My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

The two sat in the carriage. Mu Qianyan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of any ill intent about the trip. Song Nuan was extremely bored. The journey was long and bumpy, and she was already feeling very uncomfortable. Looking at Mu Qianyan beside her, Song Nuan wondered how to start a conversation.

"Your Highness, did you like the osmanthus cake from the other day?" Song Nuan asked softly, trying to make conversation.

Mu Qianyan moved his lips slightly but did not speak, his expression strange.

Song Nuan had no choice but to speak again: "If you like it, I'll find an inn to stay at in a few days and then bring it to you..."

"No need." Before Song Nuan could finish speaking, Mu Qianyan interrupted her decisively, closing his eyes to rest, as if he didn't want to talk to Song Nuan.

Can we still have a good chat?

Song Nuan was speechless for a moment. She moved her lips, but couldn't find any topics to talk about. She turned her head to look out the window and stopped talking.

Seeing that the person beside him had quieted down again, Mu Qianyan raised his eyes slightly to look over. Song Nuan only showed him her profile, her cheeks puffed out, and she looked like she was sulking, but because of his status, she dared not speak out.

"you……"

Mu Qianyan spoke, trying to start a new topic. Song Nuan immediately straightened her back and turned her head to wait for him to speak. Mu Qianyan thought for a moment and said, "Your cooking skills need improvement."

Seriously... I was speechless.

“…Yes.” Song Nuan lowered her head and replied, then silently turned away, no longer wanting to talk to him.

Mu Qianyan touched his nose, looking at Song Nuan's petite back that she left him with only, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He never expected that the Ninth Prince, who was always eloquent and persuasive in the court, would become a conversation killer...

The continuous heavy rain caused mudslides and landslides on the road ahead, forcing the large contingent to halt its advance. A team of soldiers was dispatched to quickly clear the obstacles ahead so that the contingent could move forward smoothly.

Mu Qianyan, Song Nuan, and the rest of the large group had no choice but to rest on the spot and wait for the heavy rain to stop.

The two stepped off the carriage and were about to enter the inn when Mu Qianyan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and shouted in a deep voice to one of them, "You, stop right there!"

Song Nuan looked over in confusion and saw a small, thin man who stood out from the tall soldiers. He was stopped by Mu Qianyan's deep shout and stood frozen in place, shrinking his neck and not daring to move.

"Turn around."

The person slowly turned their head, revealing a somewhat dirty but still discernible handsome face.

"Miss An!?" Song Nuan exclaimed in surprise. Why was this guy showing up again?

"I wonder what brings Miss An here dressed like this?" In the inn, Mu Qianyan still had a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. An Ruoqing's matter this time was no small matter. If the Emperor found out that she had disguised herself as a man and infiltrated the army, not only would he be held responsible, but it would also implicate General An's family. After all, her intentions were unclear, and any charge against her would be enough to make the An family suffer.

When An Ruoqing realized she had been discovered, a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she quickly put on a flattering smile and said to Mu Qianyan, "I heard at home that my father was injured, and I was very worried and annoyed. So I thought I might as well sneak into the army and go to the border to see my father!"

An Ruoqing looked worried, which did seem to be the case.

Mu Qianyan couldn't understand where a young lady from a respectable family got the courage to sneak into a military camp full of men. Didn't she know that if this got out, some people would spread rumors about her and she might lose her reputation?

He spoke again: "I believe General An will appreciate Miss An's filial piety. I have conveyed your sentiments to you. Now you may return home!"

Mu Qianyan beckoned to the squad of personal guards he had brought and ordered them in an unquestionable manner, "You lot, you must send Miss An back to General An's mansion as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Hey, wait! I still have to see my dad! I..." An Ruoqing's chattering voice gradually faded away.

Having seen off the big trouble, Mu Qianyan felt slightly relieved. He led Song Nuan into the inn, where they ate some dishes before heading back to their room to rest.

Unlike in the royal palace, the two of them should naturally live in the same room as a real married couple when they are out in public. If they live separately, it will inevitably arouse suspicion in front of everyone.

Looking at the large bed, Song Nuan was in a good mood and thought, "Why don't I just make do with my prince tonight?" But... Mu Qianyan looked at her with deep affection and said softly, "My princess, are you willing to endure the hardships of your journey and not even get a good night's sleep?"

Song Nuan shook her head blankly.

"Then... you may settle down wherever you like!" Mu Qianyan took a thin blanket off the bed and handed it to her, waving his hand to indicate that she could leave, as he was going to bed.

Song Nuan just stared blankly as he took off his coat, then, wearing only a white undershirt, sprawled out in the warm bed and fell asleep...

Clutching a thin blanket, she was momentarily at a loss, wondering what might happen between a man and a woman alone in a room...

The next day, Mu Qianyan received bad news: An Ruoqing had run away! On the way, she pretended to have a stomachache to distract her personal guards, and then escaped alone, disappearing without a trace.

