Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

No wonder Yin Yin always felt that the fifth wife's performance was quite different from her portrayal in the drama.

"What is this? Is it raising Gu?" Yin Yin thought for a while, but still couldn't understand.

"Since he cares about the Zhan family, wouldn't it be better to teach them brothers to be of one mind and work together towards a common goal?"

Zhan Zheng shook his head, his face full of complicated emotions: "There is naturally a reason for this, but it's a long story."

"Since it's a long story, why don't we make it short?" Yin Yin said coquettishly. "Big brother, please enlighten me!"

Zhan Zheng coughed lightly, but couldn't help mentioning it: "Raising descendants like raising poisonous insects, finding the most suitable one to be the head of the family, is not something that only happens in this generation."

“So,” Yin Yin’s expression changed several times, “the old man himself came from this kind of education and became a staunch supporter of this plan?”

Zhan Zheng took a sip of tea and found it had gone cold, but after a pause, he drank it all in one gulp.

After he finished his tea, he noticed that Yin Yin was looking at him with concern. After a moment's thought, Zhan Zheng understood what Yin Yin was worried about and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm not like him. I can never become someone like him."

Looking at her older brother in front of her, and then thinking of Zhan Zheng, the male lead in the original drama, Yin Yin didn't immediately give the answer that she believed him.

It wasn't that she was deliberately hesitating; it was just that, aside from not raising his son like a venomous insect, the male lead in the drama did things that were probably no better than what Old Master Zhan did.

What is this called?

Generation after generation of dragon-slaying heroes eventually become evil dragons themselves?

"Big brother, I'll be watching you," Yin Yin finally made up her mind after a long while. "If you follow the old man's example, I'll remind you. Don't think I'm annoying you then."

“Okay,” Zhan Zheng coaxed his sister gently, “I will listen to whatever you say.”

As he spoke, Zhan Zheng added, "Yinyin, don't worry, I'm completely different from him. He only believes in himself, but I have Mom and you. I'm happy to listen to whatever you two have to say, and I'm willing to tell you anything."

"If that's what you say, then I'll have to work really hard."

Zhan Zheng asked with some curiosity, "What are you trying to do?"

Yinyin puffed out her cheeks, looking very cute: "I will definitely try my best to take good care of myself and strive to live longer than you so that I can watch over you for the rest of my life!"

After saying this, Yin Yin suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration and understood something.

To survive to the end, to achieve a small goal, and to have the chance to live again in the real world—that's what she wants.

But gods aren't philanthropists, so why would they give her such an opportunity? What qualities does she possess that the gods desire, or that would allow the gods to achieve their goals?

After experiencing three worlds, Yin Yin finally vaguely found the answer.

Is that so? she asked herself.

Unfortunately, no answer was received.

"No rush," Yin Yin reassured herself. "Perhaps I can only verify it when this life ends and I return to the divine space."

Zhan Zheng didn't know what Yin Yin was thinking, but he was very happy that Yin Yin wanted to live longer than him: "Then it's settled, you can't forget. But your wish should be easy to achieve, after all, you are several years younger than me, and who knows when I will pass away before you."

"No way," Yin Yin retorted instinctively, "You're supposed to live to be a hundred!"

"If I live to be a hundred, won't it be even harder for you to take care of yourself?" Seeing the struggle on Yin Yin's face, Zhan Zheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Don't worry, your older brother will take good care of you. I'm going to protect you for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Yin Yin felt a warm glow in her heart, as if she were filled with some kind of emotion, feeling light and airy, wanting to jump around in the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Yu Miaoqi came in from outside and saw that the brother and sister were both smiling. She felt that the fatigue from dealing with those village heads earlier had disappeared: "What are you talking about? You're so happy. Tell me about it."

The brother and sister exchanged a knowing glance and said in unison, "It's nothing!"

Yu Miaoqi laughed along, "Alright, you two siblings have a little secret. Since you don't want to talk about it, Mother won't ask, okay?"

"It's nothing serious," Zhan Zheng said, then winked at Yin Yin.

Yinyin understood and said, "Just now, my brother was telling me about things in the manor over there. We got onto a different topic and talked about how we must take good care of ourselves and live to be a hundred years old."

"Mother, you must also take good care of your health. Otherwise, it won't be interesting if only my elder brother and I live to be a hundred years old."

Yu Miaoqi couldn't help but pat Yinyin's head like she did when she was a child, and then looked at Zhan Zheng: "With a son and a daughter like you, how could I bear to part with you if I didn't live to be a hundred years old!"

After the family spent some time cuddling, Yu Miaoqi asked the two what they had just discussed about the affairs of the mansion over there.

Zhan Zheng then repeated himself, and Yin Yin also shared their thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Yu Miaoqi broke out in a cold sweat, even though it was the dead of winter.

“You all understand the old master better. I’ve lived for so many years and have never seen him abandon our main branch, yet I don’t understand him as well as you do.”

Yinyin pulled her aside and said, "Isn't it often said that those who are in the thick of things are blinded by a single leaf, while outsiders can see the whole picture? Mother, you've just been misled by your past impressions."

Yu Miaoqi grasped her hand in return, urging Zhan Zheng to continue, "With the third branch so smug, the second branch certainly won't be happy. You've already let them know that the third son was the mastermind behind this, how can they hold back their schemes?"

“Of course not,” Zhan Zheng said. “The third branch has gone to such lengths that they still plan to have the old lady lead Zhan Hui’er to take the place of Zhan Shu’er and attend the palace banquet to find a good marriage for Zhan Hui’er. But this has also deeply offended the second branch.”

"As far as I know, the second madam has already written to her family. There will be quite a show when they reply."

The second master was, after all, the legitimate son. Although the second mistress was not very smart, it was clear from her domineering and daring manner that she came from a good family and was favored by her family. She was just not as good as Yu Miaoqi.

As for the Third Madam, who was a good match for the Third Master, she was naturally born out of wedlock, far inferior to the Second Madam.

According to the old master's teachings, matters within the Zhan family should be handled within the Zhan family. The conflicts within the Zhan family would never extend to each other's maternal families.

But now that they've been bullied so badly by the third wife, if they don't make good use of their resources, are they really going to let their daughter marry such a person? The second wife doesn't believe that the person specially chosen by the third wife is really just like he appears on the surface.

Although Yu Miaoqi disliked the second wife's family, upon hearing that they were willing to go against Old Master Zhan's family management principles and disappoint him in them in order to extricate their daughter, she couldn't help but sigh, "They do have some compassion."

Yinyin was curious: "With Mother gone, the old master personally ordered people to manage things in the mansion. Since he didn't want the Zhan family's affairs to spread beyond the mansion, how was this letter sent out?"