up abruptly, "I''ll go find it myself."


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    "Sister Cheng!"


    "Madam Cheng!"


    Chi Ying and Yang Qiong exclaimed simultaneously. Chi Ying grabbed her, "Where are you going? With the battle ongoing, think of another solution. Can''t we use something else instead?"


    Yang Qiong said, "Qiong is insignificant; I''m not worth Madam taking such risks. Bring a knife; I''ll cut off this arm."


    "No!" Cheng Fengyi angrily rebuked, "Our bodies are given by our parents; how can we destroy them recklessly? As a warrior, losing an arm would be a lifelong regret. As a doctor, how can I let you belittle your own body like this!"


    Yang Qiong was silenced. Cheng Fengyi added, "Besides, the poison has spread throughout your body. Cutting off the arm won''t help; we must find the antidote!"


    Chi Ying looked troubled, "But now..."


    Cheng Fengyi didn''t listen, rushing out the door.


    Inside the room, it was quiet for a moment. Yang Qiong buried his face in the pillow, eventually letting out a painful cry.


    Though both Chi Ying and Zhong L��ping were outstanding among noblewomen, compared to Cheng Fengyi, they were small fry. Not considering her resistance against Huerhanah during her two years among the Northern Di, just finding Ch�� S��ngzi showed Chi Ying''s inadequacy.


    Because she seized the opportunity when Cao Qian opened the city gates to engage Han Zhui in a plains battle, riding out alone on horseback!


    A soldier rolled back to report. Chi Ying stared in shock, speechless for a moment, finally sighing, "Sister Cheng truly is a heroine."


    "The incident happened suddenly; General Cao couldn''t spare men to chase after her, saying he''d come to apologize later."


    "No, no, this isn''t General Cao''s fault!"


    Chi Ying quickly instructed the soldier, "Tell General Cao this was my arrangement. Time was tight; I didn''t inform him in time. Tell him not to blame himself. Sister Cheng... sigh, this matter..."


    Though Cheng Fengyi acted voluntarily, if anything happened to her, not only would Yang Qiong suffer without the antidote, even healthy, he might die of grief. Imagining the scene, Chi Ying felt her head would explode.


    Fortunately, Cheng Fengyi acted decisively but thoughtfully. Disguising herself as a soldier, unknown to the Liang Zhou army, she took advantage of the chaotic scene when nearly ten thousand people surged out of what was supposed to be an empty city, catching Han Zhui off guard, paying no attention to a lone rider galloping away.


    Thus, Cheng Fengyi passed through thousands of soldiers, out of Hu Ben Pass, into the Boergik Grassland.


    In the rolling green waves of midsummer, a chestnut horse sped along, carrying a slender figure rapidly. This scene was witnessed by Bumu''er, observing the battle from a nearby hilltop.


    Bu Xia tribe members parted ways with Yang Qiong and others thirty miles from Hu Ben Pass. Sangduo led the youths back to their tribesmen by the riverbank, while Bumu''er stayed behind, watching from the hills for days.


    He knew what he was waiting for but refused to admit it. Capable of infiltrating the Liang Zhou army camp to assassinate Han Zhui, he chose not to. Knowing Yan Zhou Fu had no troops or generals, he remained indifferent.


    Day after day, he hoped Yan Zhou''s defeat and city''s fall would lead Chi Ying to seek his help or him to rescue her.


    This selfish, despicable mindset disgusted Bumu''er, yet he derived a sick pleasure from anticipating that moment.


    So, when the city gates opened and a rider "escaped" toward the grasslands, he unhesitatingly pursued with Nayang.

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    Cheng Fengyi found Ch�� S��ngzi on a dry, sunny slope.


    Small but sufficient for the medicine, she carefully dug it out.


    Bumu''er approached, puzzled, "Chi Ying? What are you doing?"


    Cheng Fengyi carefully picked up the herb, startled by the voice, turning to look.


    Both were stunned, staring wide-eyed.


    "Why you!" Bumu''er was greatly disappointed.


    Cheng Fengyi realized, "You''ve been waiting outside the pass for Chi Ying?"


    Bumu''er''s expression was stormy, saying nothing.


    Cheng Fengyi stood up, holding the herb, "No wonder Chi Ying always frowned when mentioning you. So you harbor such feelings for her?"


    Bumu''er seemed stung, angry, "Such feelings? What kind?"


    "Prince Bumu''er, you and Sangduo saved my life. I respected you as a gentleman, but now, I see I misjudged," Cheng Fengyi''s tone grew stern, "Do you think Chi Ying will follow you if the city falls and Yan Zhou''s army is defeated? That''s not love; it''s insulting her!"


    "You have no right to lecture me!" Bumu''er exploded.


    Cheng Fengyi was taken aback. Bumu''er sneered, "Yes, I don''t understand your Central Plains women''s notions of chastity and loyalty. I only know loving someone means making her happy and carefree, not burdening her with worries. You call me not a gentleman, but I never claimed to be one!"


    He mocked, "I''ve known Chi Ying for three years, ample time to possess her, but I never stooped to that! I just wanted her to willingly accept my care. Is that wrong? Mock me all you want; you, ignorant and self-righteous, will never understand the pain of someone in my position!"


    Cheng Fengyi, quick-witted, sensed hidden meaning in his words, momentarily confused, "You..."


    Bumu''er mounted his horse, coldly throwing, "Do you know who dared to intercept the imperial convoy on your marriage journey?" and rode away.


    Cheng Fengyi stood stunned, dropping the precious herb unnoticed.


    She vividly remembered the events two years ago, similar to this season. Accompanying her husband to a palace banquet, she was publicly demanded by Huerhanah. Initially believing it a sudden calamity, she later realized it was a carefully orchestrated plot, sacrificing her for Cui Jie''s stability.


    She bore no grudge against Cui Jie for giving her away, nor against Cui Yi and Chi Ying for failing to save her, nor against her father for siding with the Wu King. From the moment her father gave Cui Yi the Star Abyss Sword, they prepared for possible persecution, uncertain of the outcome.


    Huerhanah''s proposal, though unexpected, made sense. Everything largely aligned with her father''s predictions, except for the interception on the marriage route.


    The Northern Di suffered heavy casualties. Though she couldn''t understand their language, she clearly remembered the fire and subsequent duel. Bound in the carriage, she couldn''t see the rescuer''s face, even his voice was indistinct.


    Who was he? The one who openly defied the imperial decree to save her halfway? She often wondered, and hearing Bumu''er''s words, she realized she should have known.


    A name flashed in her mind, striking her like lightning. Pale-faced, she hurriedly gathered the herb, wrapped it in oxhide paper, and raced back on horseback.


    With Ch�� S��ngzi, the antidote was quickly brewed and administered to the unconscious Yang Qiong, who gradually regained color as the poison was neutralized.


    Exhausted, Cheng Fengyi collapsed on a Luohan couch. Chi Ying, knowing she wouldn''t leave, arranged for food to be brought, sitting with her to eat.


    Throughout the meal, Cheng Fengyi appeared distracted, deep in thought. Chi Ying noticed her eating only rice, offering a dish, "Sister, what are you thinking?"


    Cheng Fengyi snapped back, forcing a smile, "Nothing, just lost in thought."


    "With two patients in the house, you''ve been working hard these days. Eat and rest; otherwise, you''ll collapse," Chi Ying advised gently.


    Cheng Fengyi shook her head, rallying her spirits, "No, everyone''s busy. I''m fine; I''ll check on Seventh Master''s injury later."


    Chi Ying said, "Huaiyou is being cared for by Sister Zhong. But it''s tough for her."


    Cheng Fengyi nodded, "I shouldn''t disturb them. I''ll stay here and watch over him."


    Chi Ying found it odd. Since arriving at Yan Zhou Fu, Cheng Fengyi visited the military camp daily, despite having medics, tirelessly caring for the wounded, preparing various remedies.


    Without speaking, she directed the others to use boiling water to wash clothes and burn mugwort leaves to repel mosquitoes. Every day, the military kitchen was thoroughly cleaned to eliminate any factors that could reduce manpower outside of battle. Although Prince Cui Xiang was a royal, Cheng Fengyi treated everyone equally, bandaging him and then heading straight to the camp. But now she had to stay by Yang Qiong''s side. Although he was poisoned, the poison had been neutralized, hadn''t it?


    Chi Ying keenly sensed something subtle and indescribable in the air, ambiguous and uncertain.


    In the early morning, Yang Qiong woke up. Though some residual poison still needed time to be completely cleared, the numbness in his arm had disappeared, and his wound had stopped bleeding. Apart from a poor appetite, he seemed fine. Cheng Fengyi changed his bandage once more, sprinkled some water on it, and personally brought over iced plum soup to feed him: "You said you had no appetite this morning, so I had them chill the plum soup in the well. It��s more refreshing and can stimulate your appetite. Drink a little, so you can eat later."


    Yang Qiong was overwhelmed with gratitude and hurriedly reached out to grab the spoon: "I��ll do it myself! Please don��t trouble Madam!"


    Cheng Fengyi didn��t insist and just held the bowl for him. Afraid she might get tired, Yang Qiong quickly drank the plum soup, but in his haste, he choked, which was witnessed by Zhong L��ping, who came to visit.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Beautiful women have an instinctual admiration for heroes, and Zhong L��ping was no exception. To say she had no feelings for Yang Qiong would be a complete lie. However, when she saw Yang Qiong choking and coughing while Cheng Fengyi handed him a handkerchief and patted his back, smiling and telling him to drink slowly, she suddenly felt ashamed.


    Such a pair, even if they couldn��t be together, their bond was untouchable by anyone, not even herself. The experiences they shared were beyond her lifetime comprehension. She realized that Yang Qiong��s feelings for Cheng Fengyi wouldn��t change because of her previous marriages, nor would they fade with time. It was better for her not to hold any expectations.


    With this thought, she felt at ease, bringing a genuine blessing as she stepped through the threshold, smiling brightly.


    After three days of rest, Han Zhui launched another attack on the city. His persistence amazed Chi Ying; if he used this determination to fight against the Northern Di or Humentoer tribes outside the pass, he would certainly become a terrifying figure known throughout all ethnic groups. Unfortunately, his persistence was misplaced.


    Due to clear weather, Chi Ying once again employed the oil pot tactic, pouring boiling oil mixed with pine resin and paper money, providing a one-stop service from killing to cremation, even preparing the fare for the underworld journey, meticulously and considerately. When Han Zhui saw the hell banknotes fluttering down from the city walls, he almost exploded with anger, roaring and ordering a full-scale attack.


    However, his misfortune did not end there. While the remaining thirty thousand soldiers of Liangzhou were fighting under high temperatures and flames, their rear base was attacked.


    A group of black-clad masked men silently infiltrated the camp, their curved blades flashing silver, each stroke accompanied by fresh blood. Heads and limbs flew everywhere. Less than two hundred assassins advanced unimpeded, slaughtering the Liangzhou troops without resistance, cutting down nearly a thousand people like slicing melons and chopping vegetables. Someone shouted, "There��s poison on the blades!" Instantly, morale collapsed, and the troops scattered in panic.


    "A bunch of useless trash, so easily deceived," Bo Muer laughed coldly behind his mask.


    Beside him, a young man from his clan said something, and he nodded. The assassins split up to search for the granary.


    But they found nothing.


    Because the food had already run out.


    Bo Muer��s lips twitched as he looked at the bodies strewn about, severed limbs and corpses, finally understanding why those soldiers had fled so decisively.


    He originally planned to burn the Liangzhou army��s food supplies, forcing Han Zhui to retreat. Instead, he encountered a stubborn general who would rather starve than give up. His carefully laid plans turned into nothingness, infuriating him.


    In a fit of rage, Bo Muer decided to take Han Zhui��s head back as a ball to kick around.


    Thus, Han Zhui��s end came. With fire raging ahead, how could he, as the commander, go in to suffer? Sending troops to die was one thing, but he remained at the rear directing operations. Holding the command flag, he roared until his throat suddenly felt cold, and he instantly died.


    Nearly ten thousand Liangzhou troops were trapped in the inferno, unaware of the chaos behind them. When the attacks from the city walls suddenly slowed, someone realized something was wrong, turning back to see that their main force had already fled.


    Bo Muer lifted Han Zhui��s hair like a giant radish and left triumphantly. Wearing black, even Cao Qian above the city gates couldn��t recognize him. With many post-battle tasks to handle, he forgot to inform Chi Ying.


    Han Zhui��s death caused the reluctant Liangzhou army to scatter immediately. Yan Prefecture narrowly escaped disaster.


    On September 11th, a victory report arrived at Yan Prefecture. Cui Yi and Zhong Yuanshan jointly captured Zizhang City, controlling the twelve guards of the capital and more than half of the civil and military officials, achieving initial success in their rebellion.


    This news was undoubtedly a morale-boosting medicine. Households in Yan Prefecture hung lanterns and set off fireworks, filling the streets with laughter and joy, more festive than New Year��s celebrations. Refugees returned home to prepare for the autumn harvest. Inside and outside the city, joy permeated everywhere, and everyone��s mood was bright, envisioning a prosperous future.


    Xiaoqiu and Nongyue, having reached the foot of Amador Mountain, rushed back upon hearing the Liangzhou army had retreated, safely returning two days ago. Little Cui Hao, unlike his sister, wasn��t clingy and could entertain himself with anything given to him. Occasionally sharing his thoughts, he babbled happily regardless of whether anyone understood.


    Traveling by carriage was boring. Chi Ying placed her son on a soft blanket and spread out paper on a low table, writing earnestly.


    Cheng Fengyi held a book in one hand and rested her chin on the other, lazily asking, ��Why don��t you take a break? What are you writing?��


    Chi Ying replied, ��Although Prince has captured the capital, the emperor��s body hasn��t been found, meaning he might still be alive. If he escapes and rallies the remnants of the Liangzhou forces along with those from Fengzhou and Bazhou, the outcome remains uncertain. We must stabilize our position and avoid giving anyone a handle.��


    Despite the slight jolts on the road, Chi Ying��s handwriting was neat and orderly. Regarding court officials, she advised Cui Yi to ��forgive past grievances and appoint based on talent.�� For those who contributed significantly to the uprising, she suggested ��honoring them with titles and generous rewards but not granting excessive power.�� For the concubines left behind by Emperor Cui Jie, those without children should be ��released to marry,�� while those with children should ��serve the imperial tombs, never to return.�� Their relatives ��who benefited from their daughters�� status should be demoted to their original positions and reassessed based on merit, not indiscriminately oppressed.��


    Chi Ying knew that Cui Yi was about to become emperor, and many things were inconvenient to discuss openly to avoid accusations of meddling in state affairs. Moreover, their alone time would likely decrease. These crucial matters couldn��t wait, so she wrote them down to have Cao Qian deliver them to Cui Yi after reaching the capital.


    Unexpectedly, Cui Yi delayed his ascension.


    ��Stockpile grain, delay proclaiming kingship��Prince��s approach is commendable,�� Bai Lizan commented as they rode in palanquins towards the palace.


    After a month-long journey, they arrived at the capital during late autumn, with frost-covered maple leaves falling. As expected, Cui Yi was too busy to greet them, but Bai Lizan led a procession of nearly a thousand people to welcome Chi Ying, who was still the Wu Wangfei but soon to be the empress.


    Chi Ying carried her son and got off the carriage. A row of kneeling eunuchs and maidservants lined up before the city gates. Four sedan chairs were prepared, with Chi Ying��s being red with embroidered auspicious clouds and flying phoenixes. The others followed the protocol for third-rank noblewomen, using blue chairs adorned with gold and black tassels.


    Cheng Fengyi was eager to return home, anxiously looking around but not seeing her husband, Zhai Rang. Feeling uneasy, she tugged at Chi Ying��s sleeve: ��Chi Ying, I�� I want to go home.��


    She worried about her elderly father and young daughter, wondering about her husband��s condition. Not seeing Zhai Rang among the welcoming crowd made her nervous, imagining various scenarios. She couldn��t wait to check on them.


    Chi Ying didn��t know the details either, but before she could nod, Bai Lizan intervened: ��Lady Cheng, Prince has sent people to fetch your family. You should enter the palace now, where you can reunite with your loved ones. Otherwise, you might miss them.��


    Upon learning that Cui Yi had made arrangements, Cheng Fengyi felt slightly relieved and agreed: ��Alright.��


    The entourage boarded the sedan chairs, with Chi Ying��s leading the way. Bai Lizan briefed her on various matters following their entry into the capital. Holding her sleeping son, Chi Ying listened attentively. When Bai Lizan mentioned Cui Yi��s reluctance to ascend the throne, she was surprised: ��Why not?��


    Bai Lizan asked with a smile, ��What do you think?��


    Chi Ying frowned ambiguously. Bai Lizan continued, ��Your decisive move was perhaps too effective. The Ministry of Rites has approached several times regarding the coronation, but Prince keeps deflecting. He��s currently hesitant and indecisive. Have you considered how to resolve this?��


    Her words hit a nerve. At the time, the situation was dire, but as Bai Lizan pointed out, her words weren��t entirely insincere��they weren��t just meant to provoke Cui Yi. ��I didn��t think much then. Prince is emotional and sentimental. I feared he��d abandon the imminent victory, so I resorted to this strategy.��


    ��Your words weren��t entirely forced, right?�� Bai Lizan probed.


    Chi Ying hesitated, unsure how to respond. When she spoke those words, the situation was critical. But as Bai Lizan noted, they weren��t entirely fabricated to incite Cui Yi. Since awakening on the carved bed, she had always wondered why she had come back to life and if this rebirth had an endpoint, fearing she might die again someday.


    ��Forgive my impertinence, but do you truly intend to leave?�� Bai Lizan asked.


    Chi Ying couldn��t answer. Saying those words, the situation was dire, but as Bai Lizan pointed out, they weren��t entirely insincere��they weren��t just meant to provoke Cui Yi. ��I didn��t anticipate that Prince might refuse to ascend the throne because of my words.��


    Bai Lizan sighed, ��Regardless of whether you��re a deity or something else, you��re different from us. Prince is straightforward. Before revealing the truth, he could remain oblivious. Once revealed, he becomes anxious and indecisive. Did you foresee that he might reject the throne because you vowed to step down upon his coronation?��


    Chi Ying rubbed her forehead: ��Indeed, I didn��t expect����


    Bai Lizan continued, ��There��s another matter requiring your decision.��


    ��What is it?��


    Bai Lizan leaned closer to the sedan chair window, whispering, ��Old Master Cheng passed away.��


    Chi Ying gasped, not overly shocked: ��Last year, when we returned with Prince, Old Master Cheng was already seriously ill. Given his age and illness, his passing isn��t surprising.��


    Bai Lizan shook his head: ��Old Master Cheng didn��t die of illness. He committed suicide by poisoning.��


    Chi Ying nearly stood up in shock: ��What?!��


    ��Absolutely true. Zi Cheng told me himself. To cover for your escape, Old Master Cheng deceived Guo Ziyang, knowing he faced certain death. He sent Zi Cheng and the child back to Gong County and took poison at home, leaving instructions before passing away.��


    Chi Ying felt dizzy, almost collapsing inside the sedan chair, stammering: ��How�� How could this happen�� Old Master Cheng�� This�� We�� Prince����


    Bai Lizan sighed deeply: ��Prince only learned of Old Master Cheng��s death after entering the capital. We assumed his old age and illness made his passing unsurprising. Only yesterday, when Prince sent me to Gong County to bring Zi Cheng and his daughter to meet Lady Cheng, Zi Cheng knelt before me upon hearing his wife had returned.��


    Chi Ying struggled to believe what she heard, confirming again: ��Old Master Cheng really took his own life and wasn��t executed by the emperor, like the Third Prince?��


    Bai Lizan shook his head outside the curtain: ��Zi Cheng said he returned home after escorting you to Gong County, finding Old Master Cheng already poisoned, leaving final instructions before passing away.��


    Chi Ying took a deep breath, feeling a lump in her throat, hugging Xiao Cui Hao tightly and bending over: ��Oh God�� How could this happen�� How much more debt do we owe this father and daughter�� When will it end����


    Bai Lizan paused briefly, adding, ��Another matter.��


    ��What else?��


    As they approached the palace gates, the newly appointed chief eunuch announced, ��Empress Dowager returns!�� Rows of kneeling eunuchs, maidservants, and guards greeted them.


    Chi Ying peeked through the curtain, seeing the majestic palace gates looming ahead. Golden glazed tiles reflected the blue sky, symbolizing a cycle. After ten years, she was returning to this golden cage as the prospective empress.


    Amidst the deafening cheers of ��Long live the Empress Dowager, may you live ten thousand years,�� she heard Bai Lizan��s next words:


    ��Zi Cheng�� has remarried.��

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    Yao Hua Palace had been thoroughly cleaned. Although Chi Ying wasn��t officially the empress yet, all servants addressed her as such. A eunuch stepped forward: ��Madam, I served Empress Dowager Xiaoling previously and later worked in the archives. Prince assigned me to manage Yao Hua Palace, ensuring your comfort. Any requests can be handled by me.��


    Chi Ying nodded: ��Understood. Arrange rooms for Zhong L��ping and others, prepare four kinds of snacks, brew some Mao Jian tea, and inform His Majesty that I will visit Wan Sheng Palace after bathing and changing.��


    The eunuch left, and Cheng Fengyi smiled: ��Sister, despite being away from the capital for years, your authority remains intact. You handle subordinates impressively, almost like an experienced empress.��


    Chi Ying smiled, inviting everyone to rest inside. Soon, fruits and tea were served, including four types of desserts: red date lotus paste sugar, lotus flower peanut cake, lotus root flour bean yellow pastry, and honeyed plums. Seeing the treats, Xiao Cui Xian eagerly grabbed a pastry.


    ��Xian, wash your hands before eating. Don��t forget what Mama taught you,�� Chi Ying gently scolded.


    Zhong L��ping helped wipe Xiao Cui Xian��s hands: ��Hearing that, Princess, you need to learn manners to uphold your parents�� reputation.��


    Wang Shi defended the child: ��Princess is young and hungry, naturally impatient. She��ll learn gradually.��


    Cheng Fengyi, restless since entering the palace, kept glancing outside, thinking of her daughter. Seeing Xiao Cui Xian devour the pastry reminded her of her own child, wondering about her growth, preferences, and if she remembered her mother.


    ��Don��t worry, Da Ge and Shu Ping will arrive soon,�� Chi Ying reassured, though she knew they wouldn��t come. ��Try the lotus flower peanut cake. It��s unique to Yao Hua Palace, symbolizing wealth and prosperity. Delicious.��


    Zhong L��ping showed interest: ��Sister seems knowledgeable about Yao Hua Palace��s delicacies. What does red date lotus paste sugar signify? Red dates and lotuses�� Does it mean bearing sons early?��


    Chi Ying nodded: ��Correct. These four desserts represent wealth and prosperity, early births, abundant blessings, and sweet happiness, all auspicious and tasty. Try them.��


    Cheng Fengyi remained distracted, picking at her food. ��When will Zi Cheng arrive?��


    Before Chi Ying could respond, a eunuch reported: ��Madam, Miss Zhai has arrived.�� Cheng Fengyi leaped up, and Chi Ying instructed: ��Bring her in.��


    Cheng Fengyi rushed outside, seeing a plain-dressed nursemaid holding a toddler approaching. Tears welled up: ��Ping!��


    Little Shu Ping, separated from her mother for too long, cried in fear, shrinking into the nursemaid��s arms. Cheng Fengyi froze, her outstretched hands stopping mid-air.


    Seeing Shu Ping cry, Chi Ying consoled: ��After being apart for so long, it��s natural for her to feel distant. Blood ties are strong, and with time, she��ll remember you.��


    Cheng Fengyi tried to smile through tears, gently touching Shu Ping��s head: ��Ping, it��s Mama. Don��t you remember me?��


    Shu Ping trembled, scared, and hid further. Cheng Fengyi��s heart broke, evoking sympathy from those watching.


    Though Shu Ping didn��t recognize her, seeing her safe brought relief. But noticing Zhai Rang and her father, Cheng Hu, absent, she asked: ��Where��s Father? Where��s Zi Cheng? Why is only Ping here?��


    The nursemaid bluntly replied: ��Master Cheng passed away last year, and Master Zhai resigned and returned to Gong County. Hearing you returned, he refused to come, sending only the child.��


    Cheng Fengyi nearly fainted, supported by others.


    Chi Ying, seeing Shu Ping crying and Cheng Fengyi distraught, tried to reassure her: ��After being apart for so long, it��s understandable for her to be unfamiliar. But blood ties are strong, and with time, she��ll remember you.��


    Cheng Fengyi nodded, wiping her tears, trying to smile, touching Shu Ping��s head: ��Ping, it��s Mama. Don��t you remember me?��


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    Shu Ping shrank back, terrified, making Cheng Fengyi��s heart ache. Despite her daughter��s fear, knowing she was safe brought some comfort. But the absence of Zhai Rang and her father weighed heavily on her mind.


    Lady Wang promptly supported her to prevent her from falling.


    "My father is dead?!" Cheng Fengyi let out a piercing cry of sorrow. "How did he die? Why didn''t anyone tell me?"


    Chi Ying stammered, "It''s my fault. I just learned about Elder Cheng''s passing. Master doesn''t know much either and intended to have Brother Zhai inform you personally..."


    Cheng Fengyi was weeping so hard that she almost collapsed to the ground. Lady Wang and Zhong Lvping held her up from both sides to keep her from falling.


    She looked up, wailing loudly for her father. Several people in the courtyard felt heartbroken hearing her cries, their eyes reddening as they tried to console her. Zhong Lvping sobbed, "Sister Cheng, don''t be too sad. Take care of yourself and don''t scare Xiao Shujin."


    Cheng Fengyi regained some composure upon being reminded of her daughter. She looked at her through tear-filled eyes.


    Xiao Shujin, not understanding what was happening, stared at her mother''s crying face with a stiff expression, her eyes filled with fear.


    "Father! Unfilial daughter... I couldn''t even see you one last time..." Cheng Fengyi bent over, covering her face in anguish.


    Chi Ying gave a signal, and Lady Wang and Zhong Lvping escorted her back into the palace hall. The nanny followed with Xiao Shujin in her arms. A maid brought warm water for Cheng Fengyi to wash her face. After washing, although still deeply grieved, she had calmed down somewhat and asked hoarsely, "Where is my father buried?"


    The nanny couldn''t answer. Cheng Fengyi then asked, "You mentioned earlier that Zhai Cheng didn''t want to see me. Why?"


    The nanny''s eyes darted around. Earlier, when Cheng Fengyi was crying, Chi Ying had already warned her with a look, so she dared not speak rashly now. Cheng Fengyi had a vague suspicion but refused to believe it. Pushing away the maids beside her, she staggered towards the door, "I want to see him."


    "Sister Cheng!" Chi Ying hurried after her.


    Cheng Fengyi''s steps were unsteady, swaying left and right. Feeling timid, Chi Ying turned to instruct, "Send two people to accompany Lady Cheng and prepare a carriage to take her to Gong County."


    Zhong Lvping volunteered, "Let me accompany Sister Cheng. If anything happens, the maids might not be able to stop her." Chi Ying agreed and nodded, "Thank you for your trouble." Zhong Lvping then went to support the unsteady Cheng Fengyi as they left Yaohua Palace.


    After they left, Lady Wang tactfully excused herself, citing fatigue from the journey. Chi Ying wasn''t in the mood to entertain her anyway and let her go rest, entrusting the children to Xiao Qiu and others before heading to the hot spring to relax.


    The hot spring was still the same, but her memories of enjoying it during her past life were blurry. However, the memory of nearly being sold by her own sister remained vivid. Chi Ying nervously ordered all incense burners to be removed and carefully checked for any abnormal substances before finally soaking in the pool.


    Hot water was the best remedy for fatigue. Leaning against the edge of the pool, Chi Ying closed her eyes, trying to rest and relax. Yet, she couldn''t help worrying about Cheng Fengyi. How would she react upon seeing Zhai Rang''s new wife in Gong County? Would she cry, make a scene, or end her life as she once said she would? How would Zhai Rang explain his actions��was it because he couldn''t bear loneliness, pressure from his parents, or simply a change of heart?


    As her thoughts drifted between wakefulness and dreams, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open without permission again.


    Crown Prince Cui Yingrong, the future emperor, entered in casual attire. He was greeted by the future empress, who looked as if she had seen a ghost. His face fell immediately, "Why do you look like you''ve seen a ghost? What''s wrong with your expression?"


    Chi Ying smiled awkwardly, recalling how she had fled the capital, fearing he might misunderstand. She only told him about the Empress Dowager''s scheme to use her unborn child to achieve her dream of becoming an Empress Dowager, omitting the part about the Changsun family''s attempt to offer her to Cui Jie. Now, she certainly couldn''t say her reaction was due to lingering trauma from that night.


    "Why are you here?" Chi Ying decided to change the subject, smiling, "Didn''t I send someone to inform you that I''d come to pay respects at Wansheng Palace later?"


    Cui Yi closed the door behind him, looking uncomfortable, "Pay respects? Pay what respects? I''m not the emperor yet, but you''re already acting like the empress."


    Chi Ying laughed again, getting up to dress behind the screen. Cui Yi sat on the couch, waving her over after she came out. With her hair still dripping wet, loosely tied, she sat beside him.


    Cui Yi stared blankly at the rippling water in the pool, suddenly saying, "I don''t want to be emperor anymore."


    Chi Ying was momentarily stunned, "Huh?"


    "Becoming emperor means reading more reports, worrying more, having to be cautious about everything. Enemies can''t be killed, friends can''t be saved. Even when you''re in the capital, I can''t come to meet you. To see you, I have to wait for you to pay respects," Cui Yi leaned forward, elbows on his knees, shoulders hunched, sighing, "I can''t even pick you up when you arrive in the capital."


    Chi Ying found it amusing, leaning against his shoulder, teasing, "My lord, these are unreasonable complaints. You don''t want to ascend the throne, yet you blame me. Whether I pay respects or not, you''ll still procrastinate."


    Cui Yi turned to look at her, and Chi Ying returned his gaze with a smile.


    He studied her face intently, as if trying to discern something or confirm something. He gently touched her eyebrows and eyes, as if caressing a reflection in water or a mirage in mist, afraid it might vanish at any moment.


    "Your Highness?" Chi Ying could clearly read the insecurity Bi Liuzan had mentioned earlier. Ever since marrying into the Wu����, Cui Yi had never been at ease, always worried she wasn''t willing, felt wronged, or had feelings for someone else.


    But none of these fears compared to the terror of losing her. It seemed as if he saw their time together counting down, making this fearless warrior tremble slightly.


    Chi Ying took his hand, but Cui Yi pulled her into his arms tightly, overwhelming her senses with his erratic heartbeat and suppressed breathing.


    "Don''t leave me," Cui Yi clung to her desperately, almost suffocating her. He held her firmly, as if afraid she might run away. "Don''t leave me, don''t leave me..."


    Chi Ying''s eyes welled up with tears, wrapping her arms around his back. At that moment, she wished she could reassure him that she wouldn''t leave, but this simple promise was something she couldn''t give.


    Cui Yi let out a desperate cry, "Don''t leave me!"


    Chi Ying felt her ribs about to break. In that instant, she realized if she died or disappeared, Cui Yi would not survive either. This seemingly fearless warrior was just as vulnerable as anyone else, afraid and powerless at times. Beneath his tough exterior was a soft spot reserved solely for her��only for Changsun Chi Ying.


    "What are you talking about, Your Highness?" Chi Ying forced a smile, patting his back as if soothing a child, "I just arrived. How could I leave? Besides, I have no home to return to. Should I go back to Yanzhou?"


    Cui Yi shouted wildly, "No matter where, you''re not allowed to go! Stay by my side! No other place!"


    Chi Ying felt a mix of warmth and bitterness, stroking his head, "Alright, alright, nowhere else. You become emperor, and I stay in the palace as your empress. Even if I want to go out, I''ll go with you. Is that okay?"


    Cui Yi still looked uncertain, "Nowhere else?"


    Chi Ying found it amusing, thinking this nearly thirty-year-old prince acted like a fool in front of her, mentally stuck at age two despite being a father of two.


    Nevertheless, her words provided some comfort, and he loosened his grip. Chi Ying''s ribs still ached, deciding she''d need to apply some medicinal oil before bed.


    "Will the emperor ascend the throne now?" Chi Ying teased.


    Cui Yi looked woodenly at her, "I''m used to you calling me ''my lord.'' Hearing you call me ''emperor'' feels strange."


    Chi Ying was speechless, "What should we do? Calling you ''my lord'' is no longer appropriate. You feel it''s not me because you haven''t found your role as emperor."

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    Cui Yi wore an awkward expression. Chi Ying suggested a compromise, "When we''re alone, I''ll call you by your name, Yingrong?"


    Cui Yi grunted noncommittally, blushing oddly. Chi Ying found it amusing; after all these years, he still blushed like a shy boy when she called his name. Regretting not changing her address sooner, she playfully poked his cheek, "Emperor? Yingrong? Why is your face red?"


    Cui Yi''s face flushed, steam practically rising from his head. Annoyed, he grabbed her wrist, pinning her to the couch, "Empress! Don''t take advantage of my favor!"


    Chi Ying laughed heartily, her negative emotions dissipating. They rolled around on the couch, eventually calming down.


    Lying on the couch, Chi Ying wiped away tears of laughter. Cui Yi hovered above her like a predator about to devour its prey.


    "Has the Ministry of Rites set a date for the enthronement ceremony?"


    Cui Yi licked his lips, "The three dates presented previously have passed. Choose any day you like. Forget auspicious days. As long as I ascend the throne, that day will be lucky."


    Chi Ying loved his unwavering confidence, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.


    That kiss reignited his passion, and he began to undress her. She protested weakly, but he silenced her with another kiss, pressing her back down.


    Just as things were heating up, a eunuch''s voice interrupted from outside, "Your Majesty, General Dai has news. They''ve captured the entire Changsun Tai family. What should be done? Shall we go and see?"


    Cui Yi, eager to continue, reluctantly got up at Chi Ying''s insistence.


    "This is important business. We must go," Chi Ying quickly dressed, ringing the bell for assistance.


    Cui Yi grumbled, "What''s there to see? He hunted us relentlessly. Letting him suffer is fair. Just beat him up and lock him up."


    Chi Ying, unsure whether to laugh or cry, reminded him sternly, "Hey, that''s still my father, your father-in-law. Show some respect. I want to see how they are. I thought they were under house arrest like other ministers."


    Cui Yi scoffed, "Given Changsun Tai''s cunning, he would have fled with his emperor. Having leverage, he feared nothing. But now, caught by me, he won''t escape punishment."


    "I agree. So it''s odd they were captured," Chi Ying adjusted her hairpin, stepping into shoes as a maid helped her. "I''ll go in first. Try to persuade them to reveal Emperor Jiai''s whereabouts. If they refuse, you can threaten them."


    Cui Yi chuckled, "You sound just like them. Pot calling the kettle black."


    Upon learning of Cheng Hu''s suicide, Chi Ying recalled another benefactor, General Dai Zhinorth, who had defied Guo Mao for them. Confirming his safety with Bai Lizan, she felt relieved.


    General Dai had always admired Cui Yi and helped them many times, minimizing damage during the epidemic and the confiscation of the Wu����. Though she hadn''t interacted much with him, she was grateful and planned to reward the Dai family.


    A reward needed a reason, and capturing Changsun Tai, a key minister from Emperor Jiai''s reign, warranted significant recognition.


    Changsun Tai, his wife Fan Shi, concubine Guo Shi, and son Changsun Pei were imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice''s dungeon. Seeing their condition with a single glance, Chi Ying walked through the dark, filthy corridors, ignoring the cold stares of former officials loyal to Emperor Jiai.


    "Changsun Tai!" came a furious shout from deep within the dungeon. "Dai Zhinorth, traitor! Rebel! May you rot in hell! Release me!"


    General Dai wasn''t present, but his eldest son Dai Ping welcomed her. Chi Ying nodded, following him deeper into the dungeon.


    "Father," she stood calmly before the cell, looking at the two men in prisoner''s garb.


    Changsun Tai stared in shock, then pounded the bars, roaring, "Don''t call me father! I have no daughter like you!"


    His tactic usually worked on others, evoking guilt and opening negotiations. But it had no effect on Chi Ying.


    "Very well, Minister Changsun. I came here for one question: Where is the late emperor?"


    Changsun Tai, thwarted, grew angrier, "Late emperor? Dead! Buried in the imperial mausoleum! Go find him yourself! Have you the nerve to face him?"


    Chi Ying calmly accepted a chair offered by a guard and sat down.


    "Wu Wang, with wolfish ambition, usurped the throne. You''ll all face retribution!" Changsun Tai''s rant nearly made him faint. His son Changsun Pei rushed to support him, pleading, "Elder sister, father is old. Being here..." He was slapped by Changsun Tai.


    "Traitor! Beast! Who allowed you to call her elder sister? Where''s your integrity?"


    Changsun Pei knelt, trembling. Chi Ying spoke softly, "Good. Someone still recognizes me as elder sister. Open the cell. Clean him up, change his clothes, and bring him to the main hall. Let him choose: die for the tyrant emperor or live quietly as kin."


    Changsun Pei instantly responded, "Elder sister, spare me! I''ll listen to you!"


    Changsun Tai didn''t protest, gripping the bars, watching silently.


    "Know your place. Take him away," Chi Ying smiled gracefully. Guards dragged Changsun Pei away.


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    Turning back to Changsun Tai, she asked sweetly, "Minister Changsun, why aren''t you shouting anymore? Thirsty? Guards, give him water."


    Changsun Tai eyed the offered water, swallowing hard, asking fearfully, "Are you going to kill me?"


    Chi Ying feigned innocence, "Minister Changsun, killing you benefits no one. Poisoning kin is Emperor Renyu''s style. As a mother, I must accumulate virtue. Besides, the emperor forbids it."


    Changsun Tai''s eyes darted around. Chi Ying added, "And you haven''t told me the late emperor''s whereabouts. Even if I wanted to kill you, the emperor wouldn''t allow it."


    "Emperor? Bah! Governing requires wisdom. Cui Yi, with only martial prowess, knows nothing of statecraft. What qualifies him to be emperor?" Changsun Tai spat at her feet.


    Dai Ping pointed angrily, "Impudent! Daring to insult Her Majesty!" Chi Ying signaled silence.


    Changsun Tai slammed the bars, bellowing, "Empress? Where is the empress? My daughter Changsun Lingfang is the true empress of Great Chu! No one else has the right to claim that title!"


    "Lady!" Fan Shi''s voice came from the neighboring cell, "Give it up. Holden is also our daughter. She grew up under your watchful eye."


    Changsun Tai, unbending, roared, "Shut up! I have no such daughter!"


    Fan Shi approached, tearfully pleading, "Holden, please pity us. Your father is just angry. Remember how he doted on you?"


    Chi Ying turned slightly, "Mother."


    Fan Shi eagerly responded, "Yes, Holden. I apologize. I had no choice!"


    Though apologies meant little, hearing them was better than nothing. Chi Ying nodded, "I understand."


    Fan Shi begged, "Forgive us, please!"


    Chi Ying''s expression remained neutral, "Mother, where is the late emperor?"


    Fan Shi hesitated, but Changsun Tai cut in, "Don''t tell her! Don''t betray me!"


    "Fine, fine!" Guo Shi interjected, "The emperor fled southwest!"


    Chi Ying smiled approvingly, "Good. Do you know where they''re headed?"


    Guo Shi quickly replied, "I''m not sure, but I heard the guards mention Gui County."


