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

After the guards took Qiao Banxian away, Bai Zhi was in a great mood. She put one arm high on Chu Yunchuan's shoulder and said, "Just because of that sentence, if he ever offends me again, I can spare him one more time."

"No more." Chu Yunchuan hooked his arm around Bai Zhi's waist, snuggling close to her and locking her in his embrace. He gazed at her with a smile in his eyes. "I will bestow all good fortune upon you, so that you will no longer be schemed against by others, and that you will live peacefully and healthily with me."

He was also wearing a plum blossom hairpin, the plum blossoms blooming on the branches, which made his eyes bright and moving, like a fireplace in the late winter night, indicating that spring was coming outside.

"Okay." Bai Zhi's gaze lingered in his eyes before falling on the sick plum blossom hairpin. She reached out and flicked it lightly. "The hairpin you gave me is lost. Give me another one, but not an ugly one."

Chu Yunchuan raised an eyebrow, slowly took out a wooden box from his pocket, unscrewed it in front of Bai Zhi, and revealed a pair of twin jasmine flowers inside. Bai Zhi exclaimed, "How did this thing get in your hands!"

“It led me to you. How about I turn it into a hairpin so you can wear it on your head and it will always lead me to you?” Chu Yunchuan held the twin jasmine flowers back and forth on Bai Zhi’s head, comparing them.

Bai Zhi tugged at Chu Yunchuan's collar, making him lower his head, and kissed his lips: "Then you'd better hurry up and change it, I don't have any hairpins to wear anymore."

Chu Yunchuan took the initiative and bit her lip: "As you command."

The next day, Lu Jiliang came to his door.

When Bai Zhi arrived at the door, the large lock was still blocking her way. She secretly thought, "Oh no!" She had wanted Chu Yun Chuan to remove it yesterday, but she had forgotten because she was blinded by lust.

Talking through the door felt too much like visiting someone in prison, so Bai Zhi thought for a moment and simply kicked off the wall and climbed over.

Lu Jiliang was startled by her gangster-like demeanor: "Bai Zhi? What are you doing..."

Several guards suddenly appeared from all sides, silently watching the two. Bai Zhi landed steadily, scratching the back of her head and laughing, "The door was broken, please excuse me. Are you here to see Prince Jing?"

Lu Jiliang looked at Bai Zhi, unsure of where to begin.

Bai Zhi: "What's wrong? Did you come to see me?"

After thinking it over, Lu Jiliang asked with a solemn expression, "When you were at the Marquis's residence, did you know that Gu Yan was Prince Jing in disguise?"

Bai Zhi's smile froze, and she blinked a few times in mid-air.

“景王在侯府假扮顾宴的事已经人尽皆知，你不必瞒我。”陆季良把来龙去脉陈述一遍，白芷听完啧了一声，脑门隐隐地跳：“这个顾宴，怪不得不愿意回来，我该先揍他一顿。”

Lu Jiliang said, "Tell me first, do you know about this?"

There was no longer any need to hide anything, so Bai Zhi nodded frankly: "I not only know the truth, but there are some things I also..."

"Do you know anything about what's happening in the North?"

"You mean the war in the North? I know about it." Bai Zhi suddenly paused, realizing something was wrong. "In the rumors you just mentioned... it didn't seem to mention the North. Chu Yunchuan wouldn't give Gu Yan such leverage, Gu Yan couldn't possibly know, and therefore he certainly wouldn't spread it."

Lu Jiliang blurted out the word "Emperor," then closed his lips tightly and said after a long while, "King Jing slaughtered the people of the Northern Border for his own selfish interests, which is chilling. On my way here, I heard children singing the Phoenix Ballad. It is said that he personally worked the land in Qizhou, and the people were moved by his actions, so they sang it. King Jing has achieved remarkable results in the thirteen prefectures, but he has also caused the deaths and injuries of tens of thousands of people in the Northern Border. His merits do not outweigh his demerits."

