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

Lu Yun stood at the edge of the cliff. In front of her was a brand new wooden suspension bridge connecting the two banks. The main support was made of waist-thick wooden piles that were deeply embedded in the yellow mud on the shore. If you got close, you could even smell the varnish on them.

According to the village chief's wife, in order to welcome Qin Chaolai's marriage convoy, the village chief took the young men in the village to carefully renovate the suspension bridge half a month ago, and wrapped colorful ribbons around the iron ropes, which were as thick as a child's arm.

The river was about ten meters wide. Lu Yun looked over from afar and saw many soldiers in armor standing on the cliff on the opposite bank. The leader was wearing black armor and stood in the front of the crowd, motionless.

Unfortunately, there was still a thin layer of mist on the river, making his face unclear. Lu Yun withdrew her gaze and stepped onto the first plank of the suspension bridge. The bridge was very solid and only swayed slightly.

Under the gaze of the crowd behind her, Lu Yun continued to walk forward, her long skirt flowing out behind her. The rising sun dyed the misty morning fog golden, and Lu Yun, who had already reached the center, seemed to be draped in a golden veil of mist.

The river beneath my feet was surging, and the high waves hit the cliffs on both sides, making a rumbling sound.

When we reached the center of the river, the mountain breeze blowing across the river suddenly became stronger, and the mountain fog dissipated layer by layer.

The young man in black on the shore and the woman in red makeup on the suspension bridge finally met each other's eyes.

Zhou Boli's eyes were deep. He knew she was beautiful, but he didn't expect her to be so beautiful. Even the most charming Baishaijiao in Annan was not as beautiful as her.

As bright as the clouds in the sky, as clear as the spring water of the Nujiang River, under her cloud-like hair and crow-like bun is a face that is stunningly beautiful, charming and lively, and her every frown and smile is captivating.

He could no longer imagine that she had been a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple in Xishan for eight years with such a face.

It was really him. Lu Yun lowered her eyes and for no reason felt a sense of security and peace of mind. She put aside all distracting thoughts and continued to move forward honestly.

The little notebook is ready, just waiting for the reckoning in the future.

Feeling the wooden plank beneath her feet was slightly loose, Lu Yun slowed down and carefully placed her foot on it. With a snap, the plank suddenly broke in two and fell into the surging river.

Lu Yun was startled and immediately grabbed the iron chain beside her, but it felt slippery. It turned out that the iron chain had been coated with a thick layer of grease.

Having lost her only support, Lu Yun fell towards the wooden board in front of her due to inertia, and the board shattered again as expected.

“Ning An——————!!!”

"Miss------!!!"

As Lu Yunjue fell rapidly, the sounds from the shore became farther and farther away from him. Then he was wrapped in the freezing cold river water, and only vague and chaotic gurgling sounds remained in his ears.

Her body was swept by the waves, the air in her chest became less and less, a sharp pain came from the back of her head, and consciousness gradually faded. As Lu Yun passed out, there was only one sentence in her mind: "Zhou Boli, I probably can't be your bride. Also, I regret not learning to swim in time."

The scarlet color quickly disappeared in the rushing river. Cai He threw herself to the river bank and collapsed, shouting, "Master, Master——!!!!" If it weren't for the people around her holding her back, she would have jumped in. "Miss, don't leave me, ah!"

With a few "splashes", soldiers who were very good at swimming jumped into the river.

Zhou Boli's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly took off his armor. "Don't stop me!!!"

Liuzi clung to his master's waist and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master, nine out of ten people go to Nujiang and there's no return. Only if you're alive will the princess have a chance of survival."

Lu Yun had a very long dream.

In her dream, she came to a white space where stood an old man with a white beard and wearing a futuristic leather jacket.

"Master?" Lu Yun couldn't believe her eyes.

The old man said with a sour face, "You still have more than half of your mission to do, why did you come back so early?" Then he took out a thick notebook with unfamiliar characters listed on it.

"Mission, what mission?" Lu Yun looked at the contents of the notebook. Strangely, she actually understood everything.

"Developed high-quality rice and wheat seeds, increasing yields by 20 percent. Check."

"Introduce potatoes to enrich the staple food variety, check."

"Introduce sweet potatoes to enrich the staple food variety, cross."

"Developed a method for smallpox vaccination, cross."

"—"

Lu Yun angrily turned to the last page

"Article 3860: End the division between the Qin Dynasty and Nanyue, unify the world, annex the Cao Kingdom, and achieve the achievement of being the greatest emperor in history. Cross."

Lu Yun tore up the book and threw it at the old man's face. "Fuck, who made this plan? It's bullshit."

The old man flew into a rage. "You're a traitor! You're a traitor! Do you know who I am? I'm going to deduct your merit points!" He then pulled out a purple magic wand from somewhere and slashed it at Lu Yun fiercely. "Gulu gurulu, I'll punish you by turning you into a pig."

"Gulu, gurgle——"

"Gulu, gurgle——"

Zhou Boli, who had been searching the riverbank day and night for two days without food or water, sat on a rock downstream with bloodshot eyes. He stared intently at the river and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you found it?"

Liuzi shook his head in embarrassment, tears in his eyes, "So far, we have only found the clothes that the princess was wearing."

Zhou Boli's eyes fell on the red dress in his hand, which was mottled in color.

With a "swish", Zhou Boli stretched out his long arm, and the red dress spread out in the wind, revealing a large area of eerie and dark red on his shoulders.

"Hahahaha—" Zhou Boli said with a ferocious expression, "I don't believe it. I don't believe she will leave like this. Keep looking for her. I want her alive or dead!"

"Yes."

"Pa!" Princess Gao of the Nanyue King slapped the man in the face. "You useless thing! You're just a woman from the Central Plains. You're always suicidal. You have no manners!"

Zhou Boli was kneeling on the ground, with a red and swollen slap mark on his fair cheek.

A jade finger pointed at his nose, and Gao's ruthless and harsh voice came from above his head, "I ask you, do you still remember your identity, your last name and your name? Tell me!!!"

Zhou Boli stared at the carpet beneath his mother's feet. "My son is the young prince of Nanyue, the heir of the Nanyue Palace." Tears fell drop by drop. "He is the heir of the Nanyue Palace." He raised his head and looked up, his voice like a heartbroken pain. "But, my son is also the husband of Princess Ning'an."

Gao was heartbroken and raised her hand to slap him, but was stopped. She looked at him in surprise, "Zhou, Your Majesty?"

The King of Nanyue looked unpredictable. "Bo Li, your father has asked Taoist Qingxu to cast a divination for Princess Ning'an. The hexagram indicates 'Water in the Kan River flows backwards, bringing life in adversity.' The benefit lies in the south."

Zhou Boli's distracted blue-gray eyes gathered tiny stars as he murmured to himself, "The Nu River runs from north to south through South Vietnam—the benefits lie in the south."

King of Nanyue: "Master Qingxu has long predicted that your fate is intertwined with Ning'an's. If you continue to be in a state of confusion, dejection, and self-abandonment, Ning'an's remaining path will be filled with thorns. He who wishes to save others must first save himself. As the saying goes, 'Heaven helps those who help themselves, and Heaven abandons those who abandon themselves.'"