    Chi Ying nodded, satisfied, "Excellent. Bring him to the main hall."


    Gui County and Wen County are both in Qin Prefecture. The sister of the Governor of Qin Prefecture was the Empress Dowager''s sister-in-law before her death. It made sense for Cui Jie to seek help there. Chi Ying praised Lady Guo for her cooperation: "You are a smart person. Although you wronged me in the past, it indirectly helped me as well. Let''s put the past behind us. Today, you revealed the tyrant''s whereabouts, which is also a merit. After I report this to the Emperor, he will reward you and your son with a good house so that you can live out your days in peace."


    Lady Guo hurriedly bowed to thank her: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"


    Changsun Tai was almost furious enough to burst a blood vessel. He had intended to use Cui Jie��s whereabouts as leverage to maintain his image as a loyal minister for future history books. Then, he planned to trade the information with Cui Yi for his own benefit. No matter what happened, Changsun Tai was still Chi Ying��s father and the undisputed father-in-law of the emperor. Cui Yi would not dare to make things too difficult for him because of his reputation. Perhaps he could still be appointed as Grand Tutor or even promoted.


    However, his plan fell through when Lady Guo betrayed him without hesitation. Changsun Tai was so angry that he pointed at her trembling finger: "You��you��"


    As she was dragged out of the cell, Lady Guo looked at him with contempt: "My lord, I have been with you for seventeen years. Have you ever truly cared about me and Pei''er? You only have eyes for your two daughters, the throne, and the glory of being the father of the empress! If you wish to be a high-minded loyal minister, then please excuse me from accompanying you."


    Changsun Tai was so angry that he saw black spots before his eyes and stomped and cursed: "Wretch!"


    Lady Guo smiled: "My lord is confused. I came from a brothel, so I am indeed��a wretch."


    Changsun Tai was so angry that he couldn''t say a word and could only watch her being taken away.


    Seeing Lady Guo leave first, Lady Fan completely lost her composure. She stretched out her hands and shouted: "Chi Ying! You can''t abandon your mother to die! I carried you for ten months and raised you for more than ten years. How can you watch me die in prison? Chi Ying!"


    Chi Ying frowned slightly, feeling a wave of nausea. They always said that the debt of nurturing was greater than heaven, but when parents raise their children solely for future wealth and power, using every trick to ruin their lives for their own luxuries, and then use the debt of nurturing to blackmail them when they become prisoners, there was no better word to describe the feeling than disgust.


    "Mother, since you say I was born and raised by you, I cannot deny it. I already know where the former emperor went. There is one thing I don''t understand yet. As long as you answer honestly, I will release you."


    Lady Fan nodded eagerly: "Ask, ask, whatever I know, I will tell you, I will tell you!"


    Chi Ying''s gaze was calm, but inside, she was filled with rage like turbulent waves crashing against the shore. Finally, she had the chance to ask the question she had always wanted to know.


    She slowly began: "The two children of Lingfang..."


    Lady Fan''s face instantly turned pale.


    "...whose are they?"


    That day, Cui Jie told her in the hot spring that the two children of Changsun Lingfang were not his but Zhong Wei''s. She couldn''t say she completely believed him. Based on her understanding of Cui Jie, it was impossible for him to have children as her husband. But Cui Jie was an enemy, after all, and not everything he said could be trusted. As the person who brought the lover into the palace, Lady Fan must know the truth and would certainly reveal it to save herself.


    Before Lady Fan decided whether to speak, Changsun Tai exploded with anger. He pounded on the cell door, spitting wildly: "You��you beast! To the point where you defame your own sister, you are worse than an animal!"


    Chi Ying smiled faintly: "Flattery, flattery, isn''t it all learned from you?"


    Changsun Tai''s eyes bulged, and he was about to curse again, but Lady Fan cried: "My lord! Don''t say any more. What''s the point of hiding it now?"


    Changsun Tai gasped: "What do you mean? Lingfang...children..."


    Oh, so Father really didn''t know? Chi Ying suddenly felt like laughing.


    Lady Fan slowly collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face: "Chi Ying, we''ve come to this point. I won''t hide it from you anymore. The child Lingfang miscarried last winter...was not the emperor''s."


    Changsun Tai fainted on the spot hearing this earth-shattering truth.


    "So it was true..." Chi Ying sighed deeply. It seemed that Cui Jie hadn''t lied. Therefore, the fact that the Changsun family was abandoned halfway and captured back might also have been intentionally done by him.


    Lady Fan sobbed: "I know it was wrong, treason punishable by death, but...how long can a childless empress remain glorious? Chi Ying, you are also a wife. You should understand. When Emperor Jingzong was on the throne, you couldn''t bear a son, and he wanted to marry Wu Wang to another queen. You are also a witness to this!"


    Chi Ying found it indescribably ridiculous and didn��t bother to refute her.


    "You were determined to groom you as the crown princess. Lingfang and Shuji were in love. My lord originally planned to let them marry after Lingfang grew up. If it weren''t for that wretched Lady Guo scheming against you, how could there have been so many problems later? All of this was caused by that wretched woman. She ruined your life, made our family enemies, all because of her!"


    "Because you married Wu Wang, the crown prince never trusted our family. Later, when he became emperor, he neglected Lingfang. Seeing other concubines having children one after another, Lingfang suffered from loneliness. Isn''t it your fault?"


    Chi Ying interrupted coldly: "Don''t think I''ll feel guilty or moved by these words. I just want to hear the facts."


    Lady Fan, unable to stir emotions, paused and continued: "In October that year, Wu Wang planned the assassination in the imperial villa..."


    Chi Ying stood up abruptly: "Who planned it? Mother, don''t take me for a fool. At this point, you''re still trying to shift blame. I see you don''t really want to get out."


    Lady Fan was startled and hurriedly said: "No, no, it was...it was you and the crown prince who planned it. That time, my lord knew the crown prince was wary of our family and dared not let Lingfang give birth. So after you left, whenever the emperor stayed in Yaohua Palace, Lingfang dared not eat anything sent by the imperial kitchen the next day. I took Shuji to visit her, but in reality..."


    Chi Ying couldn''t bear to listen anymore and irritably turned away: "Enough!"


    "Yes, yes..." Lady Fan wiped her sweat and skipped over the dirty part, "Later, Lingfang became pregnant. At first, we didn''t know whose child it was, hoping it was the emperor''s. But when the child was born, there was a small mole on its left cheek, exactly the same as Shuji''s. Lingfang...she saw the child and fainted..."


    "The imperial physician said Lingfang lost too much blood and might never have children again. Then the child died... We were desperate. My lord thought you and Lingfang were close sisters. Since you were unhappy with Wu Wang, if you could enter the palace, at least you wouldn''t worry about food and clothing. Even if you became a low-ranking consort, it would be better than staying in Yan Prefecture."


    At this point, Chi Ying could no longer tolerate it and slammed the chair armrest: "Take her away."


    Lady Fan was obediently dragged out. Just before leaving the cell, Chi Ying noticed someone else in the cell. Thinking it was her daughter-in-law Tang Shi, she realized it was her younger sister Changsun Lingfang when the jailer dragged her from the corner.


    Cui Jie even abandoned his own wife?! Chi Ying looked at her despondent sister, realizing that everything she witnessed must have been traumatic. Their mother, Lady Fan, even admitted her daughter''s adultery in front of Dai Ping and the guards to save herself. Chi Ying felt even colder.


    Her husband''s abandonment, her family''s betrayal... all of this struck Changsun Lingfang harder than Chi Ying''s own experiences. Chi Ying hated her but also felt guilty. She stood up and squatted in front of her sister.


    The once-glorious empress was now a prisoner in tattered clothes, her once-beautiful hair matted like a chicken coop, her hands and feet covered in countless small scratches, even bloodstains on her feet, probably from walking barefoot after being captured. Prisoners, after all, couldn''t expect carriages.


    Changsun Lingfang stared blankly ahead, hugging her knees, showing no reaction to Chi Ying''s presence.


    "Lingfang," Chi Ying held her hand, "do you regret it?"


    Changsun Lingfang shivered, pulling her hand back and hugging herself tighter, burying half her face in her knees, sobbing.


    Chi Ying gently stroked her messy hair: "Your affair with Zhong Wei is my fault. The suffering you endured should have been mine. I knew it was a sea of bitterness ahead, but I pushed you into it anyway."


    Changsun Lingfang''s eyes welled up with tears, streaming down her dirty cheeks.


    "I know you hate me as much as I hate you. From the start, I knew our family was doomed. Whether it was you or me entering the palace, Cui Jie was such a person who even guarded against his own mother. Our family''s fate was sealed the moment Father started plotting to become the father of the empress."


    Changsun Lingfang burst into tears, throwing herself into Chi Ying''s arms, crying loudly. Chi Ying hugged her tightly, comforting her, just like they used to when they were close sisters.

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    Chi Ying used her family''s internal conflicts to lure out Cui Jie''s whereabouts and his confession of framing his brother and killing his own child. Initially, most officials did not support Cui Yi''s usurpation, but upon hearing Lady Fan admit her husband and the crown prince''s conspiracy, they quickly switched sides, supporting Cui Yi.


    Officials, especially those skilled in rhetoric, played a crucial role. From Shan Jian''s shocking revelations to Bai Lichan''s strategic maneuvering, Cui Jie''s image as a filial and wise ruler had already begun to crumble. Now, with a large group of officials joining in the criticism, Cui Jie was soon vilified as a villainous tyrant in popular songs.


    Cui Yi was delighted, feeling for the first time that his father''s officials were somewhat useful.


    Conversely, when Changsun Tai woke up and heard about this, he nearly fainted again from anger.


    If everyone doesn''t surrender, the first to surrender would be despised. But if everyone surrenders, the one who refuses becomes an "outcast," waiting to be crushed.


    Poor Changsun Tai neither maintained his reputation as a "loyal and unyielding" official nor joined the mass surrender. Opening his eyes to find himself condemned by former colleagues, he survived by sheer luck.


    He decided to play dead and wait for the storm to pass.


    But Cui Yi wouldn''t let him off so easily. Hearing from the imperial physicians that Changsun Tai had fainted again and hadn''t woken up, Cui Yi entered the room with interest: "Lord Changsun?"


    Changsun Tai lay motionless on the bed, pretending not to hear. Cui Yi glanced at him and ordered: "Lord Changsun hates me the most. Now that I''m standing here, he hasn''t jumped up to fight me. It seems he''s dead. Take him away and burn him."


    Changsun Tai was instantly terrified, rolling off the bed. The entire room burst into laughter.


    "Oh, he''s not dead." Cui Yi calmly sat down.


    Changsun Tai, disheveled, tried to climb back into bed. The head eunuch of Wansheng Palace, Du Zhongquan, snapped his dust whisk: "How dare you ignore the Emperor! Lord Changsun, what crime have you committed?"


    Cui Yi was in a good mood and didn''t press further: "Well, I haven''t officially ascended the throne, so Lord Changsun is my elder. Formalities aren''t necessary."


    Changsun Tai, wearing only a single layer of clothes, turned his eyes: "Since you haven''t ascended the throne, why do you call yourself ''I''? As the eldest legitimate son of Emperor Jingzong, you should follow ancestral rites..."


    Cui Yi''s good mood vanished, his face darkening: "Changsun Tai, are you tired of living! Is it your place to comment on my affairs?"


    Changsun Tai lifted his head: "As your elder..."


    Cui Yi smashed the teacup on the floor: "Drag him out and give him twenty strokes!"


    Changsun Tai panicked, begging for mercy as he was dragged away. After two or three strikes, Cui Yi called it off symbolically. Despite the brief punishment, Changsun Tai was already struggling to breathe.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    "What''s going on? Why is he lying in the courtyard?" Chi Ying arrived.


    Cui Yi wasn''t officially crowned yet, so Chi Ying''s status as empress wasn''t confirmed either. But this didn''t stop her from appearing in full regalia. Changsun Tai looked up to see his daughter adorned with a golden tiara, draped in a red robe embroidered with gold and silver phoenixes. Her entourage included incense bearers and parasol holders, dazzling him.


    Changsun Tai, clutching his waist, struggled to rise: "Daughter..."


    Chi Ying laughed suddenly: "Lord Changsun, are you delirious? Where is your daughter? I don''t see her."


    Changsun Tai was speechless, kneeling awkwardly. Chi Ying waved her hand: "Xiaoqiu, help Lord Changsun up." Xiaoqiu, with a mocking tone, extended her hand. Changsun Tai reluctantly accepted her help, glaring at her.


    "Why did you come?" Cui Yi walked out.


    Chi Ying sobered up: "Sister Cheng has returned."


    After returning from Gong County to the capital, Cheng Fengyi didn''t return to the palace but went directly to the empty Cheng residence. Zhong L��ping left a maid to take care of her and reported back to Chi Ying.


    Cui Yi and Chi Ying returned to Yaohua Palace, where Zhong L��ping was already waiting. After greetings, the three sat down, and Zhong L��ping recounted the events.


    "We set out in the afternoon...," she began.


    They traveled overnight, arriving at Gong County early the next morning. Cheng Fengyi knew the location of the Zhai family home from previous visits. She rushed to the gate, calling out Zhai Rang''s name. Neighbors came out to see what was happening.


    A pregnant woman emerged from the house, apologizing with a smile: "Zirang took his father to the county town for treatment. What brings you here?"


    Cheng Fengyi''s eyes widened in disbelief, her breath catching.


    Chi Ying sighed softly: "I remember Cheng Fengyi mentioning that the Zhai family had only one son."


    Zhong L��ping added sadly: "It''s clear now. Poor Cheng Fengyi, losing her father and being rejected by her daughter, sought comfort from her husband, only to find he had remarried."


    Cui Yi angrily slapped the table: "Zhai Rang! An ungrateful scoundrel! Without Cheng Fengyi''s father recognizing him, he''d have no chance to serve in government!"


    Chi Ying coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, watch your language."


    Cui Yi vented his frustration: "Last time we returned to the capital, he betrayed us without hesitation. Though he apologized later, he nearly sold us out again. Such a fickle and greedy man deserves to be drowned in a pig cage!"


    Zhong L��ping was shocked: "There''s more to the story!"


    Chi Ying patted Cui Yi''s clenched fist reassuringly: "Let''s continue, Zhong L��ping."


    In Gong County, Cheng Fengyi stood frozen, staring at the woman. Zhong L��ping didn''t know how to respond. Cheng Fengyi had endured so much, clinging to the hope of her family, only to find it shattered.


    Inside, an elderly woman appeared, her hair white and back bent.


    Cheng Fengyi trembled: "Mother-in-law..."


    The old woman, Zhai Rang''s mother, showed no signs of remorse or apology. Instead, she angrily pointed: "Go back! Never come here again! Our family can''t afford to lose face!"


    These words infuriated Zhong L��ping: "Watch your words! What do you mean by losing face? Cheng Fengyi''s father was the Minister of Personnel, and her mother was a renowned doctor. How could she not match your son?"


    The pregnant woman seemed to realize something: "Are you..."


    Zhai''s mother defended fiercely: "Minister or not, you go back!"


    "No matter how skilled a doctor she is, our Zhai family does not want a daughter-in-law who has been tainted by another man. Leave as far as you can, and don''t blame this old woman for being rude!" Cheng Fengyi hung her head and wept silently. Zhong L��ping was even angrier, placing her hands on her hips and shouting back, "What are you saying! If it weren''t for your son''s incompetence, would Cheng have been taken away by someone else? Cheng is the lawful wife of your son, the mother of his child. She hasn''t done anything wrong, so why do you just discard her like that?"


    Madam Zhai snorted disdainfully, "Now you know to despise Zhai Zicheng for being useless. Who was it that begged to marry into our family? It��s clearly your own family''s mess that hasn��t been sorted out properly, but you��re blaming us? Our Zhai family has only one son in three generations. He married a lady who cannot carry heavy loads or lift buckets, and now she can''t even come home to serve us. Moreover, she gave birth to a girl��what use is that?"


    "You!" Zhong L��ping was too angry to speak. Cheng Fengyi shook her head, "Sister Zhong, forget it..." With both hands clinging to the fence, she seemed about to collapse at any moment, struggling to hold on as she said shakily, "I��m sorry... I��m sorry... I failed to fulfill my duties as a daughter-in-law. I didn''t help my husband or raise our children, nor did I serve my in-laws. It��s all my fault..."


    Madam Zhai scoffed arrogantly, rolling her eyes, "Good that you know. Now leave!"


    Cheng Fengyi forced herself to endure the pain, "I am already broken. My husband doesn��t want me, my daughter doesn��t recognize me, and my father is no longer alive. There��s no point in living anymore."


    Zhong L��ping grabbed her arm urgently, "Sister Cheng! You can''t think like that!"


    Cheng Fengyi weakly shook her head, looking at Madam Zhai and Wen Juan with pleading eyes, "Shujin may be a girl, but she is still a descendant of the Zhai family. I hope you..."


    Wen Juan seemed kind-hearted and nodded before Cheng could finish, "Don��t worry, I will treat Shujin as my own daughter." But Madam Zhai harshly replied, "Take her back and raise her yourself! From now on, our Zhai family will act as if we never had such a daughter-in-law, and we don��t care about the child you bore!"


    In just two days, Cheng Fengyi suffered numerous blows, leaving her mentally exhausted. Hearing that her daughter was also rejected, she felt a surge of anger, coughing up blood and collapsing.

 concubines and children

    After Cheng Fengyi fainted, the scene naturally turned chaotic. The neighbors couldn��t bear to watch and began to criticize Madam Zhai for being heartless. Instead of acknowledging her mistake, Madam Zhai brandished a broom, shouting something about not dying in front of their door. Zhong L��ping was so furious she almost attacked the old woman.


    "Deserves it! Such people should be beaten to death!" Xiaoqiu couldn��t help but spit angrily.


    Zhong L��ping sighed repeatedly, "Sister Cheng has suffered so much, yet the Zhai family still rejects her. I can��t help her at all."


    Chi Ying patted her shoulder, consoling her, "You��ve done well. Don��t blame yourself. Even without Wen Juan, Sister Cheng would face contempt if she returned. Not going back might be better."


    Cui Yi leaned against a soft couch, sighing, "Cheng��s heart is kind, and she saved countless lives. Many soldiers owe their lives to her and would gladly sacrifice themselves for her. If they knew how the Zhai family treated her, they might raze the entire village to the ground."


    Chi Ying immediately glared at him, "Your Majesty, food can be eaten recklessly, but words mustn��t be spoken lightly. What if the eunuchs outside think it��s an imperial decree and spread it to the camp?"


    Cui Yi pursed his lips, refraining from further comments.


    Zhong L��ping continued, "After Sister Cheng fainted, I wanted to put her on the carriage, but the old woman was vicious, swinging the broom. Two palace maids tried to block her but dared not hurt her. I alone couldn��t lift Sister Cheng despite using all my strength."


    "Didn��t anyone nearby offer to help?" Chi Ying asked.


    "Some wanted to," Zhong L��ping smiled, "Guess who came?"


    Xiaoqiu blurted out, "Was it Zhai Zicheng?"


    Cui Yi stroked his lips, "It must have been Gong Qi."


    Zhong L��ping nodded, smiling, "The emperor is indeed wise. When we left the city, General Yang had been following us on horseback, probably following Master Bai Li��s advice, fearing Sister Cheng might suffer. But under those circumstances, no one could help. If he intervened, things might have gotten worse."


    Everyone nodded. Indeed, Madam Zhai already thought Cheng Fengyi unchaste; if a man helped her, it would make matters worse.


    Yang Qiong could only watch as Cheng Fengyi was humiliated. His words were conveyed through Zhong L��ping. When Cheng collapsed, the old woman swung the broom at them. Finally, Yang Qiong couldn��t take it anymore, stepping forward from his hiding place.


    Two palace maids tried to block Madam Zhai, but she became more aggressive, knowing they wouldn��t dare hurt her. Yang Qiong snatched the broom from her hand and threw it aside.


    Zhong L��ping gasped, "General Yang?"


    Seeing a fierce-looking man with a weapon, Madam Zhai finally backed off.


    Yang Qiong knelt on one knee, taking the unconscious Cheng Fengyi from Zhong L��ping��s arms.


    Madam Zhai exclaimed, "Oh! Having men outside and coming back pretending to be pitiful..."


    Before she finished, Yang Qiong looked up, his murderous gaze accompanied by the shadow of his spear slicing through the air. Madam Zhai felt a chill as half her hairpin was cut off, her gray hair falling loose.


    Wen Juan, leaning against the doorframe, nearly fell over in fright.


    The neighbors froze in fear.


    Madam Zhai stood there, bewildered.


    "If you dare speak rudely again, next time it��ll be your neck," Yang Qiong said firmly.


    He carried Cheng Fengyi towards the village entrance where the carriage waited. Zhong L��ping and the two palace maids hurried after him.


    A while later, Madam Zhai��s terrified wails echoed behind them.


    "After helping Sister Cheng onto the carriage, General Yang rode ahead alone," Zhong L��ping said, twisting her hands, "Even now, he refuses to take advantage of the situation. I truly admire him."


    Cui Yi commented, "Gong Qi is like that, never doing anything against his conscience. Without help, I fear he might spend his life watching over Mother and Daughter Cheng from afar."


    Chi Ying agreed, "From what you say, Sister Cheng has thoughts of suicide. But with little Shujin, she won��t abandon her daughter. We must prevent her from becoming completely despondent and possibly committing suicide, leaving her daughter behind. We mustn��t stand idly by. Since Zhai Zicheng betrayed her, we must help General Yang at all costs. This benefits both Sister Cheng and him."Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Xiaoqiu immediately supported Chi Ying, "Her Majesty is right! What should we do?"


    Cui Yi and Zhong L��ping looked expectantly at Chi Ying.


    Chi Ying paused, unsure how to proceed. Given Yang Qiong��s character, he��d refused to remarry even when his elder sister-in-law was widowed. Cheng Fengyi still loved Zhai Rang, so Yang wouldn��t interfere.


    Persuading Cheng Fengyi? That idea was quickly dismissed. She was in deep mourning, making it inappropriate to suggest moving on. Perhaps in a year or two, but given her mental state, she might take drastic action sooner.


    Just as everyone was stumped, a letter from Yan Prefecture arrived unexpectedly.


    Receiving Shan Jian��s letter surprised Chi Ying. Shan Jian rarely offered advice unprompted, and even when consulted, his suggestions were often ruthless. However, this letter was different. Shan Jian anticipated Cheng Fengyi��s rejection by her family and potential suicide upon returning to the capital. Yet, since she hadn��t died, Yang Qiong hadn��t given up and might need help.


    Chi Ying marveled at Shan Jian��s insight into human nature, suggesting a practical solution.


    On Winter Solstice, Cui Yi hosted a banquet for key figures in the recent coup, planning to send troops to eliminate remnants of the former dynasty in Qin Prefecture. Until Ji Jie was definitively dead, Cui Yi��s throne wasn��t secure.


    "The list of generals for the western campaign includes Gong Qi," Cui Yi said, reading reports, "He volunteered, so I couldn��t refuse."


    Chi Ying stirred the ginseng soup, blowing on it, "Be careful with your pronouns, lest the censors hear and comment. So he��s given up? A pity Shan advised us otherwise."


    Cui Yi wrote, "Even if he��s given up, he��s not truly resigned. What did Shan write? He usually deals in shady affairs, but now he��s playing matchmaker."


    Chi Ying chuckled, "Who knows? Maybe he��s changed. Ask Minister Bai Li to write him."


    Bai Li Zan, an early advisor to Prince Wu, made significant contributions to Cui Yi��s rise. Though young, he was highly capable. Despite efforts to appoint him to a powerful position, conservative ministers insisted he lacked experience. Eventually, he was appointed as tutor to Crown Prince Hao, ensuring future promotion.


    Cui Yi, always interested in abdicating, was pleased with the current arrangement, especially having a crown prince and tutor. Privately informing Bai Li, the latter found Cui Yi��s enthusiasm unsettling, feeling like a regent.


    "Tonight��s a good opportunity. I��ll discuss with Sister Zhong. Whether it succeeds depends on fate," Chi Ying handed the soup to Cui Yi and left the study.


    Outside, several ministers stopped discussing and bowed as she passed.


    The Winter Solstice banquet was held at Lan Yue Terrace, traditionally reserved for imperial banquets. By hosting non-royal guests here, Cui Yi showed respect and signaled change.


    Seven days later, Cui Yi would ascend the throne. Social interactions would become more formal.


    Twelve seats were arranged, six on each side. After waiting, Cui Yi and Chi Ying arrived with their children.


    "Everyone��s here? Please sit," Cui Yi gestured.


    Chi Ying sat beside him with Xiao Cui Hao, while Xiao Cui Xian was cared for by a nanny. Seeing Nian Jiaojiao, Xiao Cui Xian ran over.


    Nian Jiaojiao, usually seen in skirts, wore a q��j�� today, appearing slightly older but still innocent.


    Lady Wang smiled, "Shouldn��t you call her Aunt?"


    Nian Jiaojiao pouted, "I��m not that old! I want to be Big Sister."


    Everyone laughed.


    "Big Sister it is. But remember our agreement with Sister Cheng. If either of us has daughters, they��ll be sisters. So, you��ll need to call Cheng Aunt," Chi Ying teased.


    Nian Jiaojiao giggled, "So Cheng gets a free upgrade. Poor Xu Cheng loses a generation."


    Baili Zan laughed, "Cheng isn��t getting a free ride; Xu follows you down a generation, calling us Uncles."


    More laughter ensued. Xu Chen blushed, distracted by a servant��s whisper.


    Nian Jiaojiao didn��t notice his discomfort, insisting on equality in titles.


    Lord Zhong Yuanshan suddenly asked, "Your Majesty will ascend soon. Have you chosen the empress?"


    The room fell silent.


    Since Cui Yi took the palace, everyone assumed Chi Ying would be empress. Zhong��s question caught everyone off guard.


    Prince Jing, Cui Xiang, glared, "Brother, only Consort Changsun has borne you children. Naturally, she��s the empress."


    Cui Xiang feared Zhong promoting Zhong L��ping to empress. Pursuing her romantically, he couldn��t let her become a tool for Zhong��s ambitions.


    Cui Yi neither confirmed nor denied, "I have my plans. No need to worry, Uncle."


    Zhong Yuanshan respected the boundary, "As long as Your Majesty has decided."


    Cui Yi raised his cup, "Let��s drink."


    Soon after, Chi Ying excused herself to put Xiao Cui Hao to bed. Zhong L��ping received her signal and instructed her maid.


    Back at Yao Hua Palace, Cheng Fengyi had just arrived, staring at a parrot.


    "Sorry to keep you waiting," Chi Ying handed Xiao Cui Hao to the nursemaid.


    Cheng smiled faintly, assuming Chi Ying had gone to pay respects to the Empress Dowager.


    Chi Ying engaged in conversation, hoping to lift Cheng��s spirits.


    "It��s not what you think. You are now the empress, and although there aren''t many people in the palace, there are still plenty of things to attend to. How can I compare to you? I��m just an idle person, waiting a bit longer won��t hurt."


    Chiyong held her hand and sat down, letting out a soft sigh, "The emperor is certainly confirmed as the emperor, but I may not necessarily be the empress."


    Cheng Fengyi''s eyes widened in surprise, "What do you mean by that? The emperor only has you by his side. If you��re not the empress, then who will be?"


    Chiyong smiled faintly, the question from Zhong Yuanshan earlier had indeed made her suspicious, but tonight was not the time to discuss this.


    "Where is Shujin?" she asked.


    Cheng Fengyi''s gaze dimmed slightly, and she whispered softly, "She was playing in the yard before, but I found her too noisy, so I had the nanny take her to the imperial garden." She couldn��t help but add, "When they left, the nanny specially put on a fox fur coat for her. Although it��s windy at night, she shouldn��t catch a cold."


    Chiyong smiled helplessly, thinking that Zhong L��ping was right; Cheng Fengyi now treated little Shujin like a porcupine��holding her close would hurt, while putting her far away would make her worry. There was no perfect solution.


    "Bring her back to rest. She must be tired after playing all day," Chiyong said, stopping Xiaoqiu who was about to leave after setting down the teacup, "Xiaoqiu, go to the imperial garden and ask Nanny Zhang to bring Miss Zhai back to the side hall to rest. I want to talk with Sister Cheng for a while."


    Xiaoqiu accepted the order and left. Cheng Fengyi smiled bitterly, "She��s no longer Miss Zhai. The Zhai family despises me, and they look down on her as well. It doesn��t matter much to me, but it��s pitiful for my Jincheng. At such a young age, she lost her mother first, then her father, and cannot live a peaceful life."


    Chiyong reached across the table and held her hand tightly, "Sister, I have a question for you."


    Cheng Fengyi lowered her eyelids, "Go ahead."


    "Do you remember when I wanted to arrange a marriage for the prince? Back then, I went to your place, and you said that if Brother Zhai were to marry someone else, you wouldn��t give up easily. But why now, are you giving up without a fight?"


    Cheng Fengyi smiled silently, her eyes darkened, "Fight? How can I fight? I am a woman burdened with sin. Ever since Huerhana took me away by force, I knew my life was over. But I wasn��t willing to accept it, I fought because I had a glimmer of hope that one day I could return to Central China, and maybe Zicheng wouldn��t care that I had been defiled by another man��"


    Seeing her heartbroken expression, Chiyong felt a pang of pain and tightened her grip on her hand.


    "But I was too naive. How can there be a man who doesn��t care that his wife has been violated by another? Even if he truly doesn��t mind, those around him will point fingers and gossip. Who knows what might happen in the future?" Cheng Fengyi sighed, lowering her head, "Moreover��"


    Chiyong carefully probed, "What is it?"


    Cheng Fengyi took a deep breath, her eyes reddening and her voice choked with emotion, "In Changyao, that b*st*rd�� every day�� Though I was unwilling, I eventually became pregnant."


    "I didn��t want to bear such a cursed child, so I tried every means to abort it. To prevent any future problems, I deliberately angered the queen of that b*st*rd and drank a bowl of extremely cold medicine. For the rest of my life�� I probably won��t be able to have children again."


    Chiyong trembled in shock, "This��!"


    Cheng Fengyi smiled sadly, "If it were you, would you rather be rejected at the door immediately upon returning, or wait until later and see him surrounded by concubines and children?"


    Chiyong nodded silently, "I understand."


    Cheng Fengyi placed her other hand on top of hers, speaking warmly, "Chiyong, the emperor is a man of great affection and loyalty, such men are rare in this world. You must cherish him. Even if he can��t make you the empress due to pressure, remember that as long as he loves and respects you, you still have a chance. After all, you��ve been with him through thick and thin, and you are the biological mother of the crown prince. No one can compete with you. Bear with it for now, everything will be better in the future."


    Chiyong felt a mixture of emotions as Cheng Fengyi spoke. Although she had already prepared herself to tolerate him having multiple concubines, witnessing Cheng Fengyi��s tragic fate made her question��Is it really good to watch the man you love have many concubines? Perhaps it would be better to retreat and never meet again?

 Uncle Yang

    Xiaoqiu followed Chiyong��s orders to find Nanny Zhang in the imperial garden, but instead of bringing them back to Yaohua Palace, she took Shujin to Lan Yue Terrace.


    Outside Lan Yue Terrace, the maidservant sent by Zhong L��ping had been waiting. Upon seeing them approach, she turned inside to report.


    Zhong L��ping received the message and used the excuse of needing fresh air to leave early. Emperor Cui Yi knew the timing was right and said, "It��s getting late, everyone should go back to rest."


    Everyone rose to leave, but before they dispersed, Cui Yi added, "Gong Qi, stay behind." Yang Qiong didn��t understand but responded with a nod. After everyone left, he stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty kept me here, is there something more you wish to say?"


    Cui Yi got straight to the point, "What are your plans for the future?"


    Yang Qiong remained silent. Cui Yi continued, "Originally, I hadn��t planned to send you on the western expedition to quell the remnants of the former dynasty. You volunteered, perhaps planning to never return to the capital or hoping to die in battle and end it all?"


    "Your Majesty," Yang Qiong��s voice was bitter, "Your Majesty sees clearly, I beg Your Majesty to grant my wish."


    Cui Yi sighed, "Gong Qi, I always thought you were a loyal and righteous man. But loyalty and righteousness are not the entirety of life. While a gentle woman can be a hero��s downfall, without her, a hero buried in the desert is even more tragic. You bind yourself too tightly, always cautious, fearing mistakes that would tarnish your ancestors�� names."


    "But have you considered that ancestors are dead? The best thing about the dead is they won��t jump out of their graves to scold you when you make mistakes."


    Yang Qiong: "��" His lips twitched, unable to help asking, "That last part wasn��t taught by Her Majesty, was it?"


    Cui Yi glared, "Yang Gongqi!"


    Yang Qiong quickly bowed his head, "I overstepped, please forgive me, Your Majesty."


    Cui Yi exhaled, "Sometimes I think Bai Li Wenyu isn��t a decent person, saying things that provoke anger and death, yet he��s often right. I have to admit, though his words are hard to swallow, they��re correct. I have to follow his advice. In this aspect, you should learn from him. A great man does what he must and avoids what he shouldn��t. Some seemingly unconventional actions may not be bad. Sometimes, unexpected turns lead to beautiful stories. Like when I rebelled, you opposed it, but in the end, I became emperor, and you became a meritorious official, leaving your name in history. This shows that right and wrong in the world are not absolute."


    Yang Qiong drew a sharp breath, feeling a surge of emotion.


    "Bad deeds done well can turn into good ones. I��m the best example."


    Cui Yi waved his hand, "That��s all I wanted to say. Go back now. If you can��t sleep during this long winter night, think about what I said."


    Yang Qiong felt a wave of sorrow, clasped his fists, bowed deeply, and turned to leave.


    A small eunuch waited at the door, leading him away. Near Lan Yue Terrace was Tingshangfang, where a clear stream flowed, and red plum blossoms dotted the banks, adding beauty to the winter scene.


    In the plum grove, Zhong L��ping held Shujin, admiring the plum blossoms. Since returning from Gongshe County, Zhong L��ping visited Cheng Fengyi��s home daily to care for her and Shujin. Shujin, being young and innocent, naturally grew fond of Zhong L��ping, even more than her own mother.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Look, how beautiful the plum blossoms are." Zhong L��ping shook a branch in front of Shujin, who laughed happily and reached out to grab it.


    Yang Qiong passed by Tingshangfang with the eunuch and saw them playing among the plum blossoms. He couldn��t help but stop.


    He hadn��t seen Shujin before, but the child Zhong L��ping held must be Cheng Fengyi��s daughter. Driven by some inexplicable emotion, he walked into the plum grove to see Cheng Fengyi��s and Zhai Rang��s daughter.


    Zhong L��ping heard footsteps and pretended casually, "Let��s go see over there," turning around a blooming plum tree, facing Yang Qiong.


    "Why are you here, General Yang?" Zhong L��ping asked with a smile.


    Yang Qiong didn��t answer, only looking at the child in her arms. Zhong L��ping explained, "This is Cheng Fengyi��s daughter, Shujin. Shujin, say hello to Uncle Yang."


    Shujin, wrapped in an orange fox fur coat, holding a plum branch, said softly, "Uncle Yang."


    Yang Qiong couldn��t help smiling and gently touched her face.


    Zhong L��ping continued, "Shujin, my hands are tired. Can Uncle Yang hold you for a while?"


    Shujin blinked, hesitated, then nodded. Zhong L��ping handed her over.


    Yang Qiong hurriedly waved his hands, "I��ve never held a child before��"


    "Nobody is born knowing how to hold a child," Zhong L��ping chuckled, "General Yang, please watch her for a moment. I��ll be back soon."


    Reluctantly, Yang Qiong held Shujin. The three-year-old girl��s body was soft and light. Afraid of making her uncomfortable, he stood still. Shujin, however, seemed content, sitting on his arm, offering the plum branch, "For uncle."


    "Thank you," Yang Qiong took it, stroking her head tenderly.


    Zhong L��ping giggled inwardly, "I��ll get you some red date honey cakes. Play with Uncle Yang for a bit."


    Shujin nodded, "Okay."


    Zhong L��ping completed her task and happily left.


    The eunuch also disappeared, leaving Yang Qiong and Shujin alone under the plum trees.


    Yang Qiong had never taken care of a child and didn��t know what to say or do, standing stiffly. Shujin, noticing something interesting, tugged his collar, "Uncle, let��s go there."


    Several lotus lanterns floated upstream, short candles flickering in the water, adding warmth to the quiet, cold winter night.


    No doubt, this was arranged by Chiyong beforehand.


    "Alright, let��s go see," Yang Qiong, relieved to have something to do, carried Shujin upstream.


    The floating lanterns emitted pink light, captivating Shujin. "So beautiful!"


    Yang Qiong plucked some plum petals and scattered them in the wind, decorating the lanterns. Shujin cheered, "Me too! Me too!" Yang Qiong lifted her high, letting her pick petals.


    At that moment, Chiyong and Cheng Fengyi strolled through the imperial garden.


    "Sister, you should come out more often��"


    Cheng Fengyi remained listless, walking slowly along the stone path. Chiyong subtly led her to the water��s edge, feigning surprise, "Oh, who made these lotus lanterns?"


    Several lanterns drifted by, Cheng Fengyi looked upstream, "They seem to be coming from there."


    Following the current, they entered the plum grove. Cheng Fengyi admired the vibrant plum blossoms, "These plum blossoms are beautiful." Chiyong agreed, "There��s such a beautiful spot in the palace, I didn��t know."


    Suddenly, laughter and a man��s voice came from ahead. Cheng Fengyi walked forward curiously, pushing aside the plum branches, and froze at the sight before her.


    Shujin, clutching handfuls of petals, laughed joyfully, throwing them into the flowing lanterns. Yang Qiong, rarely smiling, held Shujin, lifting her to reach higher branches, playing intimately like a father with his young daughter.


    They ran around the plum grove, playing hide-and-seek. Shujin fell several times but laughed and screamed happily. Yang Qiong chased her, pretending to almost catch her each time. They played joyfully, unaware of anyone watching.


    Cheng Fengyi stood silently, tears welling up unnoticed.


    "Sister��" Chiyong approached, but Cheng Fengyi gestured for silence.


    Tired from running, Shujin was finally caught by Yang Qiong, laughing and crying. He lifted her high, letting her ride on his shoulders.


    Chiyong embraced her shoulder, whispering, "Look, Shujin and General Yang are having fun. You shouldn��t avoid her anymore. She��s your flesh and blood, separated for too long, which caused the estrangement. Spend more time with her, and she��ll grow closer to you."


    "Pick some nice plum blossoms for your mother��" Yang Qiong��s voice faded as they disappeared into the plum grove.


    Cheng Fengyi nodded tearfully, "Okay."


    Back at Yaohua Palace, Shujin returned with the nanny, holding plum branches. Under the nanny��s urging, she hesitantly entered.


    Chiyong greeted her warmly, "Shujin, you��re back? What��s in your hands?"


    Shujin shyly approached, looked at Chiyong, then stood in front of Cheng Fengyi, offering the branches, "Mother��"


    Cheng Fengyi slowly squatted, her eyes filled with complex emotions, gazing at her young daughter. Shujin stuttered, "Uncle Yang�� told me to pick flowers�� for Mother��"


    Cheng Fengyi smiled faintly, gently touching her cheek, "Do you like Uncle Yang?"


    Shujin nodded eagerly, "Yes."


    "Do you want Uncle Yang to play with you more?"