Bai Zhi did not deny this at all, but asked only: "Are you acting on the Emperor's orders to arrest him and take him back to apologize to the people of the Northern Border?"

Before Lu Jiliang could answer, Bai Zhihou leaned against the door, calmly looking at her old friend, and continued on her own: "No way, if there really was an imperial edict, you wouldn't need to waste your breath on me. You are the imperial envoy, your opinion is the Emperor's opinion. If you dislike Prince Jing, it means the Emperor dislikes Prince Jing. You already have your own conclusion: Prince Jing's merits do not outweigh his faults. What else do you want to ask? Do you want me to accuse him of a crime?"

After she finished speaking, she added self-deprecatingly, "I heard that guessing the emperor's will is punishable by death, so what I did doesn't count, right?"

Lu Jiliang slowly shook his head, and after a long while, he finally said, "You really are different from before."

Bai Zhi asked, "Which 'before' are you referring to? When you were still in the Bai family?"

"Yes. You were only seven or eight years old then, wearing the simplest clothes, with the simplest braids, sitting in your own courtyard reading. You were bullied by your older siblings, but you just endured it. I asked you why you didn't reason with them, and you said, 'I was born with...'"

"Life is predestined, but joy is endless," Bai Zhi whispered in response.

Lu Jiliang's tone softened considerably: "You are different from your elder siblings. You have the world in your heart and will not linger for unworthy people and things. But after marrying into the Marquis's mansion, you changed."

Bai Zhi crossed her arms and lowered her eyes, saying, "That Bai Zhi is dead. If you had come to find her sooner and prevented her from marrying into the Marquis's mansion, there might have been a chance. But there are no 'ifs' in life."

For the duration of an incense stick burning, Lu Jiliang remained silent, his eyes filled with melancholy, lost in thought.

Finally, Bai Zhi took two steps forward and broke the silence: "You want me to accuse Prince Jing of a crime? You've come to the wrong person. I wasn't the one who was displaced back then, nor was I the one who died a violent death. My words are useless. But if Your Majesty asks someone else, everyone will inevitably have their own version of events. How about this: Prince Jing steps down. Your Majesty is busy with many affairs of state. Please don't keep focusing on a commoner."

Lu Jiliang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "The throne of Prince Jing was hard-won, can you persuade him to step down?"

“I can, as long as the Emperor doesn’t cause trouble again… I mean, if I can catch up with him, I can persuade him to step down. However, he has to decide who will be the next Prince Jing. That’s fair, isn’t it?” Bai Zhi patted Lu Jiliang’s shoulder and grinned. “Don’t worry, just tell the Emperor that Prince Jing will choose a weak woman to succeed him, someone who poses no threat whatsoever. That will ensure the Emperor can sleep soundly every night.”

In the evening, Chu Yunchuan returned, and Bai Zhi brought up her conversation with Lu Jiliang, omitting the part about her climbing over the wall to leave. Initially, Chu Yunchuan was quite annoyed by Lu Jiliang's secret visit, but when he heard Bai Zhi repeat the phrase "You're different from before," he was stunned, not understanding why Lu Jiliang would say such a thing so abruptly.

Bai Zhi sighed, "You still don't understand? This is nothing more than marking the boat to find the sword."

After dinner, Bai Zhi pulled Chu Yunchuan to the front gate and said with a smile, "Let's remove the traps."

Chu Yunchuan stroked the mechanism, hesitating slightly: "We'll be in Ningzhou for the next few days anyway, so let's keep it."

“I can get out, and outsiders can come in. We can stop gentlemen but not scoundrels. Let’s get out of here,” Bai Zhi joked lightly. “We’ll put it back up when some foolish bandits who insist on breaking through the main gate attack.”

Chu Yunchuan smiled knowingly, but hesitated to unlock the mechanism. The mechanism was intricate and complex; through this door, he could vaguely see his sixteen-year-old self.