The beautiful woman in the quick transmigration novel has been targeted by the male lead again.

The following year, Changning gave birth to a baby boy, named Jingzhe, because the day of his birth was the Jingzhe solar term.

Wei Wufeng was the most excited, holding him all day long and calling him "son, son" incessantly.

When Chang Ning first saw it, she was disgusted. Its little face was wrinkled and its skin was red. It looked just like a monkey!

After a full moon, he slowly grew and soon became fair and tender, which is when Changning was willing to hold him.

Wei Wufeng said she was being pretentious, and that the family was lucky to have him!

Chang Ning snorted and ignored him, turning to play with her son, whose little hands and feet were increasingly adorable.

After Xiao Jingzhe turned one year old, he was already able to walk. One day, Chang Ning was leading him in the yard to watch the geese.

This goose is very clever. It considers itself part of the family. It will bite the fish it catches in the river, bring it home, and throw it in front of Wei Wufeng.

Wei Wufeng would always pick up the still-alive fish with a blank expression, and then chase the goose away.

When he returned from outside, he saw Little Jingzhe walking along, waddling along with Big Goose by its wings, while his unreliable mother giggled incessantly beside him.

He walked over, picked up his son, kicked the goose in the process, and said to Chang Ning, "Pack your things!"

Chang Ning was about to get angry when she heard this and was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Wei Wufeng said, "The rebel army is about to attack, it's not safe here."

The South has been in turmoil since the small-time stock market riots a few years ago. Not long after, it was said that the people gathered up and killed the local officials, and then they rebelled!

Perhaps due to prolonged oppression, the people of several prefectures rallied in unison, and now their movement has become a powerful and unstoppable force.

The imperial court naturally dispatched troops to suppress the rebellion, but the military was poorly equipped and lacked capable generals, so they could not do anything about it for the time being and could only maintain a stalemate between the north and the south.

One side wanted to maintain its existing territory, while the other wanted to start a new one. The two sides fought back and forth, with the southern army clearly having stronger combat capabilities. They had now advanced to the central and northern parts of the country, which was only a few days' journey from the capital.

Ordinary people fear war, and Chang Ning was no exception. He tidied up his belongings in a mess, tied them into a large bundle, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Wei Wufeng said, "Just come with me."

He carried the bundle on his back and picked up Xiao Jingzhe in his arms. Chang Ning was being led by the hand. As they walked out of the courtyard, he suddenly said, "There are geese too!"

The big goose was flapping its wings and following behind them!

"I don't care about that now!"

Seeing that she refused to leave and seemed determined to take the goose with her, and with the little kid in her arms pointing at the goose and making noises, Wei Wufeng's face turned green: "You guys are really my ancestors! We're fleeing from disaster, do you think this is a picnic?"

With that, he grabbed the goose by the long neck, lifted it up, and threw it outside: "It's a pity there's no time to stew it. Let it fend for itself!"

Although there was a rebellion in the south, the common people were unaware that the mastermind behind it was the former Marquis of Zhenyuan, and the imperial court, for reasons unknown, did not publicize it extensively.

All they knew was that war was coming, and they were worried about being conscripted into the army, and also about the warhorses trampling the nearly ripe crops in the fields.

As people were filled with fear and unease, a troop of cavalry indeed appeared at the village entrance.

The villagers all stayed indoors. A group of men searched the village and then returned to report: "There is a house in the northwest of the village. The owner has already left. General, please rest there for now!"

A carriage was surrounded by cavalry, and a voice came from inside: "Hmm."

Upon arriving at the destination and opening the door, it was clear that the homeowner hadn't been gone long, as there was some dust but the house hadn't yet begun to fall into disrepair. Several soldiers helped a man down from the carriage: "General, the military doctor says you should rest now and not travel any further!"

This person was none other than Shen Yanzheng!

His face was pale, and blood was seeping from his shoulder, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

After getting off the bus, he pushed through the crowd and said, "It's alright. We'll rest here for the night and set off early tomorrow morning."

"General, the advance at the front is already very fast. There's no need to rush. If something happens to your health, all our previous efforts will be in vain!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He went inside. The house was simple, and the owner must have left in a hurry. Things were a bit messy, but he didn't mind. When fighting on the front lines, conditions were usually very harsh.

He just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, to end it all sooner.

This time, he was injured after a long and fruitless attack. He did not hesitate to use himself as bait to lure the enemy deeper into the territory, which finally pushed the battle line forward by a big step.

His subordinates and advisors all disagreed with his risky actions, saying there was no need to rush, but Shen Yanzheng remained unmoved, wishing he could march on the capital tomorrow.

He was not a person who was eager for quick success and instant benefits; everyone could only assume that he was eager for revenge.

The southern rebels were about to besiege the city, and the imperial court was already in chaos.

"What a Shen Yanzheng! I should have exterminated his entire clan back then!"

Inside the Southern Study, the current emperor, forty-five years old, had a deep furrow between his brows: "Who else is in the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence? Kill them all!"

The ministers exchanged glances: "Your Majesty, since the passing of the two sons of the Shen family, only an old lady remains in the family!"

She had been imprisoned since the news reached her, but was spared from jail only because her father had retired to his hometown.

The Shen family has few descendants, and their relatives and friends by marriage are not in the capital. They have probably all disappeared by now.

Everyone watched as the Emperor paced anxiously back and forth in the room: "Could we use the Old Madam to threaten Shen Yanzheng into withdrawing his troops from Zhuxi City?"

A few bitter smiles: "I'm afraid not. If it weren't for this old lady, Shen Yanzheng's birth mother wouldn't have passed away."

Moreover, the death of the old master was also partly orchestrated by the old lady's father.

Shen Yanzheng probably hated him to the core long ago.

"That damned old hag!"

The Emperor gritted his teeth, "Having committed so many evils, issue my decree: punish her with thirty strokes of the cane!"

"This……"

"Go!"

This was completely an excuse to vent anger without cause, but no one present said anything. At this moment, self-preservation was the key.

When Shen Yanzheng woke up, it was still dark. A lamp was lit in the room, and he waved away the guards who came to serve him.

He sat down at the table, picked up the battle report, and by the time he finished reading it, the sky was already turning light.

He glanced casually at the room where he had stayed the previous night. It must have been a woman's boudoir. There was a simple dressing table next to the bed, with a bronze mirror on it, and a bunch of dried flowers by the window.

There were some odds and ends hanging on the wall, including a rattle drum that a child was playing with.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and after taking a few steps, he picked up a hairpin from the ground. It was made of copper wire and wasn't very valuable, except for a delicately designed butterfly attached to it.

Shen Yanzheng looked at the hairpin for a while, and finally put it back on the dressing table.

He suddenly remembered that he had once given away a jade hairpin with a butterfly carved from gemstones. The recipient was delighted, and he still remembers the sparkling look in their eyes.

Let's end this quickly; this war has dragged on long enough.