    Shujin beamed, "Yes! Yes!" But her smile quickly faded, "Daddy used to play with me, and Grandpa too�� Mother, did Daddy die?"


    Cheng Fengyi was startled, "Shujin, don��t say that. Your daddy is fine, why would he die?"


    "But Daddy doesn��t play with me anymore, nor does he visit," Shujin��s eyes welled up, "Grandpa didn��t play with me either, then he disappeared. Daddy said Grandpa died, so he won��t come back��"


    Cheng Fengyi felt overwhelming sadness. Chiyong softly said, "Last February, when I returned, I heard Cheng Laoye was ill. I had medicine prepared according to your old prescription, hoping he��d recover, but he passed away for us��"


    Shujin wiped Cheng Fengyi��s tears, "Mother�� don��t be sad��"


    Cheng Fengyi smiled through tears, "I��m not sad. I have Shujin. These plum blossoms are beautiful. Let��s take them home and put them in vases, okay?"


    Shujin nodded, leaning into her embrace, hugging her neck, comforting her silently.

 disastrous

    On November 15th, Cui Yi ascended the throne, establishing the reign title Chengguang.


    After completing the series of complex ceremonies for worshiping heaven and ancestors, the emperor returned to the palace and announced the initial visitation in the Wan Sheng Palace.


    Ministers knelt on the ground, Du Zhongquan read the imperial edict aloud, posthumously honoring Cui Yi��s birth mother, Empress Dowager Zhong Ling as Empress Dowager Dezhao Ling, and Lady Qing Tai as Noble Consort Qing He. The eldest son, Cui Hao, was named Crown Prince, and the eldest daughter, Cui Xian, was titled Princess Changning.


    Restoring the seventh brother, Jing Wang��s title, his confiscated property was returned. His wife, Rong Shi, remarried without a divorce decree, stripping her of her third-rank title, reducing her to commoner status, and punishing her parents and brothers. The Rong family was banned from government service forever.


    Zhong Yuan Shan and his son were rewarded for their support, Zhong Yuan Shan was granted the title of Jiangzhou Hou, inheriting the rank of First Class Duke, his second son was made a viscount, and his daughter Zhong L��ping was bestowed the title of Yanhe Princess.


    Officials like Bai Li Zan and Wu Jiang Cao Qian, who had supported King Wu, received various degrees of rewards. Even the deceased Cheng Hu was posthumously honored as Wenxin Hou for ��protecting the emperor,�� and his daughter Cheng Fengyi, who had been sent as a princess to marry for peace, was awarded the title of Yuanhui Princess, given gold, silver, jewels, land, and mansions.


    Everything up to this point was uncontested, but when Du Zhongquan finished reading the edict and Cui Yi stood up to speak, the entire scene erupted.


    Cui Yi asked, "If I insist on making Lady Changsun the empress, what will you do?"


    Over a hundred ministers, except for Bai Li Zan and others, almost unanimously cried out, "We implore Your Majesty to reconsider!"


    Cui Yi rolled his eyes.


    The Minister of the Secretariat rose, holding his board high, declaring, "Your Majesty, you are the true Son of Heaven, born of Empress Dowager Dezhao Ling, the legitimate eldest son of Emperor Jingzong. Today, ascending the throne, we admire your glory and share your grace. However, Lady Changsun is the daughter of the traitor Changsun Tai. Though you two shared hardships and deep affection, Changsun Tai conspired with the previous emperor to harm royal heirs and deceive the monarch, committing grave crimes. If you make his daughter the empress, you would essentially pardon him, setting a precedent that could encourage future treachery, endangering the nation��s stability."


    As soon as he finished, the kneeling ministers shouted in unison, "Please reconsider, Your Majesty!" as if rehearsed.


    Cui Yi remained silent for a long time. Cao Qian couldn��t help but whisper to Bai Li Zan, "Sir, why isn��t the emperor responding?"


    Bai Li Zan, suppressing laughter, replied, "The emperor probably didn��t fully understand�� but it��s fine, I��ve written what he needs to say and made sure he memorized it."


    Whether Cui Yi understood completely or not, he grasped the core meaning.


    "So, Minister Zhao��s suggestion is that if I make Lady Changsun the empress, you will lead a rebellion, is that right?" Cui Yi asked slowly.


    Minister Zhao was shocked, bowing low, "Your Majesty, I dare not!"


    Cui Yi sneered, "Dare not? What haven��t you scholars dared to do? When the former emperor was still the crown prince��


    At that time, if it were not for your collusion with him to deceive our father, how could I have been so easily exiled to Yan Province? Even last year when I clashed with the late emperor in Xuanzhou, you still aided and abetted him, using your literary talents to write declarations against me! After the change of dynasty, you all rushed to criticize and condemn the late emperor. You are like reeds in the wind, swaying whichever way the wind blows, caring only about your high offices and salaries. Have any of you truly contributed to the prosperity of the Great Chu?


    His voice was extremely loud, filled with erupting anger, echoing outwards for dozens of feet, reverberating over the Golden Hall.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    The ministers lay prostrate on the ground in fear: "We deserve ten thousand deaths!"


    "As for the Changsun family, she did not abandon me during my hardships. The land of Yan is harsh and cold, yet she led twenty thousand soldiers of Yanzhou in production, farming, and recuperation. It is because of her efforts that I now wear the dragon robe and ascend to the throne!"


    Cui Yi coldly glanced at the group kneeling before him, lowering his voice: "When I first entered the capital, Changsun advised me to be lenient and magnanimous towards you, to use only the virtuous. But what about you?! You pressed relentlessly, unyielding! You are all men of stature, shouldering great responsibilities of the court and the safety of the state. You should have broad minds, capable of accommodating others, but instead, you are petty and narrow-minded!"


    Officials like Minister Zhao were drenched in sweat, too ashamed to lift their heads.


    "Even someone as stubborn and unfeeling as you, I can forgive and utilize according to your abilities. As my first meritorious official upon ascension and my wife, why can''t Changsun become the empress?"


    At this moment, one person at the front of the hall looked up, clasped his hands, and said: "Your Majesty, Changsun was originally not your principal wife but a concubine. Since she is a concubine, it is unreasonable for her to be honored as the Empress. If Your Majesty wishes to make Changsun the Empress, where would this place Wangfei Xie?"


    Cui Yi instantly became furious: "How dare you!"


    The man raised his head, speaking without fear or deference: "I am the chief censor, authorized to discuss even the personal affairs of the emperor and to criticize officials who fail in their duties. Standing firm and acting righteously, I fear nothing. If Your Majesty wishes to punish me, my death is insignificant, but future generations may remember Your Majesty as obstinate and unwilling to listen, which would be regrettable."


    Cui Yi was so angry his eyes seemed to smoke, yet he couldn''t order this man to be dragged out and executed. Otherwise, this newly enthroned enlightened emperor executing a censor would become a handle for Cui Jie''s comeback, which would be a significant loss.


    Fortunately, another official spoke up: "Although Xie is the principal wife, the Xie family supported the late emperor and had no heirs. After Xie''s death, Changsun took on the responsibilities of the principal wife, though without the title, she held the actual authority."


    Unexpectedly, the censor immediately countered: "Since Xie died early and Your Majesty favored Changsun, why didn''t you make Changsun the principal wife then?"


    This left the official speechless. Indeed, if the principal wife died early and there was a well-behaved concubine available, it was reasonable to elevate her, but Cui Yi hadn''t done so. Now pointed out by the censor, no one could defend him.


    Cui Yi, with bulging eyes, struggled to speak. He admitted this was indeed his neglect. After Xie Yuchan''s death, the Wangfu household was managed solely by Chengying, though she held the status of a concubine, everyone treated her as the lady of the house, showing her respect. Chengying seemed indifferent to titles and never mentioned it...


    Well, such matters shouldn''t be brought up by women. Cui Yi wanted to slap himself.


    A dead silence fell over the Golden Hall. Cui Yi felt like strangling everyone below, and even himself. He dreaded the thought of news from the hall reaching Yao Hua Palace and being heard by Chengying, who might misunderstand that he never intended to make her the principal wife or empress, which would be disastrous!


    Regarding who should be made empress, Cui Yi initially hadn''t anticipated such difficulties. In his single-minded mind, he assumed no one would oppose making Chengying the empress. Only Bai Li Zan foresaw this and suggested testing the court''s opinion first. Sure enough, everyone unanimously disagreed, citing various reasons, but ultimately it boiled down to "Changsun Chengying being the daughter of a criminal minister, thus unsuitable to be empress."


    Cui Yi insisted, while ministers vehemently advised against it. This tug-of-war lasted two months, even leading to Chengying witnessing several ministers waiting outside the imperial study to remonstrate. Like all men, Cui Yi didn''t want Chengying troubled by such trivial matters and wanted to secretly resolve the issue by directly making her empress. However, even on the day of his coronation, ministers still refused, infuriating him.


    "Your Majesty, I have an idea," Bai Li Zan finally intervened when he saw Cui Yi''s face turning purple, seemingly on the verge of fainting.


    Cui Yi took a deep breath and commanded: "Speak."


    Bai Li Zan clasped his hands: "Fellow officials believe Changsun is unsuitable to be empress because the empress must set an example for the empire and come from a pure background. Both the Changsun and Xie families supported the late emperor, so neither should be made empress. However, Your Majesty is benevolent and kind, extending blessings to all. How could you blame a wife or concubine for the faults of their fathers or brothers?"


    Cui Yi grew impatient, grinding his molars: "What exactly are you suggesting?"


    "I propose that since Xie showed genuine affection for Your Majesty in life, posthumously confer her the title of empress. Then make Changsun the Imperial Noble Consort, granting her authority over the harem, overseeing the six palaces. This shows Your Majesty''s magnanimity and remembrance of past affections, avoiding the dilemma of the empress''s questionable background while giving Changsun the highest position in the harem, unmatched in honor. She would effectively be the empress without the formal title, just as she was in the Wangfu."


    After Bai Li Zan finished, he bowed deeply. During his speech, the kneeling officials murmured in approval, but no one could refute his proposal after he finished.


    Indeed, Bai Li Zan''s suggestion was the most suitable arrangement under current circumstances. If they disregarded Chengying''s father''s crimes, they must also pardon Xie Yuchan. Posthumously conferring Xie as empress and leaving the empress position vacant while having Changsun act as empress avoided the awkwardness of an impure background and granted Chengying the highest status in the harem, unparalleled in favor.


    Cui Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly cursing Bai Li Zan a thousand times for not speaking earlier.


    "Do any of you have objections?"


    "We dare not."


    Cui Yi nodded satisfactorily, returning to his throne: "Proceed as the Shaoshi suggests."


    Two hours later.


    "I was supposed to be the empress anyway, it doesn''t matter. I knew this would happen." Upon hearing Cui Yi''s hesitant retelling, Chengying responded with surprising detachment.


    Cui Yi still felt guilty, holding her hand earnestly: "For now, you are wronged, but I will find a way to make you the rightful empress in the future."


    Chengying smiled gently: "Wronged? If anything, I''ve been wronged for four or five years already. Does a little more matter? As long as I don''t feel wronged, no one can make me feel so. The censors are right; regardless of how we distance ourselves, my father remains my father, a key supporter of the late emperor. Your Majesty shouldn''t lose the people''s support for my sake. Being the Imperial Noble Consort is fine."


    Cui Yi pondered and added: "Or I could abdicate and let Hao''er take over. That way, you''d be the Empress Dowager."


    Chengying laughed helplessly, stuffing a winter jujube into his mouth: "Stop talking nonsense. Hao''er isn''t even a year old, unable to stand. What emperor would he be? Use your time to be a good emperor instead of running to me whenever you have free time. Otherwise, the censors will think you''re not diligent and blame me."


    Cui Yi suddenly felt disenchanted, sighing: "Being an emperor is less enjoyable than before. Sigh!"

 doubt

    With the new emperor ascending the throne, everything was renewed. Before the end of the first lunar month, apricot and peach blossoms bloomed in Zichang City, symbolizing a vibrant future unfolding slowly.


    In the second year of Chengguang, General Dai Ping led fifty thousand troops to Qin Province to fight against Cui Jie. Yang Qiong served as deputy commander, and Cheng Fengyi held Xiao Shujin in her arms, seeing them off outside the city.


    On the drill ground, Dai Ping loudly recited the oath-taking words, sacrificing pigs to consecrate the banners. Soldiers of the western camp ran to gather outside the city walls under the command of their officers. No one noticed the tender farewell taking place in the pavilion by the moat.


    "Take care of yourself while away. Qin Province is warmer than the capital, but don''t rush to remove your winter clothes. Be cautious of miasma in the forests. If you feel unwell, don''t force yourself. Without me by your side, take care of your health and don''t be reckless," Cheng Fengyi earnestly instructed, and Yang Qiong nodded smilingly in agreement.


    Xiao Shujin clutched her braid, saying wistfully: "Uncle Yang, come back soon."


    Yang Qiong kissed her cheek: "Be good and stay with your mother. Uncle will return soon."


    The assembly horn blew, and Yang Qiong whispered: "I must go."


    Cheng Fengyi said: "Wait!" She stepped out of the pavilion, plucked a green branch from a willow tree by the riverbank, placed it in a small brocade pouch, tied it securely, and handed it to him.


    "Go."


    Yang Qiong received the pouch, carefully stowing it away, took a few steps back, and turned resolutely to run.


    Xiao Shujin pouted: "Mother, when will Uncle Yang come back?"


    "He''ll return soon. Eat and sleep well, otherwise, Uncle won''t like you," Cheng Fengyi murmured, watching the tall figure gradually disappear.


    Willow branches, fragrant in spring, are sadly used to bid farewell every year. One leaf blown by the wind signals autumn''s arrival; even if you come, how could it be worth picking?


    Just as Yang Qiong left, shocking news arrived from Yan Province.


    Shan Jian had died.


    Upon hearing this, Cui Yi nearly swallowed a chicken bone whole, spitting out rice in shock, disregarding his imperial dignity: "Dead? How could he die? How did he die?"


    Chengying hurriedly calmed the children and asked the messenger to explain.


    The messenger, sweating profusely, presented an envelope: "This... is Shan''s... suicide note..."This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Cui Yi snatched it, tore it open, and read quickly. The messenger wiped his brow and gasped: "People in Yan Province said that the day before Shan killed himself, there were no signs. He finished his work, went out drinking and listening to opera, returning drunk near midnight. His servant put him to bed and went to sleep. No one expected to find him dead the next morning."


    "Did he commit suicide?" Chengying asked doubtfully.


    The messenger nodded: "I reported only what I heard, Your Majesty, Empress."


    Chengying found it hard to believe. With Cui Jie still alive and Shan''s revenge unfulfilled, why would he kill himself? It made no sense!


    But Cui Yi quickly scanned the suicide note, remaining silent for a moment before dismissing the messenger: "I understand. You may leave and receive your reward."


    After the messenger left, Chengying asked: "Why did Shan commit suicide? What did he write in the note?"


    "See for yourself," Cui Yi handed her the letter, losing his appetite, resting his forehead in his hands.


    Chengying unfolded the paper carefully and saw only a short seven-character poem:


    My heart is like the moon, yours like water,


    Several spring breezes enter my dreams.


    Awake, I see only Jiangnan gone,


    No longer cutting clear light through the window lattice.


    Chengying gasped: "This��is a love poem?"


    Cui Yi cupped his hands over his mouth, muffled: "Correct, but not written for the third prince."


    "For whom then? Did he have someone else he liked?" Chengying wondered, "Why haven''t you mentioned this before? Who is it?"


    Cui Yi looked at her: "Who do you think?"


    It was difficult to guess. Chengying scrutinized the twenty-eight characters, searching her memories for clues related to Shan Jian. After much deliberation, she remained puzzled: "Do I know this person? Not the third prince, then who? Bai Li Zan? Unlikely, they always maintained a respectful distance. There were no signs before. Could it be someone else?"


    Shan compared himself to the moon and the other person to water, indicating unrequited love. The final lines suggested the person had left, causing him to despair and decide to end his life. On the surface, it seemed straightforward, but her intuition told her there was more hidden between the lines.


    Chengying stared at the note, lost in thought. Cui Yi rinsed his mouth and said: "Actually, last year in Xuanzhou, I sensed something was off about Shan. Different from before, but I didn''t expect the person who helped him overcome his grief for the third prince''s death would be..."


    "I can''t guess," Chengying admitted, feeling overwhelmed. From Shan''s departure from Yan to his deception in Xuanzhou, she hadn''t seen him since, lacking sufficient information to speculate.


    Cui Yi tapped the character ''Nan'': "If you rule out Wen Yu due to lack of contact, the answer becomes clear."


    Chengying understood. Shan had fallen in love with someone who had been close but could never be together. Someone who feared entanglement and feigned ignorance. Someone who left and never returned.


    Awake, I see only Jiangnan gone, no longer cutting clear light through the window lattice. After the person left, Shan drowned his sorrows in alcohol, finding solace only in dreams. Despite knowing it wasn''t real, he cherished those fleeting moments, unwilling to face reality.


    Even the usually ruthless Shan sent a kind letter hoping to unite Yang Qiong and Cheng Fengyi, perhaps wishing for his own feelings to be reciprocated.


    Yet, he was disappointed. Once loving Cui Huan, who died, and now falling for another, the price was his own life.


    A strategist renowned for his cunning and decisive actions, Shan Fu ended up trapped by unrequited love, ending his life in despair. Chengying felt an indescribable sorrow, gazing at the moonlight filtering through the carved windows, more desolate than ever, like a departing lover''s fleeting silhouette fading into the night.


    The next morning in court, Cui Yi announced Shan''s death, concealing the suicide and claiming sudden illness. He decided to bury Shan alongside Cui Huan, despite opposition from conservative ministers. Eventually, they compromised.


    After court, Chengying waited outside Ming Tang Hall. Among the exiting officials, she called out to Xu Cheng, who appeared distracted.


    Xu Cheng snapped to attention, recognizing her, and came forward to pay respects: "May I offer greetings to Her Highness the Imperial Noble Consort."


    Chengying waved for Xiao Qiu to step back, saying: "General Xu, I have a small question troubling me. Can you help?"


    Xu Cheng''s face paled, beads of sweat forming: "I... am willing to relieve Her Highness''s concerns."


    Chengying nodded slowly: "Do you know?"


    Her question was subtle, confusing to others, but Xu Cheng understood: "Yes... I always knew."


    Chengying remained silent, and Xu Cheng continued painfully: "Forgive me, Your Highness, I truly cannot..."


    "I know, I only seek an answer, not punishment," Chengying said lightly, "Love or not, neither is a fault. What sin does General Xu bear?"


    "That night, you seemed distracted. Was it because of this?"


    Xu Cheng could no longer hide: "Before I left, I said not to look for me anymore, but he wrote a letter saying if I didn''t return by spring, he would..."


    Chengying sighed: "It was his choice. Don''t blame yourself. Yesterday, Your Majesty and I chose a suitable date for his burial. Let''s all go to send him off. Jiaojiao is too young, so she''ll stay in the palace with Xian''er. You can pick her up afterward."


    Xu Cheng nodded silently, and Chengying gazed at the blue-tiled roof of Ming Tang Hall, feeling an overwhelming fatigue.

 discomfort

    Almost simultaneously with the western expedition''s launch, Cui Jie in Qin Province issued an imperial edict denouncing Cui Yi, calling upon loyal subjects to rise against him.


    Chengying found it strange. At this point, whose imperial edict carried weight? He should have issued it immediately after fleeing the capital to rally support. Now, with Cui Yi already on the throne for half a year, who would heed the call of the "former emperor"?


    Of course, there were others besides Chengying who had this question. In fact, all the officials in the court were puzzled, but only Changsun Tai knew the reason. It turned out that when Cui Jie fled, he was so anxious that he didn''t even take the Empress or the Empress Dowager with him. Upon learning this, Lady Rong flew into a rage and wanted to gather valuable items from the palace to catch up with him, but it was already too late. Cui Yi and Zhong Yuanshan had already sealed off the nine gates of the capital, leaving the Rong family trapped like rats in a hole.


    As the Empress Dowager''s family, the Rongs naturally had some power, but with the emperor fleeing, and the Empress Dowager having no authority to command, the male members of the family fought bravely until they finally surrendered dejectedly. Lady Rong was then placed under house arrest in the Yanshou Palace, attended by only one personal maid, receiving the lowest monthly stipend given to a cai-nu, and no one was allowed to visit her.


    Qin Zhoumu Bao Yide''s ex-wife was from the Rong family, and he would only show respect to them. Cui Jie, a fleeing emperor with only 20,000 troops, lacking food and clothing, was not someone Bao Yide would take seriously. Thus, when Cui Jie arrived exhausted at the gates of Qinzhou, he received his first closed door.


    Bao Yide demanded that Cui Jie hand over his 20,000 imperial guards, disband them, and incorporate them into the Qinzhou army before allowing him to enter the city. Cui Jie was so furious that he couldn''t believe that a fallen phoenix was treated worse than a chicken, being bullied by a mere prefect.


    But the soldiers had been traveling for days, their meager food supplies long gone. Except for him, the "emperor," everyone else had already started buying food from villages along the way with their own money. If he couldn''t find a place to settle, these last loyal followers might leave because they saw no future, leaving him truly powerless.


    In this helpless situation, Cui Jie gritted his teeth and agreed to Bao Yide''s demands, and more than 20,000 people finally had a temporary place to rest. It was late August, and the people of Qinzhou were busy harvesting rice. Cui Jie proposed several times to counterattack the capital, but Bao Yide refused each time on the grounds of insufficient food.


    By now, Cui Jie was a true figurehead. The Empress Dowager, who once supported him, was left behind in the palace. The Changsun family was abandoned halfway when food ran out. Most other ministers were controlled before they could escape, and the only one who followed him to Qinzhou was Guo Mao.


    On the day the capital fell, Guo Mao happened to be paying respects in the palace and thus went with them. He knew that unlike Shan Jian, even if he surrendered to Cui Yi, he wouldn''t be valued, so he had no choice but to follow Cui Jie. Although they had a year-long cold war, he still tried his best to offer advice along the way.


    However, Cui Jie, who had already lost all semblance of humanity, abandoning wife and children, even his mother, wasn''t interested in pretense anymore. With the enemy in hot pursuit, everyone was living in constant fear, and Cui Jie''s temper grew increasingly irascible, refusing to listen to any advice.


    On the way west, Guo Mao suggested using the rugged terrain of Fengzhou to ambush and strike back. With 20,000 troops and his status as emperor, a single victory could rally more support. But this suggestion was rejected. Cui Jie believed these were his last fighting forces and mustn''t suffer any losses. Though Fengzhou''s terrain was complex, who could guarantee victory against Dai Zhibei? Ultimately, it was cowardice.


    When they reached Qinzhou and the army was confiscated, Bao Yide delayed action. Guo Mao then suggested granting Bao Yide at least a third-rank official position. Qinzhou was rich in grain and resources, and Bao Yide was waiting for the emperor''s promise. If Cui Jie offered satisfactory terms, Bao Yide would gladly become a meritorious official. But this suggestion was also rejected, and Cui Jie didn''t even bother to explain, simply throwing a book at him and expelling him.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    Guo Mao sighed to the heavens, knowing his lord had gone mad. Still clinging to his high imperial status despite his downfall, he was surely doomed. So, he stopped seeking him out.


    Cui Jie, proud and arrogant, unaccustomed to setbacks, was almost twisted by such a massive blow. After six months of arguing with Bao Yide, Bao finally lost patience. After the spring harvest, he sent a declaration of war to the capital and prepared for battle.


    Upon receiving this clumsy manifesto, Cui Yi and Chengying in the capital treated it as daily amusement, mocking it before burning it.


    The Qinzhou army clashed with Dai Ping and Yang Qiong''s western expeditionary force in Fengzhou. Both sides suffered losses, but the Qinzhou troops, unused to warfare due to the secluded terrain, were far less capable. Within two months, they were defeated, and Bao Yide was captured. Dai Ping reorganized the Qinzhou prisoners and ordered Yang Qiong to lead ten thousand men into Qinzhou to capture Cui Jie.


    This time, Cui Jie panicked and rushed to seek Guo Mao''s advice. Guo Mao, knowing the situation was hopeless, initially said he couldn''t help. But when Cui Jie knelt down desperately, Guo reluctantly gave a suggestion.


    "Back then, King Wu, starting as a vassal prince exiled to Yanzhou, managed to regroup and fight his way back to central China. If Your Majesty can humble yourself, willing to endure hardships and bide your time, you could head north to Liangzhou, mobilize the Liangzhou army, and challenge King Wu to a final showdown."


    Kneeling before him, Cui Jie urgently asked, "How likely is this plan to succeed?"


    Guo Mao sighed repeatedly, "When Your Majesty dispatched the Liangzhou army to Maquan Pass, General Han failed to kill Huerhana and, to make amends, attacked Yanzhou with Bai Yingchun. Despite their efforts, they were defeated by Changsun Chengying, and the Liangzhou army scattered. How many troops remain is uncertain."


    Cui Jie clutched his clothes, pleading loudly, "Sir! Please think of a way to save me! Once I reclaim the throne, I will appoint you as chancellor, second only to the emperor, with endless glory for your descendants!"


    Guo Mao knew that with Cui Jie''s personality, today''s humiliation would be avenged later. But since he chose to serve him, he had to try his best.


    "Your Majesty, please rise. This requires careful planning," Guo Mao helped him up, "King Wu took three years to return from Yanzhou, understanding the danger of nurturing a tiger. You must hurry north to occupy Liangzhou before the western expeditionary forces besiege the city or block the northern route."


    Cui Jie realized the urgency and hurriedly thanked him, packing up to leave. Guo Mao looked at his dilapidated hut, lamenting his poor choice, packed some essentials, and waited by the city gate.


    With the 20,000 imperial guards taken by Bao Yide, Cui Jie had less than 200 guards. They traveled through mountain paths, avoiding villages, surviving on roots and bark. Cui Jie, pampered all his life, fell ill after drinking raw water for days, unable to ride a horse and needing to be carried on a stretcher.


    When Yang Qiong reached Qinzhou, it was deserted. Interrogating Bao Yide yielded no information about Cui Jie''s whereabouts. Reluctantly, they withdrew to the capital.


    Not capturing Cui Jie annoyed Cui Yi, but he couldn''t blame Dai Ping and Yang Qiong. He rewarded them and reassigned new officials to manage Qinzhou while ordering strict surveillance to find Cui Jie.


    A month passed with no trace of Cui Jie. Where could he have gone? With 20,000 guards lost and only 200 left according to Bao Yide, where could he flee?


    An unseen threat was more dangerous. Until Cui Jie was found, Cui Yi remained uneasy.


    "Maybe my father knows," Chengying said while helping him dress, "North of Qinzhou is Liangzhou, south is Yizhou. Liangzhou is vast with hunting grounds, though harsh, uniting with western states could allow a return to central China. Yizhou, with its dense forests and isolated terrain, is ideal for hiding. It depends on who advises him. Their character and influence determine his path."


    Cui Yi yawned, having slept poorly again. Holding a ginseng tea, he rubbed his eyes, "Ask him. Six months ago, I confined him under the guise of illness. If he cooperates, I''ll let him live with his family outside the capital. If he remains stubborn..."


    Chengying adjusted his crown, smiling, "Father is probably too proud to yield. He might think you''ve forgiven him."


    Cui Yi snorted, "If not for raising you for sixteen years, I''d have him executed." Then, he hurried to court.


    After he left, Chengying sat pondering. Xiaqiu worriedly asked, "Majesty, are you unwell? Shall I summon a doctor?"


    Chengying declined but reconsidered, "Summon the doctor who treated my father."


    Changsun Tai had fainted in prison and was then confined in the palace under the pretense of illness, forbidden visitors. This was Bai Lianzan''s idea, avoiding immediate execution or release. A doctor visited periodically, though Chengying hadn''t inquired about the specific doctor.


    The doctor arrived quickly. Chengying lazily leaned on the couch, finding the voice familiar but couldn''t recall where she heard it. "Raise your head."


    Seeing his face, she recognized him��Zhong Wei, her sister''s husband in the previous life. Also, the doctor who examined her in Yanshou Palace, whom she hadn''t noticed due to exhaustion.


    "Zhong Shuji, you''re still working in the Imperial Medical Institute?" Chengying addressed him directly, "Aren''t you afraid the emperor will execute you?"


    Zhong Wei, 23, looked older than his age, worn out from stress. Chengying observed him closely, asking, "How is my father?"


    Zhong Wei bowed respectfully, "Lord Changsun is well, though confinement has made him irritable. I''ve prescribed calming remedies, and he''s currently stable."


    Chengying nodded, extending her right hand. Zhong Wei immediately placed a cushion and began examining her pulse.


    "Do you feel discomfort anywhere?"


    Chengying casually mentioned feeling lazy, sleepy, and without appetite, vomiting even plain porridge. She watched him intently, "What do you think, Sir?"


    Xiaoqiu added, "Indeed, she used to love fatty foods, now preferring simple dishes. What��s wrong, Doctor?"


    Zhong Wei carefully examined her pulse multiple times, concluding, "Your body shows no abnormalities. Perhaps recent dietary changes caused the symptoms. I''ll prescribe a stomach-soothing remedy."

 burial

    Chengying dismissed him, "Very well, you may leave."


    Once gone, Xiaoqiu asked, "Majesty, weren��t you just menstruating? Are you testing him?"


    Chengying smiled approvingly, "Call him again in a few days."


    Days later, Zhong Wei returned, repeating the same diagnosis despite Chengying''s continued complaints. Another half-month later, Chengying summoned him again, mentioning her missed period.


    "I''m tired, can''t sleep, and have no appetite. You say I''m fine?" Chengying asked angrily.


    Zhong Wei bowed, "Your pulse is steady, showing no signs of deficiency or anxiety. Perhaps another doctor should examine you."


    Chengying laughed, "You recognize I''m pretending to be pregnant. Why did you diagnose pregnancy in Yanshou Palace?"


    Zhong Wei broke into a cold sweat, nearly prostrating himself, "Forgive me, Your Majesty! I had no choice. Your mother instructed me to always report pregnancy, regardless of the actual condition."


    Chengying''s expression hardened��her mother was behind this. First, she arranged an affair for her sister, now fabricating her pregnancy. "But the Empress Dowager summoned you, not my sister. Weren''t you afraid she''d kill us both?"


    Zhong Wei explained, "I didn''t know whom I was examining. Overhearing plans to use ropes and confirm pregnancy, I deduced the Empress Dowager intended harm. Diagnosing no pregnancy, I realized she needed confirmation. To protect you, I reported pregnancy."


    Chengying understood the gamble. "So you saved me."


    Zhong Wei admitted, "I gambled with your life, fearing exposure. When the eunuch requested red flower abortifacient, I switched it with your sister''s nightly tonic."


    Chengying''s eyes widened, "You switched the medicine?"


    Zhong Wei confessed, "I knew you weren''t pregnant. To protect your sister and myself, I replaced the medicine. My actions weren''t for you but for Lingfang."


    Chengying raised an eyebrow, "For Lingfang?"


    Zhong Wei admitted, "Yes. Knowing my actions would eventually endanger us, I hoped aiding you might spare her life under the new emperor."


    Chengying smiled, impressed by his foresight and dedication.


    Days later, the Changsun residence announced a tragic news: the abandoned Empress Changsun from the war had committed suicide by hanging herself in her residence, ending her life at the young age of nineteen.


    Upon hearing this news, the civil and military officials in the capital couldn''t help but feel a sense of schadenfreude��after all, the Changsun family had married two daughters into the imperial family and both became the empresses, which had long drawn envy and resentment. Now that Changsun Lingfang was dead, the Changsun family would never rise again.


    Emperor Cui Yi did not make any statement, so the ministers pretended to be unaware, pretending to be calm while feeling excited inside. Even the former followers and friends of Changsun Tai did not come to pay their respects. Lady Fan, with white hair mourning for her black-haired daughter, cried bitterly. The few servants in the residence helped prepare the coffin, which was kept for seven days before being quietly taken out of the city for burial.


    Even Empress Dowager Chiying didn''t go to send her off, which puzzled Zhong L��ping greatly.


    "You don''t need to think too much about it. Tonight, accompany me on an outing, and everything will become clear," Empress Dowager Chiying said mysteriously with a smile as she was teaching little Cui Hao to recognize characters. Little Prince Cui Hao was quiet and learned slowly, unlike his older sister Cui Xian, who could accurately call Father King and Mother when she was one and a half years old.


    Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Zhong L��ping also decided not to ask.


    Zhong Yuanshan had returned to Jiangzhou before the New Year, leaving his eldest son in the capital. After the first lunar month, Zhong L��ping returned to the palace again, living with her brother and sister-in-law in the mansion bestowed by the emperor. However, her visits to the palace were less frequent than before the New Year.


    Empress Dowager Chiying felt that Zhong L��ping''s mother, Lady Zhang, was not someone easy to deal with. When Zhong L��ping came to the palace after the New Year, her expression was clearly less natural than before, as if she always had something on her mind, unlike before when she would tell her everything.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    "Are your second uncle and others all well?" After little Cui Hao studied for a while and got tired, Empress Dowager Chiying let the wet nurse take him to nap and dismissed the maidservants, leaving only her and Zhong L��ping in the room.


    Zhong L��ping nodded perfunctorily: "All well."


    Empress Dowager Chiying smiled slyly: "Is it you who is not well? Why are you always distracted every time you come? What are you thinking about? Tell me." But Zhong L��ping just pursed her lips and shook her head, looking unusually solemn, which made Empress Dowager Chiying more concerned.


    Since ancient times, relatives of the emperor and eunuchs have been potential threats to the stability of the government. Although Zhong Yuanshan was ennobled as the Marquis of Jiangzhou, he had no direct kinship with Emperor Cui Yi. Whether he prospered or declined depended entirely on the emperor''s word. If Emperor Cui Yi wanted to suppress him, no one could plead for him. Such relatives, if not appeased, could easily rebel.


    After nightfall, Empress Dowager Chiying dressed up as a maid and left the palace in Zhong L��ping''s carriage, but instead of going to the Zhong residence, they headed to the Changsun residence.


    The principle that "walls fall when everyone pushes" applies at any time. Once the prestigious Changsun family now only had an empty residence, with only two lanterns lit at the door, three people standing there, and a carriage waiting quietly.


    Zhong L��ping looked closely and saw that among the three people was Lady Fan, an unfamiliar man, and another woman who bore a striking resemblance to Empress Dowager Chiying. She was shocked: "Aren''t you...?" It was Changsun Lingfang! Wasn''t she supposed to be dead?


    Changsun Lingfang was dressed like a peasant woman, wearing coarse clothes and carrying a flower-patterned cloth bag, leaning against the young man. Zhong L��ping recalled the rumors about the former empress having an affair and seemed to understand.


    Empress Dowager Chiying walked forward: "Zhong Shuji, I entrust my sister to you from now on. Though poor couples often face hardships, my husband and I also supported each other through difficult times. I believe you won''t be like Zhai Zicheng, who abandoned her after taking advantage of her."


    Zhong Weiji, with his arm around Changsun Lingfang, knelt down together with her. Empress Dowager Chiying bent down to help them up, holding her sister''s hand and speaking gently: "Lingfang, from now on, you will no longer be our parents'' daughter or my sister. After leaving the capital, there will always be a place where you can live and thrive. Live well with Shuji, and consider what happened in the past as a nightmare that has passed."


    Changsun Lingfang lowered her head and softly replied, "Mmm," holding her hand tightly, reluctant to part.


    Empress Dowager Chiying gave a signal, and Xiaqiu handed over a cloth bag: "This is Her Majesty''s goodwill. You''ll need money wherever you go." Zhong Weiji took it and bowed deeply.


    "Lingfang," Empress Dowager Chiying watched her sister being helped into the carriage, "take care."


    Changsun Lingfang''s eyes welled up with tears as she nodded and climbed into the carriage.


    The carriage clattered away into the darkness. Lady Fan stood there wiping her tears, and Empress Dowager Chiying turned to her: "Mother, what are your plans next?"


    Lady Fan sniffled, heartbroken: "At my age, what plans do I have? I just hope your father will repent and stop defending the late emperor. Then we can reunite as a family..."


    Empress Dowager Chiying politely interrupted her: "Mother, my sister has already left. This city, filled with scars and pain, is not where she wants to return. Please don''t say things like ''reuniting as a family,'' which makes me uncomfortable."


    Lady Fan felt even more sad, thinking that she had given birth to two daughters, but neither of them stayed close to her. Both had followed their men, leaving her alone. Tears fell again: "You asked about my plans. I don''t have any. I just want us to sit together, talking and laughing. You and Lingfang are sisters, but fate has its own path. She won''t come back, and now you''re the only one left with me, Ying''er!"


    Empress Dowager Chiying subtly avoided her reaching hand, saying calmly: "Don''t worry, Mother. As long as Father repents and stops defending the late emperor, I will ask the emperor to let him return home. I can''t promise anything else, but I can ensure you both live comfortably for the rest of your lives."


    Lady Fan realized there was nothing more to ask for and nodded.


    On the way back to the palace, Zhong L��ping still seemed preoccupied. Empress Dowager Chiying leaned against the carriage wall and asked: "Do you think letting them go was right or wrong?"


    Zhong L��ping replied with a question: "Does His Majesty know?"


    Empress Dowager Chiying nodded. Zhong L��ping sighed: "His Majesty and Your Majesty are both kind-hearted. My father used to teach us that while governing requires strictness, rulers must be benevolent. Only a ruler with compassion can ultimately lead to a prosperous era."


    "But..."


    "But what?"


    Zhong L��ping shook her head again: "Nothing. I just thought of some benevolent rulers in history who weren''t always understood. It''s somewhat sigh-worthy."


    Empress Dowager Chiying observed her thoughtful expression and sent her home the next day, secretly instructing guards to monitor the Zhong siblings'' movements.


    For several consecutive days, Zhong L��ping didn''t step out of the Zhong residence, but Cui Xiang visited several times, almost daily, though he never stayed long, usually leaving within the time it took to drink a cup of tea. It didn''t seem like they were conspiring anything.


    When Emperor Cui Yi learned of this, he just smiled and said: "Huaiyu is indeed stubborn. We should arrange a marriage for L��ping soon, or people might start gossiping, tarnishing her reputation."


    "Arrange a marriage? To whom?" Empress Dowager Chiying wiped sesame seeds from her daughter''s mouth and laughed: "L��ping is meant to marry a general. She''s been in the capital for half a year without showing interest in anyone. If you hastily arrange a marriage, she might get bullied, and Uncle Zhong will blame you."


    Emperor Cui Yi agreed and held his chin, supporting their wriggling son to prevent him from falling off his lap.


    Empress Dowager Chiying continued: "Moreover, the person chosen should be able to control Huaiyu. If you choose someone of lower rank, knowing Huaiyu''s temperament, he might dare to snatch the bride or disrupt the wedding ceremony. He''s really immature."


    Emperor Cui Yi stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Someone who can control Huaiyu... I can''t think of anyone. I originally planned to marry L��ping to Dai Ping''s younger brother, Dai Zhun, who is gentle and scholarly. But according to you, Dai Zhun definitely can''t control Huaiyu. If the bride is snatched away on the wedding day, it wouldn''t just be embarrassing for him, but for me as well."


    Empress Dowager Chiying teased him: "It seems the only one who can control Huaiyu is you."


    Emperor Cui Yi immediately put on a serious face: "I think you''ve forgotten your wounds and started finding women for me again. Tomorrow, summon Princess Yuanhui to treat you. If this isn''t cured, we can''t continue living together."


