Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

When they saw Yin Yin return, Chu's father, along with Chu Yun and his wife, were very happy. They were even happier to know that Yin Yin would be staying at their home for a while.

For almost the entire day, the smile on Chu's father's lips never faded.

Yinyin stayed comfortably at her parents' home for almost half a month. Just as it was time to check the accounts, and she was about to pack up and return to the city, her uncle Wen sent someone to deliver a message, saying that the Ming Dynasty's army had suddenly been frequently mobilized and that its control over the border city had become exceptionally strict.

"Is the Ming Dynasty going to break the contract?" Fu Yuanzhou frowned. "We still need to send someone to find out what's going on."

“Our Yangliao is too close, and its defenses are far inferior to those of the Ming Dynasty’s regular army. If they make any move, Yangliao will not even be able to fight back.”

Recalling the previous news, Yin Yin didn't think it was Ming Kingdom intending to break the contract. Ming Kingdom's formation was mainly defensive, seemingly more like a precaution against a sudden attack from Li Kingdom.

“It’s simple,” Yinyin said to Qingyun. “Don’t rush to pack your things. Let’s stay for another half a day or a day.”

After saying that, she explained to Fu Yuanzhou, "Although the Ming Dynasty is on high alert, it hasn't said that entry and exit are prohibited. We often have family members who travel across the border. If we wait a bit, they'll know what's going on when they return."

Fu Yuanzhou nodded and told someone to go back and report to Uncle Wen, telling him not to worry.

As expected, the message arrived by evening.

"I heard that the old emperor of the Ming Dynasty died, which is why martial law was declared on the border."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yin asked the clansman who brought the news, "Do you know who the new emperor who is to ascend the throne is?"

The clansman scratched his head: "I've never heard of that. I suppose we should hear about it after a few days when the announcement is made to the world."

That's not entirely wrong; it's already quite good that the common people even know the old emperor is dead.

If, by chance, emperors changed frequently, people in remote areas might not even know who the new emperor was, and might even think that the current emperor was the one from two or three previous reigns.

The border town was able to receive the news so quickly because the area was of great importance.

If the garrison commander is unaware of the old emperor's death, and spies from other countries send back news that they have suddenly mobilized their troops, wouldn't they be caught off guard and even lose territory?

Yinyin glanced at Fu Yuanzhou: "Now that we know such important news, regardless of whether anyone in the capital has already reported it, we should write a memorial to mention it."

Fu Yuanzhou knew that Yin Yin was right, but the thought of writing a memorial gave him a huge headache.

He followed Yin Yin back to the mansion with a dejected look on his face and sat down at the desk in the study, deep in thought.

Actually, it's not that he can't write, but he just resists it from the bottom of his heart.

Yinyin calculated that it was about time, so she specially brought some snacks to go to see him.

"Have you finished writing? Come and try some of the new snacks I had someone make."

“Not yet,” Fu Yuanzhou sighed, gesturing for Yinyin to sit down next to him, and pointed to the blank draft in front of him, “Not a single word has been touched.”

Yinyin looked amused: "You usually write so many letters to me, you make such a thick stack, why can't you write when it comes to writing memorials?"

Fu Yuanzhou argued, "When I wrote to you, it was a genuine expression of my feelings. Naturally, I had countless things to say, but there are rules and formats for writing memorials, and I just couldn't write a single word."

“Then just ignore the format and treat this memorial as a personal letter,” Yin Yin suggested. “Anyway, you’re not trying to make a good impression on the court officials through this memorial, so the rules don’t matter that much.”

Fu Yuanzhou finally told the truth: "Actually, it's not a matter of format, but rather that I can't think of anything to write to my father."

"He was impatient to look at it, and I didn't want to say anything either, so it just sat there empty."

“But you can’t not write it,” Yin Yin advised him. “Even if you can’t write anything else, you still have to pay your respects. It doesn’t matter if it’s short, just to show your face so that they don’t really forget about you.”

Fu Yuanzhou hugged Yin Yin: "He didn't really remember me anyway."

Seeing that he seemed a little sulky, Yinyin hugged him back: "How about I write one down and you can take a look?"

Fu Yuanzhou immediately picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, set aside the manuscript paper in front of him, took the blank fold, and waited for Yinyin to read it out before he started writing.

In response, he argued vehemently, "We are husband and wife, what you wrote is what I wrote, what do you mean by reference!"

Yinyin reached out and pinched his cheek: "We're husband and wife, so you can't just let me manage the military and political affairs of Yangliao?"

“If you want to take charge, then go ahead,” Fu Yuanzhou said seriously, looking at her. “My uncle and I have limited abilities, and it’s already quite an achievement that we’ve reached this point. But if you, Yinyin, take over, you’ll definitely do a great job.”

"At least if the Ming Dynasty makes any moves, we won't just be worried but unable to organize any decent resistance."

A hint of something else appeared in Yin Yin's eyes: "Since you've put it that way, I won't hold back!"

Fu Yuanzhou nodded and pointed to the document in front of him: "The ink is almost dry, Yinyin, tell me quickly."

With Yin Yin's help, they came out of the study in no time. The snacks Yin Yin had brought were untouched and brought back untouched.

Uncle Wen thought that Fu Yuanzhou would ask him for help again this time when writing the memorial, so he prepared a draft early in the morning with such appropriate wording that no one could find fault with it, and was just waiting to give it to him. Who knew that Fu Yuanzhou would directly send someone a pre-written copy.

Uncle Wen opened it, glanced at it, and immediately closed it. Although it followed the format, it was more like a letter, rather casual, and lacked the rigorous wording that a formal document should have.

But considering that it was written and sent by Fu Yuanzhou "himself," he felt he couldn't be too harsh, so he gave up the copy he had already prepared and arranged for someone to send this memorial to the capital as soon as possible.

The memorial was first sent to the Grand Secretariat. The Grand Secretaries looked at the memorial, thought about who had sent it, and were too lazy to nitpick. They presented it to the Emperor as is.

The emperor already knew the news, but Fu Yuanzhou, unusually, had a sudden inspiration and specially wrote a memorial to the capital. Although it was poorly written, it was still worthy of encouragement, so the emperor saved himself the time of scolding him.

Although the memorial was quickly put aside, it still left some impression on the emperor.

On the way to the capital, Yin Yin and her husband also received news about the new emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Of all the people in the Ming Dynasty, the one who ultimately succeeded in ascending the throne was the sixth prince who had helped General Li escape his predicament.