After a moment of contemplation, Mu Qianyan could only wave his hand and order the team to continue moving forward. As for An Ruoqing, he could only pray that she wouldn't cause any major trouble.

The army traveled day and night and finally arrived at the border a month later. Song Nuan was finally able to end her life of sleeping on the floor, on a small couch, and in various strange sleeping positions.

Upon arrival, they visited General An at his temporary residence, learned about the military situation, and extended their regards to the border generals. After doing all this, Su Yan, who was accompanying them, was exhausted, not to mention Mu Qianyan.

General An's injuries gradually healed, and he was finally able to lead his troops into battle as before, repelling the barbarians who had attempted to break through the encirclement.

General An and Mu Qianyan, one defending the front lines and the other comforting the people in the rear, boosted morale and helped many who had lost loved ones to gradually emerge from the shadows and return to normal life.

Looking at Mu Qianyan, who was approachable and friendly towards the people, Song Nuan felt a strange sensation, as if she had just met him today, someone who cared so much for the people and the country.

And so the battle raged for another two months. Thanks to General An's impregnable defense, the barbarians ultimately failed to breach the border city.

However, the war, which was at its climax, suddenly stopped. Of course, the first to raise the peace flag were the barbarians. Just as the generals were puzzled, a letter of peace and a marriage alliance were brought by the barbarians' envoy.

This action raised many questions, but Song Nuan only understood when the tribal chief appeared with a pretty woman. It turned out that An Ruoqing had accidentally come to the barbarian lands after escaping, met the tribal chief, learned about the barbarians' difficulties, and used modern knowledge to help them solve all their problems, such as food and medical care. The tribal chief was also a prodigy, exceptionally talented, and when he met the unique An Ruoqing, the two became a bickering couple, and their relationship blossomed from initial conflict to romance, naturally leading to a love story that transcended time.

The war ended with the barbarians suing for peace. The emperor in the capital was overjoyed, and the people were ecstatic. General An and Mu Qianyan then set off to return to the capital. However, an unexpected incident occurred on their way back.

"General, a large number of plague carriers have appeared in a small town ahead!" a soldier reported the situation on the road ahead.

Unexpectedly, a plague broke out shortly after the war had subsided. The small town ahead was the origin of the first outbreak of the disease, and it has now spread to a city. The city has been sealed off, but many people still managed to escape in the chaos. Some died and others were injured. In order to prevent the plague from spreading to the tens of thousands of people in the army, Ninth Prince Mu Qianyan ordered General An to go first, while he led several military doctors into the plague-stricken city to treat the people.

Mu Qianyan looked at Song Nuan, who had followed him, and stared at her for a moment before saying, "Go back!"

Song Nuan shook her head and said, word by word, "Wherever Your Highness is, that is where I will be."

Mu Qianyan fell silent. The military doctors around them were deeply moved by the couple's deep affection, unaware that this was something they had rehearsed the night before. Mu Qianyan was not that kind; the kind of person he was, he would take someone down with him even in death. Yes, that person was Song Nuan...

Upon entering the city, all was deathly still. Many corpses, already decaying, lay scattered across the streets in twos and threes. There wasn't a single healthy person left on the streets; the only survivors were a few lying on the sidewalks, constantly groaning. Judging from their sallow complexions, they probably wouldn't live much longer.

The plague is so terrifying; it sweeps in and gives people no chance to catch their breath.

"Save me...save...save..." A person who was so thin that he was unrecognizable grabbed Mu Qianyan's clothes and pleaded.

With a single glance from Mu Qianyan, a military doctor stepped forward to check on his condition.

"High fever persists, throat and tongue are congested and have a foul odor... The plague spreads extremely quickly through the air... This person has already contracted the plague and it's too late, I'm afraid..." The military doctor shook his head.

The man was already delirious, clinging tightly to Mu Qianyan's clothes and refusing to let go. His attendant, Alu, had no choice but to pull out a dagger and cut his master's clothes before finally freeing him.

Looking at the scene that resembled a dead city, Mu Qianyan pondered for a moment and came up with a plan to deal with the plague: "Gather all the corpses, burn them, and do not bury them underground. Separate all the infected people from the healthy people and resettle them separately. Military doctors, the solution to this plague rests on your shoulders!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" the staff from various departments responded, and quickly began their epidemic prevention work.

Seven days later, the epidemic was finally brought under control and the number of patients decreased significantly. However, the military doctors still could not find a final solution to the plague and could only watch helplessly as those poor people died.

As usual, Mu Qianyan came to inspect the epidemic area, observe the people's conditions, and pay attention to the number of casualties. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his chest was tight. After coughing twice, he lost consciousness amidst the exclamations of the crowd.

When Song Nuan arrived at Mu Qianyan's room after hearing the news, she saw a group of military doctors shaking their heads and sighing as they walked out of the room, their faces full of helplessness.

Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat; it seemed that Mu Qianyan had indeed contracted the epidemic...