    Empress Dowager Chiying laughed heartily, and Emperor Cui Yi cleared his throat: "It''s getting late. Let''s call the nurses to put the children to bed, and I''ll stay here tonight."


    Empress Dowager Chiying agreed, calling for the nurses to take the children to sleep and preparing hot water for washing.


    "Speaking of Sister Cheng," Empress Dowager Chiying said as she undressed him, "I think it''s time to officially bless their marriage."


    "Who, her and General Yang?" Emperor Cui Yi asked, rolling up his sleeves.


    Empress Dowager Chiying nodded: "Master Shan''s plan was very effective. After Sister Cheng resolved her emotional issues, she became more proactive than General Yang, bringing little Shujin to his house every day, doing laundry and cooking. She even raises chickens better than I do."


    Emperor Cui Yi chuckled: "You raising chickens? If I hadn''t fed them every night, the chicks in the courtyard would have starved to death long ago."


    Empress Dowager Chiying blushed upon hearing this, annoyed: "Who was I raising those chickens for?"


    Emperor Cui Yi mimicked her tone: "Who was I rebelling for?"


    Empress Dowager Chiying was speechless for a moment, then burst into laughter along with him. Emperor Cui Yi wrapped his arm around her: "Let''s go to sleep!"


    The red candle went out, the brocade curtain fell, and the parrot hanging under the beam tucked its head in. Only faint sounds of breathing and moaning mixed with the warm breeze, dissipating into the night.

 pendant

    Yang Qiong and Concubine Cheng''s wedding caused quite a stir in Purple Chapter City.


    One of the most discussed topics was why Concubine Cheng had attracted the attention of three different men. There were kind-hearted interpretations such as "Concubine Cheng''s kindness and skillful hands earned her divine favor, and despite hardships, she eventually found peace." However, most were vulgar and unsuitable for polite company.


    When Zhong L��ping and Lady Wang paid their respects, Empress Dowager Chiying asked about the rumors circulating in the city. They reported truthfully.


    There were rumors that Concubine Cheng lost her chastity with Zhai Rang, leading to her marriage to Cheng Hu, and that she continued an affair with General Yang after marrying. Some even fabricated stories of her competing for favor in the Northern Di royal court, complete with novels. Empress Dowager Chiying found it laughable and pitiful.


    "Sister Cheng is broad-minded and may not care about these rumors, but public opinion is powerful. General Yang''s temper is such that we can''t ignore this. Suoban, tell General Cao to keep an eye on the rumors. If anyone spreads slander publicly, arrest them immediately. The charges of slandering a princess and her consort are severe enough to deter most."


    Lady Wang agreed, but Zhong L��ping remained worried: "Why are Sister Cheng and General Yang facing so many criticisms? There''s no law prohibiting remarriage, and Sister Cheng is now a princess, practically the emperor''s adopted sister. How can anyone dare to spread rumors about her? Is there a conspiracy behind this?"


    Empress Dowager Chiying smiled: "Not a conspiracy, just jealousy. Many high-ranking officials want to marry their daughters to General Yang, seeing him as a reliable ally. Now that he''s marrying someone else, they naturally feel resentful and talk behind their backs. Once they''re married, the gossip will die down."


    Zhong L��ping sighed: "Some people see their daughters merely as tools to climb the social ladder. Their wishes don''t matter; they deserve criticism if they don''t marry into power."


    Empress Dowager Chiying sighed: "My parents are a prime example. Most parents treat their daughters as commodities, hoping for better fortune through advantageous marriages. Ordinary girls rarely meet their future husbands before marriage, and whether they find happiness depends on luck."


    Zhong L��ping looked down, fiddling with the tassel of her jade pendant, finally whispering: "Indeed, how many parents truly love their daughters without ulterior motives?"


    Empress Dowager Chiying noticed that informants reported seeing Zhong L��ping''s elder brother personally escorting Cui Xiang to the door, conversing warmly. Although they couldn''t hear the exact conversation, it was clear it wasn''t trivial. She decided to wait for Zhong L��ping to confess on her own.


    Several days later, Princess Yuanhui formally married General Yang Qiong, putting an end to the rampant rumors. Despite disliking Concubine Cheng, high-ranking officials had to show respect to Emperor Cui Yi and present gifts at the princess''s residence.


    Concubine Cheng was only a year older than Empress Dowager Chiying but appeared much older due to her past hardships. Wearing her bridal gown, she looked radiant. Little Shujin held a big red apple and sweetly said: "Mother looks beautiful today."Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    Concubine Cheng took the apple and hugged her daughter, tears streaming down her face: "From now on, you''ll call Uncle Yang ''Father.'' Will you blame me?"


    Shujin shook her head, her pigtails swaying like butterflies, cuddling up to her: "Uncle Yang is good to Mother and me. I like Uncle Yang."


    Concubine Cheng burst into tears, prompting Zhong L��ping and others to console her, reminding her not to ruin her makeup. After reapplying makeup, she didn''t miss the auspicious time for getting into the bridal sedan chair.


    One side was the emperor''s adopted sister, the princess who sacrificed herself for peace on the border, and the other was a loyal general who had served since Emperor Jingzong''s reign. The wedding was unprecedentedly grand, with blessings and gifts lining the streets all the way to the princess''s residence.


    As the acting empress, Empress Dowager Chiying accepted their bows but couldn''t attend the wedding personally, feeling regretful. However, she and Emperor Cui Yi would attend the banquet afterward, ensuring they didn''t miss the celebration.


    "One day, I''ll also send you off to your wedding, marrying someone you love and who loves you, ensuring you live happily ever after," she murmured, holding her four-year-old daughter Cui Xian, gazing at the blooming purple wisteria flowers in the courtyard.


    Little Cui Xian, unaware of worldly troubles, couldn''t comprehend her mother''s melancholy. She simply played with the cradle, while little Cui Hao slept soundly in the afternoon sun.


    Emperor Cui Yi entered cheerfully, seeing Empress Dowager Chiying with her children basking in the sunlight, with mother cat Xiao Taosu and her kittens sprawled across the courtyard. "Mother cat with her kittens sunbathing?" he teased, approaching and picking up his daughter.


    Empress Dowager Chiying glared playfully: "Who''s the mother cat?" She called for a chair.


    Xiao Taosu, still intimidated by Emperor Cui Yi, quickly gathered her kittens and fled.


    "Why are you so happy?" Empress Dowager Chiying asked, amused.


    Emperor Cui Yi bent down, letting Cui Xian climb on his back, holding her securely: "They got married today, fulfilling a long-standing wish. How can I not be happy?"


    "Not just that," Empress Dowager Chiying scrutinized him, "you weren''t this happy when they paid their respects earlier. Is there something else?"


    Emperor Cui Yi sighed dramatically, hugging his daughter: "News just arrived from the west. Brother has been spotted entering Liangzhou territory."


    Empress Dowager Chiying''s expression turned serious: "He''s gone to Liangzhou? Planning to rebuild his forces there? We must stop him!"


    Emperor Cui Yi reassured her: "Wenyu also speculated this. Moreover, we searched all of Qin Prefecture but couldn''t find Guo Ziyang. He''s likely advising Brother, making him a formidable opponent. We must handle this carefully."


    Empress Dowager Chiying looked into his eyes, asking earnestly: "What do you plan to do?"


    "He''s shown himself, so he''ll eventually be caught," Emperor Cui Yi''s eyes gleamed with anticipation, "but we need to proceed cautiously."


    Just like every time before he went to war, his indomitable spirit was on full display. "Back then, he didn''t dare kill me because he feared the consequences for the border regions. If I died, Huoerhana would have charged south without hesitation, creating a greater threat. He wouldn''t be ignorant of this. But conversely, I don''t need to worry about what happens if he dies. If we killed him in Liangzhou, it might even deter the northwestern countries. With Huoerhana dead, no one could stop Chu, and places like Ba Bian and Chacha would likely submit rather than face annihilation. In that sense, him fleeing to Liangzhou is actually beneficial."


    Chiyin listened with a smile, blinking gently as she asked, "Did you think of all this yourself?"


    Cui Yi proudly snorted, "Of course."


    Chiyin said approvingly, "You''re becoming more and more fit to be an emperor. It seems I can worry less now."


    Cui Yi''s ears perked up alertly, "What are you planning?"


    "I''m not planning anything. If you can handle things independently, I can take it easy and embroider or raise fish. Isn''t that good?" Knowing what he was worried about, Chiyin reassured him with a smile.


    Relieved, Cui Yi replied, "In recent years, you''ve been too hard-working. If you want to raise fish, I''ll have some beautiful koi from the imperial garden pond brought over for you to keep in Yaohua Palace. By the way, the sachet you made for me is almost worn out. When you have time, make a new one with a dragon and phoenix design."


    Tsking a few times, Chiyin teased, "Why not let the palace seamstresses do the needlework? Just giving me a few fish, and you''re already scheming for a new sachet."


    "The ones you make are prettier; the seamstresses'' work only deserves to hang in the curtains. I want to carry yours with me." Cui Yi fiddled with the simple lotus-embroidered sachet at his waist, which Chiyin had made when she first married into the Wangfu, used for four or five years, now old and tattered, looking shabby compared to the dragon robe.


    Seeing the sachet, Chiyin softened and agreed, "I''ll have Xiaoqiu get some thread."


    After chatting in the courtyard for a while, Du Zhongquan reminded them of the time, and Chiyin changed into ceremonial attire. Together with Cui Yi, they rode in a carriage out of the palace.

 deserving death

    On the day of the wedding, Princess Mansion was bustling with excitement. Yang Qiong was being forced to drink by a group of friends when he heard, "The Emperor has arrived!" Quickly pushing aside the wine cups, he rushed to greet the Emperor.


    Cui Yi and Chiyin arrived together, and all the officials present knelt to welcome them. The bride was the same, but the groom had changed from Zhai Rang to Yang Qiong, and the guest of honor from Cui Jie to Cui Yi. Yang Qiong, red-eyed from drinking, smiled, "Your Majesty and Her Highness finally arrived. Another moment, and these guys would have drunk me under the table."


    "Who says I''m not here to drink with you?" Cui Yi laughed, beckoning. Cao Qian promptly handed him a full cup. "Come on, drink!"


    Yang Qiong looked miserable, but Chiyin interceded with a smile, "This cup represents our wishes. General Yang must drink it, but on behalf of Sister Cheng, please spare him tonight."


    Everyone laughed at her words, teasing Yang Qiong, making him blush and stammer, rubbing his neck awkwardly.


    Carrying a food box, Chiyin went straight to the bridal chamber to visit Cheng Fengyi, while Cui Yi stayed behind to drink with everyone. His gaze swept over the crowd, suddenly noticing two strange figures.


    One was his younger brother, Cui Xiang, and the other was Zhong Yuanshan''s eldest son, Zhong Nian.


    Their presence alone wasn''t unusual, but kneeling together caught his attention. After announcing their permission to rise, they sat next to each other. When did their relationship become so close? Cui Yi scrutinized them, and Cui Xiang noticed, glancing back with a complex expression.


    For a moment, Cui Yi felt a familiar look but couldn''t pinpoint why until he remembered how Cui Xiang was looking at him similarly to how he once looked at Cui Jie��wary, guarded, with a hint of disdain, trying not to show it too much but unable to appear calm either.


    Was Cui Xiang also plotting rebellion? Cui Yi found it amusing. This brother lacked both talent and backing, yet dared to dream of rebellion? Even if he were offered the throne, he probably couldn''t handle it. Of course, Cui Yi admitted he wasn''t an exemplary emperor either. If his elder brother hadn''t been so aggressive, he wouldn''t mind being a carefree prince, helping his brother fight wars for life.


    As the wedding banquet progressed, night fell, and many guests left. Returning after seeing off the third wave of guests, Yang Qiong saw Zhong Nian and Cui Xiang approaching, thinking they were leaving. Preparing to thank them, he realized Zhong Nian ignored him and walked directly to Cui Yi, bowing, "Your Majesty."


    "Oh, Zhong Nian, come sit and drink," Cui Yi greeted, still in high spirits.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Zhong Nian remained standing, saying, "Taking advantage of General Yang''s wedding, I wish to request Your Majesty''s approval for something."


    Cao Qian joked, "Is the young master interested in someone and wants an imperial marriage decree?"


    Though originally distant relatives, Cao Qian had risen through the ranks to become a prominent general. However, Zhong Nian dismissed him as low-born, ignoring him and continuing, "I wish to request Your Majesty to arrange a marriage for my sister."


    A flash of cold light appeared in Cui Yi''s eyes, quickly concealed. Smiling, he asked, "Oh? L�� Ping has someone in mind? Who is it? Let me guess, General Liu or Chen?"


    Zhong Nian replied, "Prince Jing is deeply in love with my sister, proposing several times. My parents have agreed. We hope for Your Majesty''s approval."


    The previously lively table fell silent, everyone staring at him in shock. Nian Jiaojiao blurted out, "Didn''t Sister Zhong say she wanted to marry a general?"


    "Marriage is traditionally arranged by parents. How can children object?" Zhong Nian responded dismissively, "Moreover, Prince Jing saved L�� Ping''s life and is her cousin, making it a perfect match."


    At that moment, Chiyin returned from the backyard, stopping at the door where she had once been frightened by Cui Jie. History repeated itself, and she again broke the silence. "Uncle Zhong wants to marry your sister to Huaiyou?" She looked at Cui Xiang, who stood tall, avoiding her gaze. "Weren''t we letting L�� Ping choose freely? Why the sudden change?"


    Her secret surveillance had paid off. Cui Xiang and the Zhong family were indeed plotting something. With unrest in the northwest and his younger brother stirring trouble, Cui Yi''s throne was precarious.


    Acknowledging her status, Zhong Nian bowed, "Your Highness."


    Walking to the table, Chiyin addressed the remaining guests, "L�� Ping and I are like sisters. If anyone goes against her wishes, I will protect her. Tell Uncle Zhong, if L�� Ping consents, fine. Otherwise, whoever forces her will answer to me."


    Zhong Nian seemed prepared for her refusal, turning to Cui Yi, "Your Majesty, what do you think?"


    Chiyin inwardly scoffed, knowing Zhong Nian was using Cui Yi to pressure her. If Cui Yi approved, rumors of discord between the royal couple would spread. If he refused, it would look like he was following his wife''s orders, inviting criticism.


    Sensing Zhong Nian''s malice, Cui Yi narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.


    "Since Her Highness respects the princess''s wishes, and marriage isn''t decided overnight, why not summon Princess Zhong and discuss it tomorrow? If she agrees, there''s no objection. If not, Your Majesty can decide," Baili Zan intervened diplomatically.


    Grateful, everyone turned to him as if he were a savior. Without his intervention, the night could have ended in bloodshed.


    Zhong Nian pondered briefly, nodding, "Baili Daren''s suggestion is thorough. Tomorrow, I''ll bring my sister to the palace."


    After Zhong Nian left, Cui Xiang tried to slip away, but Cui Yi called him back, "Huaiyou, stay."


    Cui Xiang turned hesitantly, and Cui Yi, annoyed, ordered, "Stand up straight!"


    Scared, Cui Xiang protested loudly, "What else is there to say? I love L�� Ping! I want to marry her! Zhong General agrees. Do you think I''m unworthy?"


    Cui Yi shot back, "Do you think you''re worthy?"


    Cui Xiang faltered, blushing deeper.


    "You''re grown but useless, uneducated, and inept in martial arts. What makes you think you deserve her?" Cui Yi vented his frustrations.


    Cui Xiang stammered louder, "I''m a prince! No woman is beyond my reach!"


    Cui Yi sneered, "A prince? Just a title based on your parents'' status. Without it, you''d be worse than any common wastrel!"


    Angry, Cui Xiang''s forehead bulged with veins. Seeing this, Chiyin intervened, "Don''t be so harsh. Huaiyou is still young and will mature."


    Cui Xiang retorted, "Noble birth is noble! Better than commoners! Aren''t you relying on your parents'' status to be emperor?"


    Enraged, Cui Yi kicked him, sending him sprawling into a carved wooden railing, breaking it.


    "Your Majesty!" Chiyin was shocked. Despite his temper, Cui Yi had mellowed over the years, but Cui Xiang''s provocation pushed him over the edge. Cui Xiang lay in splinters, bleeding, glaring defiantly, "If you don''t want me to marry L�� Ping, is it because you love her yourself? None of the generals interest her, but you... are you stealing my love?"


    Furious, Cui Yi almost attacked again, but Chiyin restrained him, "Stop! He''s your brother, even if wrong, not deserving death!"


    "If not for Mother''s upbringing, I''d have you executed!" Cui Yi roared, pointing angrily.


    Cui Xiang, pale and trembling, managed a mocking smile.

 Ill fulfill his wish

    The next morning, Chiyin went to Wansheng Palace and met Zhong Nian and Zhong L��ping outside.


    Zhong Nian bowed, "Greetings, Your Highness."


    Ignoring him, Chiyin focused on Zhong L��ping, who looked exhausted, her usual radiance gone. Bowing silently, she seemed resigned.


    "Greenpin, just speak your mind to the Emperor. I''ll support you," Chiyin encouraged.


    Zhong L��ping murmured, "Thank you, Your Highness," sounding listless.


    Entering the study, Cui Yi noticed Zhong L��ping''s state, puzzled, "Greenpin, what happened?"


    Kneeling, she replied, "Nothing, Your Majesty."


    Not believing her, Cui Yi stated, "We summoned you regarding last night''s proposal. If you have someone in mind, tell us."


    Avoiding mentioning Zhong Nian''s plan, he wanted to hear her true feelings.


    Zhong L��ping bit her lip, silent. Zhong Nian urged, "Answer the Emperor!"


    "Marriage is serious. Take your time," Chiyin chided, serving soup to Cui Yi.


    Silence reigned, broken only by the sound of spoons clinking against bowls.


    "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I''ve thought it through," Zhong L��ping finally spoke, numbly.


    Cui Yi sipped, "Go on."


    Clutching her fists, she declared, "I''m willing to marry Prince Jing."


    Chiyin dropped her spoon in shock. Cui Yi steadied himself, asking, "Changed your mind about marrying a general?"


    Zhong L��ping trembled, "It''s up to parents. I was foolish before. Please disregard those words."


    Cui Yi understood Zhong Nian must have pressured her all night.


    Glancing at Chiyin, Zhong L��ping continued, "Prince Jing, though not capable, is still a prince. Marrying him is my fortune. He loves me deeply and once protected me from an arrow. It''s right for me to marry him."


    Cui Yi knew better. Cui Xiang had caused the incident, nearly getting her killed.


    "Please approve," Zhong L��ping bowed.


    Annoyed, Cui Yi suspected Zhong Yuanshan planned rebellion. Why else push his daughter into the royal family?


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    Zhong Nian bowed, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Greenpin and Prince Jing are in love. Please approve."


    Cui Yi pretended not to hear, asking, "Greenpin, are you sure? You don''t need to fear anyone. If someone threatens or forces you, we''ll protect you."


    Looking tearful, Zhong L��ping insisted, "No one is forcing me. I choose this willingly."


    With her resolve clear, Cui Yi reluctantly agreed, "Very well, we grant your marriage."


    Zhong L��ping left with her brother, visibly shaken.


    "Clearly coerced," Chiyin noted, "What did Zhong Nian say to make her comply?"


    Cui Yi set down his bowl, "Many women would endure anything for a chance at being empress. Even if unhappy, they''d accept."


    Chiyin gasped, "Rebellion again? Is rebellion addictive?"


    Cui Yi shook his head, hiding something from her.


    The next day, news spread, shocking Baili Zan and others. Cheng Fengyi visited Chiyin, but she confirmed it was Zhong L��ping''s choice.


    Meanwhile, Baili Zan warned Cui Yi against the marriage, suspecting rebellion.


    "This marriage cannot happen!" Baili Zan pleaded, listing reasons.


    Cui Yi raised an eyebrow, "If Uncle Zhong insists on marrying his daughter into the royal family, I''ll


    I''ll fulfill his wish."


    Sure enough, he complied with his wishes. If Huaiyou were to make another mistake in the future, even the Jiangzhou Marquis of the Zhong family would be stripped of their titles, making him taste the bitter consequences of his own schemes.


    Baili Zan was filled with worry: "Ah... Although the Jing King is neither scholarly nor martially skilled, and thus not much of a threat, the Zhong family is still the Emperor''s maternal uncle��s household and a key supporter during his ascension to the throne. It will be difficult to uproot them in the future."


    Cui Yi arrogantly snorted, saying, "I doubt they can turn the tables. Although I am not proficient in statecraft, at least I can fight to defend the territory of Great Chu. What does Huaiyou know? He only causes trouble. The ministers won''t support him just for the sake of it."


    Baili Zan looked at him and said softly, "Although the Jing King has countless flaws, at least he is willing to take concubines..."


    Cui Yi was momentarily speechless.


    In fact, from the moment he ascended the throne, all officials unanimously advised him to select more beauties to fill the harem, ostensibly for the prosperity of the royal lineage but actually aiming to place their daughters in the palace. Even if there was a one-in-a-million chance of pleasing Cui Yi, it could bring significant benefits to their families in court.


    Among those who advised him was Zhong Yuanshan, whose words carried the most weight. As Cui Yi��s uncle, and with the previous Emperor and Empress��along with Consort Duan, Lady Ye��all deceased, Zhong Yuanshan could be considered a semi-guardian. His words couldn��t be easily dismissed by Cui Yi, who always used ��I will consider it�� as an excuse to evade the matter. When Zhong Yuanshan realized that Cui Yi wasn��t interested, he stopped mentioning it and returned to Jiangzhou to continue being the Jiangzhou Marquis, leaving Beijing affairs to his son.


    If it weren��t for Zhong Nian��s sudden move, Cui Yi wouldn��t have doubted Zhong Yuanshan��s loyalty. After all, among the many meritorious contributors to the coup, Zhong Yuanshan wasn��t the most distinguished, yet he received the most generous rewards. Since the founding of Great Chu, only the First Emperor had bestowed three marquisates, each hereditary for three generations. Besides endless wealth, these titles symbolized the imperial trust and favor. A daughter of a marquis entering the palace would naturally hold a higher rank than other concubines.


    Everyone wanted to be the father of the Empress, hoping to gain prestige through their daughters. Despite the vivid example of Changsun Tai, people still flocked to vie for this title, countless and unending.


    Cui Yi felt utterly disappointed. Even his own uncle turned against him. Was it really so unacceptable to refuse taking concubines?


    Thus, following the weddings of Yang and Cheng, preparations began for the marriage of the King and Princess. While the former were merely honorary relatives, the latter were genuine nobility. According to the protocol for a king��s wedding, vast amounts of silver would be required, but Zhong Lu Ping expressed that no extravagance was necessary; a simple ceremony like ordinary people would suffice.


    Cui Xiang was displeased. His last marriage was unsatisfactory, and now he wanted to marry someone he truly liked. He demanded a procession of a hundred green horses, a hundred sandalwood carriages laden with gifts, and gold ingots instead of copper coins. Hearing these demands, Cui Yi went mad and threw a paperweight at him. This time, Cui Xiang was prepared and dodged, causing the paperweight to fly past his temple and shatter against a pillar.


    Even a desperate rabbit might bite back, let alone Cui Yi, a fierce tiger. In his rage, he could be quite terrifying. Cui Xiang��s face fell long, and under Du Zhongquan��s persuasion, he reluctantly knelt and left.


    While drinking lotus seed and coix tea to cool down, Cui Yi reviewed memorials, with Du Zhongquan fanning him diligently, but it did little to quell his anger. Soon, Cui Yi impatiently threw the documents aside and stormed off. Du Zhongquan hurriedly followed, asking, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"


    "..." Cui Yi didn��t know himself. With Chi Ying away helping Zhong Lu Ping choose jewelry, he wandered aimlessly until he arrived at the Imperial College, brightening up, "I��ll go see Hao.��


    Little Cui Hao was just over a year old but, as a prince, had been sent to the Imperial College after weaning to foster independence and a love for learning��a tradition set by ancestors. Even though Chi Ying loved her son dearly, she couldn��t defy this rule and could only visit him daily. Cui Yi could also enjoy father-son bonding here.


    Seeing his father, Little Cui Hao didn��t show particular excitement, blinking at him before offering a half-eaten apple slice. Cui Yi found this amusing and touching. He picked up his son, kissed him, and whispered, "The hardships I��ve endured, my child, you shall never experience again."


    Little Cui Hao struggled with the apple slice using his two front teeth, drooling all over Cui Yi. Those sparkling eyes seemed like the last pure thing in the filthy palace.

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    Zhong Lu Ping couldn��t remember how she ended up on the bridal sedan, or how she was carried into the mansion, or how she spent the entire night. To her, everything seemed like a joke, a hallucination, a dream that might vanish upon waking.


    But how could she sleep? Her lifelong dream of happiness was shattered. Married to a man she didn��t love, enduring his drunken advances, she felt nothing but pain.


    After Cui Xiang finally fell asleep, she stared blankly at the canopy.


    The canopy depicted twin lotuses, bats, and auspicious clouds, but in the dark, they appeared as shadowy figures looming over her.


    Tears flowed silently down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and wept silently.


    This was only the first night. How could she endure decades of such torment? How did Cheng Fengyi bear it, marrying a tyrant and suffering humiliation?


    Death seemed preferable. She thought hopelessly.


    Amid her despair, a man��s hushed voice came from outside, "My Lord, My Lord!"


    Zhong Lu Ping froze, recognizing the voice but unsure who it was. Cui Xiang slept soundly, unaware of the commotion. The voice grew louder, "My Lord!"


    She recognized her brother, Zhong Nian. Why was he here so late on their wedding night? What business did he have with her husband?


    Before she could ponder further, Cui Xiang stirred awake. She quickly pretended to sleep. Cui Xiang seemed to expect his brother-in-law��s visit and got out of bed without hesitation, slipping on shoes and opening the door.


    Once he closed the door behind him, Zhong Lu Ping crept out of bed and pressed her ear against the window.


    Cui Xiang asked, "Are the preparations ready?"


    Zhong Nian replied, "Rest assured, My Lord. The Ye family has decided to collaborate with us after hearing about your marriage to Lu Ping. The Xie family, caught between brothers Cui Jie and Cui Yi, has also agreed to help you after consulting with Elder Ye."Stolen novel; please report.


    Zhong Lu Ping��s mind raced. What were they planning? Why was her brother meeting secretly with her husband? Were they plotting something nefarious?


    She heard Cui Xiang scoff, "The Xie family is already defeated. What can they possibly offer?"


    "Not so, My Lord. Though expelled from Xuanzhou by Cui Yi, the Xie family has deep roots there. They��ve ruled for six generations, and their influence isn��t easily eradicated. If you accept Xie Xiaoru as your concubine, the Xie family will pledge their full support for your ascension."


    Zhong Lu Ping gasped and covered her mouth��Cui Xiang was plotting treason!


    "But I promised Lu Ping she��d be my only wife," Cui Xiang protested.


    Zhong Nian chuckled, "No man has just one wife, especially not a future emperor. Lu Ping should feel honored to be your empress. Without other women, what��s the point of being emperor?"


    Cui Xiang fell silent, while Zhong Lu Ping trembled with fear.


    "... You��re right," Cui Xiang conceded. "I��ve met Xie Xiaoru��s sister, Yu Chan. She must be equally beautiful. Hehe..."


    Zhong Lu Ping felt sick. So much for his love! Barely married, he was already eyeing others. Such a man was despicable!


    She felt all men were disgusting, reveling in mistreating women and boasting of their infidelity. Her ideal lover remained elusive, likely forever out of reach.


    Cui Xiang then asked, "Have you convinced Father?"


    Zhong Nian sighed, "Not yet. Mother made the decision without telling him. But don��t worry, I��ll persuade him. He wants Lu Ping to be empress too."


    Cui Xiang reluctantly accepted, "Good. Handle it. When I become emperor, you��ll be rewarded handsomely. I��ll make you Commander of the Cavalry, standing at the forefront of the military!"


    Zhong Nian bowed gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"


    Zhong Lu Ping was devastated. Her own brother sold her out for power, just like her mother. They gambled her life for uncertain gains.


    If Chi Ying knew this, she might sympathize with Changsun Tai��s parents. At least Chi Ying��s marriage to the Emperor wasn��t their choice. Zhong Lu Ping swayed, nearly collapsing, overwhelmed by despair.


    She leaned against a pillar, unable to cry. Her eyes felt like dry wells, drained of tears.


    Cui Xiang continued discussing plans with Zhong Nian, who eventually left. Upon returning, Cui Xiang saw Zhong Lu Ping standing in the dark, glaring at him.


    Cui Xiang��s mind raced��how did she hear their conversation? Did she know about the rebellion and the concubine plan?


    "Lu Ping, let me explain��" he stammered nervously.


    Zhong Lu Ping coldly replied, "You��re already plotting to overthrow the Emperor after less than a year."


    Cui Xiang tried to justify, "It��s for our future. You��ll be empress when I��m emperor..."


    "Do you think I care about being empress?" Zhong Lu Ping laughed bitterly. "I despise you! There��s nothing more revolting than marrying you!"


    Cui Yi, like a fish out of water, gasped, "You find me repulsive? I��m a prince, a king, and soon an emperor! I saved your life! You ungrateful��"


    Zhong Lu Ping sneered, "Emperor? You?"


    Grabbing scissors from a sewing basket, she lunged at him. "I��ll make you emperor now!"


    Cui Xiang screamed and dodged. She chased him around the room, wildly swinging the scissors.


    "You dare kill me?" he shouted, "I��m a king!"


    The new scissors, adorned with red thread for good luck, became a deadly weapon in her hands. Unable to escape, Cui Xiang grabbed her arm and pushed her away, shouting, "Wench!"


    Zhong Lu Ping stumbled backward, hitting her head on a cabinet corner, blood gushing from the wound.


    Cui Xiang was horrified, frozen in place as blood pooled around her unconscious body. Finally, he screamed, "Help!"


    The entire Jing Mansion was awakened by his cries. Servants rushed in, finding Zhong Lu Ping dead. Zhong Nian arrived, seeing his sister��s bloody corpse, cried out in despair.


    Cui Xiang sat dazed, overwhelmed by shock. The news reached the palace, waking Cui Yi and Chi Ying, who both exclaimed, "How could this happen?"


    Chi Ying burst into tears, hysterically demanding answers. The messenger, terrified, begged for mercy, claiming ignorance.


    Chi Ying collapsed, crying uncontrollably. Cui Yi regained composure, ordering Du Zhongquan, "Summon Princess Yuanhui immediately to investigate the cause of death. Arrest Prince Jing and Zhong Nian. Anyone who resists will be executed!"

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    Zhong Lu Ping��s death on her wedding night caused a stir throughout the capital. People speculated about the cause and wondered how the new Emperor would handle it.


    When Cui Xiang was brought to the palace, dawn had broken, and he appeared calm. Cui Yi skipped the morning court session, having calmed Chi Ying down, and waited in the study. "Tell me what happened," he demanded, his face stormy.


    "There��s nothing to say," Cui Xiang muttered, turning away.


    "Nothing to say? Someone died, and you have nothing to say?" Cui Yi tried to remain calm but was furious that his brother showed no remorse for the woman he claimed to love.


    Cui Yi exploded, "Didn��t you say you loved her? Didn��t you promise to treat her well? What did you do to her?"


    Cui Xiang shrugged, "She killed herself. It��s none of my concern."


    Cui Yi��s eyes widened, "Suicide?"


    Chi Ying barged in, ignoring Wang Shi��s protests, demanding answers. "What did you do to Lu Ping? How did she die?"


    "I didn��t do anything. She committed suicide," Cui Xiang calmly stated.


    Chi Ying, enraged, couldn��t find words, while Cui Yi ordered, "Sit down. We need to understand what happened. Don��t upset yourself."


    Cui Xiang recounted, "After the wedding, we went to bed. Later, I woke up needing the chamber pot and found her dead beside the cabinet."


    "That��s impossible!" Chi Ying protested. "Lu Ping wouldn��t commit suicide. There must be another reason!"


    Cui Xiang glanced at her and Cui Yi, "She never wanted to marry me. I thought she changed her mind, but apparently, she couldn��t bear it."


    Cui Yi said, "She agreed to marry you in front of us."


    Cui Xiang smirked, "Lu Ping��s character is strong. How could she suddenly agree? Are you trying to blame her now that she��s dead?"


    "You!" Cui Yi, livid, smashed a teacup, shards cutting Cui Xiang��s hand.


    "If she didn��t want to marry me, I could have��"


    Cui Yi, barely containing his fury, interrupted, "Enough. We need to investigate thoroughly."


    "Wait, no matter how long it takes, I am willing to wait. But Your Majesty, you abuse your authority as the Emperor and force her to submit. I know you mean well for me, but now that Greenping is dead, living on would make me nothing more than a walking corpse. What is there left to live for?"


    "You are simply... simply..." Emperor Cui Yi was speechless, his head throbbing with anger. On that day, Zhong Greenping had personally said she was willing to marry Cui Xiang in front of only three witnesses: him, Chi Ying, and Zhong Nian. "Bring Zhong Nian here!"Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Chi Ying stopped him, saying, "Wait, we cannot let Zhong Nian testify. He will surely say that it was the Emperor and I who forced Greenping to marry Huaiyou. We should wait for Sister Cheng''s autopsy results and then hand the case over to the Ministry of Justice for public trial with all six ministers present. This way, no one can take advantage of the situation."


    Cui Xiang was startled by this suggestion but remained composed, relying on the fact that the deceased could not testify.


    Emperor Cui Yi agreed with Chi Ying''s reasoning. Zhong Nian, being the instigator of Zhong Greenping''s forced marriage, would certainly try to shift the blame after her death. Even if they were the Emperor and Empress Dowager, accusing him of slander and executing him wouldn''t silence public opinion. A public trial was indeed safer.


    "Your advice makes sense, my beloved concubine." Emperor Cui Yi summoned Du Zhongquan. "Pass my decree: The death of Princess Yanhe shall be investigated by the Ministry of Justice. Summon the six ministers to attend the trial together with me. Take both Prince Jing and Zhong Nian there, and detain them separately."


    Cui Xiang was taken away quietly, remembering Zhong Nian''s instructions to remember he did nothing; it was Greenping who committed suicide out of despair. It wasn''t time to protest yet, as doing so would seem suspicious.


    After the prisoners were taken away, Emperor Cui Yi asked, "Do you think there are doubts?"


    Chi Ying sighed deeply, supporting her forehead with one hand. "I can''t say for sure. Given Greenping''s character, it''s possible she committed suicide out of despair at midnight. However, since she had already decided to compromise, it doesn''t seem like she would act impulsively. We need to see Sister Cheng''s autopsy results and send someone to search the Jing���� carefully. If Greenping really committed suicide, there must be a suicide note."


    Emperor Cui Yi agreed with her assessment. "You''re right. I''ll have Wen Yu accompany the Ministry of Justice officials to search Jing. Also, I suspect there might be secrets in the Zhong family mansion. You mentioned that Huaiyou frequently visited the Zhong residence. As Greenping is Zhong Nian''s sister, I don''t believe he would sell his sister without gaining any benefits. Searching the Zhong mansion now might reveal unexpected findings."


    Chi Ying hesitated about sharing her suspicion that the offspring of powerful ministers and the current prince might be plotting treason.


    Emperor Cui Yi had anticipated this and decided to keep it from Chi Ying to avoid worrying her.


    Thus, both sat silently, harboring the same concerns.


    The Ministry of Justice conducted a thorough investigation and collected testimonies for a day before holding a public trial the next morning to investigate Princess Yanhe''s mysterious death. As per Emperor Cui Yi''s request, all six ministers gathered to observe the trial, while countless curious citizens gathered outside, held back by guards.


    Zheng Xingchuan, the Minister of Justice, an old minister of the Jianyuan dynasty, had served three emperors but never witnessed such a grand scene. With the Emperor on his left and Empress Dowager on his right, along with six ministers, he felt immense pressure. He cautiously struck the gavel.


    As the primary suspect, Cui Xiang was brought in first, appearing dignified without handcuffs or shackles. Zheng Xingchuan intended to let him stand while answering questions, but Emperor Cui Yi commanded, "Kneel down!" Cui Xiang reluctantly complied.


    Zheng Xingchuan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Thanks to the trust of His Majesty and Her Majesty, today I will preside over the trial concerning Princess Yanhe''s sudden death. I will handle it fairly. Prince Jing, as the first person to discover the body, please recount what happened."


    Cui Xiang repeated what he told Emperor Cui Yi the previous day, adding, "My newlywed wife died tragically overnight, causing me great sorrow. I will cooperate fully to uncover the cause of Greenping''s death."


    Zheng Xingchuan nodded. "So, Princess believed she was forced to marry you, leading her to commit suicide. Is that correct?"


    Cui Xiang confirmed, "I don''t understand investigations, but when I woke up, I found Greenping''s body alone in the room. Whether it was suicide or murder, I hope you will find the truth."


    Although he claimed neutrality, he subtly shifted the blame to Emperor Cui Yi. Without forcing the marriage against Greenping''s will, the tragic incident wouldn''t have occurred. Outside, the crowd whispered, avoiding direct criticism of the Emperor but expressing dissatisfaction through their eyes.


    Emperor Cui Yi shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling bitter.


    "Was Princess truly unwilling to marry you? Could there be other reasons leading her to choose death?" Zheng Xingchuan asked.


    Cui Xiang replied coldly, "If there were other reasons, why would she die on her wedding night in the bridal chamber?"


    Zheng Xingchuan nodded, finding his explanation reasonable. Cui Xiang continued, "My brother said Greenping willingly married me, but I know she admired military men and looked down on me. If she hadn''t been coerced, she wouldn''t have married me and committed suicide on our wedding night."


    "The truth is," Emperor Cui Yi said angrily, "I summoned Greenping to the palace because I knew she didn''t want to marry you. But on that day, she surprisingly expressed her willingness to marry you. Empress Dowager noticed something was wrong and gave her another chance to change her mind, but she insisted. So I had no choice but to agree."


    Cui Xiang smiled faintly. "As the supreme ruler, whatever you say becomes the truth, turning black into white and the dead into the living."


    Zheng Xingchuan struck the gavel loudly. "How dare you!"


    Cui Xiang showed no fear, adopting a defiant attitude. "I admit I caused Greenping''s death. If I hadn''t persisted, my brother wouldn''t have forced her to marry me, and she wouldn''t have died. If someone must take responsibility, let it be me. With Greenping gone, my life has no meaning."


    Outside, the crowd murmured sympathetically, believing Cui Xiang was innocent and that Emperor Cui Yi was responsible for Greenping''s death.


    Emperor Cui Yi was furious, wanting to punch Cui Xiang.


    "If someone must take responsibility for Greenping''s death, it should indeed be you!"

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    "If someone must take responsibility for Greenping''s death, it should indeed be you!"


    Just as Cui Xiang was winning the sympathy of the audience with his eloquent defense, a sharp female voice interrupted.


    Cui Xiang turned to see Cheng Feiyi dressed in white, frowning and entering the hall with a forensic examiner.


    Zheng Xingchuan and the six ministers rose to greet her. "Greetings, Princess!"


    Cheng Feiyi waved them off and approached the center. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, my forensic examiner and I have determined the cause of Princess Yanhe''s death."


    Emperor Cui Yi ordered, "Proceed."


    Cheng Feiyi, always brave and straightforward, announced, "Yes!" She clapped her hands, and two guards carried a covered body into the hall.


