The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

After confirming that merchants could not use the divine bird pattern, Lu Yun let the Bai siblings stay in the marriage team.

As the carriage continued to move forward, the closer it got to Nanyue, the more people it saw along the way whose clothing styles were very different from those of the people in the Central Plains.

Beside the tall pile of firewood, people dressed in bright festive costumes and their most precious ornaments danced and sang.

From endless plains to rolling green mountains.

Looking at the lively and laughter-filled scene before her, Lu Yun felt as if she had truly arrived in another world.

Lu Yun walked out of the crowd and came to the edge of the cliff. Listening to the sound of surging waves coming from under her feet, Lu Yun looked into the distance. The light of the torches illuminated half of the night sky.

That was the South Vietnamese army camp, and it was also the place where the marriage convoy met with South Vietnam.

Noticing someone behind her, Lu Yun turned around and saw that it was the little grandson of the village chief. He had a brightly colored headscarf on his head and was holding a bamboo stick wrapped in yellow paste in one hand.

"Sister, give it."

Lu Yun was surprised. "Is this malt sugar?"

The village chief's wife came over from behind and said with a smile, "So the princess called this malt sugar. We in Nanyue call it wheat sugar."

Lu Yun: "Aunt, it turns out that Nanyue can also make it." For ordinary people, making malt sugar requires a lot of wheat and firewood, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Moreover, although malt sugar is sweet, it is not very filling.

It’s not cost-effective at all. I only make a little during festivals to sweeten the kids at home.

It can be seen that the living standards of the people in this village are quite good.

The village chief's wife sighed, "Our village was so poor that we couldn't afford such a precious commodity as wheat sugar. We have a good life today thanks to the young prince who sent people to the Central Plains to introduce good wheat and rice seeds and taught us how to grow them. Only when the harvest is good can we live a good life."

It was actually related to herself. Lu Yun smiled and said, "I see."

It is not surprising that modern countries also introduce animals and plants to each other.

The village chief's wife came over and said mysteriously, "Our young prince of Nanyue is wise and brave, and the princess is also beautiful."

Lu Yun suppressed her smile and said, "Auntie, can you tell me more stories about the little prince?"

The village head's wife perked up. "Ever since the young prince brought back grain seeds from the Central Plains six years ago, our lives have been getting better and better. Recently, I heard from the old man at home that the young prince ordered people to open up wasteland in the mountains six months ago in preparation for planting. Not long after, the old man learned about potato seeds from the city. I heard that one acre of potato land can produce 400 kilograms of grain."

The more Lu Yun listened, the more she felt something was amiss. Six years ago? Back then, she'd just found a way to improve her crops. And now, potatoes—how could this be such a coincidence? The Qin Dynasty was still in the trial planting phase within the imperial farms. Aside from some plantings in Huaizhou, it hadn't been officially promoted to the public. How could there be such a thing in Nanyue, thousands of miles away?

Perhaps noticing that her expression was not right, the village head's wife hesitated and said, "Princess?"

"It's okay. I suddenly feel a little chest tightness. Auntie, you go back first." Lu Yun forced a smile and sat on a big rock on the shore.

The rings that can be given to anyone are engraved with the divine bird pattern that only nobles can use.

The grain varieties were planted almost simultaneously with the Qin Dynasty.

Potatoes were promoted earlier than the Qin Dynasty.

The spy in Xiyuan and the disappeared boss.

The troupe leader did not interfere with the relationship between Bai Xiaolou and the wife of Dingyuan. However, he warned Bai Fengjiao that Zhou Boli was a noble person whom she could not easily offend.

A guest who cannot be provoked casually, haha.

Zhou Boli, the young prince? The crown prince of Nanyue? Okay, okay!

Lu Yun gritted her teeth. "How could I possibly deserve this?" She grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it across the river. "Zhou Boli, you're such a good guy!"

The sound traveled far away on the mountain wind.

The stone drew a beautiful parabola in the air, jumped over the ravine and fell into the woods on the opposite bank.

The master and servant, standing in the bushes, narrowly avoided the stones wrapped in the strong wind.

Liuzi broke out in a cold sweat, "Master, the princess seems to have known your identity, and she looks very angry." Thinking of Princess Ning'an's amazing martial arts, Liuzi was worried about his master.

Zhou Boli smiled bitterly. "I was indeed wrong in this matter, but I have sent her something through someone else and explained the whole story. I hope to gain her forgiveness."

Princess Liuzi didn't look like someone who knew the truth.

"Could it be that she didn't see it?" Zhou Boli frowned.

Because they had to cross the bridge tomorrow, the carriage was too heavy to pass, so they had to move the boxes down and wait until tomorrow to move them across one by one by manpower. Cai He was packing up her things in the house, putting together the things that her uncle and his wife had left for her daughter. She had just put the small rosewood box aside when she looked up and saw her master returning.

Lu Yun paused as she walked inside, her eyes falling on the small box. "Caihe, who gave this to you?"

Cai He was puzzled. "Master, this is something that your uncle asked your wife to bring you."

Little uncle? Wasn't it because my little uncle took me out to play when I was little that I got to know Zhou Boli?

Taking the box away, Lu Yun walked to the table inside and sat down in the orange candlelight. With a "click", the copper buckle was pushed out of the latch and the lid opened.

There lay a letter quietly inside, with Zhou Boli's powerful handwriting written on it - From the Princess, personally.

"My dear Princess, I wish you well. Seeing your letter brings joy to your face. Though thousands of miles apart, my thoughts are still with you. I have been planning for nine years, and now the time is ripe. I am writing this letter to explain the situation to you, hoping to ease your worries and bring you more joy.

My father, Zhou Chong, the King of Nanyue, was a man of rough character and brutal means. He often thought I was too weak to handle important tasks. As a child, I was frequently persecuted by his concubines and nearly died. I traveled to the Central Plains to seek medical treatment. Fortunately, I met the young princess, who was plump and lovely, and had a strong will and a firm mind. I will never forget her.

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After returning to Nanyue, he often recalled the past and borrowed the name of his uncle Yulin to prepare gifts for his birthdays in accordance with the customs of the Central Plains on three festivals and four seasons of the year.

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However, the more contact we have, the deeper our understanding becomes, and this is when delusion begins to grow. It takes forty-three days to travel from Dali to Xishan by horseback, or fifty-two days by car. The round trip takes half a year, and it's a long journey.

The princess is like a treasure mountain, and I am unwilling to return empty-handed. I have used all my wisdom and strategies just to see her beauty, but the past dynasties are intertwined here, and the difference in status makes it difficult to explain.

I have known the princess for over eight or nine years. Aside from the marriage, I have never had any ulterior motives. There is only the natural connection between our hearts. The past can be recalled, and the future can also be pursued—"

After reading the letter, Lu Yun's eyes and ears were already hot.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhou Boli had never hurt him in the slightest, and had even helped him a lot. For example, he had helped him in the shop in Beijing and in the Luzhou official salt case.

The lingering unhappiness in my heart probably comes from the fact that I feel I haven't gained his trust.

Why did he have to be so secretive about wanting the good seeds and potatoes? Why didn't he just tell me directly?