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

Aunt Cen took a look and said, "I used to like eating them, but they were too expensive for me back then. Now I can afford them, but I don't like them anymore."

Seeing Qiman's curiosity, Aunt Cen smiled and said, "If you like it, take it all."

Qiman quickly shook her head and said, "I'm not used to the dim sum in Nanyue, but Changfuji's is delicious."

Lu Yun: "Although it is not worth much money, it is a gift from Mrs. Tong. It would be a waste to leave it alone. It is better to take it down and share it with the maids." The maids took it happily, and soon the faint aroma of snacks wafted through the yard.

Aunt Cen frowned, "My Lady Princess, why did Madam Tong suddenly think of sending me some snacks?"

Lu Yun cleared her throat. "A few days ago, the young lady of the Dong family came to seek medical treatment. Mother sent Miss Yaochun with the court physician to the Hua family. They found that there were some problems with the herbs that Mrs. Tong had been taking. From what the young lady of the Dong family said, these herbs are not cheap and are packed in boxes, which Mrs. Tong is keeping personally."

Putting emphasis on the word "box," Lu Yun winked at Aunt Cen. "Mrs. Tong is a thrifty person. Seeing that the doctor's prescription contained several ingredients that were already available at home, she only allowed her subordinates to buy the ones they didn't have. Who would have thought that the problem would lie with those boxes of herbs she had kept? The prescription for nourishing yin turned out to be for promoting blood circulation. Mrs. Tong must have been frightened after learning the truth, so she sent a few boxes of snacks to express her gratitude."

Harming others will eventually harm yourself. Aunt Cen wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She put her cheek against her son's forehead and said, "Mom was foolish before, but now I will never let anyone hurt you again."

Qiman was confused by what she heard. "Nourishing Yin and activating blood circulation, isn't that just like putting ice in the house in winter and warming yourself by the fire in summer?"

Lu Yun was amused by her. "That's what I meant."

Hua Cheng probably never dreamed that Mrs. Tong would secretly withhold a few boxes for herself because the medicinal herbs were so precious, which almost cost him his life.

Time passed day by day, and it had been almost two months since Zhou Boli left Nanyue. Lu Yun held her son and stared out the window in a daze. She had a dream last night.

In the dream, Zhou Boli ousted Emperor Wende and ascended the throne, naming the country Great Zhou. He sent thousands of people to bring her back to the capital, crowning her as empress and making their son the crown prince.

Lu Yun saw herself standing on the high platform of the Purple Palace wearing the Queen's Nine Phoenix court dress, and heard faint cries coming one after another in her ears.

"Who's crying?"

"Your Majesty, it's the former deposed empress and the emperor's father-in-law's family."

From the hideous pool of crimson blood, black objects sprouted, more and more. Lu Yun dared not look and wanted only to run, but the opulent weight of the queen's phoenix crown and robes suffocated her. The red liquid on the ground adhered firmly to her phoenix-headed shoes and continued to climb upwards, quickly devouring the dazzling golden phoenix totem.

Zhou Boli was still calling her, "Ayun, come here quickly."

The painful cries rang in her ears again. Lu Yun panicked and desperately reached out to Zhou Boli, hoping that he could help her.

Zhou Boli was unusually indifferent. "Ayun, it was you who left us father and son first."

Lu Yun broke down and cried, "I didn't."

"Sister Yun, look at us."

"Sister, look at me."

"Lu Xiaosan, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Princess Ning'an, have you forgotten the promise you made?"

Lu Yun was horrified to find that the black object on the ground had grown facial features, its eyes were empty, and its mouth was opening and closing.

"No, it's not like that. It shouldn't be like this!" Lu Yun stared straight ahead with bloodshot eyes. "You're not Zhou Boli! Who are you?"

"Lu Yun, don't deceive yourself."

"No, you're not!" Lu Yun drew out his sword and slashed wildly at the people around him. "You're not, I'm going to kill you!"

"No!!!!!!!"

Lu Yun suddenly opened her eyes and saw the familiar red tent of a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons above her head. She climbed out of bed.

"Master?" Caihe called out through the tent.

Lu Yun put on her clothes and picked up her sword. "I'm going to practice swordplay for a while. You can continue sleeping."

Cai He glanced at the sky outside, put on her clothes and sat up. "Master, there is some food in the kitchen. Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."

Lu Yun bent down and pushed her back onto the couch. "I'm not hungry. I'll be back soon."

Caihe had no choice but to give up after hearing this.

Lu Yun took two steps out and then turned back, "Sister Caihe."

Cai He propped herself up and said, "Master, are you hungry? I'll go right away—"

"If I come back late, you don't have to wait for me. It's more important to take care of yourself."

Cai He smiled and said, "Master, please come back soon. The young master will look for you first when he wakes up in the morning."

Lu Yun turned around quickly and said, "He's still young. Maybe he'll forget it when he grows up."

Caihe felt a little uneasy, "Master?" When she looked again, the figure at the door had disappeared.

Seven days later, a young man appeared in a small town somewhere.

The young man was dressed in coarse cloth, with a long sword hanging from his waist. But the most striking thing about him was his face, with many wine pimples on his dark skin. Especially on his forehead and cheeks, the bumps resembled toad skin, making him look very creepy, and passersby turned aside to avoid him.

The young man, who wanted to ask for directions, saw that he seemed to be mistaken for a plague god, so he had to tie a scarf on his face and said, "Old man, where can I register to join the army?"

The old man squatting by the wall basking in the sun looked up at the words and said, "Young man, do you want to join the army?"

The young man said in a hoarse voice, "The Tartars have committed all sorts of evil, burning, killing, looting, and so on. They are punishable by all men."

The old man sneered, "Young man, not old man, I look down on you. Barbarians are extremely strong and over eight or nine feet tall. You are not even strong enough to fill their teeth. It is better to go home and make plans early."

The young man was not moved at all. He bowed and said, "Thank you, old sir. I will go ask somewhere else." Then he led the horse and turned around.

The old man stood up quickly and called him, "Come back, come back."

The boy turned around and asked, "Old man?"

At a wonton stall at the corner of the alley, a young man and an old man sat facing each other, each holding a large, steaming bowl of thin-skinned wontons. Emerald green scallions dotted the golden oil-drenched broth, and the fresh fragrance of the shallots, mingled with the savory, salty aroma, pierced their nostrils.

The spoon stirred the bowl up and down, and every sip of the soup warmed my internal organs.

The old man sighed comfortably, "If I could eat a bowl every day, my life would be worth it!"

The boy ate the wontons quietly. The old man had just finished half a bowl when he saw the boy asking for a second bowl, then a third bowl, and a fourth bowl.

The boss was so busy that he had no time to rest, and the diners at the stall were stunned.

"Hoo--" the boy burped and finally put down his chopsticks. "Boss, check out."

The young man tied the scarf again, his eyes curved, "Excuse me, old man."

The old man tutted his mouth and said, "With your appetite, most places won't want you. But if you really have what it takes, you can try somewhere."