    Cui Xiang''s face changed subtly, swallowing nervously. Although the body was covered, it emitted a faint odor. In July, decomposition had begun despite just one day passing. Zhong Nian had anticipated this, hoping nothing went wrong.


    "Princess died from excessive blood loss," Cheng Feiyi pointed to the covered body. "There is a wound on her head, consistent with the corner of a three-drawer cabinet in the bridal chamber. It appears she hit her head, leading to fatal bleeding."


    Cui Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, unnoticed by Cheng Feiyi, who glared at him sharply. He felt a bad omen.


    "According to the Princess, it seems she committed suicide?" Zheng Xingchuan asked.


    Cheng Feiyi raised an eyebrow. "No, I didn''t say that. While hitting oneself against a cabinet corner can be fatal, Princess''s true cause of death��was due to being pushed during a struggle, causing her to fall and hit the cabinet, resulting in her death."


    Cui Xiang paled. "You lie! I didn''t push her! I was sleeping when she died!"


    Cheng Feiyi sneered. "I never said you pushed her. Are you feeling guilty?"


    Cui Xiang stammered, realizing he had lost composure. "During the wedding night, only Greenping and I were in the room. If she was pushed, doesn''t that mean I''m the murderer?"This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    "Prince, you said you were asleep. How do you know no one else entered the room? Or perhaps you were awake, saw someone harm her, but pretended to sleep out of cowardice?" Cheng Feiyi pressed.


    "You''re slandering me!" Cui Xiang stood up angrily, but Emperor Cui Yi shouted, "Kneel down!" He reluctantly obeyed.


    "I wasn''t pretending to sleep! I loved Greenping more than anything! If anyone tried to harm her, I would protect her even at the cost of my life! Just like in Yanzhou, where I shielded her from an arrow!"


    Chi Ying interjected, "Shielding her from an arrow? You can claim that while she was alive, but now she''s dead, and you still dare to say you protected her? During the siege of Yanzhou, you interfered with her duties, causing her to be targeted by enemy arrows. Her survival was a miracle, and your injury was deserved!"


    Cui Xiang blushed, unable to respond, muttering, "Lies! Lies!"


    Chi Ying smiled. "Whether I''m lying can be verified by summoning the deputy commander and soldiers who were with her at Yanzhou''s eastern gate. Should I request His Majesty to issue an order to summon them?"


    Emperor Cui Yi cleared his throat, making Cui Xiang tremble. "No, no need..."


    The crowd outside booed, showing contempt.


    "But even so, Your Highness, there is no direct evidence that Prince killed Princess," Zheng Xingchuan cautiously added.


    Chi Ying glanced at him strangely. "I merely explained the arrow incident. When did I accuse Prince of killing Princess? Please continue, Princess."


    Zheng Xingchuan nodded awkwardly, thinking the Emperor had already judged Prince guilty, and they had to follow suit. However, conducting a public trial complicated matters. Public trust in the Ministry of Justice depended on fair trials.


    "I have evidence that someone pushed Greenping, and whether it was Prince can be verified." Cheng Feiyi motioned for the guards to uncover the body. Cui Xiang screamed and fell backward in horror.


    Cheng Feiyi mocked, "A grown man afraid of his wife''s corpse?"


    Cui Xiang was speechless. The guard uncovered part of the body, revealing a bruised arm.


    Cheng Feiyi pointed out the bruises. "These marks indicate a struggle before her death. According to our analysis, Princess fought with someone, who pushed her, causing her to fall and hit the cabinet fatally."


    Zheng Xingchuan nodded slowly. "So it was an accident?"


    Cheng Feiyi smirked. "It appears so."


    Zheng Xingchuan realized the implications. "Wait! If Princess struggled, wouldn''t she have made noise? Wouldn''t she have woken Prince or servants?"


    "Yes," Cheng Feiyi eyed the trembling Cui Xiang. "Prince said he was asleep. Did Princess not make any noise when attacked? Or did Prince ignore her cries out of indifference?"


    Cui Xiang was pale, unable to speak. Zheng Xingchuan struck the gavel. "Confess now!"


    Cui Xiang had no defense. Cheng Feiyi added, "Bring Prince''s hand to compare with the body."


    Guards approached, and Cui Xiang panicked, backing away.


    Emperor Cui Yi scoffed, "Didn''t you say you loved Greenping so much you''d rather die? Now you can''t even touch her?"


    Cui Xiang cowered, refusing to approach. At that moment, a guard rushed in. "Minister, Zhong Nian is shouting for justice, claiming to reveal the truth about Princess''s death."


    Cui Xiang turned pale, frozen in place. Zheng Xingchuan ordered, "Bring him here!"


    Zhong Nian was brought in, wearing shackles and dirty prison clothes. He knelt respectfully. "Criminal Zhong Nian greets His Majesty, Her Highness, and the ministers."


    "Do you know the truth behind Princess''s death?" Zheng Xingchuan asked.


    Zhong Nian nodded. "Yes, I dare not lie. My sister was indeed pushed by Prince, causing her fatal injury."


    The crowd gasped, even Chi Ying looked surprised.


    Cui Xiang screamed, "He lies! I didn''t kill her!"


    Zhong Nian calmly continued, "My sister was pushed by Prince, but it was because she attempted to assassinate him. In self-defense, Prince pushed her, leading to her accidental death."


    Cui Xiang was speechless.


    "You''re trying to exonerate Prince by defaming your own sister," Chi Ying accused.


    Zhong Nian retorted, "Do you have proof I''m lying? Do you have proof my sister tried to assassinate Prince?"


    Zhong Nian confidently replied, "Yes!"


    Chi Ying was taken aback. Zhong Nian explained, "When searching the room, did you notice a pair of scissors under the table? They were originally in the sewing basket in the bridal chamber. That night, my sister attempted to stab Prince with the scissors while he slept. However, Prince defended himself, pushing her away, which led to her fatal fall."

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    Zhong Nian faced the court boldly, awaiting further questioning.


    Zheng Xingchuan stroked his beard. "There was indeed a bloody pair of scissors in the room, but whose blood it is remains unknown. Your accusation based solely on the scissors seems hasty. Since you weren''t present, how can you be certain?"


    "I wasn''t there, but Prince told me what happened when I arrived," Zhong Nian replied.


    "So you only heard Prince''s version of events," Zheng Xingchuan noted. "Have you considered that Prince might have planted the scissors to exonerate himself? Would your sister really attempt to assassinate Prince?"


    Zhong Nian smiled sadly. "Greenping was always strong-willed. Our father indulged her, allowing her to go to Yanzhou to meet her ideal partner. However, she encountered obstacles and watched her love marry another woman."


    His revelation shocked everyone, especially when he hinted at jealousy and betrayal involving the Emperor''s closest generals.


    A minister asked, "Who was this person?"


    Zhong Nian shook his head. "Since that person is married, it''s futile to discuss further."


    The crowd felt frustrated, sensing he withheld crucial information.


    "Zhong Nian, you''re trying to clear Prince by maligning your sister," Chi Ying accused.


    Zhong Nian retorted, "Do you have proof I''m lying? Do you have proof my sister didn''t attempt to assassinate Prince?"


    Zhong Nian firmly stated, "Yes!"


    Chi Ying was momentarily stunned. Zhong Nian continued, "When the guards searched the room, they found the scissors under the table. Originally, they were in the sewing basket. That night, my sister planned to kill Prince with the scissors while he slept. However, Prince defended himself, pushing her away, which led to her fatal fall."


    To harm the relationship between a couple by speaking half-truths, causing three families to harbor resentment towards each other��how unethical is that!


    Sitting in her chair, Shi Ying also began to feel uneasy. She had once considered marrying Zhong L��ping to Yang Qiong, and Cui Yi had thought about marrying his sister to Xu Cheng, but both were already in love with others, so nothing came of it. She assumed that Zhong L��ping was not the type to hold grudges, but after hearing what Zhong Nian said today, she wasn''t so sure anymore. Could it be that Zhong L��ping really liked Yang Qiong? Otherwise, why would she bring up these old stories from Yan Prefecture to her brother?


    "His Highness liked L��ping and proposed marriage several times. When I mentioned it to L��ping, she never gave any response. One day, when I pressed her too hard, she got angry and said she was willing to marry His Highness. Only then did I request the Emperor to bestow the marriage. But the next day, when she went to the palace, she regretted it and denied ever agreeing."


    Zhong Nian turned his head and glared at Cui Yi, continuing, "But at that moment, the Emperor flew into a rage, accusing L��ping of treating her lifelong affair as a joke. Once she agreed, she couldn��t back out..."


    Cui Yi jumped up angrily, slamming the table: "What nonsense! When have I ever said such things! Don''t think you can slander me just because you are a descendant of a meritorious official. Slandering the Emperor is a crime punishable by death for nine generations!"


    Zhong Nian looked unconcerned: "Your Majesty will deny it anyway. Whether Your Majesty punishes me and my family doesn''t matter. Since this trial is being held in front of the citizens of the capital, I must speak the truth. If the Zhong family has to take the blame, even if we have the power to turn the world upside down, how can we compete with the Emperor''s authority? We will ultimately die, so I might as well say what needs to be said before I die, to clear L��ping''s name."


    Cui Yi was almost driven mad by him. It was clearly he who forced Zhong L��ping to agree to marry Cui Xiang, using some despicable means. If Zhong L��ping truly committed suicide, it was because she was driven to a dead end. Yet, he dared to bite back! Zhong Nian spoke of "taking the blame" in front of the Grand Justice of Dali Temple, the six ministers, and countless onlookers. If Cui Yi punished him, it could make people inside and outside the court believe he was a tyrant.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    "L��ping entered the palace that day. Although there were only four of us in the imperial study, Du Zhongquan was outside the door, along with the imperial guards, all of whom have ears. Whether L��ping actually said she regretted it or not can be verified," Shi Ying said coldly.


    "Of course, Her Highness has always been meticulous and would help cover up for the Emperor. Naturally, their mouths have been bought," Zhong Nian seemed determined to blacken them all, risking everything. With nearly a hundred lives of the Zhong family at stake, he gambled on whether officials and commoners would believe him.


    The most terrifying lies are not outright fabrications but mixtures of truth and falsehood. Zhong L��ping indeed did not want to marry Cui Xiang and planned to kill him with scissors. It was indeed an accident when Cui Xiang pushed her and caused her death. These key points were true, making Zhong Nian confident and composed. However, Shi Ying had no direct evidence proving Cui Xiang intentionally killed Zhong L��ping, and the situation changed again. Cui Xiang, who had almost lost hope, now seemed triumphant, his lips curling into a smile.


    Shi Ying wanted to denounce his nonsense but knew better than to lose her temper. As a superior, losing control would make subordinates think she was shamed into anger, which would benefit Zhong Nian more.


    She looked expectantly at Cheng Fengyi, but as a doctor, he could only conduct an autopsy. Without direct evidence of murder, Zhong Nian insisting it was an accident left her helpless.


    An unbearable silence fell over the hall. The six ministers exchanged nervous glances, afraid of becoming scapegoats. Zheng Xingchuan dared not speak but felt compelled to, looking at Cui Yi: "Perhaps... adjourn the session? I''ll look for more evidence on-site?"


    "That''s a good idea. My lord will surely find more evidence favorable to the Emperor," Zhong Nian mocked.


    Zheng Xingchuan was speechless: "You..." He couldn''t call for an adjournment now; it would seem like they were forging evidence.


    At this point, Shi Ying realized that while siblings, Zhong Nian''s tactics far surpassed Xie Yong''s. Before Shan Jian��s guidance, Xie Yong accomplished nothing, serving as a mere figurehead in the Wu����. But Zhong Nian managed to corner her and Cui Yi. Unfortunately, Shan Jian was dead, and Baili Zan had gone south on tour, leaving her without a quick-thinking ally.


    "L��ping was forced to marry His Highness by the Emperor, filled with resentment, and impulsively ended her life..."


    Before Zhong Nian could continue, a voice rang out like a bell: "Utter nonsense!"


    Upon hearing that voice, Zhong Nian froze in terror, unable to turn around.


    Everyone sitting behind the desks breathed a collective sigh of relief as the crowd parted, revealing the newcomer.


    It was none other than Zhong Nian and Zhong L��ping''s father, Jiangzhou Marquis Zhong Yuanshan, Cui Yi''s uncle!


    Dressed in riding attire, dust-covered, Zhong Yuanshan rushed from Jiangzhou, sweat pouring down his face. Pushing aside the guards, he stormed into the hall.


    As the first meritorious subject of the coup, Zhong Yuanshan enjoyed privileges such as not kneeling in the palace and dismounting at the gate of his residence. But upon entering the hall, he knelt immediately.


    Seeing this, Cui Yi knew he was uninvolved, feeling relieved. He said kindly, "Marquis, please rise."


    Zhong Yuanshan thanked him and stood up. Seeing his father, Zhong Nian shrank back, stuttering, "Father..." Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuanshan kicked him hard, sending him flying across the room, smashing the desk of the Minister of Works, scaring the elderly man half to death.


    "Traitor!" Zhong Yuanshan''s face turned purple with rage, his trembling finger pointing at Zhong Nian. "If L��ping hadn''t written home, I would still be kept in the dark by you two ignorant fools! Do you think the Zhong family can decide the fate of the empire alone? Who gave you the audacity to rebel!"


    The word "rebellion" sent shockwaves through the hall and the crowd outside, gasping collectively.


    The situation reversed again! Zhong Yuanshan''s arrival revealed a bigger secret. Did Zhong Nian plan to rebel? Was the Zhong family dissatisfied despite its dominance? Who did he intend to support? Cui Xiang?


    Cui Yi repeated slowly, "Rebellion... Marquis, you cannot make such accusations lightly. Your son plotting rebellion, and you didn''t know?"


    Zhong Yuanshan knelt again, pleading earnestly, "Your Majesty, had I known earlier, I would have strangled him in his cradle! This letter from L��ping, delivered secretly to Jiangzhou, revealed her plight. How could I believe my own son was capable of such treachery!"


    He took out a letter and presented it.


    The secretary took the letter and handed it to Cui Yi. After reading a few lines, Cui Yi frowned.


    Though Shi Ying hadn''t seen the content, Zhong Nian''s changing expression confirmed Zhong Yuanshan''s words.


    "I failed as a father and ask to be stripped of my titles and banished to Lingnan!" Zhong Yuanshan declared remorsefully.


    Zhong Nian spat blood, crying out, "Father!"


    Zhong Yuanshan roared, "Shut up! You''re not my son! For your own glory, you even drove your sister to suicide. I wish I had arrived earlier to save L��ping from your clutches!" He glared at Cui Xiang, who shrank back, terrified.


    After reading the letter, Cui Yi passed it to Zheng Xingchuan, who was equally shocked. Shi Ying asked, "Can I see it too?"


    "Not now, we can review it later," Cui Yi shook his head, signaling Zheng Xingchuan to continue. "Minister Zheng."


    Zheng Xingchuan hit the gavel, asking, "Marquis, rebellion is serious. Does the princess mention this in her letter?"


    Zhong Yuanshan sighed, "I received L��ping''s letter, learning she was coerced by my son under my name to marry Prince Jing. That night, I questioned my wife, who admitted conspiring with my son behind my back with the Ye and Xie families to support Prince Jing. After he ascended the throne, L��ping would be empress, and Xie Yuru would be concubine..."


    Before he finished, Cui Xiang, realizing the game was up, fell to the ground, kowtowing desperately: "Your Majesty, forgive me! Your Majesty, forgive me! It was all Zhong Nian''s doing, misleading me. I never intended to rebel! Please spare me!"


    Zhong Nian, abandoned by everyone, remained silent.


    "So, what happened to L��ping?" Cui Yi asked.


    Cui Xiang, sobbing, confessed, "Two nights ago, Zhong Nian discussed plans with the Ye and Xie families. I thought L��ping was asleep, but she overheard and tried to kill me. In a panic, I pushed her, and she hit the cabinet. I swear I didn''t mean to kill her! I loved her!"


    A chorus of boos erupted outside. Inside, the crowd reacted with various expressions, but all shared the same sentiment: How could brothers differ so much? Cui Yi fought for his love, yet his brother...


    "Fine, now we have witnesses, evidence, and confessions. The case is clear. Please, Your Majesty, pass judgment," Zheng Xingchuan said, contemplating retirement due to the day''s shocks.


    Cui Yi coldly responded, "Execute."

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    Zhong Nian, the mastermind behind the alliance and instigator of rebellion, was initially sentenced to immediate execution. But just as Zheng Xingchuan prepared to issue the order, Shi Ying raised her hand: "Wait!"


    "Your Majesty, Zhong Nian''s deceit and defamation warrant more than a simple execution. He publicly maligned the Emperor and me, even slandering his deceased sister. Such a heinous criminal deserves a harsher punishment," Shi Ying said sternly.


    Zheng Xingchuan asked, "What do you suggest, Your Highness?"


    Shi Ying stared at the kneeling Zhong Nian, saying coldly, "His tongue is quite eloquent. Let''s hook it and drag him through the city three times with a horse... Then hang him from the pillar in the market square until he dies in the sun, as a warning."


    Everyone shuddered at her words.


    "...to set an example."


    A minister protested, "Your Highness, isn''t that too cruel? The new Emperor should show mercy, or it might harm his reputation among the people."


    Shi Ying replied coolly, "Are you suggesting Zhong Nian doesn''t deserve such punishment? He deceived the Emperor, defied royal authority, and plotted rebellion. Even a thousand cuts wouldn''t be enough. Look back at history; has there ever been someone as lawless as Zhong Nian?"


    "The Analects say, ''Love and respect your parents, teach the people virtue, and lead by example.'' If we don''t punish severely, future generations will become reckless. Do you want a chaotic world where subjects disrespect their rulers?"


    The ministers were silenced but still opposed such cruelty. Ultimately, Cheng Fengyi intervened: "Zhong Nian deserves death, but the innocent citizens of the capital shouldn''t suffer. I suggest starting with cutting out his tongue, then executing him days later. Announce his crimes publicly to warn the people."


    Many agreed, preferring not to see bloody executions.


    Cui Yi approved: "Princess''s suggestion aligns with mine. Minister Zheng, proceed."


    "As Your Majesty wishes, I will follow," Shi Ying conceded, sitting back down.


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    Cui Yi looked conflicted, wanting to say something but hesitated. Cheng Fengyi subtly shook her head, signaling restraint.


    Zheng Xingchuan then sentenced Cui Xiang. Though he was a prince and Zhong L��ping''s death was accidental, his involvement in the conspiracy warranted punishment. Cui Yi decided his fate.


    Cui Yi sighed, looking at his trembling brother. They grew up together, and considering his mother''s wishes, he should show leniency. But Shi Ying had advocated for strict punishment of Zhong Nian, and denying her might cause resentment.


    "Strip Prince Jing of his title, remove him from the royal register, confiscate his property, and exile him forever from the capital."


    Cui Xiang cried bitterly, begging for mercy: "Please, Your Majesty, spare me! I repent! I swear by my mother''s name, if I ever rebel again, let heaven strike me down!"


    Cui Yi turned away, ordering the guards to drag him away.


    Zhong Yuanshan remained kneeling. Cui Yi sighed, "Marquis..."


    "I failed as a father, awaiting Your Majesty''s judgment," Zhong Yuanshan bowed.


    "You are my uncle, and punishing you would dishonor my late mother and L��ping. But I must set an example."


    Zhong Yuanshan accepted calmly: "Your Majesty''s kindness is deeply appreciated." Drawing his sword, he attempted suicide, shocking everyone. Guards rushed to stop him, but not before he inflicted a deep wound on his shoulder, blood spurting out, frightening many women outside.


    Cui Yi ordered, "Quickly summon the imperial physician!"


    Cheng Fengyi stepped forward, tearing open Zhong Yuanshan''s clothes and pressing a cloth to the wound.


    Cui Yi, reassured by Cheng Fengyi''s expertise, relaxed. Zheng Xingchuan announced, "This trial is adjourned," and requested the Emperor and Empress withdraw.


    Standing by the pond, Shi Ying watched the dying lotuses. Despite midsummer, most had withered.


    "Why stand here alone?" Cui Yi joined her.


    "Just admiring the flowers," Shi Ying smiled faintly.


    Observing her expression, Cui Yi saw no signs of displeasure. Still, he worried about her sudden change in demeanor, especially her unusually harsh suggestion.


    "Are you angry with me?" he asked hesitantly.


    Shi Ying leaned against the railing: "Did you disagree with my proposal to punish Zhong Nian heavily?"


    "No, I understand your intentions. But Minister Fang had a point. Harsh punishments might frighten officials and commoners, leading to worse outcomes," Cui Yi explained.


    Shi Ying remained silent, staring at the water.


    Cui Yi sighed: "But seeing you propose such a severe punishment surprised me. It''s unlike you."


    Shi Ying smiled: "Is it wrong that I''m no longer weak and merciful? Would you prefer I stayed soft-hearted?"


    Cui Yi chuckled: "No, I feared your kindness would harm you. But today''s display shocked me."


    Shi Ying whispered, "Some things need to be said. Speaking openly might be better."


    Realizing her intent, Cui Yi understood��rumors spread about him being controlled by Shi Ying. By opposing her publicly, it dispelled such notions.


    "Did you know?" Cui Yi asked softly.


    Shi Ying looked puzzled: "Know what?"


    Cui Yi sighed: "Never mind."


    Cheng Ying felt increasingly confused, "What exactly are you referring to? I just don��t want people to say that you listen to everything I say. Of course, I want to give you a chance to prove yourself in public."


    Cui Yi couldn''t laugh nor cry, feeling both moved and heartbroken. He couldn''t help but pull her into his embrace, saying with emotion, "You have sacrificed so much for me, yet there is so little I can do for you."


    "There��s no such thing," Cheng Ying raised her head, stroking his face, smiling, "I��ve already gotten everything I wanted."


    But then she couldn''t help but feel somewhat melancholic, "It''s a pity about Lu Ping..."


    Cui Yi also expressed his regret, "Everyone has their own destiny. Lu Ping is already dead. No matter how sad or upset we are, it won��t change anything. Fortunately, she didn��t die unjustly. We can discuss how to posthumously honor her with my second uncle after he recovers from his injuries."


    Cheng Ying silently nodded, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.


    This intelligent, graceful, and dignified woman ultimately failed to fulfill her dream of marrying a general. Perhaps it was fate that she wasn''t destined for such fortune. If heaven were merciful, she hoped that in the next life, she could achieve her dreams without being embroiled in so much helplessness.

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    Zhong Nian tried to conceal the truth but was exposed by his own father. With charges of deceiving the emperor, disrespecting him, and attempting rebellion, Zhong Nian had committed three major crimes, which would have been enough to warrant the extermination of the entire Zhong family. However, Cui Yi did not intend to go that far.


    "I have been on the throne for less than a year, and it is not appropriate to start with executions. Besides, the Zhong family once contributed to protecting the throne. How can we punish everyone indiscriminately?" After the court session, Cui Yi summoned several senior ministers to the imperial study to discuss how to handle the Zhong family affair.


    Minister Fang bowed and said, "Your Majesty is truly benevolent, which is rare. But if we don''t severely punish the Zhong family, what will happen if other meritorious officials follow suit?"


    Minister Li, standing beside him, disagreed, "There aren��t many people who want to rebel. Zhong Nian is merely a greedy and shortsighted child, not worth fearing. Moreover, Zhong Yuanshan was kept in the dark and truly unaware. Princess Yanhe has already died tragically. If Your Majesty punishes the Zhong family further, how will the people view Your Majesty?"


    The ministers were divided into two camps: one advocating for severe punishment and the other for leniency. They argued back and forth, citing classics and historical precedents, growing red-faced. Cui Yi simply held his ginseng tea, watching them silently.


    Once the ministers were exhausted from arguing, he finally spoke, "From what you all have said, it boils down to one principle��compassion for their situation but punishment for their crime. Am I right?"


    All the ministers bowed together, "Your Majesty is wise."


    "Then let me share my thoughts with you. Would you like to hear them?"


    "We are all ears!"


    Cui Yi handed his empty teacup to Du Zhongquan and said, "Zhong Nian incited Prince Jing to rebel, and although Zhong Yuanshan was unaware, as a father, he bears some responsibility for failing to educate his son. Strip him of his title as Marquis of Jiangzhou and bring him to the capital to train troops under me. This is still within his expertise. Remove the horse monument at the Zhong residence. His wife, Lady Zhang, was an accomplice in the rebellion and should be executed according to law. But considering she is Princess Yanhe''s mother and has supported her husband and children for over twenty years, I will spare her life. She will be demoted to commoner status, and her relatives will be permanently barred from entering the palace or the court."


    "The Xie and Ye families have long harbored disloyal intentions. Effective immediately, revoke Queen Xie''s title and send the men to Lingnan to serve as slaves to the Nuosuo people. The women will be assigned to the music bureau. Anyone who resists will be punished with collective punishment��anyone who rebels will see their entire family executed."


    Minister Fang cautiously asked, "After Your Majesty recalls General Zhong to the capital, what position do you plan to assign him?"


    Cui Yi rested his cheek on his hand and casually replied, "Assign him a minor position, perhaps fourth or fifth rank. It won��t be higher than any of your hats, so you can rest assured."


    Several ministers from three dynasties present blushed awkwardly, stuttering and unsure of what to say.


    Baili Zan watched the scene with amusement, but unexpectedly, Cui Yi called him out, "What do you think, Minister Baili?"


    "Your Majesty, I believe your handling of the situation is perfect," Baili Zan said with a teasing smile. "Balancing mercy and severity, this aligns perfectly with Your Majesty��s reputation as a wise ruler." He winked��was this another suggestion from Her Highness?


    Cui Yi took the teacup with his right hand, shaking his head indifferently��not entirely.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    In fact, Cheng Ying had suggested sending Zhong Yuanshan to Liangzhou to guard for three to five years before recalling him to his original position, stripping him only of his title while retaining his salary. This way, it would silence the ministers and give Zhong Yuanshan a chance to serve loyally��especially since Ji Jie was still somewhere in the northwest.


    Cheng Ying��s idea was to gradually distance the Zhong family from the royal house, letting them become an ordinary family. However, Cui Yi had different plans. Bringing Zhong Yuanshan to the capital reduced his official rank but elevated his status. Who would dare disrespect the emperor��s uncle under the emperor��s nose? This was effectively protecting Zhong Yuanshan��s life.


    After the ministers left, Baili Zan asked, "Your Majesty, given that the former emperor fled to the northwest and entered Liangzhou territory but disappeared, why not send General Zhong to clear out the rebels and redeem himself?"


    "Cheng Ying and you have the same idea, thinking Zhong Yuanshan should be sent to Liangzhou," Cui Yi rubbed his rough chin thoughtfully. "But have you considered that Second Uncle is past fifty? If he goes into battle again, I fear he might not survive until victory."


    Baili Zan nodded, "That��s true, but old horses still aspire to gallop thousands of miles. Perhaps General Zhong hopes to continue serving Your Majesty on the battlefield. Why not ask him directly before making a decision?"


    But Cui Yi firmly refused, "No, I have made up my mind. There��s no need to discuss it further."


    Baili Zan was surprised, finding the emperor almost unrecognizable. He couldn��t help but ask, "May I be so bold as to ask, what is Your Majesty��s intention behind this arrangement?"


    Cui Yi raised his last two fingers, saying meaningfully, "I have two reasons. One, as I mentioned earlier, I don��t want to see Second Uncle die in Liangzhou. I believe my mother wouldn��t want that either. And the second reason..."


    Baili Zan saw a familiar bloodthirsty look in his eyes and instantly understood.


    "I will lead the expedition myself."


    Leading an expedition was easier said than done. Throughout history, founding emperors established their reigns on horseback, but later generations rarely ventured onto the battlefield��those who did usually did so to boost morale, wearing armor but needing protection. Some even viewed it as causing trouble.


    But Cui Yi was different. He grew up on horseback, becoming emperor when he wore the dragon robe and a general when he put on armor. With veteran generals retiring and young talents emerging, none could match this young emperor in martial prowess.


    The news of the new emperor leading the expedition spread first through the court, then to the common folk, and finally reached Cheng Ying through Nian Jiaojiao.


    Upon hearing the news, Cheng Ying paused her embroidery momentarily, then resumed as if nothing had happened.


    Nian Jiaojiao noticed her lack of reaction and tugged at her sleeve, "Your Highness, why aren��t you saying anything? Is it true? Is His Majesty really going to lead the expedition?"


    Cheng Ying smiled, "This is a matter for the court. If you want to know the truth, you should ask General Xu. Why come to me for answers?"


    Nian Jiaojiao pouted, grumbling, "Yuanke tells me nothing, saying I��m too young and talk nonsense."


    Cheng Ying laughed, patting her head, "You��re sixteen now, but you still act like a child. No wonder General Xu treats you like one."


    Nian Jiaojiao huffed proudly, "If you won��t tell me, fine. In a couple of years, I��ll be taller than him, and I��ll call him a kid."


    Cheng Ying chuckled again, but then felt a pang of sorrow. She sighed, "Sometimes, men keep things from you not because they look down on you or distrust you, but because they want to protect you. Do you understand?"


    Nian Jiaojiao looked up at the ceiling, "He looks down on me, treating me like a kid."


    "In a few years, you��ll understand," Cheng Ying said wistfully, gazing out the window.


    Six years.


    Time seemed to pass quickly, and only in her dreams did Cheng Ying realize that in two months, it would be the day Cui Yi died at Bai Long Gang in the previous life.


    What should she do? Should she tell him? In the second year of Cheng Guang, October will be your death date. If you don��t want to die, stay away and do nothing.


    Since her rebirth, she had changed many things, but some were beyond her control. For example, Cui Huan��s death was inevitable, occurring within a year of Ji Jie��s ascension. Even though she had altered the timeline significantly, the tragedy couldn��t be avoided.


    And what about Cui Yi? Could he escape his fate at Bai Long Gang?


    Cheng Ying felt an unprecedented fear of the unknown future. Initially, she relied on Cui Yi to survive, but now, their bond transcended mere romantic love. If he died, she wouldn��t be able to live alone in this world.


    At night, after their intimate encounter, Cui Yi yawned, ready to sleep, but Cheng Ying climbed onto his chest, "Ying Rong."


    Cui Yi smiled lazily, asking, "Still not enough?"


    "Are you going to Liangzhou?"


    Cui Yi��s smile froze, but he didn��t deny it, "Yes."


    "When?"


    "Don��t worry, I won��t be gone long. I��ll return before the New Year. This battle must be fought, even if you disagree."


    Cheng Ying shook her head gently, "I��m not trying to stop you. I want to go with you."


    Cui Yi was taken aback, "What did you say?"


    "I want to go with you. I don��t care about being Empress or Consort. I just want to be with you."


    Cui Yi��s heart was struck by her words, feeling a mix of sweetness and bitterness. Words, expressions, or actions seemed inadequate to describe his emotions.


    "To live together or die together, this is the ultimate love."


    "Why are you suddenly saying this?" Cui Yi hastily gathered his thoughts as Cheng Ying began to sob uncontrollably on his chest. "Don��t cry, why are you crying?"


    In her previous life, Wu Wang Cui Ying Rong was just a symbol, but in this life, he surpassed her parents and siblings, becoming the most important person in her life. Losing him was more unbearable than losing her family.


    Thinking of him dying on the battlefield, pierced by spears or decapitated by swords, the pain felt real. When he fell, horses would trample his body, mud and blood mixing...


    Rough fingers wiped her tears. Cui Yi sat up, holding her tightly, wrapping them both in the blanket. Though it was summer, it gave a sense of security. Cheng Ying leaned against his solid chest, comforted by the warmth, and gradually calmed down, ceasing her tears.


    "Feeling better?" Cui Yi wiped the tears from her eyelashes, "Why are you crying like a child when I mention leading the expedition? You never reacted this way before."

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    Cui Yi wiped the tears from her eyelashes, "Why are you crying like a child when I mention leading the expedition? You never reacted this way before."


    Cheng Ying silently shook her head, unable to tell him about the past. If Ji Jie died, those memories would remain buried forever.


    She persisted, "Take me with you!"


    Cui Yi frowned, conflicted. Emotionally, he didn��t want to part from her, but rationally, he knew it was impossible. Not only was the battlefield dangerous, but��


    "No, you can��t go. You need to stay here, watch over the court, and protect the empire."


    Cheng Ying stubbornly shook her head, "Take me with you. I don��t care about being Empress or Consort. I just want to be with you." Her eyes welled up with tears again.


    Cui Yi had never denied her wishes before, but this time, he was resolute, "Think about Nian and Hao. What will happen if we both leave? Nian used to cling to Lu Ping. Now that Lu Ping is dead, you leaving will make her even sadder."


    Cheng Ying sniffed, forcing back her tears. Seeing her distress, Cui Yi held her tighter, "I seldom lose battles, but I can��t guarantee victory. Liangzhou borders Ba Bian and Cha Cha, and the Beidi tribes are eyeing us. With Guo Ziyang by my brother��s side, if I fall into a trap, you following me would mean your death too. Hao is not even two years old. How can he rule alone in the palace?"


    "But if I stay, how can I help him? The ministers consider me a traitor��s daughter. If you don��t return, I can��t hold the court together."


    Cui Yi said firmly, "I��ve thought this through. Alone, you can��t control those old ministers. I��ve arranged for people to stay in the capital. You have military power and allies in the court. You won��t be defenseless."


    Cheng Ying felt a mix of emotions, touched by his planning, but also wondering if he planned to die.


    Cui Yi laughed, "As long as I have breath, I��ll return. What are you thinking?"


    Cheng Ying pouted, "Who are you leaving behind? From our former generals, you��ll take two and leave one. Dai Laojiang��s sons are reliable, but what about the strategist? Will you take Minister Baili?"


    "No, if I take him, there will be no one to speak for you in court. Minister Baili must stay. I��ll take Yuanke and Zhonghang. Recently, Wang Shi became pregnant, and I considered replacing Zhonghang, but he��s been with me the longest and understands my intentions without explanation. So, he��ll accompany me. You and the princess need to look after Wang Shi."


    Cheng Ying agreed to care for Wang Shi but worried about leaving Baili behind, "If Master Shan were alive, he��d be ideal, but since he��s gone, Baili is the best strategist. Without him, I can��t be reassured."You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Cui Yi dismissed her concern, "I��ve won battles without him before. Can��t I win this one without him?"


    After much discussion, Cheng Ying insisted on taking Baili, threatening to confront Guo Mao herself. Cui Yi relented.


    Cui Yi added, "Gong Qi is also capable, but I��m leaving him behind as a prince consort. He can easily enter the palace with the princess to consult you. However, Gong Qi is too gentle. If the ministers challenge you, he might not defend you well. Therefore, I��ve left you a protective talisman."


    "What protective talisman?" Cheng Ying asked, puzzled.


    Cui Yi smiled mischievously, "Guess. Aren��t you supposed to be clever enough to figure it out?"


    Cheng Ying laughed, "When did I ever say you weren��t smart? Isn��t it thanks to me that you��re like this now?"


    "All your doing, hmm?" Cui Yi tickled her, and they rolled around laughing until she cried for mercy.


    Cheng Ying wiped her eyes, having choked on her laughter.


    Cui Yi hovered above her, smiling, "I��ve left a decree. Whenever you feel overwhelmed, read it publicly."


    Cheng Ying blinked in surprise��what kind of decree could help her in such a situation? It couldn��t be a decree promoting her to Empress.


    "Also, if necessary, you can appoint your brother as a censorial official in my name. Censors can criticize even the emperor and are immune to execution. He and his mother rely on you for survival and will support you fiercely."


    Cheng Ying nodded absentmindedly, wondering about the decree.


    Internally, she hoped never to use it, but soon after Cui Yi��s expedition left, the court descended into chaos. Ministers quarreled, impeaching each other, taking advantage of the emperor��s absence and the perceived weakness of the Empress Dowager.


    Little Cui Hao, however, showed remarkable composure, sitting calmly on his throne amidst the noisy debates. Yang Qiong, as expected, couldn��t compete with the older ministers and was sweating profusely, unable to contribute.


    Cheng Ying sighed deeply behind the pearl curtain, facing the tumultuous court.


    When Head commanded Xiaoqiu, "Go fetch the jade box from beside my bed," Xiaoqiu dashed off and returned swiftly. Inside the hall, the crowd was still in a heated debate. Chi Ying retrieved the imperial edict and stood up, saying, "Ministers, please pause for a moment; I have an imperial edict left by His Majesty." No one outside paid any attention to her. She raised her voice again, but still no one responded. Du Zhongquan anxiously stamped his foot, shouting, "Her Highness has an imperial edict to read! Be silent!" One of the ministers sneered, "Matters of state are too significant to be interfered with by a eunuch!" Du Zhongquan was instantly enraged, about to retort when he saw Xiao Cui Hao lift his ball and hurl it forward. It hit a leading civil minister''s thigh with a thud. The man was startled, and the surrounding people quieted down. In moments, the great hall fell into silence. Chi Ying sighed inwardly, thinking that in critical times, her son was indeed reliable. She handed the edict to Du Zhongquan. "By the mandate of heaven, the emperor decrees..." The content of the edict stunned everyone present, including Chi Ying herself. The edict left by Cui Yi promoted Zhong Yuanshan, who served as Deputy Minister of War, to General of Cavalry, a third-rank position equivalent to the Minister of Personnel. In the absence of Grand Tutors or Grand Guardians, he ranked just below Crown Prince Cui Hao and the two provincial secretaries. Moreover, inside the jade box were tokens to mobilize three out of twelve capital guards��tokens which only Cui Yi himself, the Minister of War, and Longwu Guard Commander Yang Qiong held. Now, one was being given to Zhong Yuanshan. Immediately someone shouted, "This is against protocol! According to ancestral rules, the Divine Might, Loyal Sky, and Golden Eagle Guards have always answered directly to the emperor. How can you openly give military tokens to relatives? Is the Ji family��s empire to change its name to Zhong today?" Yang Qiong angrily replied, "Nonsense! If not for the emperor foreseeing your chaos after his departure, how could this happen?" His voice was soon drowned out by the clamor. Some officials supported Cui Yi''s decision, but they were low-ranking and couldn''t compete with the influential ministers. Chi Ying instructed Du Zhongquan to summon Zhong Yuanshan while she took a deep breath and shouted, "Be silent!" Just as she finished, Xiao Cui Hao echoed, "Silent!" A child barely over a year old didn��t understand what "silent" meant but mimicked his mother, albeit unclearly and somewhat hoarsely. Despite this, as the prince and a member of the Cui family, the ministers had to show respect, gradually falling silent. "You all have sharp tongues but where are your strategies to defeat the rebels in the northwest? The emperor has been gone less than half a month, yet you disrupt the court with loud voices, disrespectful and unbecoming!" Chi Ying rarely scolded people, but having been empress, her reprimand silenced them. Feeling slightly relieved, she continued, "Though the emperor is absent, the crown prince remains! The ancestors of the Cui clan are watching! How dare you act so boldly! All of you, educated and talented, should focus on governing the country instead of bullying a woman and a child under this banner of righteousness! You mock eunuchs, yet they understand propriety better than you. Are you even men?" With Zhong Yuanshan arriving and holding the military token, the agitated ministers had no choice but to submit. Within just half a month, things had gotten so chaotic. What would happen next? Chi Ying pressed her temples in worry. Come back quickly, she silently called out to Cui Yi, don''t abandon us orphans and widows!

