Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Gazing at Zhao Zhen's receding figure, the system asked doubtfully, "Host, you gave him the Rejuvenation Pill. Aren't you afraid that he'll favor another woman after returning to the palace and conceive a dragon seed? You're so small now, how many more years will it take to complete the mission..."

Molan laughed and said, "Do you think I'm a fool? I added a special ingredient. From now on, he will never be interested in other women except me, and he will definitely not be able to have children except me! Otherwise, why would the Heavenly Dao give that task! Before you and Little Heavenly Dao do anything, please tell me the truth first. We almost got caught!"

Ling Lingyi, like a child who had made a mistake, bowed his head and admitted his fault, "I'm sorry! I originally wanted the Heavenly Dao to arrange for a high-ranking monk to calculate that you were the Phoenix Girl, so that your mission would be easier!"

Molan rolled her eyes helplessly and said unhappily, "How about I remind you again? If you have another dream, it will almost be discovered by Zhao Zhen. If it is known by someone with ulterior motives, guess how many people will die..."

Ling Ling whispered, "I'm sorry!" Her gaze fixed on the figure standing there like a statue. An Yi finally lost control and whispered, "Master, the master has passed away!" Mo Lan woke up as if from a dream. Fortunately, among the four secret guards Zhao Zhen had left behind, there was still An Si. Her red lips parted, "From now on, An Yi, An Er, An San, and An Si, you shall be called Mo Ran, Mo Yan, Mo Xuan, and Mo Xue, respectively!"

Upon hearing this, An Yi and the others knelt hurriedly and thanked in unison: "Thank you for the name, master!" Then, Molan led the four people and was about to return to Linqi Pavilion. However, the moment she stepped out of the door, she was surprised to see Sheng Hong, the old lady, the eldest lady and her own mother standing quietly outside the door like four door gods.

Molan's heart tightened, and she hurriedly prepared to bow, but Sheng Hong pulled her back and said gently, "Mo'er, there's no need for that! You won't need to bow when you see us in the future. I've already discussed it with your grandmother. When we go to Shengjing, we will definitely prepare a separate courtyard for you. And your little mother, Daddy will also promote her to a co-wife! What do you think..."

Molan's red lips curled up slightly, outlining a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes moved, gazing at the people in front of her with a smile that was not a smile. Her gentle and graceful voice rang out like an oriole singing out of a valley: "It would be best if Daddy makes the decision! However, we must not spread a single word about what happened today. If those with ulterior motives knew about it, I'm afraid it would bring unexpected disaster to our Sheng family!"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Hong and the others' expressions instantly grew solemn, and they hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, Mo'er. We will keep this a secret and won't leak a single word!" Sheng Hong and the old lady exchanged a glance before hurriedly leaving. They knew this matter was serious, and they needed to teach the servants a lesson, making sure they understood what to say and what not to say. Furthermore, they had to quickly arrange a temporary residence for Molan, as it was no longer convenient for her to stay in Linqi Pavilion.

Molan gracefully raised her jade-white arm and gently waved her slender hand, a gesture as delicate as white jade. She signaled to Mo Ran and Mo Yan, who were standing beside her, to leave first and help tidy up the new courtyard. After the two men left, Lin Qinshuang's charming and delicate face immediately lit up with a look of loving kindness. She extended her well-maintained, soft, and delicate hands and tightly grasped her daughter Molan's. And so, mother and daughter walked side by side, slowly approaching the courtyard known as Linqi Pavilion.

After entering the house, Lin Qinshuang anxiously grabbed her daughter's sleeve and quickly walked her to the couch, where they sat down. Her brows were furrowed, her face full of worry, and her lips trembled slightly as she spoke, "Mo'er, what does the emperor mean by today's events? You're only seven, and he's already forty!"

However, just as Lin Qinshuang was complaining incessantly, her words were suddenly interrupted by Molan's soft and gentle voice. Molan said in a firm and gentle tone, "Mother, don't be so sad and depressed. In my opinion, this matter may not be entirely a bad thing. From now on, you don't have to compromise and be burdened by the name of a concubine. Moreover, with such a change, I think my brother will be able to take the imperial examination and embark on a career in officialdom smoothly in the future! As for me, mother, you don't have to worry too much..." After that, Molan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and her eyes revealed a sense of confidence and composure.

After hearing this, Lin Qinshuang slowly raised her head, her gaze as gentle as water towards her daughter. However, when her eyes inadvertently swept across the ghostly guards guarding her daughter, her heart couldn't help but tighten. The words that were on the tip of her tongue seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, unable to utter a word.

At this moment, she knew that things had come to this point, the situation was set, and everything was like a lone boat drifting downstream, with no chance of turning back. So, after a silent sigh from the depths of her heart, Lin Qinshuang silently told herself: Since fate had already arranged this, she would cherish the few short years her daughter had before entering the palace, and spend as much time as possible by her side.

Because she knew better than anyone that the seemingly magnificent and majestic Imperial Palace was actually a gruesome prison of cruelty. Countless conspiracies and shady struggles were constantly unfolding there, and the slightest misstep could lead to irreparable destruction. Whenever she thought of this, Lin Qinshuang's heart would tremble uncontrollably, her eyes would gradually turn red, and crystal tears would flow uncontrollably like a broken dam.

Afraid of being seen in such a state of disarray, she hastily reached out and snatched up the delicate embroidered handkerchief beside her, frantically wiping away the tears that kept falling from her eyes. After Molan left, Lin Qinshuang hurried to Changfeng to urge him to study hard, so that he could graduate from high school, pursue a career in government, and be a support for Molan.

After returning to the courtyard that Sheng Hong had prepared for her, Molan looked around with great joy. Although the courtyard was not large, it was ingeniously laid out, with pavilions and towers scattered throughout, rockery and ponds complementing each other, and lush flowers and trees, giving it a unique elegance.

The more Molan looked at it, the more she liked it. She couldn't help but nod her head repeatedly in praise, saying, "Well, this courtyard is really nice!" Then, an idea flashed through her mind - since she loved this place so much, why not give it a new name? After much thought, Molan decided to name the courtyard "Moyuan" to express her love for this little world.

From that day forward, Molan immersed herself in writing and painting, preparing numerous recipes to implement in Shengjing. Her days were leisurely and comfortable. Every few days, she would meticulously write a letter to Zhao Zhen, a distant figure in the capital, words filled with longing and concern. She would also send him recipes for glassmaking and smallpox prevention. Zhao Zhen always replied promptly, his concern evident in his words. Furthermore, he would often send thick stacks of banknotes, urging Molan to buy whatever she wanted and never to compromise herself.

In this way, Molan lived a peaceful and joyful life in Moyuan, and the relationship between her and Zhao Zhen grew deeper with each letter they exchanged... January came and it was time for Sheng Hong to return to the capital to report on his work. Because of Molan's kindness, Zhao Zhen promoted Sheng Hong to the rank of Fourth-rank Secretary of the Central Secretariat and also granted him a five-story house. So everyone happily packed their bags and prepared to leave for the capital...