Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

"Princess, where is the food?" Zhao Bei asked with some skepticism. It's understandable that he was suspicious; he simply couldn't see where on the princess's person there was any place to store food.

"Just take me to the granary, and you'll find out when we get there."

Despite some doubts, Zhao Bei still led Xia Yu toward the granary.

Riding on horseback, the group quickly arrived at the city's granary.

"Open the warehouse door," Zhao Bei ordered the guards.

As the heavy wooden door opened, Xia Yu slowly took in the entire contents of the granary. Xia Yu waved away the guards who had followed him and entered the granary alone.

"General, please wait!" Zhao Bei saw Xia Yu walking inside and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Twenty-Nine's sword.

"You..." Zhao Bei turned his head and saw a cold, beautiful but expressionless face. He swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Xia Yu went in and came out in a short while. Zhao Bei only saw him lightly brush his hand over each grain bin, and then he did nothing else.

"Alright," Xia Yu said, clapping his hands.

"All done? What's done?" He didn't quite understand what Xia Yu meant.

"Hmm, we'll know once we go inside." Xia Yu gestured with her chin towards the granary.

Zhao Bei didn't know what she wanted him to see. Although he was puzzled, he still obediently took a few steps inside.

"Ah..." The man who had just entered the granary suddenly let out a loud shout. The sound startled the guards and other soldiers outside, who all craned their necks to see what had happened.

"Ah...this is all grain, grain!" Zhao Bei went mad in the granary. He examined each granary one by one, each one full, all of it corn. This way, not only would the food for the soldiers and civilians be solved, but even the provisions for the warhorses would be taken care of.

"General Zhao mentioned grain; is there grain inside?"

"I heard it too, we have food."

"But how is that possible? It's been empty for a long time."

"..." For a moment, the people outside the granary were discussing it, wondering if they had just imagined what they had heard.

"General, what's going on inside?" someone shouted to the man who was still going crazy in the granary.

"Hahaha...hahaha." Soon, Zhao Bei emerged from the granary, laughing loudly. He announced to the people waiting eagerly outside.

"We have food! Princess Wenfu Zhenguo has brought us grain. Jialing Pass is safe!" He then knelt on one knee and shouted to Xia Yu.

"Long live the Princess!"

As soon as he bowed, everyone else followed suit, kneeling and shouting in obeisance to Xia Yu.

"Long live the Princess!"

The news that the princess had brought grain spread like wildfire, and the entire city's soldiers and civilians were overjoyed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over Jialing Pass suddenly dissipated.

The cheers inside the city attracted the attention of the Ding'an King's men outside the city.

"Your Highness, for some reason, the city is now filled with jubilation."

"Do you know what it is?" The Prince of Ding'an had a bad feeling when he heard the guard's words.

"Not yet, the scouts haven't sent any news yet. We should have news by tonight," the guard replied.

"Go and investigate quickly, and report back immediately once you've found out," Prince Ding'an instructed the guard.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the guards left the tent, Prince Ding'an paced back and forth in the tent, feeling restless, wondering what could be happening in the city that warranted such a celebration.

"Your Highness, I just heard..." Mr. Hua was only halfway through his sentence when he saw the anxious Prince Ding'an, who looked like a trapped beast.

"Sir, have you heard about this? I don't know why, but I feel very unwell right now." Prince Ding'an grabbed Mr. Hua's hand with great force, causing Mr. Hua to feel pain.

"Your Highness, please don't be anxious, please don't be anxious, let's analyze this slowly." Mr. Hua quickly spoke up to calm the anxious Zhou Ji.

"Sir, there's something fishy about this. I felt very uneasy just now. It seems like something terrible is about to happen."

"Your Highness..." Mr. Hua shouted, waking Zhou Ji from his state of madness.

Feeling the pressure on his hand gradually loosen, Mr. Hua subtly withdrew his hand. Only then did he speak softly.

"I just heard my men report that there's a jubilant atmosphere in the city. Is Your Highness troubled by this matter?"

"Yes, I don't know why, but I was really irritable just now, and I felt really bad. Sir, this has never happened before." Zhou Ji touched his chest, wondering why he was feeling that way.

"Your Highness, the most pressing need in the city right now is food. I can't think of anything else that could alleviate Jialing's predicament. But considering the time, the grain transport teams from the capital are quite far away, so I don't think that's the reason. Your Highness, do you think it's possible that the people in the city knew that military supplies were being transported from the capital and simply received this news?" Mr. Hua pondered for a long time and felt that only this matter was worthy of celebration by the soldiers and civilians of the city.

"But how did the message get in? Could there be a traitor in our army?" Zhou Ji thought of a possibility after listening to Mr. Hua's analysis.

"Your Highness, don't panic. Let's first check with General Meng and see if anyone has entered the city in the meantime."

"It was I who lost my composure," Zhou Ji said, taking a deep breath and finally regaining his composure.

"Sir is right. We should first communicate with General Meng to see if anything happens in the next two days."

"Comer"

"Report..."

Just as Zhou Ji was about to call someone in, he heard a soldier come in from outside the tent to report.

"Your Highness, General Meng has sent some military intelligence." As he spoke, the man presented a bamboo tube about the thickness of a finger.

Zhou Ji took the bamboo tube, opened the stopper at one end, and then pulled out a piece of paper rolled into a long strip, which he unfolded somewhat hastily.

Seeing the prince staring at the note for a long time without moving, Mr. Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness, what did General Meng say?"

Zhou Ji looked up at Mr. Hua, a strange light flashing in his narrow eyes.

Mr. Hua felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze and couldn't help but call out again.

"Your Majesty?"

"Sir, you are right. Someone has indeed entered the city. Not only did they enter the city, but they also killed more than twenty of our soldiers on the road, slitting their throats with a single sword stroke."

His words caused Mr. Hua's hands, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, to clench unconsciously.

"Your Highness, could General Meng say who has come? And how many have come?"

Zhou Ji shook his head and said

"Their identities are unclear. There are fifteen of them, all women, and each one is highly skilled. General Meng suspects they are assassins sent from the capital."

"Are they planning to assassinate the prince?"

Upon hearing Zhou Ji's words, Mr. Hua blurted out.