 I can鈥檛 lose you

    While Chi Ying was preoccupied with court affairs, Cui Yi on his march faced his own challenges. Clearing remnants of Cui Jie''s forces had long been planned but delayed due to various reasons, primarily logistical issues. However, Bai Lianzan prepared meticulously, focusing on intelligence gathering around Liangzhou. Based on reports from spies deployed over six months, Cui Yi gained comprehensive insights into Liangzhou''s situation. After reaching Liangzhou, Cui Jie bypassed it and entered the territory of the Humongtore people, marrying a princess there and using them as leverage to connect with other kingdoms like Bazhou and Chacha, establishing a foothold in the northwest. Reports in June mentioned Humongtore cavalry harassing Liangzhou civilians, avoiding direct conflict with Liangzhou troops. Some speculated this was Cui Jie testing the waters, suggesting a strong response. However, due to internal strife and external threats, the national treasury was nearly empty. Coupled with reduced grain yields, Cui Yi postponed the expedition until after the autumn harvest. News of the capital''s activities reached Western Regions. Guo Mao, acting on Cui Jie''s orders, twisted facts before the Humongtore kings, blaming Han Zhui for past grievances and framing Cui Yi for the Maquan Pass incident. With Huerhana dead, Guo Mao fabricated stories, convincing these countries to ally with Cui Jie against the central plains. Both sides prepared for war, ready to destroy each other. At the border town of Yucheng between Fengzhou and Liangzhou, Bai Lianzan briefed accompanying generals on Liangzhou and Western Region situations, exhausting himself. Meanwhile, Cui Yi sat idly, playing with a brocade pouch, lost in thought. "...thus, I believe this is currently the most effective strategy," Bai Lianzan concluded. Generals nodded or asked questions, agreeing on a plan, awaiting their commander''s approval. Cui Yi seemed distracted. Bai Lianzan coughed loudly, snapping Cui Yi back to reality. Seeing him, Bai Lianzan grimaced, "Your Majesty, I''m done speaking." Cui Yi nodded, "Oh." Generals sweat-dropped. Realizing his lapse, Cui Yi asked, "What did you say just now?" Bai Lianzan repeated his earlier words. Cui Yi agreed, adding some adjustments to troop deployments. Bai Lianzan conceded, "In terms of military strategy, Your Majesty surpasses me." "I''m only good at warfare," Cui Yi said woodenly, "let me feel proud for a moment." Bai Lianzan chuckled, others joining in. Then Cui Yi added, "Mr. Bai, your voice sounds hoarse. The northwest is dry and cold. Unlike the generals, take care of yourself to avoid illness." Bai Lianzan��s veins bulged, thinking his sore throat was from repeating himself. After strategic discussions, generals departed. Seeing Cui Yi still engrossed with the pouch, Bai Lianzan smiled, "Did Her Highness make this for you?" Cui Yi''s lips curled, "Yes." "The embroidery is unique, neither dragons nor phoenixes, nor mandarin ducks," Bai Lianzan examined it, "Are those lotuses? Or perhaps intertwined branches?" Cui Yi proudly declared, "It''s angelica!" Bai Lianzan stammered, "Does Your Majesty know... what angelica is used for?" Cui Yi firmly stated, "Chi Ying said angelica means ''should return,'' praying for my early triumph." Bai Lianzan was speechless, deciding not to reveal its medicinal use. "Chi Ying also placed something valuable inside, saying if you encounter an unsolvable situation, open it!" Cui Yi��s eyes sparkled. Bai Lianzan exclaimed, "Her Highness is mighty!" Cui Yi inspected the pouch repeatedly, resisting the urge to open it per Chi Ying''s instructions. "Why hasn''t anything happened yet?" Bai Lianzan gave up, leaving to avoid becoming as distracted as the emperor. Leaving Yucheng, the army entered Liangzhou. Soon, the Humongtore Sand Demon Cavalry attacked Yangming Pass. Since Han Zhui��s death, Liangzhou lacked leadership, with two commanders fighting for power, weakening defenses. Humongtore allied with Bazhou and Chacha, forming a coalition of sixty thousand troops to support Cui Jie. Cui Yi assembled a hundred thousand soldiers, aiming to crush the rebellion. But before engaging, a sudden plague struck. Plagues weren''t uncommon during wars, especially in summer. Corpses attracted scavengers spreading disease. Despite precautions taken by Cui Yi, the plague broke out. Cao Qian survived the previous epidemic, escaping infection this time, but Bai Lianzan wasn��t so lucky. Initially weak and sore-throated, he soon developed a high fever, immune to treatments. Nearly twenty percent of the camp fell ill, causing fear and unrest. "Your Majesty! Don''t go in!" Guards failed to stop Cui Yi from entering. Doctors and Xu Cheng rose to block him. Cui Yi waved them off, "I��ve had the plague before, I��m immune. How��s Mr. Bai?" The doctor lamented, "Still burning, nothing works." Cui Yi approached the bed. Bai Lianzan looked gaunt, barely conscious. Cui Yi tried calling him, seeing his eyelids flutter. Recognizing him, Bai Lianzan tried speaking. Xu Cheng leaned closer but couldn��t understand. Cui Yi pushed him aside, listening intently. Xu Cheng guessed, "He seems to be calling for his mother?" The doctor sighed, "Perhaps ancestors are calling him." "Rubbish!" Cui Yi snapped, silencing them. Finally understanding, Cui Yi remembered Chi Ying��s advice. He fetched the brocade pouch, pulling out a note filled with text��a prescription. Handing it to the doctor, "Is this for the plague?" The doctor beamed, "It seems so! I��ll prepare it immediately!" Hearing this, Bai Lianzan relaxed, closing his eyes. Cui Yi slapped his forehead, "I should have remembered sooner." Xu Cheng comforted, "Not too late." Cui Yi sighed deeply, feeding Bai Lianzan water. "Xu Ke, leave in case you get infected," Cui Yi ordered. Xu Cheng confidently refused, "I��m strong, never sick. This minor plague won��t harm me." Relieved, Cui Yi instructed, "Help prepare the medicine. If effective, distribute it quickly." Xu Cheng agreed, leaving. Cui Yi stayed, murmuring, "Hold on, Mr. Bai. I��ve already lost one strategist; I can��t lose you."If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

 thirty military rods

    Every phenomenon has a cause. Thanks to Chi Ying, Bai Lianzan recovered. As he recuperated, Cao Qian investigated the plague''s origin. Initially hindered by incapacitated patients, now with treatment, patients improved, providing clues. Bai Lianzan questioned the first patient, discovering he bought a pearl necklace cheaply in Yucheng. ��Do you still have the necklace?�� Bai Lianzan asked. Searching revealed it missing. The soldier panicked, suspecting theft. Bai Lianzan assured, "The thief must be among the sick. We��ll find it. But burn it to prevent infecting your family." The soldier reluctantly agreed. Outside, Cao Qian suggested interrogating all infected. Bai Lianzan disagreed, "They won��t admit it. Pearl necklaces are rare; even knowing the danger, they��d hide it." "Then what do we do?" Cao Qian asked. Bai Lianzan smiled, "Easy. Follow my plan." Half an hour later, Cao Qian rode through camp, shouting, "His Majesty lost a red jade dragon pendant. Whoever returns it will be spared; otherwise, execution!" Soldiers gathered, curious. Finding nothing, Cao Qian ordered a search. Knowing there was no real pendant, the thief remained unsuspecting. Soon, a guard found the pearl necklace. Stunned soldiers realized the trick. Cao Qian pointed to the crowd, identifying a single pair of alarmed eyes. Pointing, he ordered, "Seize him!" Guards caught the burly soldier trying to flee. Holding the necklace, Cao Qian demanded, "What��s this?" The soldier struggled, lying, "A gift for my wife." "Actually, it caused the plague," Cao Qian said, "As the owner, you��re responsible."


    You have come to take responsibility for this plague. Guards, drag him out and behead him!"


    The soldier was so terrified that he wet his pants and quickly changed his statement, claiming the necklace was not his and had nothing to do with him. After further interrogation by Cao Qian, the man admitted that he had stolen the necklace, repeatedly kowtowing and apologizing. Following Bai Lian''s instructions, Cao Qian sentenced him to thirty military rods and sent him to the nearest county for detention.


    "To contract a plague, one must either come into contact with an infected person or with objects used by someone who is sick."


    After identifying the source of the epidemic and punishing the thief in the army, Bai Lian reported the details and results to Cui Yi: "According to Chen Erzhu''s account, the seller of the necklace was a masked and gloved merchant from the Humonto tribe. The Humonto people live in the desert, where both men and women wear veils. However, there is no need for such attire in Yucheng, which has neither sandstorms nor the necessity for gloves. In my opinion, this person must know that the original owner of the pearl necklace had contracted the plague, perhaps even died from it, and deliberately sold the item cheaply to a soldier to spread the plague within the camp."


    Cui Yi leaned forward, interlocking his fingers under his chin, his tone heavy: "A Humonto merchant..."


    Xu Cheng was livid: "It must be that Guo Ziyang playing tricks! To think of such a vicious scheme, too cowardly to fight us head-on, resorting to underhanded methods behind our backs! When we catch him, everyone will take a stab at him, flaying him alive!"


    Cao Qian hesitated: "We can''t be certain it''s his scheme. Using a plague to harm others doesn''t align with his usual tactics..."Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    "Indeed, it doesn''t seem like something Guo Ziyang would do," Bai Lian agreed. "Last year, back in the capital, Her Majesty once told me about Guo Ziyang''s character. He is very smooth-talking, adept at navigating among officials, always leaving room for compromise and never going too far. Such a ruthless plot does not fit his style; it seems more like Fu Zhi''s past actions."


    Suddenly, Cui Yi coughed loudly, interrupting him. Bai Lian looked puzzled, but Cui Yi changed the subject: "Regardless of who did it, we narrowly escaped this time. We cannot let our guard down in the future. They can think of using plagues to harm us, and they will surely come up with even more sinister plans. We must be vigilant."


    Though Bai Lian didn''t understand why Cui Yi interrupted him, he complied: "Your Majesty is right. I will send out more spies to gather information." With Cui Yi''s nod, he left the tent.


    At the mention of Shan Jian''s name by Bai Lian, Xu Cheng, who had been passionately denouncing earlier, suddenly turned pale, looking as if he were constipated. Seeing this, Cao Qian couldn''t help but ask, "Why do you look so bad? Are you also infected? Go see the military doctor immediately!"


    Xu Cheng found it awkward to explain and mumbled as he left. Cao Qian was perplexed: "What''s wrong with Yuan Ke?"


    "Perhaps he''s ill," Cui Yi remarked ambiguously.


    Several days later, the two armies clashed at Liangzhou''s Batai Plain. The Anti-Rebellion Army had more troops and superior weapons, but over half of the allied forces were cavalry, giving them an advantage on the plains. The battle lasted from noon until dusk, ending with both sides retreating to their camps for dinner.


    In the command tent, Cui Yi urgently convened a meeting to discuss the allied forces'' unique cavalry unit.


    Countries in the Western Regions are founded in oases amidst deserts, where besides horses, camels are commonly used as mounts. However, these animals, known as "ships of the desert," had never been employed in combat before. Although Bai Lian had learned about the allied forces'' camel cavalry, he could not effectively analyze their combat capabilities or propose countermeasures. As a result, they nearly suffered a significant defeat in the first battle.


    Camels, accustomed to living in arid areas with extreme temperature fluctuations, are incredibly strong, capable of carrying heavy loads better than horses, unafraid of sandstorms, taller, and larger in size. Mounted on camels, cavalry could easily knock people down and deliver lethal blows with their hooves.


    Generals initially thought camels were too cumbersome to run fast or turn as nimbly as horses. Only after experiencing their power firsthand did they realize their mistake and avoid direct confrontation, opting instead to maneuver around. This psychological disadvantage affected their morale, making them feel inferior despite the battle being a draw.


    Bai Lian cautiously suggested: "While camels are immensely powerful, large animals often have weaknesses. Perhaps we could send a team to attack their undersides. If we cut open their bellies, I doubt they could continue fighting."


    "But camels are incredibly strong. People might get knocked away before they even get close," a general noted fearfully.


    Another proposed: "Since they used plagues against us, we could try poisoning their food or water supply. Whether it''s poison or laxatives, anything to incapacitate them."


    This suggestion was rejected by Cui Yi: "Camels can survive without food or water for three to four days in the desert. Besides, most of the terrain here consists of grasslands. Camels mostly graze locally, making it difficult to poison their food. Poisoning the water sources would harm our own horses first. It''s not feasible."


    Numerous suggestions were discussed, but none were practical or beneficial. No effective solution was reached.


    The next day, the Anti-Rebellion Army avoided direct confrontation with the camel cavalry, focusing instead on the horse cavalry. Casualties decreased slightly, but the problem wasn''t fundamentally resolved. Even Cui Yi faced dangerous situations, barely escaping thanks to his bodyguards. Post-battle casualty counts revealed 1,600 seriously injured and nearly ten thousand lightly wounded, with almost a third injured by camel attacks. Morale plummeted, and even the usually confident Cui Yi felt overwhelmed by the overwhelming advantage of the enemy''s cavalry.

 Even if he was the chosen one, she would defy destiny and make him taste revenge

    The front-line reports were rushed back to the capital. Empress Dowager Chiying felt relieved her prediction about the plague was correct but worried about how to counter the formidable camel cavalry.


    As the battle approached the White Dragon Ridge, the amount of useful information she could provide diminished. Six years ago, Bai Lian died of illness in Ganzhou, forcing Cui Yi to retreat northwest, only to be trapped and defeated at White Dragon Ridge by Cui Jie''s forces.


    Six years later, the decisive moment was approaching. Though roles had reversed, Cui Jie remained a formidable adversary with support from countries like the Humonto and Guo Mao. The camel cavalry alone posed a significant challenge to the Anti-Rebellion Army. Chiying had to admit he seemed to be blessed by fate.


    But so what? Even if he was the chosen one, she would defy destiny and make him taste revenge.


    Chiying summoned all generals who had fought in the Western Regions, regardless of age, to inquire about camels'' strengths and weaknesses. However, the generals knew little more than she did. Dai Zhinan, who had served in Liangzhou, spoke mainly about camels'' transportation advantages, unable to identify any weaknesses.


    Dai Zhinan''s younger son, Dai Jing, proposed: "If we can''t defeat the camels, why not acquire some ourselves to replace horses? While this won''t guarantee victory, it gives us a fighting chance. Even just to tie down the enemy would be helpful."


    Zhong Yuanshan frowned: "This idea must have occurred to His Majesty, but acquiring enough camels quickly is difficult. Most are used for cargo transport and lack combat training. They might panic and harm our own soldiers. Moreover, we lack experienced camel riders, and falling off such tall animals isn''t trivial."


    Dai Jing, young and eager, showed no fear and volunteered: "With Your Majesty''s permission, I will take responsibility for this task."


    The Dai family had been loyal to Cui Yi for over a decade. Impressed by Dai Jing''s courage, Chiying agreed: "If you''re willing, it''s a blessing for our troops, His Majesty, and the nation. I entrust you with this task. Inform me of any needs or difficulties."Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Dai Jing knelt in gratitude. "Training camels takes time. Please write to His Majesty, asking him to delay the allied forces'' attacks temporarily. I will do my utmost to train a camel cavalry for the Great Chu."


    Chiying entrusted the task to Dai Jing but still monitored progress. Dai Jing, barely over twenty, exhibited leadership qualities. Armed with Chiying''s token, he selected five hundred sturdy cavalrymen and purchased nearly a hundred camels from Western merchants. Training progressed well, showing promising results within a month.


    During a visit with Princess Cheng, they discussed camel training. Cheng mentioned that in Beidi, someone once considered training antelopes for combat due to their sharp horns. However, it was impractical as antelope horns couldn''t compete with swords and spears, ultimately providing meat for enemies.


    Inspired by Cheng''s words, Chiying ordered the Weiwei Temple to manufacture new bridles with sharp spikes resembling rhino horns, intended to damage camels during clashes.


    However, reality proved otherwise. Horses weren''t accustomed to having spikes between their eyes, leading them to deviate from paths and accidentally injuring allies. Some fell off, impaled by the spikes, wasting precious time.


    Mid-battle, Bai Lian hastily reverted to old bridles. Chiying''s efforts were futile, resulting in wasted resources and disappointment. Fortunately, Dai Jing''s camel cavalry showed initial success, albeit far from matching the allied forces. Nevertheless, Chiying remained hopeful.


    By December, the battle at Liangzhou remained deadlocked, with reinforcements arriving from both sides. Camel cavalry posed the greatest obstacle, and various strategies failed to overcome these formidable desert creatures.


    Winter solstice arrived, and Chiying realized Cui Yi wouldn''t return for the New Year. She reminisced about spending winter with Bo Muer and Sang Duo, enduring harsh northern cold. Without her daughter Xiao Cui Han, surviving would have been unimaginable.


    Xiao Cui Han, now four, was lively and caring for her brother. Each morning, she brought a pot of minced meat porridge to feed her brother while Chiying reviewed memorials. Witnessing the children''s affectionate interactions warmed her heart, making her sacrifices worthwhile.


    One morning, after court, Chiying received a report about a military dispatch. Assuming it was another routine letter from Cui Yi, she casually opened it while holding her children. Upon reading, her face turned deathly pale, trembling violently.


    "Call the princess, prince consort, and General-in-Chief immediately! Tell them His Majesty is in trouble!"


    Xiao Cui Han burst into tears. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Chiying regained composure, instructing her attendants to keep the news secret.


    The letter wasn''t from Cui Yi but from Bai Lian, written weeks prior. The allied forces had ceased operations for several days, prompting Cui Yi to insist on attacking despite Bai Lian''s reservations. Cui Yi believed hesitation had cost them a golden opportunity when the allied forces retreated amid internal conflicts.


    When informed of the withdrawal, Cui Yi ordered pursuit, ignoring Bai Lian''s warnings. Splitting the army into four groups, he pursued each faction separately.


    Yang Qiong sighed: "That''s truly walking into a trap... With similar troop numbers and the allied forces'' familiarity with the desert, dividing our forces made us vulnerable to encirclement."


    Chiying sobbed, recounting the events. Cui Yi ignored advice, leading only Cao Qian and a few others into the stormy night, disappearing without a trace.

 Speak plainly

    Liangzhou, vast but sparsely populated due to its desert landscape, posed significant challenges. Desert conditions were unpredictable, especially with shifting sand dunes. Once lost, finding one''s way out became nearly impossible.


    Worse than death was waiting for death, and getting lost in the desert often meant precisely that.


    On the night the allied forces withdrew, a fierce snowstorm struck, reducing visibility to near zero. Cui Yi, enraged, led his troops into the blizzard, vanishing without a trace. Bai Lian dispatched thousands to search, but most disappeared as well.


    The storm subsided after three days, revealing a desolate, snow-covered plain. The allied forces had vanished, leaving only seven thousand Anti-Rebellion troops stranded.


    Without the emperor, soldiers feared execution for failing to protect him. Bai Lian, advocating restraint, faced potential execution for treason. Despite continuing searches, Bai Lian wrote a confession and sent it to the capital.


    Chiying received the grim news, summoning key figures to discuss the situation. They decided to keep the news secret to prevent chaos and rebellion.


    Chiying, distraught, sought advice from Zhong Yuanshan: "What should we do?"


    Chiying, overwhelmed, replied, "I don''t know..."


    Zhong Yuanshan advised: "This matter must remain confidential. Otherwise, the civil officials will exploit it."


    Chiying nodded, her voice hoarse: "I''ve already warned the palace staff. The empire His Majesty fought for cannot crumble under my watch."


    Everyone remained silent, hoping Bai Lian''s searchers would find Cui Yi.


    "Zhong Yuanshan sighed, ''Liangzhou is a thousand miles away from the capital. Even if we have the heart, we are powerless. The Emperor is blessed with good fortune and should be fine. What we need to do is stabilize the court and prevent those with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the situation.''"


    Cheng Fengyi said, "In the vastness of Huayu Palace, there are many people and mouths. Even if you order them not to speak, it''s hard to ensure that they understand the gravity of the situation and don''t inadvertently leak information."


    Yang Qiong sighed deeply, "It''s harder to guard against people''s words than to prevent floods. If the lower ranks want to spread rumors, no one can stop them. Since we can''t stop them, we might as well not bother. Instead, we could create another event to divert everyone''s attention, which might work."


    The three nodded in agreement, but what could be more significant or eye-catching than the emperor disappearing?


    Zhong Yuanshan stood up and said, "Since we need to keep this from others, we must act without drawing attention. We''ve been in the palace for too long and may attract suspicion. Let''s return first. If there''s any new development in Liangzhou, Her Highness can send someone to inform us. After I return, I will increase surveillance on those unstable elements in the court and strengthen the palace''s defenses. Lady Yang, please take care of Her Highness and the prince and princess."The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Yang Qiong, who had taken over as Commander of the Dragon Guard after marrying the princess, naturally agreed immediately. Both bowed and left, leaving Cheng Fengyi to accompany Chiyung to avoid her being alone and anxious.


    That night, Cheng Fengyi stayed in the palace, sleeping in the same bed as Chiyung.


    "Do you believe in fate?" Chiyung asked softly after Xiaoqiu extinguished the lamp and left. She curled up under the quilt, filled with anxiety.


    Cheng Fengyi smiled, stroking her hair, "Some people say their rise to power was destined, while others say their downfall was inevitable. Fate is something you shouldn''t believe in. Your future depends on your actions now. If you strive, even bad luck can change. But if you just sit back and wait, will fortune really fall into your lap?"


    Chiyung lay in the dark, her eyes full of unshakeable worry. "But sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we only change the process, not the outcome. How do we explain that?"


    Cheng Fengyi smiled, "Until the very last moment, how do you know the outcome? Whether it can be changed?"


    Chiyung felt bitter but couldn''t reveal her past life to her. She knew that winter was a critical time for Cui Yi. If he didn''t survive, all the efforts of the past six years would be in vain. She had changed the process but not the outcome, and the sorrow at the end of this life would be greater and deeper than before.


    "Sister, I have an idea," she said.


    "What?"


    The next morning, Chiyung dressed in formal attire and heavy makeup, then drove to a forgotten corner of the vast, empty palace��the Yan Shou Palace.


    After Cui Jie fled the capital, his mother Rong Shi was captured by Cui Yi and confined to Yan Shou Palace, cut off from the Rong family for a year. She wasn''t mentioned during Cui Yi''s coronation, and Chiyung had never visited her. However, when Cui Yi went missing, Chiyung considered going to Liangzhou herself and remembered the former empress dowager.


    Rong Shi received a maid''s salary and had only one servant. Chiyung expected her to be depressed after losing her status, but upon entering Yan Shou Palace, she saw her playing in the snow with her maid, looking radiant despite her age.


    "The women of the Rong family are indeed more ruthless and resilient than men," Chiyung thought.


    A maid noticed Chiyung at the door and hurriedly greeted her. Rong Shi straightened up, watching with a faint smile.


    "It''s been a year. How are you?" Chiyung approached gracefully, surrounded by attendants.


    Rong Shi smiled nonchalantly, "Women in the palace are always at the mercy of circumstances. How can we talk about being well or not? You''re now a royal concubine, visiting me with such fanfare. Surely, you didn''t come just to ask how I am. Speak plainly."


    Chiyung handed her a hand warmer, but Rong Shi refused, saying, "Only cold-hearted people need warmth. My heart died long ago. I feel no cold, so I don''t need these things."


    Chiyung nodded silently and invited her inside to sit.


    The once-glorious Empress Dowager wore plain old cotton clothes, sitting opposite Chiyung on a cold couch. A maid was boiling water outside, so Chiyung spoke directly, "Do you remember two years ago, in similar weather, you had me brought to Huayu Palace and wanted to adopt me as your daughter?"


    "That was so long ago. An old woman like me wouldn''t remember," Rong Shi replied casually.


    Chiyung, undeterred, continued, "I didn''t understand your intentions then, but later, when the former emperor summoned me to Wansheng Palace and gave me a bowl of safflower, I suddenly understood."


    Rong Shi remained expressionless but narrowed her eyes slightly, deepening the wrinkles around them.


    "In this palace, men have their ambitions, and women have their ambitions. Men reach the pinnacle by ascending the throne, but women aim higher. Above the Empress is the Empress Dowager, and above her, the Grand Empress Dowager. No matter how many times the rulers change, a cunning woman stands firm like a pine tree."


    "The former emperor was your son. You know better than anyone how ruthless he was. He couldn''t tolerate you interfering as Empress Dowager. And you��didn''t want to be controlled by your son. So, you thought of me."


    Hearing this, Rong Shi chuckled lightly, "Changsun Chiyung, you''re indeed clever, far surpassing your sister. Even a fool like Cui Yi has become what he is today under your guidance. If you had married Cui Jie, perhaps we''d all be better off."


    Chiyung smiled faintly, "Impossible. You''re mistaken."


    Chiyung meant that if she had married Cui Jie, they would have died faster and more tragically. But Rong Shi misunderstood, laughing, "You clearly see through Cui Jie''s true nature. Naturally, you wouldn''t marry him. I was just speculating. Don''t take it to heart."


    "Speak. Did something happen to Cui Yi?"


    Chiyung took a sharp breath, feeling a stabbing pain in her side. She knew Rong Shi was smart. From her not persecuting Cui Yi after becoming Empress Dowager, it was clear she understood balancing power. By keeping Cui Yi alive, she could control Cui Jie. If Cui Jie wanted to eliminate Cui Yi, he needed the Rong family''s support, thus controlling her son.


    Unfortunately, Emperor Jingzong''s foolishness led to Cui Yi''s exile to Yan Prefecture, ruining Rong Shi''s carefully laid plans. If not for Cui Yi''s rebellion later, Cui Jie would have eliminated her.


    Rong Shi smiled, showing interest, "The Rong family has fallen. You seek my help because I''m the late emperor''s mother. What use do you have for me? What do you want me to do, and what can you offer?"

 When are you leaving?

    Talking with intelligent people saves effort, Chiyung exhaled deeply, deciding to speak plainly, "I''m going to Liangzhou, unsure when or if I''ll return. I need you to step forward as Empress Dowager and govern on my behalf, taking care of my children. If either my husband or I return, you can live out your days as Empress Dowager, respected but not wielding absolute power. If neither of us returns, Hao''er will ascend the throne, and you''ll be the rightful Grand Empress Dowager."


    Rong Shi looked at her coldly, "Aren''t you afraid I''ll kill your children?"


    Chiyung raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Then you''ll never be Grand Empress Dowager."


    Rong Shi was silent for a moment, then asked, "I don''t understand why you chose to collaborate with me. Though confined, I''m not oblivious to external affairs. Cui Yi kept the prince and Jiangzhou Marquis in the capital for your safety. You could entrust your children to the marquis, who is Cui Yi''s uncle. Why not make him regent instead of relying on me?"


    "There''s more," Chiyung replied, "First, I need you to stabilize the court. Second, while I''m in Liangzhou, pretend I''m ill and unable to attend court. Take care of the prince, and let Princess Chang handle the princess."


    Rong Shi smiled ambiguously.


    "Third, publicly announce that Cui Jie died long ago and the current ruler in Hulun is merely a puppet trained by Guo Ziyang, aiming to sow discord between Chu and the Western Regions."


    Chiyung waited for her response. Rong Shi didn''t react with anger, surprise, or mockery, as Chiyung anticipated. She simply frowned slightly and agreed, "Alright."


    Chiyung was surprised by her straightforward acceptance. Rong Shi seemed indifferent, as if discussing dinner plans.


    "When are you leaving?"


    Chiyung composed herself, "There are still arrangements to make, so I won''t leave immediately. I need to convincingly fake illness to avoid suspicion. If something happens after I leave, it shouldn''t implicate you."


    Rong Shi smiled, "You''re considerate. It''s a pity... we weren''t destined to be mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Cui Yi was lucky to marry you, benefiting both him and Empress Xiaoling."


    Chiyung thought, "This luck, you once had but didn''t cherish."


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    "I''ll discuss details with you later," Chiyung said, relieved. "Yan Shou Palace lacks nothing except quality charcoal. Xiaoqiu, go to the Imperial Household Department and request two baskets of silver-threaded charcoal."


    Xiaoqiu left, and Rong Shi remained calm, "Go back and rest. I''ll think about what to say to the ministers."


    Chiyung stood up, "Alright, I''ll leave now." Rong Shi instructed a maid to escort them out.


    Mothers often sever ties with their children for selfish reasons. Would Rong Shi easily betray her own son for power? Chiyung pondered. Perhaps since Cui Jie abandoned her, their relationship ended.


    Chiyung reflected on her own mother. If Lady Fan had accepted her fate as a noblewoman, and Rong Shi had been content as Empress Dowager, the tragedy could have been avoided. But Rong Shi''s love for power provided an opportunity for collaboration.


    "Absolutely not!"


    Zhong Yuanshan reacted with shock and fury when informed of her decision. He interrupted her before she finished speaking, "Are you handing over the empire Cui Yi fought for to the Rong family? Why did you encourage him to rebel if you intended to let the former emperor and the Rong family fight it out? Do you truly believe Rong Shi will treat your children kindly and support their ascension? Will she willingly step down as Grand Empress Dowager?"


    Chiyung calmly listened to his outburst and responded, "I never said I''d give the empire to the Rong family. General Zhong, why do you misinterpret my words?"


    Zhong Yuanshan angrily questioned, "With the emperor missing, as the royal concubine, you should stabilize the court. But you''re abandoning the prince to find the emperor! With both emperor and empress absent, how can a young prince protect himself? The Rong women are ruthless; they won''t spare your children."


    Chiyung stared at him silently.


    Nian Jiaojiao nervously interjected, "Your Highness... there''s more to say..."


    Zhong Yuanshan remained livid, breathing heavily.


    "My decision isn''t impulsive," Chiyung''s tone was almost cruel, "Even before the emperor departed, I foresaw difficulties. He''s merely missing, not necessarily dead. As long as he lives, there''s no question of handing over the empire."


    Her gaze swept over each person present, lingering longest on Zhong Yuanshan.


    "Asking Rong Shi to return is a contingency plan. Despite the emperor arranging you and Commander Yang as our support, you''re outsiders. Who can make decisions in the palace? Only Rong Shi can manage the prince."


    Zhong Yuanshan countered, "Why not ask Lady Fan to enter the palace? She''s the prince''s grandmother; surely she wouldn''t harm him."


    Chiyung anticipated this question, replying smoothly, "My parents are criminals. Lady Fan has no official standing. Rong Shi is the former Empress Dowager, and historically, Empress Dowagers governing is common. Have you ever heard of a consort''s family governing?"


    Zhong Yuanshan remained indignant, and Chiyung added, "I don''t understand your anger. You''re closer to the emperor than Rong Shi. Are you jealous that I gave power to the Rong family instead of yours?"


    This accusation startled Cheng Fengyi and Yang Qiong, who exchanged glances. Zhong Yuanshan paled, "If I harbored such thoughts, may I be struck by lightning and never reincarnated!"


    Chiyung mocked, "I don''t believe in divine retribution. Vows are mere words; few face consequences."


    Zhong Yuanshan stared in disbelief, speechless. Suicide was no longer an option, as it would raise suspicions.


    "I intend to entrust internal matters to Rong Shi and external ones to the Six Ministries and the Secretariat. Generals, with your military power and the emperor''s trust, oversee everything. If Rong Shi or any minister shows disloyalty, execute them according to the emperor''s edict and my decree."


    Chiyung paused, smirking at him.


    Zhong Yuanshan''s anger vanished, and he lowered his head.


    "If General Zhong refuses, you can continue as commander. Supervising the government falls to Commander Yang."


    Yang Qiong knelt, "At Your Highness''s service."


    Chiyung nodded, allowing him to rise, and addressed Zhong Yuanshan again, "General, one last time, will you join Commander Yang in overseeing Rong Shi, protecting the prince, and safeguarding the empire?"


    Given the respect shown, Zhong Yuanshan had no choice but to comply, "I will serve the emperor and Your Highness with utmost loyalty."


    Chiyung smiled approvingly, "Good. This is best. You''ve all suffered alongside the emperor. This is our final battle, crucial for our future. Victory ensures peace; defeat erases everything and dishonors those who sacrificed."


    The four in the hall solemnly pledged allegiance.

 merchant caravan

    Despite his dissatisfaction, Zhong Yuanshan acknowledged that Chiyung''s decision wasn''t impulsive. Her preparations showed careful planning.


    After finalizing with Rong Shi, Chiyung pretended to faint in the Ming Hall, successfully faking illness with the imperial physicians'' help. When ministers sent representatives to inquire about her health, she insisted on prioritizing state affairs.


    This strategic retreat worked beautifully. Ministers, already uneasy with her governance, were pleased when she agreed to rest and let Rong Shi temporarily oversee the prince''s care.


    To make her illness seem real, Chiyung arranged for Cheng Fengyi and Nian Jiaojiao to visit periodically.


    Daiping escorted her to Liangzhou, disguised as a merchant caravan for easier movement.


    Everything was ready.


    Receiving the letter on the fifth night, Chiying changed into men''s clothing and sneaked out of the palace under the cover of darkness. Dai Ping waited with a group of disguised soldiers not far from the palace gate, while Cheng Fengyi stood at the city gate with little Cuiyan to see her off.


    Little Cuiyan��s face lacked its usual cheerfulness but she didn''t cry or sob; she just silently watched her mother talk with Cheng Fengyi about trivial matters, clutching the cloth rabbit that Cui Jie had bought for her in Yan Prefecture, twisting it in her hands.


    "Wang''s side also needs your attention," Chiying whispered. "Her current condition is unusual, and she absolutely cannot be frightened. This matter must be kept secret from her. I''m not worried about others, but Jiaojiao has always been outspoken. You need to constantly remind her, or perhaps don''t let them meet to avoid any mishaps."


    Cheng Fengyi nodded and affectionately stroked her cheek, "I''ll handle these small matters. Don��t worry anymore. Be careful on your journey. Write to me immediately if you find the Emperor. If you encounter danger, don''t be reckless. Remember, your child is waiting for you in the capital. You have to come back."


    Chiying smiled, an indescribable sorrow in her expression.


    This trip to Liangzhou was one where she had resigned herself to death. Even Rong knew this clearly, which was why she agreed so easily to help. Though it might seem selfish��perhaps even more so than Rong or Fan��it was impossible for her to allow Cui Jie to die alone beyond the border. Their fates were now intertwined; without each other, neither could survive.


    Chiying kissed her daughter��s cheek, and little Cuiyan pleaded softly, "Mother, please come back soon."


    "Listen to Aunt Cheng and Aunt Nian, Mother will return soon." Chiying reluctantly touched her daughter��s braid again before steeling herself and climbing into the carriage.


    The city gates opened slowly, and Dai Ping led the disguised soldiers escorting Chiying away from Purple Chapter City.


    In Liangzhou, Tawurkand Desert.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    After sunset, the temperature in the desert dropped sharply. During the day, the sun blinded people, while at night, fierce winds and snowstorms raged, and it seemed they would continue for several days. Cao Qian patrolled nearby and returned when the wind was too strong to ride, forcing him to lead his horse through deep snow.


    More than twenty days ago, Cui Jie led over ten thousand troops, chasing the desert cavalry of the Humontor tribe through the snowstorm, inadvertently being lured into Liangzhou��s largest desert. The Humontor had planned this trap well, knowing the terrain and weather better, leading the troops into a deadly ambush. They then dispersed, using the storm as cover, leaving no traces behind. The anti-rebellion army lost their way in the snowy wilderness.


    People lost in the desert often died of thirst, but they weren��t short of water yet. Intermittent snow provided some drinking water, though unclean. Soldiers collected snow during the day and melted it by the campfire at night.


    Water wasn��t the problem, but food was running low. Despite orders to ration supplies from the moment they realized they were lost, the provisions brought along were insufficient for such a large troop. The cold required more calories, and the limited food was being consumed faster than expected.


    Some horses unable to walk due to poor health were slaughtered for temporary relief, but if they couldn��t escape the Tawurkand Desert, they would eventually starve to death.


    Back at the camp, Cao Qian��s beard and hair were covered in ice. He rubbed his cold cheeks and entered the command tent: "Your Majesty."


    Cui Jie sat cross-legged on the general��s couch and looked up upon hearing his voice.


    "The wind and snow outside are getting worse. We probably can''t move tomorrow. The tents may be buried tonight. I found an old village site nearby. Although most buildings have collapsed, there are still walls to block the wind and snow. Should we move the camp there now?"


    There was no fire in the tent, so Cao Qian rubbed his cheeks warm and shook off the snow.


    Cui Jie simply said, "Mm-hmm," but didn��t get up.


    Cao Qian looked at him in confusion.


    Cui Jie��s expression was unusually grave. "Zhonghang," he began.


    Cao Qian responded, unsure of what he meant, "What does Your Majesty command?"


    "If it weren��t for my stubbornness, ignoring the advice to chase the Humontor cavalry, we wouldn��t be trapped in this blizzard. Many lives would still be safe if I hadn��t decided to wage war personally."


    "Don��t say that!" Cao Qian quickly replied, "A soldier dies for his commander. You��ve shown me great favor, and I��ve long been prepared to die for you��"


    Cui Jie interrupted him: "But you have a wife and unborn child. Not just you, but all these soldiers have families. Because of my decision, they left home and risked their lives. A king should love his people like his own children, but I��ve failed miserably."


    Cao Qian struggled to find words to console him. Before he could speak, Cui Jie got up: "Order everyone to pack and move."


    Cao Qian wondered if it was fortunate or unfortunate that the war hero had begun to understand the cruelty of war. Empathy towards subjects was good, but if it made him hesitate in battle, it was disastrous.


    Outside the tent, soldiers busily packed, preparing to leave. Over a thousand had already perished or gotten lost among the original ten thousand. How many more would die?


    Cui Jie wrapped himself in his cloak, took the reins of Jinwu, and patted his beloved horse��s mane. Jinwu snorted and nuzzled him.


    "Old friend, if I make it back, I��ll give you the entire hunting ground for retirement."


    The blizzard lasted three full days, turning day and night almost indistinguishable. Without fires, they could only eat cold, hard bread and drink snow. Many developed frostbite, swelling like pickled radishes, while others fell ill from the cold.


    If the Humontor attacked now, less than one-tenth of the troops could fight back. Cui Jie thought despairingly.


    Fortunately, no attack came. After three days, the sky cleared, and everyone sighed in relief, hanging wet clothes and bedding to dry.


    Cao Qian suggested, "Old horses know the way. Why not let some loose and follow them? Maybe we can find our way out."


    Cui Jie agreed. Had the weather been better earlier, they might have figured it out themselves.


    They hoped the old horses would guide them out quickly, but after wandering aimlessly for days, they gave up.


    Neither the coalition nor the enemy attacked, perhaps confident they wouldn��t escape the Tawurkand Desert.


    Cui Jie gazed at the identical surroundings and sighed, returning to his tent to write a will.


    Just as he turned, a commotion broke out in the camp. Soldiers shouted wildly, waving whatever they could.


    "What��s going on?" Cui Jie rushed forward.


    Ignoring him, everyone stared at something in the sky. A tiny black dot approached in the clear blue sky.


    He stared in disbelief, almost unable to breathe.


    It was an eagle circling!


    Simultaneously, a black line appeared on the horizon, voices faintly calling��reinforcements!


    Despair turned to tears of joy. Injured soldiers forgot their pain, shouting with all their might.


    Less than half an hour later, Xu Cheng and Baili Zan arrived with two thousand troops.


    "Forgive my tardiness, Your Majesty!" Baili Zan cried, kneeling down.


    Cui Jie was overwhelmed with emotions, unable to speak for a moment.


