After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

"I've thought about it, but my father has issued a gag order in the palace and has also appointed me as Princess Anle. It's clear that even if they have suspicions, they have no evidence!"

Forehead…….

Zhong Ning was silent.

Is this the self-protection of the heroine?

Within the range she affects, can she cause countless NPCs to lower their intelligence?

Zhong Ning looked at Murong Xin. Judging from the deliberate adjustments to her facial features and makeup, there was indeed a big gap between the two.

Now they are only six points similar at most.

But she suddenly remembered the plot in the original book where the heroine was exposed as a fake, and she immediately whispered, "Think carefully about what obvious characteristics you have that the other person doesn't have."

Murong Xin was silent for a moment, then said, "There seems to be a red birthmark on my butterfly back."

Murong Lan also continued, "I also have a green leaf-shaped birthmark on my waist."

Without Zhong Ning's reminder, the two of them did not realize that apart from the face, there were such obvious differences in their bodies.

"What about the memory?" Zhong Ning continued,

"Since you have decided to replace the marriage, you must imprint all your memories of the previous Princess Zhaoyang in your mind."

"Not only that, but you also need to be familiar with the impressions of the people around Princess Zhaoyang, such as her study partners, best friends, and relatives. All the memories related to her must be familiar to you."

"Including Princess Zhaoyang's tone and attitude towards the servants, etc."

"It must be done without fail!"

The two of them then realized in panic that apart from the simple facial adjustments and distinctions, there were many other things they had not done at all!

Zhong Ning was speechless. It seemed that this plot world had no logic at all, right?

Several people hurried to Xianfu Palace where Concubine Wu was.

After entering the palace, only Zhong Ning was left to pay a visit to Concubine Wu, while Murong Xin and Murong Lan hurried into the side hall to check for any omissions.

Zhong Ning was left standing there alone, facing Concubine Wu's earnest greetings.

"His Majesty has already explained everything about you to me. You are a good child. Since you are fortunate enough to enter the palace, I will personally teach you for the next period of time!"

Concubine Wu smiled gently, took Zhong Ning's hand and continued:

"Don't blame me for being anxious. We only have seven days. In seven days, it will be the Double Ninth Festival. Your Majesty will host a banquet for all the ministers at Chaoyang Palace, and envoys from the other three kingdoms will also be there to celebrate!"

"Before, the story of Zhaoyang's elopement was widely spread. His Majesty, in order to silence the rumors, said that the person he sent to pick up was a commoner princess."

"Now that you're here, I'm sure everyone is curious about you."

"You don't need to be afraid. When the palace banquet comes, you just need to show up and dispel those people's suspicions."

When Zhong Ning heard this, she looked obedient and submissive, but she also knew that her real battlefield was about to begin.

She and Murong Lan, one exists to protect Princess Zhaoyang's reputation, and the other exists so that Princess Zhaoyang can enjoy the company of her father.

From this point of view, Murong Xin is the real heroine.

A little nonsense directly changed the fate of the two women.

Zhong Ning even wondered if this trend was a small compensation from heaven for the cannon fodder?

Although it has arranged a fate of death for itself, it has also given itself the weapons to fight back against fate.

After surviving three fatal disasters in a row, Zhong Ning has developed a heart that is ready for worldly experience. He believes that life and death are determined by fate, while wealth and honor are determined by heaven.

Since fate has extended a friendly hand to her, she must accept this wave of wealth.

"Zhaohua, I will obey the Empress's orders!"

Come on, train hard!

She must master all the court etiquette in the next seven days!

Zhong Ning was eager to try and felt that he had infinite power.

How could a small court etiquette be difficult for her?

An hour later!

Zhong Ning held a bowl of water on his head, his feet on a line, took small steps, and had an expressionless face.

A nanny on the side corrected him, "Don't take too big steps, each step should be just right... Yes, keep your shoulders flat and don't shake your head..."

Zhong Ning: …

Fuck, a plant!

Don't suffer the old man!

.......

In the Qi Mansion.

This is the mansion where Qi Yu rests after his shift.

Ever since he became the emperor's sword, he has basically cut off all ties with the main branch of the Qi family.

The Qi family was originally a family of scholars and a noble family. What they looked down upon most were warriors who wielded swords and guns. However, Qi Yu, the eldest son, chose a different path.

For this reason, Qi's father wished he could break off the relationship with him right then and there, and from then on pretend that he had never given birth to such an ignorant son.

Afterwards, he put all his energy into his illegitimate son, teaching him carefully, as if he wanted to carry on the family legacy.

Regarding this, Qi Yu said that he didn't care!

Ever since he was twelve years old, when he accompanied his father into the palace to attend a palace night banquet and witnessed with his own eyes how the Northern Di envoys humiliated our country at the banquet, and how no one in the court resisted, he had already decided that he must pursue a military career in this life!

Even if it means death, they must expel these arrogant and presumptuous foreigners from their territory of Dayong.

He put aside the Four Books and Five Classics, and turned to learning skills and studying military tactics. He was determined to stick to this path even despite his family's disappointment and his father's accusations.

He had defended himself and analyzed the situation with his father, but in his father's opinion, why should he risk his life for something that could be settled with money?

He even felt that Qi Yu's behavior was a disgrace to the family!

Those barbaric small countries just want more money and food. They have plenty of these things in Great Yong. Just giving them a little can exchange for lasting peace.

He mocked Qi Yu for being dreamy. The Northern Di people were so tall and powerful, and skilled in riding and shooting. Qi Yu looked so thin and frail as a young master from a noble family, yet he actually wanted to defeat those barbarians.

A true gentleman will not bother with barbarians.

It was at this time that Qi Yu realized that there were some things he could not communicate with those noble families who were addicted to laziness.

They live in their own fantasy of a peaceful and prosperous world and fail to see that the country is already in turmoil.

Now, decades later, not only the Northern Di, but even the Western Rong have grown stronger.

They, Dayong, claimed to be a great country, but when the Western Rong proposed a marriage alliance, they did not even have the courage to refuse.

Qi Yu held a spear and sweated on the training ground, repeatedly tempering his muscles, bones and veins, so that he would always be in a desperate state.

But I kept thinking of what Zhong Ning once said: I was sent to protect the country, but I don’t know where the general is needed?

That day, the girl's clear eyes looked at him just like that, and her short question made his throat dry and unable to answer.

Even when he woke up in the middle of the night, he was still trapped there, asking himself over and over again: Does the peace of the country really have to be built on a weak woman?