Divorced woman with child travels through time

"Yes! That's true!" A-Yue felt even more upset. She didn't know what was wrong with her lately. She always felt wronged.

"Don't be sad, my wife. We'll live a good life together from now on. Once we find General Wang, we'll never have to live this kind of life without seeing the light of day again," Ah Xing comforted her as they walked.

"Hmm..." A-Yue couldn't suppress her sadness.

Ah Xing was extremely anxious. "Honey, wait a minute. Let's run faster. There are horses over there in the woods. We'll be safe soon."

"Waaah... I know!" Ah Yue's tears fell like beads as she ran and cried.

"Oh dear, don't cry, sweetie, we'll be there soon."

"I know, sob sob, I can't help it!!" A-Yue wanted to burst into tears. If it weren't for the fact that this place was unsafe, she would have already given in.

"Don't rush, don't rush, we're almost there! What did you just see?" Ah Xing thought, then decided to change the subject.

"I, I saw it, uh!" A-Yue sniffed, "Liu Mama, who serves the Empress Dowager, switched the medicine she was given to treat her cold, and poisoned her to death! Waaah..."

"That's not your fault! We're here to keep an eye on that Liu Mama and silence her!" Ah Xing said weakly, trying to comfort her.

“I know…” A-Yue’s tears flowed like water. “It’s none of my business, but the light yellow dress the Empress Dowager was wearing was so ugly! So ugly! It made me want to cry.”

"Ah! This?" Ah Xing was flustered by her nonsensical sadness. "Then I'll not look at her anymore, and I'll kill anyone who dares to wear light yellow clothes again, okay? Ancestor, please stop crying."

"Okay!" A-Yue burst into laughter through her tears, then stopped sobbing.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Zhao Yang led two horses over. As soon as A Yue saw him, she started crying again.

"Oh dear..." Ah Xing was at a loss.

"What happened? Did you bully her?" Zhao Yangqing asked seriously.

"I swear to God I didn't!" Ah Xing said, holding up three fingers.

"He didn't..." A-Yue sobbed, wiping away her tears, "It's just that...it was too ugly just now..."

Zhao Yang was dumbfounded. He patted her head and said, "Silly girl!" He handed the reins to the two of them and said, "This matter is over. You can go now. Live a good life from now on and don't come to the capital again!"

"Brother!" A-Yue cried, her heart breaking.

"Brother Yang, come with us!" Ah Xing rarely called him "brother."

Zhao Yang suddenly smiled, his smile as warm as the first rays of the sun. "Just having you call me 'brother' is enough for me. I'm not leaving. You guys go ahead."

"If you don't leave, do you really think they'll let you go?" Ah Xing mounted his horse and looked earnestly into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't die. I know what I'm doing. Let's go!" Zhao Yang patted the horse's back, and the two horses took off running.

When A-Yue turned around, she saw Zhao Yang standing there alone, watching them leave, and felt inexplicably sad.

"Husband, if we have the chance in the future, let's save Yang Ge. He's had a tough time too."

“Okay, I’ll accept his kindness in letting us go, and I will too.” Ah Xing turned around and waved to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang smiled and waved from afar, his smile bright and sunny.

At this moment, the palace was in complete chaos.

Inside the Funing Palace, Emperor Jingshun, Zhao Jian, sat sprawled on the edge of the bed, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor.

Eunuch Wan walked in with a pained expression, picked up the bottle and put it aside. "Your Majesty, please don't be sad. If the Empress Dowager knew you were like this, she wouldn't be able to leave in peace."

"Heh, what kind of official am I? I can't even protect my own mother... Is there any official as pathetic as me?" Zhao Jian fell backward, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his slightly gaunt face. He picked up the jade pot beside him and poured the wine directly onto his face.

The strong, cold wine flowed down his face like water, dripping from the corner of his eye onto the couch; it was unclear whether it was his tears or the wine.

"Your Majesty, drink less. You have important matters to attend to tomorrow." Eunuch Wan squatted down beside him, poured him a cup of tea, and held out his hand, waiting for him to drink.

Zhao Jian ignored him, turned over, buried his head in the quilt, and muttered to himself, "I know she has a bit of a temper and likes to beat and scold the servants. I've mentioned it to her a few times, but they are still her closest people. How could she do that to them!"

"Sigh!" Eunuch Wan sighed, put down his teacup, and said, "That Liu Mama is usually low-key and doesn't cause trouble. She's sensible and easy to take care of. No one would have thought she could do something like this. Besides, she committed suicide by poisoning herself. I suppose she felt guilty!"

"What has she done wrong!" Zhao Jian sat up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour someone. "She's just a widowed old woman, she should have died of old age in the palace. Apart from occasionally scolding her when she was in a bad mood, the Empress Dowager has never treated her poorly. She eats well and uses good things, what could she possibly want! There must be something I don't know about. Where is Song Wujin from the Imperial City Guard? Tell them to investigate quickly."

"Oh dear! Your Majesty, this only happened today. Even if Lord Song were the most capable, he couldn't have acted so quickly."

“That’s true.” Zhao Jian regained a bit of his senses, sat up and wiped his face. Thinking of Song Wujin, he then thought of his wife, Song Yayi. “I’ll go to the Empress’s palace for a while. You can have someone tidy up this place.”

Inside Yanfu Palace, Song Yayi accompanied her eight-year-old son, Zhao Ze, as he practiced calligraphy.

"Mother, how do you think my writing is?"

"You wrote very well. Ze'er, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" Song Yayi took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, which was not sweaty.

"Ze'er, you're not tired. Mother, you've worked hard!" Zhao Ze smiled happily at her, making Song Yayi feel even more sorry for him.

Since Zhao Jian ascended to the throne, he had been living in constant fear and trepidation. The Empress Dowager and Empress were practically powerless. He had been trying to survive in the cracks and to build up his own power base. He was worried that he might suddenly die one day. He also wanted to have children, but the court officials were wary of his son because he was so outstanding and had the support of the Imperial City Guard.

Her brother, Song Wujin, had only been in the Imperial City Guard for a few months when the Empress Dowager encountered this incident.

Song Yayi felt a chill in her heart, and even more so, fear. If something happened to her, what would become of her own child?

"Ze'er, I have something to say to you." Her heart ached as she looked at the beautiful and elegant small regular script. Her poor son, "You don't need to write your handwriting so well in the future, especially in front of others. You don't need to memorize your books so diligently either. You need to learn to hide your shortcomings, understand?"

"But Mother, why should I hide my talents?" Zhao Ze asked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Zhao Jian, who had just reached the door, stopped in his tracks. Yes, how could he hide such an outstanding son? What parent wouldn't be proud of their child who was doing so well?

Zhao Jian sighed softly, feeling a pang of sadness. Just wait and see; one day, he would settle accounts with those people.