    Then came an even greater surprise.


    "Yingrong!"


    Someone dismounted, supported by Xu Cheng, running toward him, embracing him.

 Does it matter who I meet

    Chiying��s appearance was a huge surprise. Cui Jie froze, momentarily speechless.


    "Thank God you��re safe��" Chiying sobbed, clinging tightly to his waist. "If anything happened to you, I��"


    Cui Jie stared, wondering if he was dreaming. Looking at the tearful Chiying and the kneeling Baili Zan and Xu Cheng, he hesitated, "How�� What��"


    "A touching reunion, but we must leave quickly," a cold voice interjected. Cui Jie noticed Bo Muer on a white horse, his face mostly hidden by a fox fur scarf, watching them with emotionless eyes.


    Nayang rested on his shoulder, rubbing its head under its wing.


    "You��ve saved me again. I��ll remember your kindness, though I doubt you care. But I promise, whenever you need help, I��ll do everything I can."


    Though enemies, Cui Jie showed proper courtesy, bowing slightly.


    Unexpectedly, Bo Muer didn��t coldly reject his offer but said, "I��ll remember your words. Hope you keep them."


    Cui Jie was surprised but glad for the chance to repay him. "As emperor, my word is law. I won��t break my promise."


    Baili Zan and others remained kneeling. Cui Jie, holding Chiying, magnanimously said, "Stand up. It��s my fault."


    Soldiers rose and began packing.


    Cui Jie sighed, looking at Chiying, "Why did you come?"


    Chiying frowned, angrily lecturing him, "Why did I come? How dare you ask! I repeatedly told you not to be rash, to listen to advisors, and not to take your life lightly. Did you forget?"


    Cui Jie tried to defend himself, but seeing her glare, he sheepishly smiled, "Okay, okay. I was wrong. I shouldn��t have risked so many lives. But why did you leave the children in the capital to come here? If something happened to me, coming wouldn��t help."Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Chiying��s eyes reddened, stammering, "I know I shouldn��t have come, but I was terrified�� afraid you��d disappear without a trace. I wanted to be close to you�� even if it meant dying near you��"


    Cui Jie��s heart softened. Wanting to kiss her passionately but mindful of the crowd, he spoke hoarsely, "Don��t talk like that. There��s nothing to fear. Since you��re here, I assume you��ve arranged everything back home."


    Chiying smiled bitterly, leaning against him, sighing, "Others would scold me for neglecting duty, maybe even venting their frustrations on me. Only you��"


    Cui Jie chuckled, saying nothing, standing beside her watching the bustling soldiers.


    Cao Qian led Jinwu over. Chiying stroked the horse��s head, "Jinwu looks lively, impressive."


    Cui Jie laughed, "Sweat-blood horses are native to the north. This weather is nothing."


    Jinwu neighed gently, nudging Chiying��s shoulder.


    With Nayang guiding, the army exited the Tawurkand Desert in less than ten days. The four thousand remaining troops cheered upon seeing the emperor and empress safe. Cui Jie ordered retreat to Liangzhou for rest until spring, when new supplies would arrive for further pursuit.


    Bo Muer stayed but showed no intention of serving Cui Jie, instead wandering around Liangzhou, not speaking to Chiying once. Chiying grew suspicious, wondering if saving Cui Jie was part of a larger plan to betray them.


    She sent spies to follow him. One afternoon, they reported seeing Bo Muer receive a letter and nervously leave, meeting another man at a teahouse. The spy described the man as Guo Mao.


    Chiying��s heart sank. Was Bo Muer really working with Guo Mao?


    Despite the evidence, she found it hard to believe. If Bo Muer wanted to harm Cui Jie, letting him perish in the desert would suffice. Why save him first?


    Less than an hour later, Bo Muer returned, finding Chiying sitting in the hall. Surprised, he self-mockingly smiled, "I knew it."


    "You met Guo Mao?" Chiying asked directly.


    Bo Muer shrugged, his sharp eyes challenging, "Does it matter who I meet?"


    Chiying calmly replied, "It doesn��t concern me, but I need to know about the former emperor. If you wish, tell me. Otherwise, I��ll confine you to prevent any leaks."


    Bo Muer hesitated, asking incredulously, "You don��t suspect me of conspiring with Guo Mao?"


    Chiying smiled, confidently stating, "You��re not that kind of person. Otherwise, Yingrong wouldn��t be alive today. I��m not flattering you. In my eyes, you��re nobler than those pretending to be righteous. I��m proud to earn your respect, though I feel unworthy."


    Bo Muer fell silent, finally responding after a long pause, "Chiying, hearing praise from you is harder than reaching the heavens. Is it only with Cui Jie that you aren��t calm and composed?"


    "I��m always friendly!" Chiying pretended not to understand.


    Bo Muer said nothing, heading upstairs. Moments later, he returned with a bag.


    Chiying calmly sipped tea.


    "They��re at Bai Long Gang now," Bo Muer said, walking out. "You can still catch them."


    Chiying asked, "Were you waiting in Liangzhou for them to show up?"


    Bo Muer answered, "I��m leaving."


    Chiying said, "We��ll meet again."


    Bo Muer laughed softly, stepping out, "Goodbye forever." His boots crunched through fresh snow, disappearing without a backward glance.


    At Bai Long Gang.


    Chiying sat motionless for a long time, shivering from the cold, finally snapping out of her trance.


    In her previous life, Cui Jie died at Bai Long Gang months ago. She thought they had escaped this fate, but destiny proved otherwise.


    "Come here," she called.


    A servant approached, "Your Highness?"


    Chiying took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "Please summon the Emperor. I need to speak with him."

 A guard led a horse to him

    "No need. I��ll go and settle this myself."


    As Chiying expected, when Cui Jie heard that Cui Jie and others were hiding at Bai Long Gang, he decided to lead the troops personally to confront them.


    Xu Cheng said earnestly, "Your Majesty, your body is noble. Why should you go to such a desolate place for such a trivial matter? Guo Ziyang betrayed the country and incited the Western Regions to invade the Central Plains. Heaven cannot tolerate this. I am willing to take Your Majesty''s place and cut off his head to honor the souls of our fallen soldiers!"


    Cao Qian also said, "The enemy has no more than ten thousand men. It is not worth Your Majesty��s effort to go there personally!"


    Dai Ping and Dai Jing, the brothers, also expressed their willingness to fight in his stead, but after listening to their eager requests, Emperor Cui Yi still said, "I appreciate your goodwill, but this is a personal grudge between my predecessor and me. I must resolve it myself. No one can replace me. There is no need to argue further. Zhongxing, you will lead ten thousand men to wait on standby here. Yuanke, take thirty thousand men to Yangming Pass immediately. Once the traitor��s head arrives, you and Dai Jing will march against Humontore. Since they don��t want to be a vassal state of Great Chu, we might as well annex them into Liangzhou. This way, I won��t have to worry about these wolves every day."


    "But..."


    "There are no buts. My decision is final. Just follow my orders."


    The generals couldn''t persuade him, so they turned to Baili Zan with hope that he could convince Emperor Cui Yi.


    Baili Zan stroked his beard and thought for a while before saying, "His Majesty must have his reasons for this arrangement. Please do not insist further. Follow His Majesty��s instructions."


    The generals groaned inwardly��why did he try to persuade them instead of the emperor? Last time, the emperor almost lost his life due to his stubbornness, and even the Empress rushed thousands of miles to die for love. If anything happens this time, they would all be buried with him!


    But no matter how much they lamented internally, they had to obey the emperor. With gloomy faces, they left.


    "Is there another reason why His Majesty doesn''t allow the generals to accompany him?" Baili Zan asked Emperor Cui Yi, but his eyes were on Chiying.


    Chiying smiled without speaking. Emperor Cui Yi said, "What other reason could there be? I want to end this personally. Isn��t that reason enough?"


    Baili Zan smiled helplessly and was about to leave when Emperor Cui Yi added, "After Chiying left, Rongshi announced to the world that the former emperor was dead. The person beside Guo Mao is just a substitute. I said I wanted to settle things with the former emperor, but in fact, I��m going to kill this substitute to prevent anyone from using him to stir unrest in the Western Regions."


    Baili Zan felt a chill and looked at Chiying again. She still smiled, her expression intriguing.


    No wonder she dared to come to Liangzhou, leaving her children behind. She had even bought off Rongshi. Baili Zan admired Chiying��s unconventional use of people and prayed silently that Rongshi wouldn��t cause any trouble. As long as she behaved, no one could shake Emperor Cui Yi��s throne anymore.


    Xu Cheng set out that night, while Emperor Cui Yi departed for Bailinggang early the next morning.


    The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the military camp was already brightly lit. Everyone was nervously preparing. Emperor Cui Yi stood at the gate of the camp, exhaling clouds of white breath, deep in thought.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Please mount, Your Majesty." A guard led a horse to him.


    Emperor Cui Yi responded absentmindedly and reached for the reins. When his hand touched the guard''s, he instantly withdrew it.


    The guard kept his head bowed, showing utmost respect.


    Emperor Cui Yi: "..."


    Seeing no one paying attention, Emperor Cui Yi whispered anxiously, "Are you crazy!"


    The guard adjusted the oversized helmet with the horsewhip, revealing a woman��s red face��Chiying grinned and said, "Stop shouting. Get on the horse and let''s go."


    Emperor Cui Yi was both amused and annoyed, pointing at her but unable to say anything. Finally, he sighed and said, "Don��t cause trouble." Chiying grinned mischievously, handing over the reins and whip. Emperor Cui Yi thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to ride behind me? Or shall I give you Jinwu?"


    Chiying pleaded softly, "Are you trying to make sure everyone recognizes me? Never mind, General Cao prepared another horse for me." Emperor Cui Yi mounted Jinwu and rode out of the camp first.


    Emperor Cui Yi was surprised to see Chiying riding a horse. He remembered she always rode in carriages.


    Watching her skillfully mount the horse, he relaxed. Since they met, Chiying had always surprised him. Riding a horse was nothing compared to her other talents.


    Only Chiying knew that she could only ride slowly. To gallop, someone had to lead the horse, and she had to cling to its neck throughout the ride. Though it wasn��t graceful, at least she wouldn��t fall off. Riding was too distant for her, a sheltered lady. But since carriages couldn��t traverse the desert, she had to learn to ride.


    The troops set off. Bailinggang belonged to the Chaoyan mountain range, less than three days'' journey from Liangzhou. The terrain was treacherous, easy to defend but hard to attack��but conversely, if the enemy couldn��t ascend, those on the mountain couldn��t descend either. Surrounding the rebels on the mountain and cutting off their supplies would ensure their defeat.


    Chiying remained low-key along the way, avoiding speaking to prevent being recognized. At night, she shared a tent with Emperor Cui Yi. Generals always had guards serving them during campaigns, and an emperor naturally required even more service, so no one suspected anything.


    However, for Emperor Cui Yi, sharing a tent but not a bed was frustrating��this point was temporarily put aside.


    At the foot of the mountain, Emperor Cui Yi left the accompanying generals to command the encirclement, blocking all possible escape routes. He then rode up the steep slope alone, with Chiying by his side, her breathing quickened by nervousness, constantly looking around for potential assassins.


    "What are you looking for?" Emperor Cui Yi noticed her unease after walking for a while and asked curiously.


    Chiying pursed her lips and shook her head, seeming a bit paranoid. Emperor Cui Yi��s lips twitched, and he couldn��t help saying, "It��s impossible to have ambushes in such terrain. Further ahead, though, it��s uncertain."


    The nearby guards were astonished. Since he was a prince over a decade ago, Emperor Cui Yi had always maintained a stern demeanor in public, rarely smiling or showing good temper.


    But today, he spoke gently to an insignificant soldier!


    Everyone looked at Chiying strangely.


    Unaware of their reactions, Chiying looked at the road ahead and asked, "What��s ahead?"


    Emperor Cui Yi pointed to the bush-covered slope ahead and said, "Such places are prone to ambushes and traps, but now it��s winter, and setting traps leaves marks. We can��t generalize."


    As soon as he finished speaking, a rope shot out of the snow, startling Jinwu. Snow flew everywhere as Jinwu neighed and nearly threw Emperor Cui Yi off. Guards rushed forward to protect him. Instead of retreating, Emperor Cui Yi waved his arm and shouted, "Retreat quickly!"


    There indeed was a tripwire in the knee-deep snow. Triggering it caused bells on pine trees to ring, the sound echoing up the mountain. Hidden enemies leaped out, brandishing curved swords and charging towards them.


    Chiying experienced her first ambush, swaying on the horse, unable to run. Fortunately, the ambushers were few and quickly subdued. After the chaos subsided, Emperor Cui Yi sheathed his sword and hurriedly rode over, asking, "Are you alright?"


    "I��m fine. What about you?" Chiying clung awkwardly to the horse.


    Emperor Cui Yi wanted to laugh but held back. "Stay here." Then he went to interrogate the prisoners.


    The prisoners were Humontore soldiers. Initially, they pretended not to understand Chinese, chattering gibberish. Emperor Cui Yi drew his sword and stabbed one without hesitation. The others froze in fear. Pointing his sword at another, he demanded, "How many people are on the mountain? Who are they?" The prisoner hesitated, and Emperor Cui Yi mercilessly decapitated him.


    All the prisoners were terrified and began talking frantically, revealing everything about the situation on the mountain within moments.


    Chiying listened from a distance and gained a general understanding. Besides the few hundred loyalists that followed Emperor Cui Jie from the capital, there were also three thousand Humontore royal guards sent by the king to protect him.


    Three thousand against ten thousand would be easy without Guo Mao, but with him, it was uncertain. Chiying pondered silently.


    Emperor Cui Yi was thinking the same thing. He had never met Guo Ziyang in person, only seeing him through a carriage curtain, yet he had been plotted against countless times, nearly dying in Tawergan. Hearing the prisoners�� words, he didn��t dare rush to order an attack. Instead, he turned to Chiying and asked, "What should we do now?"


    Chiying thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to live or die?"


    The Humontore soldiers exchanged glances.


    "If you want to die, go down the mountain. There are fifty thousand troops waiting below. You��ll be killed before reaching the foot of the mountain."


    Chiying exaggerated to intimidate them. Immediately, a Humontore soldier shouted, "We want to live! We want to live!"


    "If you want to live, go up the mountain and tell Guo Ziyang to stop resisting. Using a puppet resembling the former emperor to incite the Western Regions to invade the Central Plains is naive," Chiying said solemnly. "Also, tell your fellow soldiers to think about their families. Is it worth dying for a puppet?"


    The Humontore soldiers looked at each other, whispering among themselves. Finally, their leader replied, "I��ll deliver your message."


    Emperor Cui Yi nodded, and the soldiers released them. The Humontore soldiers slumped and walked up the mountain.


    "What now?" Emperor Cui Yi asked.


    Chiying chuckled, "Wait for them to come down and die."

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    Regarding her knowledge of Emperor Cui Jie, Chiying wouldn��t claim first place��that belonged to his mother, Rongshi. But she ranked second. Under the dual pressures of being surrounded and denied, he, who valued face above all, would surely choose to prove himself as the real emperor rather than a puppet.


    Chiying started planning the next steps: "When he comes down from the mountain, I��ll talk to him."


    "No!" Emperor Cui Yi��s eyes bulged. "Are you kidding? Guo Ziyang is cunning and deceitful. If you go forward, what if they capture you?"


    Chiying smiled slyly, "Hear me out. I��ll lure them with words. You find a hiding spot and shoot him with an arrow when he gets close."


    The surrounding soldiers: "..."


    Emperor Cui Yi reconsidered and nodded, "Don��t get too close. I��ll show you my skills with consecutive arrows and take out both Guo Ziyang and the puppet."


    Chiying hurriedly said, "No! Guo Ziyang needs to be executed by chariot dismemberment. Shooting him dead is too merciful."


    The soldiers: "..."


    What kind of nonsensical conversation was this?


    Upon hearing about executing Guo Mao by chariot dismemberment, Emperor Cui Yi��s eyes sparkled, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Woof!" He rode off to find a hiding spot.


    Soon, a group of Humontore soldiers descended the mountain. Among them, Chiying immediately recognized Emperor Cui Jie on a black horse.


    Countless encounters after rebirth, she had always felt fear and considered retreating. But this time, watching them approach, she felt no fear, only unusual calmness. Emperor Cui Jie wore a fur hat and scarf, revealing only part of his face, which no longer showed the confident air of the past, but his stubborn eyes remained unchanged.


    Stubbornness or whatever else, today was the end, Chiying thought coldly.


    Emperor Cui Jie stopped several meters away, pulling down his scarf and smiling, "Chiying, you��ve suffered these years. Your efforts are etched in my heart."


    Hidden in the bushes, Emperor Cui Yi tensed.


    "You risked yourself to infiltrate Wu Wang��s camp for me. Your loyalty touches me deeply. Today is the day to settle this. Once I kill this thief, I��ll return triumphant and make you empress!"


    Emperor Cui Yi almost jumped out of his hiding spot��what did he mean? Was Chiying a spy sent by his brother? Impossible!


    Chiying remained silent, watching him with a faint smile.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Emperor Cui Jie continued, "You and Lingfang sacrificed so much for me. Now Lingfang is gone, and I��ll repay her debt to you."


    Chiying replied, "Oh."


    Emperor Cui Yi almost fainted. What did "oh" mean? Did she admit to being a spy? Were the six years of companionship just an act? Had he been constantly deceived? Was Chiying the most dangerous spy by his side?


    Emperor Cui Jie extended his hand, "Come back to me. I��ve made agreements with the Western Regions. Twenty thousand allied troops have surrounded Wu Wang��s five thousand men below. You no longer need to serve an unpredictable and suspicious man."


    Chiying remained expressionless, staring straight ahead.


    Chiying was calm, but Emperor Cui Yi was far from it. His heart was filled with anxiety. He refused to believe Chiying was a spy. This must be Guo Ziyang��s trick. But why didn��t she speak? Why didn��t she refute? Was he truly deceived? Did he lose completely?


    Emperor Cui Jie sensed Chiying��s unusual silence and frowned, turning to Guo Ziyang for an explanation.


    Guo Ziyang also didn��t understand Chiying��s intentions. His counter-espionage plan assumed Chiying would vehemently deny it, causing Emperor Cui Yi to doubt her. Then, during their internal conflict, he would shoot them both dead. Capturing the king meant victory.


    Just as everyone was puzzled, Chiying finally spoke.


    "Cui Renyu, I see through you today."


    Her voice was softer, almost fragile.


    "I once believed you were a gentleman, a man worthy of my trust. For you, I endured humiliation without complaint. Your happiness brought me genuine joy. I would do anything for you."


    Guo Ziyang��s expression changed instantly, realizing Chiying��s scheme. He tried to stop Emperor Cui Jie, but it was too late.


    Emperor Cui Jie said tenderly, "I understand your feelings, Chiying. I��ve always understood."


    Chiying��s voice suddenly became sharp, "Understand? What do you understand? You understand nothing! I did so much for you, yet you never cared about me! In your eyes, I was always just a substitute for Lingfang! I am your wife, your empress!"


    Chiying, taking advantage of her resemblance to her sister and wearing male attire with a helmet, imitated Changsun Lingfang��s voice perfectly, even shedding tears.


    Emperor Cui Jie was stunned, rumors claiming Changsun Lingfang hanged herself long ago. Seeing his deceased wife appear shocked him.


    "Lingfang..." Emperor Cui Jie strained to see through the distance and Chiying��s tears. He urged his horse forward, "Lingfang! Let me explain. It��s not what you think!"


    Chiying sobbed loudly, "Yingrong told me you arranged the assassination attempt on the way to the palace because you feared my child would solidify the Changsun family��s position. How could you bear to harm your own child? Your flesh and blood!"


    "What!" Emperor Cui Jie exploded in anger.


    Chiying cried out, "How could you kill your own child!"


    Emperor Cui Jie roared, "Who did you call him? You...you and him..."


    Chiying sneered mockingly, "Yes, I��m his concubine now. After you abandoned me, I gave up on you. The emperor and elder sister treated me well. Only with him do I feel alive."


    If there��s one universal weakness among men, it��s jealousy. No one can tolerate their wife marrying their enemy. Chiying exploited this flaw, coinciding with Guo Ziyang��s counter-espionage plan, thus turning the tables.


    Upon hearing his woman had become his brother��s concubine, Emperor Cui Jie��s anger boiled over. Ignoring Guo Ziyang��s attempts to stop him, he drew his sword and charged forward, "Wh*r*! I��ll kill you!"


    Chiying smiled coldly, standing her ground. Guo Ziyang shouted desperately, "Protect the Prince!"


    As Emperor Cui Jie spurred his horse forward and swung his sword, Emperor Cui Yi, who had been waiting impatiently, drew his bow and shot an arrow. It pierced Emperor Cui Jie��s chest, knocking him off his horse. He tumbled down the snowy slope, coming to a stop at Chiying��s feet, blood spurting from his mouth.


    "You..." Emperor Cui Jie struggled to reach out.


    Chiying looked down coldly, "Your acting was impressive, trained by Guo Ziyang. But you couldn��t fool your own spouse. Not knowing whether I was Changsun Chiying or Changsun Lingfang, you dare claim to be the former emperor?"


    Her voice carried clearly to all the Humontore soldiers.


    Emperor Cui Jie��s eyes widened in disbelief, reaching out to grab her.


    "You..."


    Holding Prosperity calmly said in a low voice, "You owe me a life, and today you must repay it."


    Cui Jie struggled for a while but finally succumbed to the pain of an arrow through his chest, dying with anger and resentment.


    Holding Prosperity raised her head and no longer looked at him. Instead, she loudly addressed Guo Mao, who had also rushed to the scene: "Guo Ziyang, I admire your loyalty to the late emperor, but how can you taint the royal bloodline by finding someone who merely resembles him to deceive everyone?"


    With Cui Jie dead, Guo Mao knew he was doomed. He sighed deeply and said, "Holding Prosperity, you are indeed an extraordinary woman. I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Do as you wish; kill or torture me as you see fit."


    Holding Prosperity smiled slightly: "You have some self-awareness and don''t fight a losing battle. I appreciate that about you..."


    Cui Yi slung his bow over his back and excitedly jumped out: "Men! Capture Guo Ziyan and take him away to be dismembered!"


    Guo Mao: "..."


    Holding Prosperity: "..."


    Holding Prosperity slapped her forehead: "Where was I just now?"

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    Holding Prosperity slapped her forehead: "Where was I just now?"


    Guo Mao politely reminded her: "I very much appreciate this point about you."


    Both ignored Cui Yi, letting him command the Anti-Corruption Army to capture the Hu Mongolian puppet king''s royal guards. They stood amidst the chaos and began chatting leisurely.


    "Move aside," Holding Prosperity shooed away the hesitant soldiers who were considering capturing Guo Mao. "I''ve always had a question. The late emperor was ruthless and liked to burn bridges after crossing them. With your foresight, why did you choose to serve him? Weren''t you afraid of ending up like the Third Prince, poisoned after achieving fame and fortune?"


    Guo Mao laughed bitterly: "One wrong step leads to many more. I''m just a coward, unlike Brother Shan who dares to gamble without fear of loss. Even knowing there would be no good outcome... How many loyal subjects throughout history have met a good end? The Empress Dowager may seem well now, but who knows what will happen in the future? I doubt even Her Majesty can control that."


    Cui Yi rode slowly on Jin Wu and provocatively stared at Guo Mao.


    "I understand your concerns, but since the late emperor is dead, what do you plan to do next?"


    Guo Mao lowered his head in thought and didn''t speak. Cui Yi grumbled: "Plans? You''re going to die anyway. You can figure out your next life on your way to the underworld."


    Holding Prosperity turned to him with a smile: "Your Majesty, do you know the best way to punish someone?"


    Cui Yi replied sullenly: "No. But I know something else. You never intended to kill him, right? What was all that talk about dismemberment?"


    "The harshest punishment isn''t death, but making him work for you for free his entire life," Holding Prosperity pointed at Guo Mao with a mischievous grin. "As the saying goes, the one who created the mess should clean it up. He incited the Western Regions; it only makes sense for him to fix it. The position of Liangzhou Governor is vacant. Why not assign him this difficult task? When he stabilizes the northwest, then he can receive his salary."


    Guo Mao gave a bitter laugh and pleaded: "Please, Your Majesty, execute me instead."


    Holding Prosperity ignored him and looked calmly at Cui Yi: "Your Majesty?"


    Cui Yi frowned suspiciously, sizing up Guo Mao: "A scholar who can''t carry heavy loads. If the countries of the northwest attack, what can he do? Scold them back?"


    Holding Prosperity sighed: "Indeed, I wonder what he can do. If he fails, he''ll die anyway. King Hu Mongolian must hate him deeply. Why not make things easier for yourself and let Jialibeishan deal with him?"


    Cui Yi crossed his arms and thought for a moment before nodding and turning to leave. Only then did Holding Prosperity order the soldiers to bind Guo Mao and take him down the mountain with the other prisoners.


    Despite being exposed, Holding Prosperity insisted on riding her own horse rather than getting on Jin Wu''s back. This made Cui Yi frown again, feeling both frustrated and annoyed: "It''s really strange. Whenever you want to do something, I can''t say no."This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Holding Prosperity nearly fell off her horse laughing: "Your Majesty understands reason and knows my words make sense. Naturally, you can''t refute them. That''s the breadth of a wise ruler, and you should be happy about it."


    They rode side by side at the front of the procession.


    Cui Yi said: "I''ve already ordered someone to cut off his head and send it to Yangming Pass. As long as Jialibeishan has any brains, he''ll know better than to provoke me. The smaller countries will follow suit. Who cares about him unless he''s a royal descendant? Just a bunch of rabble."


    Holding Prosperity smiled: "Oh, you called him ''brother'' on the way up the mountain, and now he''s ''that guy.''"


    Cui Yi glanced at her, a slight smile on his lips: "He''s just a puppet. Calling him ''that guy'' is generous. Otherwise, it should be ''scum.''"


    Holding Prosperity agreed: "He was cunning and ruthless, deserving of his fate."


    Cui Yi was silent for a moment, then asked suddenly: "Did he truly love you? And what about you?"


    "No! What nonsense are you thinking?" Holding Prosperity laughed in exasperation. "Aren''t you tired of asking this question after six years? Are you unhappy because we don''t have any romantic past?"


    Cui Yi frowned, showing none of the relief expected from having defeated his greatest rival:


    "Holding Prosperity, I won''t hide it from you. These six years with you have been genuinely happy. We''ve argued and fought, but I... am glad to have married you. Even if you had ulterior motives, or it was all just a dream, I felt... truly happy."


    "... Don''t you trust me?" Holding Prosperity asked helplessly.


    "You''re too good, too excellent. You changed my life. From the first time we met, I felt you were distant, like a kite in the sky. One day, the string might break, and you''d leave me."


    Cui Yi pouted, seemingly uncomfortable with such formal speech: "This isn''t just my feeling. I''ve asked Wen Yu, Zhong Xing, everyone around me, including Second Uncle. They all feel the same. Shan Fu once said you don''t belong to this world, just as he would eventually return to heaven. You would ultimately leave me."


    Holding Prosperity was surprised by their��especially Cui Yi''s��keen sensitivity. Shan Jian''s words weren''t entirely wrong. Someone like her, who knew the past and future and could guide Cui Yi, was unique. Even strategists like Bai Lichan, Shan Jian, or Guo Mao couldn''t match a reincarnated person with foresight. Without this advantage, she wouldn''t have been able to help Cui Yi so much.


    She realized something important. She had been focused on whether Cui Yi would face danger during his campaign, especially at Baitulong Ridge, where he died in the previous life. Now, not only had he killed Cui Jie at Baitulong Ridge, but she had also unknowingly passed the critical date of six years later. The predetermined part of her life was over, and the new chapter was completely fresh, without Cui Jie or the Changsun family. She could live like an ordinary person.


    "Holding Prosperity?"


    "Ah!"


    Cui Yi reached out worriedly and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Are you tired from the journey? Once we reach the foot of the mountain, rest a bit before dinner!"


    "No... I''m not tired, just happy." Tears welled up in Holding Prosperity''s eyes, her voice trembling with excitement.


    Cui Yi asked puzzledly: "Happy about what?"


    Wiping away tears, Holding Prosperity smiled at him: "Now, I can tell you the truth."


    Cui Yi immediately tensed: "What truth? If it''s not good news, don''t say it."


    "It''s good news," Holding Prosperity laughed at his turtle-like caution. "When I was young, my father invited a Taoist to read my fortune. He said I had two paths: sweet first, bitter later, or bitter first, sweet later. If I chose the former, though rich and powerful, I''d fall hard and die. If I chose the latter, enduring hardship, I''d enjoy peace in the end."


    Cui Yi believed her: "Such a high-level master exists?"


    Holding Prosperity smiled beautifully: "Indeed. He also said the choice would come after I turned fifteen, within six years. If it was sweet first, I''d die at twenty-two. If it was bitter first, as long as I endured, all hardships would pass after six years."


    Cui Yi''s heart bloomed with joy: "Really? That''s great! Where is this Taoist? I must reward him handsomely."


    "Who knows? Such enlightened masters wander the world. Maybe we''ll meet again someday." Holding Prosperity dismissed the matter lightly, ready to fully embrace her present life.


    After Cui Jie''s head was sent to Yangming Pass, Xu Cheng hung it on the city gate''s flagpole, successfully intimidating the small countries of the Western Regions. King Hu Mongolian Jialibeishan, despite resenting the loss of his son-in-law, had to surrender after several defeats.


    In April, Emperor Chengguang returned to the capital. The Empress Dowager, who had been bedridden, recovered quickly upon hearing of his victory. Few knew the true story behind her recovery.


    With his main threat eliminated, no one in the court dared challenge Cui Yi. The former Empress Dowager Rong was treated respectfully, and everyone praised Emperor Chengguang for his filial piety and benevolence.


    However, with internal and external threats resolved, officials began focusing on Cui Yi''s lack of concubines. Memos poured in, urging him to expand his harem for the sake of imperial lineage.


    "Oh."


    After hearing Xiao Qiu''s report, Holding Prosperity gave only one-word feedback and continued teaching her daughter to write.


    Xiao Qiu was frantic: "Majesty! The portraits have already been sent to the Imperial Study. Aren''t you worried? What if His Majesty accidentally takes a liking to someone and threatens your position?"


    Holding Prosperity looked at her maid helplessly: "Xiao Qiu, do you think so little of me? Can a mere flower compare to me? Even if you don''t trust His Majesty, trust me."


    Before Xiao Qiu could argue further, Cui Yi''s laughter echoed outside: "What are you talking about, trust or not?"

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    At the sound of Cui Yi''s voice, Xiao Qiu, who had more to say, immediately fell silent and stepped aside.


    "What are you discussing?" Cui Yi hadn''t heard their earlier conversation and handed the snuffbox to Du Zhongquan before picking up his rushing daughter. "My little treasure, did you wake up on time today?"


    Holding Prosperity signaled Xiao Qiu not to mention the earlier topic. Xiao Qiu fetched porridge, and with the distraction of the child, Cui Yi forgot his initial question.


    "These days busy?" Holding Prosperity casually asked while being served by father and daughter.


    "Not very," Cui Yi finished his bowl and wiped his mouth. "Why?"


    Holding Prosperity mentioned the upcoming Dragon Boat Festival: "The palace traditionally holds a banquet. What do you think?"


    Cui Yi looked at her curiously: "If it''s tradition, proceed as usual. You decide; don''t ask me about everything."


    Holding Prosperity suggested: "Banquets are wasteful. With continuous wars and tight finances, saving is crucial. Perhaps we shouldn''t hold one this year."


    Cui Yi nodded: "Fine. After Dragon Boat Festival is Princess Xian''er''s birthday. It''s inappropriate to have consecutive banquets. Have the Imperial Kitchen prepare some zongzi for the ladies-in-waiting to distribute."


    Holding Prosperity agreed and hesitated: "Maybe we shouldn''t celebrate Xian''er''s birthday either. Children don''t mind much. Let''s save the trouble."


    Princess Xian''er looked up, her voice sweet: "No birthday party for me. I want to play with Father."


    Holding Prosperity''s frugality was known to Cui Yi, but seeing even his daughter agree, he felt touched and guilty. He couldn''t provide them a carefree life and had to make them endure austerity.


    "You... don''t need to be so harsh on yourselves. Xian''er is a princess; her birthday should be celebrated, albeit simply."


    Holding Prosperity smiled: "Not harsh, just prudent. If you feel bad, note it down. We''ll add interest to her dowry when she marries."


    Cui Yi: "..."


    Holding Prosperity asked with a smile: "Not good?"


    Cui Yi didn''t know how to react: "It''s not about good or bad. You... sigh, do as you wish. We''re not that poor."


    "Whether rich or poor, thriftiness is always good," Holding Prosperity wiped her daughter''s mouth. "Saving now prepares us for unexpected events."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    "What events?" Cui Yi asked curiously, his expression changing slightly.


    Holding Prosperity smiled: "How would I know? Being prepared avoids panic later."


    Cui Yi looked at her intently, seeing no signs of hidden knowledge. "Alright, as you wish. No banquets for Dragon Boat Festival or Xian''er''s birthday. I''ll join you early that day to spend time with you and the children. Sorry for the lack of attention recently."


    Holding Prosperity tidied his clothes: "As long as your heart is here, physical presence doesn''t matter. Go, I''ll have pigeon soup sent later. Don''t overwork."


    Cui Yi agreed and left with Du Zhongquan. Xiao Qiu approached nervously: "Terrifying! Your Majesty''s thoughtful actions keep His Majesty focused. He won''t stray."


    Holding Prosperity looked at her seriously: "No matter how thoughtful I am, some things are inevitable. Remember, Xiao Qiu, don''t try to cage a man''s heart��it''s impossible. Focus on what matters, and a man with conscience won''t stray."


    Xiao Qiu nodded obediently but asked: "What if he lacks conscience?"


    Holding Prosperity rolled her eyes: "Then you picked the wrong person. What else can you do?"


    Xiao Qiu wouldn''t dare call Cui Yi unfaithful, so they pretended not to notice the escalating pressure for a concubine selection. Until one day in June, Cheng Fengyi visited with bad news: "His Majesty agreed to select concubines this autumn."


    Holding Prosperity paused her writing briefly but continued. Cheng Fengyi scolded: "How can you remain calm? Didn''t His Majesty always refuse concubine selections? Did you quarrel?"


    "No, sister, don''t worry." Holding Prosperity finished writing "Sun and Moon Together Shine," put down her brush, and gestured for Cheng Fengyi to sit. "Tea, Xiao Qiu."


    Cheng Fengyi sighed in frustration: "I hoped His Majesty would be faithful, but he''s no different."


    Holding Prosperity smiled silently, discussing preparations for Wangshi''s baby gifts and Ju Jiao''s upcoming wedding. They chatted about various topics, avoiding the concubine selection.


    The selection was set for Mid-Autumn Festival. Holding Prosperity found it amusing that women would compete for her husband during a family reunion. Cui Yi hadn''t told her yet, perhaps planning to surprise her. Maybe he''d even select an empress.


    Cui Yi kept silent, and Holding Prosperity played along, waiting to see how long he could keep it secret. Cheng Fengyi, however, couldn''t stand it and asked Cui Yi: "Why not tell Her Majesty the truth? If she misunderstands, it''ll cause unnecessary trouble."


    "I can''t tell her," Cui Yi rejected immediately. "Gong Qi, you don''t understand..."


    The people brought back to the Wangfu, you should know her temperament very well. If she knew we set such a trap, she would definitely oppose it. But this matter cannot go wrong. Since we know she wouldn''t agree, it''s better not to let her know from the beginning."


    Yang Qiong paused for a moment and boldly asked, "Actually, the Emperor is just unable to persuade Her Highness, right?"


    Cui Yi actually shamelessly admitted, "Yes." Then he added teasingly, "We are both in the same boat, sharing the same feelings."


    Yang Qiong was amused but didn''t say anything. Cui Yi then asked, "Any latest news about Guo Mao? When will he come? You must keep an eye on him, but don''t let the news leak. This matter must be resolved, otherwise, there will be endless troubles."


    "Yes, Your Majesty, I understand."


    Time passed quickly, and soon it was close to the Mid-Autumn Festival. The beauties from all over were arriving in the capital one after another. Chu Ying had been restless for days, but on the eve of the festival, her heart calmed down. She continued her routine as usual. After Cui Yi finished his court affairs, he came to Yaohua Palace to have dinner with her, and during the meal, they did not talk about the selection of beauties at all.


    After eating and drinking tea, as night fell, Du Zhongquan entered and asked, "Your Majesty, are you staying in Yaohua Palace tonight?"


    Cui Yi was peeling an orange for Xiao Cui Xian and looked up, "What time is it now?"


    Du Zhongquan replied, "It''s already the second watch outside."


    Cui Yi raised his eyebrows, handed the peeled orange to his daughter, and got off the couch, "It''s late, I should go back."


    Chu Ying couldn''t help laughing. It was usually her who chased him away, but this was the first time he wanted to leave on his own.


    She didn��t say anything but Xiao Cui Xian clung to his robe, unwilling to let go, "Father, don''t go."


    Cui Yi wiped his hands, threw the towel back into the plate, and patted his daughter��s head, "Xian''er, be good. I''ll come again tomorrow night. Oh, Chu Ying, I forgot to tell you something."


    "What is it?" Chu Ying thought he was finally going to talk about the selection of beauties, but heard Cui Yi say, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Take Xian''er and Hao''er out of the palace for a walk. I remember you used to love Zhouji''s sesame balls and mung bean cakes. Buy some, and we can eat them while admiring the moon tonight."


    Xiao Qiu blurted out, "Your servant can send someone to buy them. There''s no need for Her Highness to go herself."


    But Chu Ying smiled calmly, "Alright."


    Cui Yi looked at her seriously. Chu Ying smiled faintly, as if she had seen through everything but chose not to talk about it.


    Suddenly, Cui Yi felt a bit guilty towards her and stepped forward, taking her hand, "Chu Ying, I promise you, tonight, and every Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year''s Eve, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival... I will spend them with you. You must believe me."


    Chu Ying smiled gently and nodded lightly, "Okay."


    Cui Yi lifted her hand and kissed it, then turned and left.

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    On the morning of the fifteenth day of the eighth month, Chu Ying took her two children out of the palace. She deliberately chose to leave through Changshun Gate to avoid meeting the selected beauties.


    Xiao Qiu still couldn''t understand this decision and grumbled, "Her Highness is the empress, why should she avoid those little bitches? She should walk out through Guangming Gate and teach them a lesson, so they won''t dare to step on your toes once they enter the palace."


    Chu Ying sighed, shaking her head, "Xiao Qiu, please stop talking. I know you''re loyal, but you always speak without thinking. Since His Majesty doesn''t want me to know, I must avoid suspicion. If I went to Guangming Gate and made a scene, it would be like slapping His Majesty in public. The ministers outside already have many complaints about me, and we shouldn''t provoke them further. Are you trying to get me removed faster?"


    Xiao Qiu hung her head, mumbling, "I just can''t swallow this humiliation."


    "Whether you can or can''t, you must swallow it. If you continue to act recklessly, you will eventually harm me. I will have to send you out of the palace and find someone else to serve me," Chu Ying said sternly.


    Xiao Qiu was shocked and knelt down, "Please forgive me, Your Highness! I won''t do it again."


    Chu Ying sighed and pulled back the curtain to look outside. The sky was clear, and the moon would surely be bright tonight. She wondered who would be by her side when they admired the moon.


