Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

A quarter of an hour later, the army set out on its return journey in a mighty procession.

After two months of frustration, they finally won a resounding victory over the barbarians. With His Royal Highness Prince Jing leading the charge, the army's morale was boosted, and everyone was beaming. As they marched, Qiao Wanwan, at the front, led a group of her soldiers into a song, but before they had sung more than a few lines, Zhu Daoxian slapped them shut.

Chu Yunchuan was riding not far behind them. Seeing this scene, he burst into laughter and said to Changfeng beside him, "It was worth coming here today. Changfeng, did you enjoy the killing?"

Changfeng's dagger was still dripping with blood. He glanced at Chu Yunchuan, then turned his gaze to the road ahead: "It wasn't particularly pleasant."

"how?"

"The Thirteen States have been avenged, and the prince's revenge has also been avenged... Your Highness, when will it be the Empress' turn?"

Chu Yunchuan's eyes dimmed a little.

Princess Xian Jing died in the city of Weizhou at the hands of the people she loved all her life, and was burned alive in the raging fire. It can be said that she did not die a good death.

At that time, the young Chu Yunchuan was still waiting for his mother to come back in Prince Jing's mansion. Later, the mansion was raided, and Changfeng hurriedly rescued him, only to tell him that the former Princess Jing had died.

This memory wasn't very clear; he only remembered an argument with Changfeng that ended in a fistfight. Changfeng, despite his immense martial arts prowess, simply allowed him to assault him without any strategy, neither defending nor fighting back. Only after he had vented his anger did he tell him his mother's last words.

"The people and I are all innocent." Chu Yunchuan said softly, "Mother said that those deceived people are innocent. Who else are you going to seek revenge on?"

Changfeng remained silent.

Before Princess Jing left the palace, she had repeatedly urged him to protect Chu Yunchuan, and he had kept her instructions in mind, staying close to Chu Yunchuan. It wasn't until the chaos in the state capital that Chu Yunchuan, truly worried, pushed him to go and see how the Queen was doing.

But he arrived too late. Princess Xianjing's body had been twisted by the flames. The crowd had already dispersed, and only a dozen or so people were left. They poured bucket after bucket of water on Princess Xianjing, extinguishing the flames. Only a charred human figure remained.

In the smoke, he rushed to the side of Princess Xianjing like a madman, but his fingers trembled and he dared not touch her. Every inch of Princess Xianjing's skin had been burned to charcoal, as if it would melt away with the wind if touched.

He only dared to call her "Empress" softly a few times.

In great pain, Princess Xianjing tried her best to open her eyes and left her last words in the world:

"Afeng, Achuan... the people and I are all innocent."

Until the very end, Princess Lou Mingyue of Xianjing did not resent the people who put her to death.

Changfeng tightened his grip on the reins: "Just because we say they're innocent, will they really pay nothing?"

Chu Yunchuan looked up at the long, armored army stretching before him. At this moment, the armies of the Thirteen States had just won a victory, washing their blades with the blood of the barbarians. The scene was a complete reversal from the past. The surging pain in his heart had subsided, leaving only a slight dampness in his chest.

He said calmly, "If I were to follow my true feelings, I would burn down the entire city of Weizhou."

Chang Feng was very surprised to hear him say such a thing for the first time. He looked at him in astonishment: "Your Highness..."

"After Mother passed away, Father's defenders were defeated within a few days. By then, you and I had already escaped from the city of Weizhou, and we didn't get to hear her last words. What do you think Father would have said when he heard the news of Mother's death?"

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be grief-stricken and angry, but according to Changfeng's understanding, King Jing had been kind and gentle throughout his life and had never even quarreled with anyone. He really couldn't imagine it and could only shake his head.

"Dad would only say—If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have left the mansion." Chu Yunchuan lowered his eyelashes, his expression filled with helplessness and sadness. "Perhaps in a few days, he won't blame the people anymore, but will only blame himself for not being thorough. Changfeng, my parents have lived their lives of kindness and righteousness. Even my mother's last words were in defense of the people. If I truly had no scruples and turned around to seek revenge on the people, how would I face them a hundred years from now?"

Changfeng clenched his back teeth, his lips moved for a moment, and finally closed.

Suddenly, a horseman came from a distance, whipping his whip. He came straight in front of Chu Yunchuan and said, "Report! Your Highness, a woman has just broken into the camp. She calls herself Bai Zhi."

Chu Yunchuan was still in the loneliness of the past and hadn't recovered yet. He asked confusedly, "Bai Zhi? Why is she here?"

Seeing Chu Yunchuan's reaction, the horseman knew that this person really existed. He said with a stiff upper lip, "She is not wearing a waist badge or carrying any token. Her true identity is unknown. I have no choice but to tie her up in the prison tent according to military law and wait for Your Highness to examine her. Your Highness, please see if..."

"Go back to the station!"

The battlefield was a ten-hour walk from the military camp, but traveling alone on light cavalry was much faster. Chu Yunchuan galloped along, leaving the young general who had come to deliver the message far behind. His horse's skin tightened, and the wind whistled in his ears. An hour later, Chu Yunchuan returned to the camp.

He dismounted and strode open the door of the black prison tent - his Baizhi was sleeping soundly on the straw bed, but his hands and feet were tied with thick ropes from the army, and his posture was very awkward.

Fortunately, compared with military law, this is a very comfortable treatment.

Chu Yunchuan immediately untied the thick rope. Bai Zhi's wrist was not broken, just a little red and swollen. He rubbed his palms to warm them, held Bai Zhi in his arms, and gently massaged her wrist.

The past is gone and cannot be retrieved, so he must hold on to the present.

As she pressed, Bai Zhi opened her eyes. She was still not fully awake and looked around confusedly. Finally, she saw a smiling but dusty face.

Then he said weakly: "I'm so hungry..."

After one stick of incense, the fire started on the stove in the kitchen tent.

There weren't many soldiers in the camp today, and almost all of them were gathered around the kitchen tent—this was the first time anyone had seen His Royal Highness cook. Without even removing his armor, he rolled up his sleeves and began kneading, rolling, boiling, and cooking noodles. His movements were incredibly skillful, and even a few firemen who tried to offer help were dismissed by His Royal Highness with a smile.

The young and old soldiers who had been boiling water in front also came over. The old soldier shook his head and whispered, "Let His Royal Highness Prince Jing be so obsessed with her that he cooks for her himself. She is simply a demon concubine who is bringing disaster to the country."

The young soldier stared around, then pointed at the person in front of him who was dressed simply and had a pretty face, holding a bowl and guarding the pot. "Is that the evil concubine who brought disaster to the country?"

This crisp cry caused the surrounding soldiers to cover his mouth with their hands - even the evil concubine who was being discussed and who was causing trouble for the country looked over.

Bai Zhi coughed twice awkwardly.

She had arrived at the military camp yesterday. After being locked in the prison tent, she felt dizzy and collapsed on the straw mat, unconscious. She was in a daze until midnight, when someone came to give her some water and food. She forced herself to eat a few mouthfuls to fill her stomach, and then slept until Chu Yunchuan returned.

Now that the dizziness had finally passed, she was starving, feeling nauseous. She hadn't had a proper meal in four days.

She thought she could just eat a bite and be full, but Chu Yunchuan insisted on cooking by himself.