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

After Lu Yun prepared the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to be sent to Kyoto, the relationship between Zhou Zhongyi and Dashou was still on a vague line. In comparison, his mahjong skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

In early July, Lu Yun stood on the dock and watched the big ship gradually go away. When she turned sideways, she saw Zhou Zhongyi who looked a little lonely.

Lu Yun sighed slightly and took Caihe back to Anlanyuan.

"What has Dashou been busy with recently?"

Tonghua fanned the shop beside her while Caihe brought a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat off her master's forehead. "After Master Gao left, Second Miss Luo also didn't go. I heard from Hong Fei that her daughter has recently started thinking about opening a branch in Kyoto."

Zhou Boli had mentioned the current situation to her briefly: the northern border was increasingly turbulent, the Cao state was embroiled in internal strife, while the Qin Dynasty was relatively calm. However, if the northern border defenses were breached, the capital would be the first to be threatened.

Lu Yun heard the pessimism in his tone and said, "Alas, I'm afraid this idea of a big harvest will be in vain."

Although Caihe was puzzled, she did not ask any more questions. After seeing that her master's face was no longer flushed, she took the basin and walked out.

Zhou Boli opened the bamboo curtain and entered the room. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Lu Yun took a handkerchief and wiped it off for him. "Why are you back so early today?"

Zhou Boli raised his hand and touched his wife's belly. "Has the little one been naughty today?"

The weather was getting hotter. Lu Yun was only wearing a few layers of thin clothes in her yard. Through the layers of clothes, she could clearly feel the temperature from Zhou Boli's fingertips, which was burning hot.

The heat that had just subsided surged up again. Lu Yun avoided his fingers uncomfortably. "No, maybe I'm tired from last night's noise."

Zhou Boli raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Seeing that the temperature was just right, he poured another cup for Lu Yun. "Are you still thinking about them?"

Lu Yun successfully diverted her attention, frowned and nodded, "I'm always anxious, hoping for a result soon." After saying that, she laughed at herself and said, "Look at me, the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is."

Zhou Boli looked at his wife's smooth and rosy cheeks and pointed with his finger. "I always think you are more beautiful than before."

Lu Yun grinned happily. "No way! I haven't practiced morning exercises for a long time and they're already rusty. I wonder if I can pick them up in ten months."

Zhou Boli: "Ayun, I have some news that's neither good nor bad."

Lu Yun became interested. "What news?"

Zhou Boli said calmly, "Father intends to separate Zhou Zhongyi."

Lu Yun was surprised, "Divide it? Why did you bring up this matter suddenly?" The Second Young Master has not yet started a family, so it is not appropriate to bring up the matter of dividing the family now.

Zhou Boli took a book and said, "I don't know what he wants to do, but it should have nothing to do with us."

Lu Yun stood up and paced a few steps, feeling that something was wrong. "Who brought this up first?"

Zhou Boli shook his head, "I don't know."

Lu Yun was worried. "Can you send someone to find out?"

After hearing this, Zhou Boli thought for a moment, called Liuzi over, and whispered a few instructions to him.

After a while, the six men returned empty-handed.

Zhou Boli raised his eyebrows slightly. "No news at all?"

Liuzi shook his head. "The Second Young Master and the Prince chatted for a long time. Even Manager Liao didn't know what they talked about."

The King of Nanyue acted quickly. Zhou Zhongyi moved out of the palace with several carts of boxes and cages on an ordinary afternoon. The new house was just to the east of the palace, facing the palace across the lake.

Lu Yun couldn't sit still anymore, so she invited Dashou over.

He said bluntly, "Big collection, Mr. Zhou Er has moved out of the palace."

Dashou said calmly, "I know."

"Are you hiding something from me?" Lu Yun was confused. "And why did he suddenly leave the palace?"

Dashou looked at an empty birdcage under the window and said, "Sister, I think it's because he knows my identity." Princess Yuanfu, the daughter of Princess Changning and the apple of the eye of the late empress dowager's eye.

Lu Yun was speechless, "How could he... know?" The ancients attached great importance to the concept of family background. Judging from their status alone, one is a bastard of the royal palace, and the other is a direct descendant of the royal family... Apart from herself and Zhou Boli, the only person who knew Dashou's identity was the King of Nanyue!

Lu Yun suddenly woke up. Could it be that the King of Nanyue disagreed? Even if he disagreed, there was no need to expel Zhou Zhongyi from the palace?

Dashou lowered her eyes and stared at the pattern on the mattress. "Sister, I'm fine being alone. I feel guilty that he was kicked out of the palace because of me." After saying that, she raised her head and forced a smile. "Sister, can you do me a favor?"

Lu Yun sent someone to deliver a housewarming gift to Zhou Zhongyi, which included a cart of commonly used utensils and a large gift package of Changfuji's meat floss, which contained the latest playing cards and mahjong.

Cai He: "I didn't see the Second Young Master, I only saw Dazhi."

Lu Yun rubbed her forehead and said, "Forget it, I get it." She was becoming more and more confused about this matter. One of them stayed indoors all day long, while the other was busy with her career and went back and forth between the two of them.

She doesn't look happy nor unhappy. She is like a bystander who has been supporting a couple and then finds that the couple is refusing to cooperate. She feels powerless and a little overwhelmed.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ada, who had gone to Kyoto to give himself a holiday gift, returned to South Vietnam exhausted, bringing a letter from home and some bad news.

"Master, fighting has broken out in the north again." Ah Da wiped his face and recounted what he had seen on the road. "Outside Kyoto, we can already see refugees fleeing from the north. I estimate there are over a hundred of them. In addition, the price of grain in the Central Plains has more than doubled..."

All signs

This shows that the situation in the north is no longer optimistic.

Lu Yun frowned. "What's the situation in Kyoto now?"

Ah Da: "At a glance, it seems normal, but the number of customers in restaurants and teahouses has dropped by half... There is one more thing." Ah Da hesitated and said, "I heard that Princess Roujia has divorced her husband, and the court officials have brought up the issue of the princess's marriage again."

Lu Yun's face changed drastically. "How could it be!"

Zhou Boli stood by her side and said, "Ada hasn't finished speaking yet, don't be impatient."

Lu Yun nodded. "Go on."

Ah Da received a glare from Liu Zi and said guiltily, "Any minister who proposed a marriage was demoted by Emperor Wende. By the time I left, no one dared to mention the princess's marriage."

Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good." Zhou Boli's next words reassured Lu Yun, "If my former sister-in-law were sent north to marry a Tartar, how would General Lin, who guards the northern border, feel good about it? This move would also greatly damage the morale of the army."

Lu Yun forced a smile and said, "I actually forgot about this." But if a war really broke out in the north, the Tartar grassland was only separated from Kyoto by Jizhou. Once Jizhou was lost, the Tartars could break through Shanhaiguan and go straight to Kyoto.

What should I do then? Could this be the calamity that Senior Brother mentioned?

That night, Lu Yun lay in bed, her mind full of war scenes she had seen on TV. In modern times, because she loved the Ming Dynasty, Lu Yun also learned about the history of the Tatars. The Mongols were so brave, so why did the Yuan Dynasty only last for ninety-seven years?