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

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Seven or eight days had passed since her last fainting, and the Queen Mother still felt weak and unsteady, having to rest after walking a few steps out of bed. She looked at Guizhi and smiled, "You're old and useless."

Guizhi stepped forward and held the empress's hand. "It will only take a short while. After a few more days of rest, you will definitely be in better shape than before." The empress dowager smiled but said nothing.

Lu Yun brought Dashou to pay her respects to the empress dowager. The empress dowager touched her granddaughter's soft hair lovingly and said casually, "If it were my Dashou, I would also compete with the emperor." Nanny Guizhi did not dare to respond.

Lu Yun had also heard about the recent buzz in the palace about the Grand Princess's planned marriage.

Although Roujia had moved back home, she would come back every few days and tell her a lot about the eldest princess's marriage. For the first time, Roujia, also a princess, realized the potential risks that her princess status brought her. Once, Lu Yun even saw her secretly looking at Dashou's literacy pictures.

The palace was not short of books, and the place with the most books in the harem was Ronghua Palace. Lu Yun directly suggested that she go to her sister, Princess Yongle. Perhaps she took her advice to heart, as Lu Yun had not seen her in Changchun Palace in recent days.

The empress dowager leaned on the bed, looking at the little girl from the Lu family with a smile on her face, and sat on the kang by the south window to teach Dashou to recognize words.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard from the opposite side, and Nanny Guizhi walked in with her head lowered.

The Queen Mother was curious, "What's the matter?"

Nanny Guizhi looked at the Empress Dowager, her eyes slightly red. "Someone just came from the Dingyuan Earl's Mansion and said that the eldest lady is dying."

The Empress Dowager was stunned for a moment, her eyes reddened, but a smile lingered on her lips. "When it is time to live, it is time to die. Minghui will finally be free." Nanny Guizhi couldn't hide her sadness. "Your Majesty is right."

The Queen Mother held her hand and said, "You have been like this since you were young. Cheer up, I still have something for you to do."

Three days later, in the mansion of the Earl of Yanning, the dull sound of "dang, dang, dang, dang" echoed throughout the courtyard, and the cries of maids and servants were heard from the backyard of the main house.

"Grandma passed away."

Cui was well prepared for this day. She quickly changed her clothes and took a carriage to the palace.

Fearing his mother would be too heartbroken, Emperor Longqing rushed to Changchun Palace upon hearing the news. In front of her son, the old empress dowager couldn't hold back her tears and recounted a few past events. "Lord Cheng'en has been confined to his room for years, reflecting on his past. I heard a few days ago that the evil woman is not in good health either, and it's only been a year or two."

Emperor Longqing nodded and said, "As for Grandpa's family affairs, Mother will take care of them."

The Empress Dowager said with concern, "Don't worry about me. The weather has been unpredictable recently, so be careful not to catch a cold." Emperor Longqing smiled and nodded in response.

When Lu Yun returned, she saw a teenage girl in blue palace dress in the room, looking at her curiously.

"I'm Roujia's sister, Yongle." She introduced herself with a smile.

Lu Yun noticed the princess who was about to marry, and a smile formed on her lips. She stepped forward and bowed, "Lu Yun greets the princess."

Yongle helped her up, looked at Roujia on the side, and whispered, "I'm just curious about what the person who can make her lose face looks like." There was a mischievous look between his eyebrows.

When Lu Yun was teaching Dashou to read, Princess Yongle and Roujia were sitting beside them reading. Lu Yun noticed that Yongle was reading an agricultural book.

Lu Yun lowered her eyes and touched the rabbit-shaped purse tied to her side. She had been in the Qin Dynasty for four years and had noticed that the ladies and ladies mostly drank plum and osmanthus wines. She had never seen or heard of the name of wine. She didn't know whether this imaginary dynasty had wine, so she wasn't sure if the winemaking recipe she had written would work.

