All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

The wife of the General Fuguo was a gentle and kind old woman. She taught Lin Ruan more about the wisdom of dealing with people rather than the affairs of the inner chambers. She patiently taught Lin Ruan how to control her occasional anger, and calmly explained the General Fuguo's plans and strategies on the battlefield. When she learned that An Lan and Kong Zhu were learning martial arts, she even happily picked up her spear and showed Lin Ruan a few moves.

Only then did Lin Ruan realize that the general's wife was actually skilled in martial arts. She felt surprised, delighted, and also felt sorry.

Such an outstanding woman, just because she did not have the identity of the eldest princess of the country, had to restrain her own brilliance and devote her life to the harem.

As night fell, Lin Ruan sat alone in her study, attended only by Luo Mei and four other maids. Light and shadow danced on the wall, casting a concentrated silhouette. In her hand was the gift list from those who had come to pay their respects in recent days. "Luo Mei, bring me the gift list for my mother's birthday last year," she whispered.

"Princess, this is the gift list you requested." Luo Mei handed the gift list to Lin Ruan. Lin Ruan took the two gift lists and compared them. She breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned back in her chair, placed the two gifts on the table, and said softly, "The old Prime Minister is still holding his sword, while the rich and powerful are laughing and tapping their hats."

Lin said to the system in her heart: "People are gone and the tea is cold, Xiao Shiqi."

The system didn't seem interested in dealing with Lin Ruan, and simply said perfunctorily, "This isn't normal."

For days, it had been sharpening its sword, waiting for Linruan to ask for help. But what happened? What happened? To Linruan, its system was just a chat app!

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Apart from chatting and complaining, the system seemed to be non-existent to Lin Ruan. He felt a little anxious and a little discouraged.

The reason they bind to the travelers is that they need the travelers to actively seek their help in each circulating world - this request at the cost of their lives can allow them to take root in these worlds and absorb the world's original energy.

But this also requires the host to maintain a certain balance - if the host requests help too frequently, then after the host's body is exhausted, the energy absorbed by the system will not be enough for the next time and space jump, and the host's soul will be excluded and destroyed by this world; if the host requests help too few times, the system will also not be able to take the host's soul on a time jump because it does not absorb enough energy.

Lin Ruan wasn't its first host, nor would it be its last. Its programming prevented it from revealing everything to its host. Some hosts were wary of it, others overly dependent on it, and all ended up having their souls obliterated. It wasn't that it harbored any feelings for Lin Ruan, but rather that it simply didn't want to switch hosts before the first cycle of the world had concluded. It might be code, but coding gets tiring!

Lin Ruan stood up and walked to the window, looking at the moonlight outside. There were too many things to do in front of her, and they were intricately intertwined. Every time Lin Ruan thought about it, she didn't know where to start.

too difficult.

But was he going to give up just like that? That was impossible.

What needs to be done must be done. As for asking the system for help? Lin Ruan could only laugh. As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on people, they will run away. Lin Ruan was even prepared for the system to fail to bring her back to her original world. It didn't matter. She couldn't accept her dark history being known by her family. She couldn't imagine that the aunt who was peaceful and serious in the eyes of the younger generation had a pile of hemp ropes, whips, candles and handcuffs under her bed. People can die, but they cannot die as a society - this is why she bound to the system without saying a word and started to complete the task. But if you really can't go back, then don't go back. After all, you are dead. How can I care about the raging waves after I die...

Another day passed, and the one teaching Lin Ruan today was the wife of the Left General, now only the wife of the General of the Central Army. An Lan served them two cups of Longjing tea, and Lin Ruan said to her, "I still remember when I was a child, my father mentioned a tea plantation in the south. He said the scenery there was like a painting. Unfortunately, due to the busy border affairs, I never had the chance to visit it in person. Now, every time I think of it, I feel an immense longing." Her voice was soft, and her eyes revealed a hint of sadness, but her heart was calm. She lowered her head, and out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the figures of the servants, who thought they were calm and unmoved, and at the few not-so-obvious glances that fell on her.

The wife of the General of the Central Army said in a gentle voice, "When the princess is free, why not go there for a trip?"

Lin Ruan lowered her head slightly. "Let's talk about it in a few years, Auntie." She tilted her head, her eyes slightly red, with an uncontrollable admiration in them. "I want to observe a three-year mourning period for my parents. During these three years, I just want to stay here and don't want to go anywhere else."

Everyone knew that Lin Ruan was destined to return to Beijing. Lin Ruan knew it, and the wife of the General of the Central Army also knew it.

But the wife of the General of the Central Army simply reached out her hand, took Lin Ruan's hand in hers, patted it, and said, "The princess's filial piety will be realized."

This is real acting. Lin Ruan threw herself into her arms and trembled slightly, as if she was too sad to control herself. But in her mind, she was thinking wildly that the acting skills of this general's wife could beat many female protagonists in TV dramas.

As for Jiangnan and the tea garden, Lin Ruan mentioned that they were going there because of the prince consort's family, the Lin family.

Since her husband's death, Lin Ruan hadn't considered relying on the Lin family's influence. Instead, she had to be wary of those who might use blood ties and seniority to pressure her. She knew that no matter who heard her words today, they would eventually reach the emperor. If the emperor got to know, he would definitely prevent Lin Ruan from getting close to them, and she could gain more freedom and security for herself.

More than half a month had passed. The funerals of the eldest princess and her husband had concluded, and the general's wives had stopped arriving. Lin Ruan's behavior had become increasingly low-key, staying indoors and devoting herself to copying Buddhist scriptures for the eldest princess and her husband. She remained at the service of only Luo Mei and her four maids. She seemed to have become invisible, invisible. The eyes that had been watching her began to relax, even turning against each other, back and forth, scheming against each other for a chance to return to the capital.

The personnel changes caused by the internal strife among the housekeepers went unnoticed, but they were actually the nails planted by Lin Ruan. She had already chosen the people who would return to the capital, and these nails would guard the Princess's residence in the years she was away.

Under Lin Ruan's orders, the army was taken over by the auxiliary generals and their ilk, gradually replaced by a group of mid- and lower-level lieutenants and captains. These were the personal soldiers who had followed the princess through battle after battle. Lin Ruan incorporated them into the army. Their positions might not be prominent, but they could directly issue orders to the soldiers below. With these people, no matter which general the emperor sent down to take command, Lin Ruan had absolute confidence that military power would always remain in the hands of her faction.

She doesn't want to lead troops to fight, but she needs this power to save her life