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

Mother Dong picked up one with trembling hands, and sighed in surprise, "What a vicious mind."

Lu Yun secretly shook her head. In fact, it was far more than that. When a man has not been away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes. The ancients were right!

Even though the spice list she'd written didn't include borneol, the four incense pills she'd brought back were two warming and two cooling. Now it seemed like a deliberate design. The person behind the scenes had guessed she didn't like borneol, and knowing she didn't like waste, they'd anticipated she'd give the four bottles away to those around her.

For example, the head maid Cai He, Lu Yun smiled bitterly.

Caihe has been helping her wash and rest for ten years every day, and sometimes she forgets to take off the sachet bracelet. The scent pills inside will dissolve in water and enter the body through the pores. They will not be noticeable for a while, but if this goes on for a long time, she will suffer great harm.

That wasn't all. The kingfisher-inlaid sachet bracelet he'd made at Jiao's silver shop couldn't get wet, so there had to be a back-up plan. For example, if Luo Er or Jiao Ying had given him a water-resistant sachet bracelet, the excuse was readily available—a return gift of playing cards.

Even if Caihe remembered to take off the bracelet every time, what about Tonghua who was responsible for making tea and the two mothers who were responsible for making meals?

Even if everyone can ensure that the bracelet does not get wet, problems will eventually arise if it is in this "toxic" environment every day.

It’s just a matter of time!

I believe that Mrs. Gui was also eroded day by day by her in this way, and finally lost her life.

Zhou Boli returned later than usual tonight. Lu Yun lay in bed, sullenly holding the man's hand. "My dear, I always thought everyone was as upright as I am." Who would have thought someone would want my life? She had the impression she and Gong Jinjin had no mortal enmity. Whether it was the previous incident at Mount Gongga or the subsequent green bracelet incident, Lu Yun believed she had shown mercy.

Zhou Boli stretched out his fingers to pinch her cheek, and sighed softly, "Madam, since you are in a high position, you must bear the heavy responsibility. You must make decisions when necessary." If you need to kill someone, then kill him.

Lu Yun rested her face on his arm. "My dear husband, I know you are anxious, but please bear with me for a moment. There is one thing I still haven't figured out, and I want to continue this play for two more days."

Zhou Boli turned sideways, looked at the stubborn little donkey in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Ayun, your husband cannot bear to hear these three words."

Ah, Lu Yun was confused. "Which three words?"

Within two days, a pair of elegant scented sachet bracelets arrived at Anlanyuan, along with a note in Jiaoying's handwriting. The reason given was far more perfect than the one for keeping kingfisher feathers from getting wet; it was that the spices would diminish the luster of the feathers.

Lu Yun clicked her tongue, wondering if she was very proud of herself right now.

However, a piece of news disrupted all of Lu Yun's plans. The person who delivered the sweet potato booklet to Kyoto was killed, and the documents and booklet he carried disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Boli led people to bury Ada's body on the back mountain of the village where he was born. It faced the river in front and was backed by green mountains. A small tomb stood among the green pines. Liuzi and Daoer stood in the sky with paper money flying all over the place and cried inconsolably.

"Master, you must get to the bottom of this! We can't let Big Brother's death be in vain!" Dao Er's eyes were bloodshot, and he kowtowed three times to Zhou Boli. "Master, please seek justice for A-Da!"

Liuzi stood aside without moving. "Master, Ada was stabbed several times, his face was completely disfigured, and his intestines were ruptured. He told me that his biggest wish in life was to marry a wife and have a few more children. Now - it's all gone, all gone." Liuzi squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Lu Yun was distraught. "It's my fault, it's all my fault." When she was still in Kyoto, it was Ada who traveled between the two places to bring her Zhou Boli's holiday gift. That carefree and talkative black-faced man has now turned into a low mound of earth.

Lu Yun leaned over Cai He and cried softly, "It's my fault, it's all my fault." What on earth was going on? Why did it happen like this?!

Zhou Boli gestured for Cai He to leave, and held Lu Yun in his arms, gently stroking his wife's back. His eyes were cold. "Ada, Dao Er, Hu San, and Liu Zi were all orphans I picked up on the street when they were young. Their lives and fortunes depend on me. Ayun, Ada's death will not be in vain."

"Zhou Boli." Lu Yun wiped her face carelessly, her lips still trembling, but her eyes were remarkably firm. "I want to take all my things back to Kyoto by myself. Please don't stop me, okay?"

Zhou Boli's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he met those eyes, the word "OK" came out of his mouth. Zhou Boli held his wife tightly in his arms, kissed her hair, and said in a voice full of emotions, "Ayun, this is the only time."

As the sky brightened, a young man riding a fast horse appeared on the official road. He was covered in rays of light and broke through the thick fog in front of him, galloping north.

Seven days later, at a tea stall on the border between Shu and Jingzhou, this place was the main road from Nanyue to the Central Plains. Twenty miles further ahead was Shimen Cave, known as the "Spiritual Cave and Fairy Pool."

The small tea stall held four or five tables. It was almost noon, and around a dozen travelers were already stopping by, resting and eating. The sounds of conversation and eating were endless, and the aroma of food mixed with the aroma of wine had many people's stomachs rumbling.

The most eye-catching figure was the young man sitting on a bluestone not far away, munching on some dry food. Those who wanted to approach him paused when they saw the longsword slung across his back.

Yes, someone who dares to “ride alone for thousands of miles” at such a young age is definitely not an ordinary person.

The passersby continued their conversation. "At first I was surprised. I'd seen every roadblock on my way from Yunnan to Yunnan. But then I asked around, and guess what? Those thieves were completely wiped out. I wonder which hero did it. I'm so impressed!"

The lean old man was quite indignant. "Jiang San, don't brag again! Last time you boasted about the peace of Shimen Cave, you almost caused me to lose half of my belongings!"

The middle-aged man called Jiang San smiled and explained, "It's been over a year, how come you still remember it? I was indeed wrong last time. I only realized later that it was thanks to the blessing of Princess Ning'an passing by that we had a peaceful journey. You are half a year too late."

"Forget it!" The old man waved his hand. "Don't brag anymore. I won't be so lucky next time."

A short man in his forties or fifties came over with a teapot and filled each table with tea. When it came to Jiang San's table, he smiled warmly and said, "Master Jiang San, have a safe journey!"

Jiang San proudly said, "Thanks to the good guys ahead of us, this journey has been relatively easy."

The man shifted the pot to his other hand and hid his right hand, which was missing a thumb, in his sleeve. "Master Jiang, I wonder which hero this is? He did such a good deed, so he deserves to leave his name behind."

Jiang San shook his head regretfully. "Who knows? I've asked around but no one can explain it. But I think he must be an old master with great martial arts skills. Who else could have such ability?"

The man nodded in agreement, walked around with the kettle in his hand, and only returned to the hut after all the tea was added.