In addition to the recipe for making wine, she also wrote down the construction principles of the Karez in Xinjiang in her previous life - artificially building underground canals to divert water from the source of the snow-capped mountains, unify the water level, and dig vertical wells at equal distances above the underground canals for drinking and irrigation.

After hesitating for a moment, she quickly made a decision. She took out the note from her purse and held it in her palm. She walked over to the two of them and asked curiously, "Sister Yongle, what are you reading? Can you lend me this book for a while?"

Upon hearing this, Yongle handed the book over and picked up a book called "Craftsmanship" from the side and started reading.

Lu Yun took the book and flipped through it a few times. She cried out "Oops!" and a piece of paper fell out of the book. Lu Yun picked up the paper and looked at Yongle nervously, "Sister, did I damage the book?"

Yongle took the slip of paper and was about to speak when she noticed its contents. A flicker of curiosity crossed her eyes. She tucked the slip of paper into her book quite naturally and said with a smile, "Nothing. I sometimes jot down a few words and slip them into books." She put the book aside and handed Lu Yun a new one. "The one you just read was too profound. This one, about famous people from past dynasties, is more interesting."

Lu Yun took the book and returned to the original place. She pretended to read a few pages and mumbled a few words about not knowing many words. Then she put the book down and taught Dashuang to recognize words by looking at pictures again.

On the way back to the palace, Yongle asked Roujia, "How old is the third Miss Lu this year? Has she ever been to school?"

Roujia wasn't too sure, so she said, "About five years old. He probably hasn't been to school yet, and he probably doesn't know many words."

Yongle nodded, carefully cradling the book in her arms. Perhaps she was overthinking it. Throughout history, both domestically and internationally, wars were fought for survival. She believed that as long as the people of Cao State were well fed and clothed, and lived a good life, no one would want to fight. If the contents of the note were useful, it would be of great help to her.

Outside the palace, at the Dingyuan Marquis's residence, Zhao Qingbo, who had been helping his mother, worked tirelessly for two days, only resting on the third. Returning to Hanshan Pavilion, he showered his exhausted body, then, saying, "If my mother hadn't called me, please don't disturb my rest," he fell into a deep sleep.

The maid held a letter and looked into the inner room, then placed the letter on the small kang table in the west room.

Zhao Qingbo slept very deeply and when he woke up it was already the evening of the next day.

All the funeral decorations in the house had been removed, and only the smell of kerosene remained in the air, reminding visitors that a funeral had just taken place here.

The newly widower Zhao Mingyuan was talking to his mother Cui in the upper room. His wife's death had made him lose a lot of weight in just a few days. There was a circle of blue stubble on his chin, and his tired eyes made him look even more haggard.

"Mother, why did you call me here?" Zhao Mingyuan's voice was hoarse. He and Minghui were childhood sweethearts. They had been married for seven years and were deeply in love. They didn't even have a concubine in their house.

Although Cui was tired, she was still in good spirits. "I just want to ask what your plans are next?" "If you are planning to remarry, you can start preparing after the seventh day."

Zhao Mingyuan recalled his wife's last words, and felt a pang of grief. After a long pause, he said, "I plan to observe a year of mourning for Minghui."

One year! Cui's eyebrows immediately frowned. She couldn't let me rest in peace even after death. "I don't agree. When your father was your age, you could walk. Because of her, I still don't even have a grandchild. You still have to observe mourning for her. You, you—you are going to piss me off to death." Cui burst into tears.

The next day, Cui dressed up and went to the palace. When she returned, she brought back a message from the Queen Mother: "Our relationship in life has ended, and after death, we will go our separate ways. Let's drink the soup on the bridge and forget all the past."

After hearing this, Old Lady Wan locked her eldest daughter-in-law in the ancestral hall. "Minghui has always been respectful to me. I wanted to chant sutras for her for three months myself, but I am old and weak. Since you are my daughter-in-law and I have never troubled you before, you should do this for me."