    Meanwhile, the selected beauties were entering the palace dressed beautifully. They could only enter through the side gates, but to reach Wansheng Palace, they had to pass through Guangming Gate. The Ministry of Internal Affairs set up a waiting area outside Guangming Gate. Thousands of young beauties from different regions, aged between twelve and sixteen, gathered there, full of hope and anticipation.


    Among them were daughters and younger sisters of high-ranking officials from various regions, as well as princesses from Dongchang and other countries. Princess Hulumtuo was also among them, but due to cultural customs, she wore a veil, making it hard to see her face clearly.


    Some of the girls approached her, either to make friends or to humiliate her. Regardless of their intentions, Princess Hulumtuo ignored them, sitting quietly with her maid explaining, "Our princess is new here and needs rest. Please don''t disturb her."


    The disappointed girls walked away, whispering disdainfully. Although it was summer, the princess was fully covered, only her eyes visible, looking tired and unwell.


    The eunuchs repeatedly called out names, and fewer and fewer people remained. Finally, it was Princess Hulumtuo''s turn. She was led through Guangming Gate and joined the other beauties heading towards Wansheng Palace.


    Cui Yi sat on the throne in his purple-gold dragon robe. The beauties lined up, and Du Zhongquan called out each name. Cui Yi listened and watched expressionlessly, making no comments.


    "Hulumtuo Princess Danalia."


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    Cui Yi played with his snuff bottle, a smile playing on his lips.


    Princess Danalia approached and performed a local greeting. Empress Rong squinted and said, "Take off the veil and let me see."


    The maid replied, "According to our custom, women''s faces cannot be shown to strangers. If Your Majesty wants to see, the princess can show you privately."


    Empress Rong nodded, and Cui Yi agreed, "Mother, please take a look for me!"


    They returned after a while, Empress Rong smiling, "She is indeed beautiful and polite, but looks sickly."


    The maid explained, "The princess is not used to the climate here, so she hasn''t been eating or sleeping well."


    Empress Rong nodded and turned to Cui Yi, "I think she''s fine. What about you?"


    "If Mother thinks she''s fine, then let her stay."


    Cui Yi waved his hand grandly, keeping the first��and only��person selected today.


    At that moment, Chu Ying was strolling in the streets with her children. Both kids hadn''t left the palace for months and were curious about everything. Xiao Cui Hao was quieter, while Xiao Cui Xian was hyperactive, almost running off if not held by Xiao Qiu.


    Cheng Fengyi was also there with Xiao Shujin. Chu Ying had to take care of both children and soon became exhausted. Seeing Xiao Shujin obediently following her mother, she remarked, "Jin''er behaves like a proper lady, unlike Xian''er, who''s like a little monkey, jumping around all the time."


    Xiao Cui Xian turned and pouted, "If I''m a monkey, then you''re a mother monkey."


    Chu Ying laughed, "You''ve learned to talk back! How am I supposed to handle you when you grow up?"


    Cheng Fengyi teased, "Like father, like daughter. I think Xian''er will become a heroine, maybe even stronger than her father."


    Xiao Cui Xian cheered, "Right, Cheng Auntie! When I grow up, I''ll be a female general, riding the golden crow to conquer the world!"


    Chu Ying recalled how Xian''er grabbed the imperial seal and then Bo Muer''s gem-studded saber during her first birthday celebration. Maybe her daughter would indeed become a female general or governor. Her daughter was lively, while her son was calm, balancing each other out.


    Thinking of Bo Muer naturally reminded her of Sang Duo. During the search for the lost Cui Yi, Bo Muer went alone, while his sister Sang Duo was nowhere to be seen. Did something happen between them? Where did Sang Duo go?


    They bought snacks and found a restaurant to eat lunch. They met Xu Cheng on holiday with Nian Jiaojiao buying Hehe Su. They chatted for a long time.


    Nian Jiaojiao asked, "When we came out, we saw many girls my age leaving the palace. Is there something big happening in the palace today? Why are you out?"


    Chu Ying answered frankly, "His Majesty is selecting beauties today. Those you saw are the ones eliminated."


    Nian Jiaojiao, with half a cake in her mouth, stared in disbelief, "Selecting beauties? Isn''t His Majesty supposed to love only you and never marry anyone else?"


    Cheng Fengyi nudged her arm, "Don''t rub salt into Her Highness''s wound. His Majesty kept this from her, and she''s already upset. Don''t be so tactless."


    Nian Jiaojiao looked apologetic, "I didn''t mean to... Sorry, Your Highness."


    Chu Ying smiled, "It''s okay. I''m not petty. Eat, or it''ll get cold."


    Nian Jiaojiao pushed the box towards her, "Eat too, Your Highness. Hehe Su tastes good and has a good meaning. Eating it ensures eternal love with your beloved. I insisted Xu Cheng accompany me to buy it today. Eat it, and His Majesty won''t change his heart."


    Chu Ying wanted to say these things were nonsense but seeing Nian Jiaojiao''s sincerity, she took a piece, "Xu General treats you so well, yet you worry unnecessarily. You''re blessed but don''t realize it."


    Nian Jiaojiao shook her head, "Men are never faithful. I''m doing this to prevent any mishaps."


    Chu Ying changed the subject, knowing Xu Cheng was reminded of his past. Love is like a moth drawn to a flame; Shan Jian was like that, and so was she. If she could perish together with the flame, even if scarred, it would be worth it.


    Since Cui Yi ascended the throne, the harem had been empty. This time, families spared no effort, adopting or forcibly taking girls to participate. Over eight thousand girls were reported, and after multiple screenings, three thousand were sent to the capital. After physical examinations, 1,600 were presented to Cui Yi. Even just looking at them took half a day, until the third watch, when the selection ended.


    Cui Yi wasn''t interested in the selection but followed Bai Lizan''s advice, "Only a trick that fools yourself can fool others." To him, changing his son''s diaper was more interesting than watching similar-looking women.


    After the fake selection, except for Princess Danalia, everyone else was eliminated. Their sunny faces turned gloomy, and they left dejectedly.


    The veiled princess was led to her palace. Before entering, she saw Cui Yi standing alone in the courtyard. The maids knelt, and the princess tried to kneel but was stopped by Cui Yi.


    "You''re unwell, no need to bow. Go inside and rest. I came to check if the Ministry of Internal Affairs prepared everything properly."


    The princess''s voice was soft, "Since Your Majesty is here, why not come inside? I''d like to play the zither to express my gratitude."


    Cui Yi''s lips curled slightly, "Alright, I''ll come in."


    The maids stood up, leading them inside. The servants greeted them and busied themselves with tea and other tasks. Cui Yi dismissed the Hulumtuo maids, addressing the princess, "Now that there''s no one else, you don''t need to pretend anymore."

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    Cui Yi dismissed all the attendants and addressed the princess, "Now that there''s no one else, you don''t need to pretend anymore, Miss Sang Duo."


    The veiled princess''s eyes widened instantly.


    "When I heard from Guo Ziyang that you were coming to the capital, I didn''t believe it. You and your brother have helped us so much, but now you''re on a path of enmity with Chu Ying and me."


    Seeing her disguise exposed, Sang Duo dropped the pretense, pulling off her veil and scarf, revealing her true appearance. "So you knew all along."


    Cui Yi played with his snuff bottle, unperturbed, "Not only did I know, but this selection was set up just for you. You wanted to sneak into the palace for revenge, but I thought it would be better to confront you openly rather than risk you causing trouble and hurting Chu Ying."


    Sang Duo looked extremely ill, almost as if she was seriously ill. Her previous weakness wasn''t an act.


    She said angrily, "So you set a trap for me? Was it Chu Ying''s idea?"


    "No, she doesn''t know about this," Cui Yi said, "I didn''t want her to know. She was saved and protected by you and your brother when she was in trouble. If she knew she had killed your beloved man on White Dragon Ridge, she would never find peace."


    Sang Duo fell silent, then slowly spoke, "Chu Ying... is truly fortunate."


    Cui Yi nodded, "She is, and so am I. We owe our current lives to you and your brother. Bo Muer risked his life to save me in the desert. Do you know about that?"


    Sang Duo looked surprised, "My brother..."


    Cui Yi said solemnly, "On the surface, he saved me, but in reality, he did it for you. He despised me, but he accepted because he knew you were on a path to death. He hoped I would spare you."


    Sang Duo trembled uncontrollably, "Brother..."


    Cui Yi slowly drew a knife from his sleeve��the gem-studded saber Bo Muer left behind on Xian''er''s first birthday. Holding the scabbard, he extended the hilt towards her.


    Sang Duo was visibly moved, her fingers clutching the veil, refusing to take it.


    Cui Yi pressed the hilt closer, "Do it. Stab me in the heart, and your revenge will be complete. As for Chu Ying, Xian''er, and Hao''er, they have nothing to do with you. Please spare them."


    Tears streamed down Sang Duo''s face, "Why... why are you... able to do this..."


    Cui Yi smiled bitterly, "Did you ever hate him for abandoning your sister and choosing you, then later abandoning you for the Hulumtuo princess?"


    Sang Duo sobbed loudly, burying her face in the veil.


    "I don''t mean to insult the man you loved, but deep down, you know the truth. That''s why you appeared as Princess Hulumtuo," Cui Yi maintained his stance, "If you think it''s worth it, go ahead. Don''t worry, I''ve arranged for Gong Qi to ensure your safe departure after killing me."


    Sang Duo cried uncontrollably, tears soaking through the veil, dripping onto her knees.


    Cui Yi pushed the hilt out slightly, "I am the emperor, and my word is law. I promised not to harm you, and I will keep my promise."


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    Sang Duo looked up at him, tear-streaked.


    Cui Yi remained calm, as if he had long accepted his fate.


    Finally, Sang Duo let out a piercing scream and pulled out the saber��


    Meanwhile, in the teahouse outside the palace, Xu Cheng, under pressure from the three women, revealed the whole story.


    When Chu Ying heard that Cui Yi was willing to trade his life for Sang Duo''s forgiveness, her face turned pale. She rushed out of the teahouse, leaving her children behind.


    Xu Cheng tried to explain, "Your Highness, I haven''t finished telling the story..."


    But Chu Ying had already jumped into the carriage and sped away.


    Nian Jiaojiao kicked him, "You messed up! Go after her!"


    They hurried after her, but Chu Ying''s carriage had already disappeared into the distance.


    She thought she had foreseen the future and avoided disaster, but now she realized Cui Yi had chosen to sacrifice himself to appease Sang Duo''s anger!


    Chu Ying regretted deeply, blaming herself for not foreseeing this outcome.


    He had no wings of his own, nor could he fly back to the palace. Cui Yi only knew to trade one life for another, ensuring their mother and son would live in peace for the rest of their lives without disturbance. But did he ever think about how an orphaned mother and child could live peacefully and happily if he were gone? Was he too foolish or simply too infatuated?


    After much effort, the carriage finally returned to the palace, where Wan Sheng Palace was in complete chaos. The maids and eunuchs were all crying, and Chi Ying almost fell to her knees. She grabbed the nearest maid and asked, "Where is the Emperor?" The maid sobbed and couldn''t answer. Chi Ying''s heart instantly turned cold.


    At that moment, Du Zhongquan came out and saw Chi Ying swaying unsteadily. He hurriedly approached and said, "Your Majesty, don''t be alarmed. The Emperor is fine now!"


    Chi Ying: "..."


    Du Zhongquan continued, "The imperial physician has already examined him. It''s just a minor flesh wound. There''s nothing serious. The assassin has been captured by Captain Yang and executed on the spot. The Emperor is resting inside. Would you like to go in and see him?"


    Chi Ying took a deep breath and shouted with the loudest voice she had ever used, "The Emperor isn''t dead yet! Why are you all crying? !"


    All the maids and eunuchs in the courtyard were startled into silence.


    Chi Ying angrily pushed through the crowd and strode into the hall. The maids inside knelt down when they saw her, but Chi Ying ignored them and rushed straight to the bed.


    "Eh? Why are you back?" Cui Yi was wearing a single layer of clothing and leaning against the dragon bed. He was startled by Chi Ying''s sudden arrival.


    Chi Ying stared at him for a while, then without saying a word, went up and pulled off his blanket.


    There was a patch of red blood on the white inner garment over his abdomen. Chi Ying''s eyes immediately reddened. Cui Yi quickly reached out to pull her close. "Don''t cry, don''t cry��You all leave." The maids left in turn, and Cui Yi then whispered hoarsely, "It''s fake! Don''t cry!"


    Chi Ying felt a surge of grief, but his words made her pause. "What did you say?"


    Cui Yi took her hand and sat her down beside the bed, then whispered, "I''m fine. This is just a show for those people outside. Stop crying. I specifically sent you away so you wouldn''t know. Why did you come back early?"


    Chi Ying didn''t want to say that Xu Cheng had betrayed him, otherwise Xu Cheng would surely be fined ten years'' salary. So she only said, "I... had a premonition that something bad was going to happen..."


    Cui Yi wiped the corners of her eyes with his hand, feeling both heartache and admiration. "Your premonitions are always so accurate. But this time it really was just a false alarm."


    Then he told her everything he had planned over the past six months.


    As early as mid-April, Guo Mao, who had stayed behind in Liangzhou to clean up the mess, had sent news that Sang Duo intended to sneak into the capital to avenge Cui Jie. At first, Cui Yi didn''t believe it. Sang Duo and his elder brother had nothing to do with each other. What kind of revenge could there be? But after reading Guo Mao''s detailed account, he discovered that during the time he was recuperating, Cui Jie hadn''t been idle either. Using his long-cultivated skills of deceiving women, he had seduced both Sang Duo and Princess Humutuo��the true Danalia��to fall in love with him and even had physical relationships with these two innocent girls.


    Hearing this, Chi Ying felt more than speechless. Cui Jie had truly stopped at nothing to restore his power. In her previous life, she had also been one of the deceived. Thinking about it made her feel ashamed.


    "According to Guo Ziyang himself, after escaping from Qin Prefecture with my elder brother, they headed north and met Bo Muer and Sang Duo near Chaoyan Mountain. Due to circumstances, they concealed their identities and claimed to be fleeing from enemies. These siblings were always willing to help others and took them in. When my elder brother learned that Bo Muer was the chief of the Buxia tribe, he wanted to recruit him and set his sights on Sang Duo."


    Cui Yi sighed here, "Sang Duo is also a pitiful girl, deeply deceived by my elder brother. Later, when my elder brother revealed his identity and hoped that the Buxia tribe would help him, Bo Muer refused. Over this matter, Sang Duo quarreled several times with Bo Muer. Women, once they have a man, will do anything��even scold their own brothers."


    Chi Ying''s face remained expressionless. "Oh, Your Majesty is implying something about me?"


    Cui Yi laughed awkwardly and tried to appease her, "No, no, I misspoke. Do you want to hit me twice as punishment?"


    Chi Ying rolled her eyes at him and urged, "Continue, what happened next?"


    "Well..."


    Like countless women who fell in love, Sang Duo was willing to sacrifice everything for a man. But Cui Jie wanted the support of the entire Buxia tribe, not just one woman. After realizing he couldn''t persuade Bo Muer, he secretly left with his men. Only later did Sang Duo discover she was pregnant, leading to another argument with her brother. To avoid tragedy, Bo Muer accompanied her to see Humutuo to find Cui Jie.


    By then, however, Cui Jie had become Princess Danalia''s consort. Upon learning this, Sang Duo fell seriously ill, and her pregnancy nearly ended in miscarriage.


    The subsequent events were mostly known to them. With Guo Mao''s help, Cui Jie incited the Western Regions to form an allied army, intending to fight back to the Central Plains. However, he fell into Chi Ying''s trap at Bai Longgang and was killed by Cui Yi with an arrow through his chest. The allied army naturally scattered, and Princess Danalia committed suicide out of loyalty. Sang Duo, being seven months pregnant at the time, decided to seek revenge for her lover.


    "She looked very pale. After my elder brother died, she probably had no heart to properly recover. I hope she didn''t develop any health issues," Cui Yi sighed.


    Chi Ying also sighed. Who would have thought that Sang Duo, who had once been like a sister to her, would be deceived and abandoned by Cui Jie, and still risk her life to avenge him? Fortunately, she encountered someone as humane as Cui Yi; otherwise, both mother and child would certainly have faced death.

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    Sang Duo''s decision to seek revenge in the Central Plains was leaked by someone within the Humutuo royal family. Guo Mao, always good at dealing with people, found out about this and promptly informed Cui Yi. He also bribed informants to keep tabs on the situation.


    "Guo Ziyang is a formidable person, but my elder brother never appreciated him," Cui Yi said with a satisfied look, "Just because of the Rong Hai incident, Guo Ziyang advised my elder brother not to hastily label Rong Hai as a traitor. But instead of understanding his intentions, my elder brother blamed him. On the day I conquered the capital, if it weren''t for the fact that it was his monthly visit to the palace, my elder brother would have been dead long ago."


    Chi Ying clicked her tongue twice. "Is this something he told you himself?"


    Cui Yi smiled and replied, "Yes, to prove his loyalty, he confessed everything he had done. Actually, whether he confessed or not didn''t matter much. My elder brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother were all dead. Who else could he turn to? As long as he does his job well, I''m not the type to exterminate everyone."


    While in Liangzhou, Guo Mao kept in contact with informants from Humutuo. When Sang Duo decided to seek revenge, she was still pregnant and physically unable to take risks. Moreover, when Cui Yi captured Purple Chapter City, Cui Jie abandoned his concubines, and most of his children were killed in the chaos. The child in Sang Duo''s womb was Cui Jie''s last descendant, and she couldn''t bear to harm it.


    With ample information and the cooperation of Guo Mao and Baili Zan, Cui Yi staged a fake imperial selection, deliberately giving Sang Duo the opportunity to approach the palace.


    The benefits of a fake selection weren''t limited to luring Sang Duo. By agreeing to the selection and getting injured in the process, anyone who mentioned the selection again would be suspected of plotting to assassinate the emperor. Thus, he could enjoy some peace and quiet.


    Chi Ying looked skeptical. "A ruse? But why are you fine? When I came in earlier, your complexion didn''t look like you''d lost too much blood."


    Cui Yi smiled. "And you were scared to tears."


    "That''s because I saw blood!" Chi Ying glared at him, slightly angry.


    Cui Yi patted the back of her hand. "That''s the clever part. If anyone doubts, I can pretend to be strong, try to get out of bed, and reveal the bloodstain. Then no one would doubt."


    Chi Ying looked at his smug face and retorted sarcastically, "Very clever indeed."


    Cui Yi pinched the blood on his robe. "This is pig''s blood. Mr. Yuan had someone fill pig bladders with it and hide them under my clothes. When she stabbed, she thought I was really injured. But..."


    "But what?"


    "Sang Duo''s reaction was a bit unexpected."


    Cui Yi gestured as if handing a knife. "I handed her the knife, expecting her to stab me fiercely. But she drew the knife to commit suicide."


    Chi Ying was suddenly shocked. "She died?"


    Cui Yi shook his head and pointed to his arm. "No, I stopped her in time. The knife cut her arm slightly. I had Gong Qi send her away. She should be out of the city by now."


    Chi Ying breathed a sigh of relief. "That''s good... Sang Duo is also a pitiful girl, deceived by such a person and still willing to die for him... Oh, right, what about her child? Did she bring it to the capital?"


    Cui Yi glanced away casually. "I don''t know. Probably not. ��You know, standing in full armor in the August heat all day, my skin felt like it was soaking in sweat. I originally thought the knife was fake and wouldn''t hurt, so I didn''t need extra protection. But Mr. Yuan insisted I wear it, and even brought out his ancestral protective mirror."


    Chi Ying looked at him, sensing he was hiding something, and sighed, deciding not to press further. Cui Yi rarely hid things from her, and even if he did, it was usually for her sake, to avoid putting her in difficult situations or causing her pain.


    Rather than pressing the issue and making both of them unhappy, it was better to let certain matters remain unresolved, perhaps forever.


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    On the outskirts of the capital, the dazed Sang Duo was helped off the carriage. Yang Qiong and his men turned back, and Cao Qian, who had been waiting, dismounted and handed her a bundle from a soldier.


    "What is it?" Sang Duo asked blankly.


    Cao Qian didn''t speak. Sang Duo reached out to take it, but as soon as her hand touched the bundle, she understood what it was. She recoiled as if electrocuted, staggering backward. A soldier caught her just in time to prevent her from collapsing.


    Her face drained of color, and she gasped in fear, shaking her head and muttering, "Liar... Impossible... Impossible!"


    Cao Qian tossed the bundle at her feet and said coldly, "His Majesty has shown you great mercy by letting you go, remembering the gratitude of your brother''s past deeds. His Majesty advises you to remember that you''re young and have a long future ahead. It''s not worth it for such a person."


    Sang Duo let out a piercing scream, grabbed the bundle, hugged it tightly, and cried out in anguish, "No��!"


    "Cover her mouth and put her in the carriage," Cao Qian ordered. Two soldiers dragged her to the carriage, and her screams soon turned to muffled cries as the carriage drove southward.


    In the palace, news spread that the emperor had been attacked during the selection and was severely injured. Ministers were terrified and dared not even visit him, kneeling outside Wan Sheng Palace to beg forgiveness. Chi Ying made them kneel for two or three hours before reluctantly pardoning them.


    Seeing these old lechers, who had wanted to marry their daughters into the palace, trembling with fear and gratitude, Chi Ying felt immensely satisfied. Good, very good. From now on, anyone who dared mention the selection would face public condemnation and eternal disgrace. Though she didn''t care about being empress herself, she wouldn''t give others the chance to rise.


    Thus, that year''s Mid-Autumn Festival found Cui Yi confined to bed. Although the promise of family reunion was fulfilled, ...


    "Where''s the moon viewing?" Chi Ying threw a pile of food she had bought outside onto the bed.


    Cui Yi chuckled nervously, "Well... I would love to accompany my beloved concubine to view the moon, but... all the imperial physicians are kneeling in the courtyard. If I go out and something happens, their heads will roll. How could you bear that?"


    Chi Ying snorted and called out, "Bring a table over and fetch that purple sandalwood throne. Since His Majesty can''t go out to view the moon, we''ll stay indoors and celebrate together."


    Cui Yi, unaware of her ulterior motives, happily agreed, "Excellent, excellent."


    Soon, little Cui Xian and little Cui Hao were brought in. The whole family gathered around the bed, with dozens of snacks on the table. The children, blissfully unaware of hardship, happily grabbed food with both hands. Chi Ying took a pickled chicken foot and munched contentedly, "Cheng Sister''s homemade pickles are far better than the palace chefs''."


    Cui Yi licked his lips, eyeing the feast wistfully, "Well... seeing you all eat so happily, I feel a bit hungry myself."


    Chi Ying smiled slyly, "Oh dear, I forgot you were still hungry. Bring the pearl jade porridge from the imperial kitchen."


    Pearl jade porridge was plain rice boiled with vegetables. Seeing the bland bowl, Cui Yi''s face turned greener than the floating leaves. His lips twitched, "This... I''m injured. Without meat, how can I recover?"


    Chi Ying immediately added, "Quick, bring a white jade ball." The maids brought a bowl containing a peeled boiled egg.


    Cui Yi: "..."


    "Your Majesty, the imperial physicians said during recovery, it''s best to avoid rich foods, but eggs are fine. You can have as many as you like whenever you crave meat."


    Cui Yi looked at the snacks on the table and then at his small bowl of porridge and boiled egg, his sorrow turning into a lament, "I want meat��!"


    That night, the full moon shone brightly, casting its light everywhere. Heroes and beauties, all became part of history''s eternal scroll.


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    **Side Story Volume**


    **Side Story One: Little Peach Crisp''s Diary**


    X month X day, rainy


    I was born in a broken basket in the house next to the Prince''s residence. Mama Cat said she chose this place because the food in the neighboring residence was particularly good, often throwing away untouched fish, enough for her to eat for two or three meals. But when I asked why we didn''t just make our nest in the Prince''s residence, Mama Cat swatted me with a paw, "Fool! Can you just live wherever you want?"


    What''s so special about the Prince''s residence anyway? Four pillars, three walls, two living people, and a bed. Isn''t it the same as where we live now?


    ... But what does ''Prince''s residence'' mean?


    Ah! Leaking! Help! I can''t walk yet!


    X month X day, sunny


    Despite Mama Cat''s repeated warnings not to wander into the Prince''s residence, I''ve secretly visited several times.


    The Prince''s residence is huge. Luckily, I know the way. Why do humans build such big houses for themselves? And they keep dogs. I hate dogs the most!


    But the food in the Prince''s residence is indeed good, with plenty of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. Unfortunately, none of it is for me.


    I heard from the servants that the prince eats first, followed by the attendants, then the dogs, and finally stray cats like me.


    Pfft! Why should I eat leftovers from the dogs? No way!


    So I seized the opportunity when the attendants weren''t looking and swooped down like a god, scaring the dog so badly it hid behind a water tank. Thus, the dog''s bowl of fatty fish became mine.


    X month X day, sunny


    Today, I encountered a stranger while scavenging in the Prince''s residence. Judging by the leftovers in his bowl, he must be an attendant.


    The male attendant sat eating under the corridor. I passed by, stuffed from eating, and he waved at me. I ignored him.


    He picked out some fish from his bowl, "Little kitty, come eat some fish."


    Hmph! I''m already full!


    X month X day, windy


    Today was unlucky. While climbing a wall, I encountered a large dog. My fish was stolen.


    I was furious and scratched the cowardly dog, which offered me a pork rib from its bowl. I was even angrier��who wants to eat that! So I scratched it again and went elsewhere to find food.


    Again, I met the male attendant. He was still eating his leftovers under the corridor. Recognizing me, he offered me some fish from his bowl.


    I thought about it. Attendants'' food was better than dogs'', so eating his wasn''t beneath me. I approached and ate.


    But feeding is one thing, who allowed you to pet my fur!


    X month X day, cloudy


    Didn''t eat enough today and got into a fight with a big dog. Not happy!


    Luckily, the male attendant was still eating under the corridor. I wagged my tail over, and he gave me all the fish from his bowl.


    Much better~ For being so generous, I''ll let you pet me.


    X month X day, sunny


    Today, while eating with the male attendant, we encountered a woman. He bowed to her, obviously the lady of the house.


    Seeing us eating together, the lady screamed. Sensing trouble, I ran. Sure enough, shortly after, the lord of the house��a man covered in iron scales��appeared with a fierce expression.


    Fortunately, I ran fast, or I''d be dead today.


    X month X day, partly cloudy


    The male attendant''s food improved, and I benefited too. He even held me to play with the lady.


    The lady''s thighs are soft and perfect for sleeping.


    X month X day, cloudy turning clear


    The lady named me Little Peach Crisp. Does she want to eat me?


    But it doesn''t seem like it.


    X month X day, cloudy


    Alert! Alert! A shrew has entered the Prince''s residence!


    The shrew even dared to bully the lady. Unbearable! Big Dog, let''s teach her a lesson!


    D*mn! Just a coward. Not going.

 The princess sent several reminders.

    "Pull it down!"


    X month X day, light rain


    The shrew has moved into the Wangfu residence. Life can''t go on like this. Even my nap time is disturbed by her screeching voice. This can''t go on!


    X month X day, partly cloudy


    Today I met the shrew head-on. All my fur stood up, and finally, I scared her away. Feeling refreshed~


    X month X day, sunny


    Today, when the shrimp man held me to play with the lady owner, I heard them quarreling inside. The argument turned into a fight. The male owner didn''t have scales today, but he was still fierce. The female owner couldn''t beat him.


    The shrimp man was very worried and put me down, asking me to go in and save the female owner.


    Hey! Do you think I can beat such a big human? He''s dozens of times bigger than Big Chunk!


    Despite his urging, I reluctantly went in. If I can''t fight, I can at least reason with them.


    But unexpectedly, I was so impressive! I just cleared my throat, and before I could say "a good man doesn''t hit a woman," the male owner ran away. The female owner was lying on the bed unable to get up, and I jumped up and licked her.


    Sigh~ Humans are so troublesome. Why do males and females have to live together? Living together often leads to fights.


    And the Wangfu is so big; you could easily live separately. That way, you wouldn''t bump into each other and wouldn''t argue!


    Do you think what I said makes sense, female owner?


    X month X day, partly cloudy


    Today, the female owner''s mother came to visit her.


    I hate this woman because she waved her hand to chase me away as soon as she arrived, calling me a stray cat! Nonsense! I''m already the master cat of this Wangfu! Even Big Chunk doesn''t dare to compete with me for food anymore!


    She also said I would harm the female owner''s child, which is absurd. I am not that kind of cat. If anything, the shrew living in the Wangfu is dangerous and should be kicked out!


    X month X day, sunny


    After a long time without visiting Mama Cat, I went out today, only to find out something big happened in the Wangfu!


    That shrew actually kicked the female owner!


    I always knew she would cause trouble if she stayed in the Wangfu. Now look, this happened while I was away.


    The shrimp man was very depressed. When it happened, he was there but couldn''t protect the female owner either.


    Fortunately, the female owner''s child was fine. Otherwise, the female owner''s mother might blame me again.


    X month X day, overcast


    The female owner gave birth to a little girl, but I still wasn''t allowed into their yard. So annoying!


    The female owner''s thigh belongs to me!


    X month X day, partly cloudy turning overcast


    Today, something big happened in the Wangfu. Many people with scales rushed in and took everything out. The shrimp man held me, the female owner held the little female owner, and we could only watch from the courtyard.


    Even the dog was taken away! The dog is my servant. Who allowed you to take him away? Give him back! Or I''ll scratch your face!


    The shrimp man held me too tightly, so I couldn''t jump out and had to watch helplessly as the dog was taken away.


    Hope it won''t become porridge. Sigh~


    X month X day, overcast


    I don''t want to ride in a carriage!!!!!!


    X month X day, sunny


    The shrew married the male owner. It seems she will live with the male owner from now on.


    But how can three people sleep on one bed? Will there be two female owners? I will never acknowledge the shrew as Female Owner No. 2.


    PS: The food at the shrew''s house is terrible. Not fit for a cat!


    X month X day, sunny


    The female owner is missing!


    I searched the entire large yard of the shrew''s house but couldn''t find the female owner or the little female owner. So strange, where did they go?


    Did they move because the food here is so bad?


    X month X day, sunny turning partly cloudy


    Another carriage ride! It''s killing me!


    X month X day, partly cloudy turning sunny


    We arrived at the new home. There''s only me, no chickens or anything.


    Not happy. Wonder how the dog is doing. Although it''s likely turned into human poop by now.


    X month X day, heavy snow


    It''s snowing. Everyone is happy, saying it rarely rains here, and snow means good harvest next year. I don''t understand why rain is good. It''s wet and sticky. Snow is also annoying. I can only stay in the shrimp man''s arms, but his thighs aren''t soft enough.


    Kind of miss the female owner.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    X month X day, heavy snow


    A new cat came in today and was chased away by me.


    X month X day, sunny


    The female owner is back~~~ My thigh!


    X month X day, sunny


    Today, I''m in a bad mood because the shrimp man is going on a long trip. He wanted to take me along, but I hate riding in carriages, so he had to go alone.


    Not only that, but that cat came again. Ugh, so annoying!


    But he just ate some leftover fish bones. At least he knows his place.


    X month X day, sunny turning partly cloudy


    I seem to be pregnant. D*mn, I can barely jump anymore. Luckily, that male cat has some conscience and brings food to me.


    When the female owner gave birth, she screamed so loudly. Is giving birth really that hard? Didn''t hear Mama Cat say anything about it.


    What are you looking at! Get away from my belly. You''re just rubbing your face against it all the time. Have the guts to give birth yourself!


    X month X day, overcast with light rain


    There were six kittens in total. One black, two black-and-white, and three yellow-striped. What! None of them look like me!


    But since you lick my fur, it''s okay if they look like you. Whatever.


    X month X day, overcast


    Today, another new cat came, a female, also yellow-striped, probably his sister.


    Hey, even if you all come to rely on me, don''t mate right under my nose! We''re domestic cats now; pay attention to decorum!


    X month X day, sunny


    More and more cats are coming to the Wangfu. I have a bad feeling about this.


    X month X day, sunny


    When the male owner came back, a cat bumped into his leg. The male owner got furious and ordered all the cats except me to be driven out. Even I could only follow the shrimp man.


    Actually, the male owner never liked us much. I guess he''s afraid of cats, but the female owner likes them, so he tolerates me wandering around.


    The shrimp man''s house is smaller, but the roof is still good for sunbathing. That''s enough.


    X month X day, windy and partly cloudy


    The yellow-striped cat found me again, but this time alone, without a bunch of siblings or offspring.


    Oh, you want to live with me forever like humans?


    Well... it''s not impossible, but we need rules first. No bringing wild cats into the house, not even siblings. Mating is forbidden. Got it?


    Are you listening? Blink if you understand! Such a silly look. Can''t stand it.


    Forget it. Being stuck with you is my fate. I''ll just have to... Hey! Get off me! I haven''t agreed yet!


    ---


    **Extra Chapter Two: Hearing the Willow in the Night (Part One)**


    "Study, study, all you ever do is study! After studying for over ten years, how come you''re still useless? You can''t carry heavy loads or do manual labor. With so many farm chores undone, how can I rely on you for support in old age? You''re nothing but a burden!"


    "Uncle, don''t blame me for being heartless. Since our parents passed away, the family income hasn''t covered expenses. Your brother and I can''t feed four or five children properly, let alone support you."


    "They say scholars are useless, but even useless people should be somewhat useful. Third Brother, if you could marry into a good family like Second Sister, do whatever you want, and I won''t stop you."


    "Mother said the rice in the pot is reserved for Uncle. If you''re hungry, figure it out yourself."


    "It''s raining outside, and we don''t have extra umbrellas. Please see yourself out."


    *


    "Why aren''t you going home in such heavy rain, sir?"


    *


    "Mr. Shan, are you comfortable living here?"


    "Your Highness! Why have you come today without prior notice? I would have prepared better if informed."


    "What preparation is needed? I suddenly felt like coming. Knowing the purple wisteria is blooming, I thought of enjoying poetry and flowers with you. Are you unwelcoming?"


    "How could I be? The Fragrant Pavilion belongs to Your Highness. I''m merely staying here temporarily under your care. How could I not welcome you?"


    "So, you''re not welcoming me. Fine, I''ll leave. Stay here."


    "Your Highness..."


    *


    "Your Highness hasn''t come for over a month. Should I prepare something and invite him over for drinks?"


    "...No need. If he doesn''t come, it''s time for me to leave. Please help me pack my things. I''ll depart tonight."


    *


    "Mr. Shan! Wait!"


    "Your Highness?"


    "Where are you going?"


    "To wherever I must. Thank you for letting me stay at the Fragrant Pavilion these months. I feel unworthy of your kindness and must leave."


    "Mr. Shan!... Fu Zhi, wait!"


    "Fu Zhi, my mother was ill recently, and I''ve been attending her daily. Haven''t seen you for a while. Did you get angry?"


    "Your Highness, you flatter me. I wouldn''t dare. I just feel..."


    "Again with ''wouldn''t dare.'' You always say you ''dare not,'' ''how could I,'' ''why would I.'' Do you despise me? Just because I''m a prince, you avoid me and remain cold whenever I visit. Am I wrong?"


    "Your Highness misunderstands. I mean no disrespect."


    "Then why are you leaving tonight? If Cheng Mo hadn''t told me, I''d find you gone tomorrow."


    "Your Highness."


    "Yes?"


    "I wonder if I may ask a question."


    "Ask."


    "On Qingming night, when you found me homeless and allowed me to stay at the Fragrant Pavilion, providing excellent accommodation and servants, I wondered why you treated me so kindly."


    "Fu Zhi..."


    "Your Highness, what do you consider me to be?"


    *


    "Why did you send someone to invite me for drinks tonight?"


    "No reason. Last night, hearing the rain beating on the plantain leaves, I wrote a poem and wanted to present it to Your Highness."


    "Oh? You''re a talented poet. Show me."


    "Why is it blank paper?"


    "The autumn wind bends the leaves, and the rain sweeps them away. Naturally, it''s blank."


    "Banana plants are lovely, though they wilt in autumn and sprout new leaves next year. But it''s not autumn yet. Why are you so melancholic?"


    "Bamboo is lovely, but not everyone appreciates it. Though it''s not autumn, the autumn winds and rain have come early. The green banana plants in this yard won''t last long."


    "...Has someone bothered you?"


    "The Fragrant Pavilion is part of the palace. It''s normal for the owner to visit. It''s my fault for being an eyesore."


    "Was it Jingyi who came? Only I visit here. Why did she come? Cheng Mo! Why didn''t you tell me the princess visited?"


    "I asked him not to bother Your Highness. Staying here too long is inappropriate. She asked a few questions, nothing serious. No need to inform Your Highness."


    "If it was just a few questions, why did you stay awake all night writing a blank poem for me?"


    "To Your Highness, it''s trivial, but I feel guilty accepting your kindness and causing trouble for the princess. Please let me go."


    "What did she do to you? If you''re upset, tell me. I''ll protect you. Why do you keep wanting to leave without considering my feelings?"


    "Your Highness."


    "Fu Zhi..."


    "A year ago, I asked why you treated me so well. Tonight, I ask again. What do you see me as? Giving me the Fragrant Pavilion, treating me so well, allowing me to drink and discuss poetry without formalities. If I''m just a guest, how can I deserve such favor? If not, have you considered the princess''s feelings?"


    "Fu Zhi... I..."


    "Your Highness loves literature and has a heart for talent. Though I lack virtue, I''m willing to serve you diligently. Whether discussing state affairs or enjoying poetry, please don''t elevate me so high. Others might misinterpret it. As a commoner, I don''t care about reputation, but Your Highness does."


    "...Alright, I understand. I failed to consider your situation. Thinking the Fragrant Pavilion suited you, but since you dislike it, let''s move you to the palace."


    "Thank you, Your Highness."


    "But, Fu Zhi, the palace has many guests from all walks of life, not all easy to get along with. Though Jingyi is well-bred, she might trouble you. Please bear with it."


    "Your Highness jests. Guests should respect their hosts. I''ll be obedient and serve faithfully, causing no trouble."


    "You... sigh, forget it. Let''s go."


    *


    "This Moonlit Chamber is quiet and beautiful, especially with this willow tree. You''ll stay here. Tell Cheng Mo if you need anything. I''ll visit when I can."


    "Mr. Shan, you have such refined tastes."


    "Greetings, Princess."


    "No need to bow. I heard you sent Cheng Mo to buy wine early this morning. Planning to enjoy drinks with His Highness tonight? You''re free to drink, but His Highness shouldn''t indulge too much. It''s unhealthy."


    "You''re right. I''ll advise him to drink less. Health is important."


    "Caring for His Highness is my duty. Though he listens less to me, he values my words. We owe our comfort to you and His Highness''s generosity."


    "You''re right."


    *


    "It''s late. The princess sent several reminders. His Highness should return."


    "Not yet... another cup, come on."


    "He''s had too much. Drinking excessively harms health. Come back another time. I''m free anytime. Don''t get drunk every time."


    "You don''t understand. Enjoying tonight''s wine relieves worries. Life has many sorrows. Getting drunk helps forget them."


    "Drinking to forget sorrow only deepens it. Return early. Cheng Xu, help His Highness back."


    "You''re chasing me away!"


    "Your Highness!"


    "I won''t leave! I won''t leave tonight! More wine!"


    "You can''t drink anymore!"


    "Who says I can''t... vomit..."


    "Your Highness!"