Divorced woman with child travels through time

The old servant turned and went out the door.

Huang Zhong was arranging the roses in the yard; the sunlight shone on the pink flowers, making them exceptionally bright.

"Follow him!" With Huang Zhong's soft words, an inconspicuous middle-aged man appeared from the corner of the courtyard and quickly stepped out of the gate.

He followed the old servant all the way, and saw the old servant leave the mansion and head straight for the military camp. When he passed by the street, he happened to meet a peddler selling meat pies, so he bought two and ate them all the way to the military camp. After meeting Lin Fukang, he returned to the mansion.

"Master, Commandant Lin said he will come tomorrow if he is free."

"Hmm, you delivered intelligence to someone?" Huang Zhong picked up his bowl and chopsticks, took a bite of the tender braised pork, and thought, "Eating alone is so lonely."

"Yes." The old servant actually admitted it. "However, I was just saying that you were well, sir, and I had no other intentions. But with the commotion the young master has caused, other spies will probably find out as well. This is something I can no longer know."

"Okay, go ahead." Huang Zhong nodded in satisfaction. It was good that he could tell the truth.

The next day, Lin Fukang arrived with several people as agreed.

Huang Zhong greeted him with a forced smile, "General Lin, it's been a long time. I suppose the new Lord Wei has settled in by now."

"Lord Huang, there's no need for such sarcasm. We belong to different camps. Since you want to see me, you must have something to discuss. Let's get straight to the point." Lin Fukang was too lazy to play games with him and went straight to a stone bench to sit down.

"Very well!" Huang Zhong's expression softened, and he seemed to relax a bit. "Someone, bring tea!"

"Come on, drink up!" Huang Zhong waved his hand casually.

"Hmm!" Lin Fukang picked up the cup and took a sip. The temperature was just right, not hot at all, as if it had been prepared all along. "This tea is good."

"That's right!" Huang Zhong proudly raised his chin. "Now that he's a corrupt official, he should enjoy himself a bit."

"Get to the point!" Lin Fukang rolled his eyes, unable to stand people who were so proud of being bad guys.

"Alright, I'm practically a pawn now. I know you all want He Tianxia's materials, so I'm willing to sell them to you. Name your price." Huang Zhong blew on a tea leaf, confident in his decision.

"Is that all?" Lin Fukang wanted to roll his eyes at him again.

"Well, I know I can't save my life. If it's not you, it will be someone else. Give me some money, and I'll sell myself."

"Stop talking. I have no money. You can give it to me if you want, or forget it if you don't!" Lin Fukang stood up and looked at him. "But if you give me the money, and you die, I'll find a way to get our general to protect your child. I wonder if you're willing?"

"You wish! They know nothing. The He family won't touch him. In fact, if they did, it would have far-reaching consequences, and I, as a mere prefect, wouldn't be able to explain myself." Huang Zhong was quite smug.

"If that's the case, then I'll be leaving. I hope it's as you wish." Lin Fukang didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, so he got up and left.

Huang Zhong stretched out his hand, but ultimately didn't call out.

Huang Zhong stared at the blinding sunlight in the courtyard, lost in thought for a long time.

"Master, the young master is back!" the old servant reported.

"Huh?" Huang Zhong seemed to wake up from a dream.

“Father!” Huang Xuwen rushed in, looking travel-worn.

"Who told you to come back! This is utter nonsense!" He raised his hand, but never actually hit you.

“I’ve settled them all in, and the children have been adopted by other relatives. Dad, I’m back to be with you!” Huang Xuwen said to himself, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

"Silly child!" Huang Zhong paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh. This child was ultimately soft-hearted.

"My lord!" A constable rushed in from the doorway. "Our informant has reported that someone has already submitted your charges to Prefect Wei, and he will likely come to arrest you and bring you in for questioning soon."

"So fast!" Old Huang Zhong said calmly. "Fine, fine, let them have their way. Go pack your things, we'll leave the city tonight." He was forced to leave.

"Yes!" Huang Xuwen obediently went to make the arrangements.

After everyone left, Huang Zhong took out a bundle and handed it to the old servant.

"There are 30,000 taels of silver notes in here, which are for you. Please take the rest to Commandant Lin and tell him to make sure he remembers what he said."

"Master, this..." Old Fang hesitated.

“Go ahead. I’ve treated you well, and I know your abilities. Just do me a favor and protect my child this time, for the sake of me helping you treat your child.”

Old Fang knelt down, kowtowed several times, and disappeared outside the courtyard.

"Don't we need to come along?"

"No need. This time, I'll trust him this once."

Huang Zhong turned around and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun. The sunset was so beautiful, but unfortunately, he would never see it again.

As night fell, two carriages stealthily made their way into the city gate.

"Who goes there? The city gates are closed; you must not leave."

"Sir, my master has just passed away. Please make an exception."

"No means no! Go back immediately!"

"Oh dear! Please, sir!" The coachman knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, then slipped some silver into the city gate official's hand when no one was looking.

"Get out of here, or you'll be in jail!" The city gate official pretended not to know anything, accepted the money, but still used his spear to drive them away.

"Alright, alright, let's go!" The coachman was so angry he wanted to curse, but he had no choice but to drive the carriage back.

Seeing this, someone hidden in the darkness released the pigeons again.

"My lord, that old scoundrel Huang Zhong tried to escape, but I sent him back."

"Got it. Keep an eye on him. He's not going to run away so easily!"

Outside Longyan City, two carriages sped along as if haunted by ghosts.

“Whoa~” Mafle stopped the carriage and said in a low voice, “Master, we’ve arrived.”

"Hmm." A muffled voice echoed from inside the car, followed by soft whimpers, as if the wolf cubs were finally leaving their mother.

"Go, my son! I'm counting on you this time," Huang Zhong said softly to himself, patting Huang Xuwen's head.

Huang Xuwen wiped away his tears, climbed out of the carriage, and said resolutely, "Father, don't worry, I will definitely make them let you go."

Huang Zhong instructed him to pretend to be himself and swagger off to Jiangnan.

Huang Xuwen knew that whether he could save his father this time depended on his performance, so he abandoned the carriage and rode ahead at breakneck speed, occasionally shouting to the person in the carriage, "Dad, hold on tight!"

The two carriages traveled in opposite directions, one to the east and one to the west. As dawn broke, Huang Xuwen breathed a sigh of relief and stopped his horse to rest. A middle-aged man emerged from one of the carriages. Huang Xuwen was shocked to see him. "Uncle Du, it's you? Weren't you protecting my father?"

"Your father told me to follow you, saying I couldn't protect him!"

"No way, we need to go back quickly!"

"There's no going back!" Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Old Du knocked him unconscious, carried him onto the carriage, dismissed the coachman, and drove away with him.

The carriage traveled slowly along the road heading east.

Suddenly, the sound of iron cavalry arose.

"They've arrived! You may proceed!" Huang Zhong said from inside the carriage.

“Master, we will definitely protect you.”

"Alas!~"

As soon as he finished speaking, arrows rained down like a silver plate, and after a muffled groan, all the servants who had accompanied him were dead.