The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangshu sighed softly. As His Majesty, Chen Yanshu naturally had important missions and responsibilities. In his eyes, the most urgent task was to eliminate the aristocratic families and maintain the stability of the court.

A woman's fate may be only a tiny part in his overall situation.

"Chen Yanshu is his majesty after all. He has his own mission and vision. For him, of course, it is more important to purge the noble families. What does a woman mean to him?"

Lan Wangshu's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule and helplessness. She knew very well the cruelty of the game of power and politics. For people like Chen Yanshu, feelings can often be sacrificed.

She held the gold medal tightly in her hand, feeling the cold touch from it.

In the dim, jumping pearl light, her face was dim and unclear, and it was not clear enough to see clearly. Only the metallic luster of the gold medal could be seen.

"Patrol Division... Commander..."

These two words kept echoing in her mind, seeming to contain endless meaning and challenges.

Lan Wangshu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. She gradually realized that this would be a game full of fun and danger.

An indescribable expression appeared on Lan Wangshu's face, a mixture of excitement and ridicule, which made Lai Qian'er involuntarily take half a step back.

It waited quietly, time passed by, but Lan Wangshu did not move.

The woman just drank a cup of tea silently, then went to wash up, and finally lay down on the bed and continued to fall asleep.

The next morning, there was a loud noise outside, waking Lan Wangshu up from his sleep.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up, was stunned for a while, and began to organize her thoughts.

Lan Wangshu thought for a moment, checked carefully to make sure there were no omissions, then got up, changed into women's clothes and went downstairs.

Today, she was wearing a light red dress. The style was exactly the same, except that the material was more gorgeous than yesterday's. It seemed as if she wanted to show her beauty and nobility and distinguish herself from yesterday.

Originally, these preparations were made to get rid of suspicion, but now it seems that all of this was not in vain.

She walked down the stairs slowly. The thick curtains covered her face, but could not hide her slightly nervous heart.

Everything in front of her was unknown, and she didn't know whether things would develop as she had arranged.

"Master, you are here."

Lan Wangshu was somewhat surprised by the appearance of the Dashu couple, and she felt a little touched.

Zhang Cuicui hurried over, stood respectfully beside Lan Wangshu, and gently pinched the hem of her skirt, as if expressing her loyalty and concern to her.

Lan Wangshu's gaze swept over them, a warm light flashed in her eyes, and she nodded slightly, indicating that they didn't need to be so restrained.

In this moment, she felt an emotional bond that she had never felt before, a bond that made her realize that no matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead, she would not be alone.

At this moment, the noisy sound downstairs disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Who are you? How dare you come to Zui Fu Sheng and make trouble so early in the morning? You won't live long enough to see the sun rise, right?"

Lan Wangshu's voice was soft and sounded harmless, and it was obvious that he had just woken up.

What he said caused everyone to be silent for a while, and no one dared to speak.

A man in tight clothes tightly held the old man who looked like a butler beside him and hurried out. Others quickly gathered around and guarded the surroundings.

Lan Wangshu raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself: What does this mean? Could it be that they have changed their plan and decided to put him under house arrest instead of taking action?

While I was thinking, I heard two people outside whispering to each other.