Many descendants

After a brief conversation with the old man, Jian learned that the Liang Dynasty emperor had been stabbed by an assassin at his birthday banquet, so the entire city was under martial law to apprehend the murderer.

It's not easy for people inside the city to get out now, and it's not easy for people outside the city to get in either. Many people who want to come into the city to do business have already set up stalls on the spot.

“Son, are we still going in? Something’s happened in Hanyang, it’s definitely not going to be fun,” Jian said to Xiaodian.

Little Dot thought for a moment, "Then let's go to the capital of the Yan Dynasty?"

"Okay." Jian immediately turned the car around and stopped queuing.

Just then, a two-horse carriage came towards them, driven by a woman in red.

When she saw Jian, her eyes lit up. She quickly lifted the carriage curtain and said to the woman inside, "Princess, this is the one I was talking about. Don't you think he's handsome?"

A woman, her face half-covered by a round fan, peeked out, her bright eyes scrutinizing Jian, and she nodded slightly.

The woman in red immediately stopped the carriage and called out to Jian, "Wait a minute—"

Jian didn't even look at her and continued walking forward.

Seeing that he ignored her, the woman in red felt a surge of anger and stopped the mule cart.

Jian raised his whip and swatted the woman in red aside, saying, "A good dog doesn't block the way!"

The woman in red was so angry that her nose almost twisted. She flipped over and jumped up. Seeing that Little Dot was sitting obediently, she was about to grab Little Dot.

Another whip lashed out... The woman in red screamed as her hand was cleaved in two by the whip!

"A good donkey doesn't bray indiscriminately." Jian continued driving the mule cart forward, while the woman in red suddenly fainted.

A graceful white figure, her face veiled by a thin gauze, flew out of the carriage of the two-horse carriage and landed on the back of the mule in the mule cart.

Little Dot was startled by the sudden appearance of the person. Now, without needing Jian Jiao's help, he picked up the whip and lashed it at the woman in white.

The woman nimbly dodged it.

Little Dot slapped at her again, just like swatting a big fly, determined to hit her.

The Kyoto Imperial Guards, who had noticed the commotion, immediately came over.

The woman in white landed beside the unconscious woman in red, glanced at the woman in red's bleeding hand, and shouted at the imperial guards, "They are assassins, arrest them!"

A guard recognized the woman and immediately knelt down to pay his respects, saying, "Greetings, Princess Yingxue."

"No need for formalities." Princess Yingxue looked at Jian and Xiaodian.

The Imperial Guards immediately surrounded the mule cart.

Jian didn't want to waste time on these weeds. Su Yan said three days, so he only had three days to take care of his son.

They and their mule cart instantly disappeared.

Princess Yingxue's expression changed drastically, and the guards were also shocked, some even rubbing their eyes as if they were seeing things.

Then an old man was heard saying to the guards: "...That young man was originally behind me in line. He brought his son and wanted to go to the capital to see the prosperity of Hanyang. Later, he heard that they were catching assassins, so he turned around and left. He didn't come from the city."

Several people in line nodded repeatedly, still speaking up for Jian, even though they couldn't see that the mule carts surrounded by guards had disappeared.

At that moment, another imperial guard arrived on horseback, announcing, "The assassin has been captured."

Jian was not an assassin; the evidence against him was irrefutable.

Princess Yingxue's face was very unpleasant. "Bring a stretcher and carry the young lady of the Marquis Wu's mansion back."

Then, his gaze returned to the spot where the mule cart had disappeared, his expression turning extremely grim.

"Princess, should we continue investigating the person from earlier?" He was clearly a master! Continuing to investigate such a person would be a thankless and arduous task.

"No need," Princess Yingxue replied. That man clearly regarded them as mere roadblocks and didn't take them seriously at all. But when did the Liang Dynasty produce such a master...?

……

As dusk fell, Su Yan woke up groggily.

Sitting on the mule cart, I took a Rejuvenation Pill. It only made me feel a little better physically; my head was still dizzy.

Little Dot recounted what had happened to Su Yan.

Su Yan summed it up in four words: "Beauty is a curse!"

Jian immediately looked at her and said, "Even with such beauty before you, you didn't seem tempted."

Su Yan ignored him and took out two baby bottles from her system space for Xiao Diandian, asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry, thank you, Mom." Little Dot's eyes lit up immediately. She grabbed the two bottles and eagerly started gulping down the milk.

Su Yan rubbed her forehead and asked Xiao Mei, "Have you made the antidote yet?"

[Host, the antidote data is on Jian. You and he have your fun, and I'll make it. You won't have to worry about being poisoned by the 'Ephemeral Incense' anymore.]

【There's a future? Am I crazy?!】 Su Yan took out a bag of dried meat from her system space and chewed it dryly.

"I miss the jerky my dad used to make," Su Yan sighed.

Jian rummaged through his clean storage bag and the few scattered boxes in the alternate dimension... Finally, in a corner, he found a packet of dried meat. It was a gift from Oro Milut when he visited the rat tribe in the West District.

“I have some here.” Jian took out the dried meat and handed it to Su Yan.

Su Yan took it in surprise, smelled it, and confirmed that it was indeed made by Oro. "How did you get this?"

“During the war between gods and demons, I often went to the rat tribe. When the old man was in good health, he would make jerky. There was quite a lot left, but Xiao Fengning took it all,” Jian replied.

"..." Su Yan felt a pang of sadness when she thought of Oro, and her eyes welled up with tears.

At that time, Zulu was also in the Immortal Realm... and the Rat Clan was the only tribe that was not invaded by the Demon Clan during the War of Gods and Demons. I originally thought it was Rong Ruo protecting them, but he never mentioned it.

It seems now that it's because of Jian. With him, the former Asura King, around, who would dare to provoke the Rat Clan?

She took a piece of dried meat from the jerky and handed it to Little Dot, saying, "Try it, it's your grandpa's cooking."

"Grandpa?"

Su Yan took out Oro's photos and some videos of him making jerky for Xiao Diandian, and told her the stories as they watched...

Jian, who was driving the mule cart, took out another item from the alternate dimension. "This is the elephant bone bracelet that the old man made for you."

"An elephant bone bracelet?" Su Yan took it. Its snow-white and lustrous texture was as beautiful as mutton fat jade, but very light. There was an inscription on the corner: 'Auro Milut gifted this to his daughter Su Yan Milut.'

Su Yan shed tears, but quickly wiped them away and put the elephant bone bracelet on her wrist. "Yes, I like it."

Little Dot wanted more jerky after finishing his, so Su Yan gave him half, saying, "Eat slowly."

"Yes, thank you, Mother. I'll save some for my older brothers and sisters." Little Dot was always thinking about his brothers and sisters.

Su Yan smiled and said, "Okay."

"Mom, I'm sleepy." Little Dot yawned.

Su Yan kissed his little face and put him into the system space to sleep.

Without the children to act as a conversation starter, Su Yan and Jian were like strangers, neither of them speaking, but neither of them was at peace.

The mule cart came to a stop in a valley with a mountain spring pool.

It was completely dark by now.

Su Yan's body began to heat up, and desire surged again...

"Are we still going to endure this?" Jian asked.

Su Yan closed her eyes. "What do you think?"

Jian pursed his thin lips. "If you ask me, then there's no need to hold back. Anyway, our child is already so big, if we really did it, it would be like touching our own left hand with our right... um~"

"Really?" Under the cover of night, Su Yan's voice carried a unique seductive and provocative quality. "Is this what you call touching your own hand with your left?"

……