After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

One of the burly men hoisted Jian Tianyi up, while the other guarded him from behind, and they retreated outwards.

Zong Zhenping hadn't originally intended to kill them to silence them, so whether or not those people were killed was no longer important.

After everyone left, Guihua collapsed to the ground, sobbing intermittently.

From her words, everyone realized that she had originally gone into a salt shop on North Street to buy coarse salt, but unexpectedly, when she turned around, she bumped into Jian Tianyi, who had been standing behind her without her noticing.

That guy was notorious in Qingyang, the capital city, for bullying men and women and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

She immediately bowed her head and apologized, but to her surprise, he had her restrained and tried to take her away. She felt humiliated and scared, and her mind went blank.

She tried to break free but it was no use. She was so anxious that she punched and kicked, but it was no use. In her panic, she remembered what her father had once said: "The more afraid you are, the more you must force yourself to calm down, so that you can judge the most advantageous method."

She tried to calm down slowly and pretended to comply. Jian Tianyi rarely saw someone so cooperative, so he had her released.

Later, she managed to escape by blending into the crowd when he wasn't looking, but unexpectedly, he still came looking for her.

Zheng Zhian's face scrunched up. How could that cunning old prime minister have raised such a disgusting brat?

Zong Zhenping, standing next to him, was also radiating a chilling aura.

This is not a place to stay for long, but what about this family? Should she take them back to the palace? Thinking of Consort De, she quickly dismissed the idea.

Looking at Zong Zhenping, whose face showed a composure beyond his years, she asked in confusion, "Why did you come here?"

Didn't he just return to Beijing? How would he know about this place?

Upon hearing this, Zong Zhenping knew what she wanted to ask. His cold eyes became even more unfathomable as he glanced at the mother and her two children huddled together on the ground and said, "They are the orphans of Yang Zhiqiang, the former cavalry general of the Lu Zi Battalion of the Zhenbei Army."

This answer stunned Zheng Zhian.

If we follow this logic, then in her past life she was a general commanding an army. If her soldiers died in battle and her family was bullied like this, she wouldn't be worthy of being a general unless she wiped out that person.

"So what do you plan to do with them now?"

Yingyi held her in his arms and felt a momentary killing intent. He subconsciously looked down at the person in his arms. She was just looking at Zong Zhenping seriously. Was it his imagination?

Zong Zhenping pondered for a moment, then looked at the three people on the ground and said, "Aunt Tian, ​​pack your things and come back to the Marquis's residence with me." Continuing to let them stay here now would be tantamount to watching them die.

The woman suppressed her fear and hurriedly stood up shakily, nodding, "Okay, okay, I'll go tidy up." Her legs were so weak when she entered the house that she almost fell over.

To prevent the Prime Minister's residence from sending anyone else, Zong Zhenping bowed deeply to Ying Yi and said, "I will return to the Marquis's residence to fetch them. Please..."

“I know.” Yingyi took a step to the side, interrupting him coldly.

Zong Zhenping said no more, turned around and flew away.

Watching him leave, a hint of admiration flashed in Ying's eyes. At only nine years old, he was already so calm and composed in the face of adversity. The Marquis of Wuping had a worthy successor.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zong Zhenping arrived at the gate with two ordinary carriages. The mother and her two children got into one carriage, and Zheng Zhian got into the other. On the way back to the city, Zheng Zhian noticed that he still had his lips tightly pursed and asked curiously, "Weren't you growing up in the Northern Border?"

Zong Zhenping glanced at her sideways; she probably didn't want to ask that.

“I came back with my mother a few years ago, and that’s when we brought back some remains of soldiers from the capital.” This little guy is indeed a child personally raised by the Emperor; he’s very clever.

Their carriage did not travel with the mother and her two daughters' carriage, but instead went directly from the North Gate to the North Palace Gate.

Before getting out of the car, Zheng Zhian looked at him seriously and said, "Brother Ping, everything will be alright. You go back first, Yingyi can take me back." She had sneaked out of the palace, and if she went back through the palace gate now, what if the guards at the gate didn't recognize her? Wouldn't she be exposed?

“Alright.” Zong Zhenping thought of the mother and her two daughters and realized he really needed to get back as soon as possible. He probably wouldn’t have enough rattan canes to handle the trouble he’d caused today.

Watching his carriage drive away, Zheng Zhian urged, "Yingyi, find a secluded place and then take me inside."

The guards at the North Palace Gate stared blankly at the two people walking away quickly. Were those two mentally unstable?

Upon entering the palace, Zheng Zhian's clear eyes darted around a couple of times, and on a whim, he asked, "How is that palace maid in the Cold Palace doing?"

Shadow One couldn't understand at all how he suddenly ended up in the Cold Palace, but he still answered seriously, "He's not dead."

"Let's go to the Cold Palace, but don't let the other shadow guards find us." Zheng Zhian was now somewhat glad that his father had given him the head of the shadow guards.

This is indeed not difficult for Shadow One.

Zheng Zhian felt the scenery rushing past him, and soon he arrived at a dilapidated courtyard. A gust of wind blew, and the waist-high grass swayed in the breeze. Dust covered the windows, and cobwebs clung to them...

No wonder it's Shadow One; even ghosts wouldn't come to this place!

Shadow One didn't lead her through the main entrance, but instead led her to a corner where a large section of the wall was missing from the top.

"No way! We have to go in this way?" She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yingyi with disdain.

Yingyi did not disappoint her 'expectations'. He carried her and flew up to the wall. Perhaps because it was not very convenient to carry a baby, he turned sideways, bent over, and took a few small steps before jumping down.

They thought they had arrived, but unexpectedly, Yingyi carried her to a shelf and bumped into something. A ladder appeared on the ground behind the shelf, which was obviously a cellar.

This move left Zheng Zhian speechless.

Upon entering, a strong musty smell hit you. There was only one candle burning in the cellar, placed not far from the palace maid who was tied to a chair. The light was dim, and the candlelight flickered, casting swaying shadows.

Zheng Zhian knew what "creepy" meant for the first time. She whispered, "No matter what happens later, don't go forward, but don't let me die either." She gestured for Yingyi to put her down, and added with concern, "That woman can't die either."

Yingyi looked at her in confusion, but Zheng Zhian was too lazy to explain and only said, "Just watch and see, whatever you do, don't let either of us die!"

There was someone standing next to the chair, but when they saw them come in, he just paused for a moment, then bowed and stepped aside.

Zheng Zhian stepped forward but couldn't see any obvious injuries on the palace maid, though she seemed to have completely lost her spirit.

The person standing to the side, seeing that the person on the stool did not react, yawned, scooped a cup of water from the bucket next to him, and poured it on her legs.

The palace maid struggled instantly, making "uh, uh, uh..." sounds.

Zheng Zhian then noticed the injury on her foot. It wasn't deep, so how could this have happened?

When a drop of water fell from above onto the palace maid's head, she understood.

The water that was just splashed probably wasn't just plain water!

After she came to her senses, Zheng Zhian stepped forward and looked at her with a grin, waving her little hand, "It's been a few days, did you miss me?" She didn't care about the palace maid's hateful look, as if she wanted to kill her.

Talking to himself, he scooped up another cup of water from the bucket and slowly poured it over the maid's feet, looking at her innocently, "Doesn't this water feel nice?"

The shadowy figure behind couldn't understand what the little princess was trying to do. Was it because of what happened with Jian Tianyi that triggered her?

Once the palace maid had recovered, Zheng Zhi'an had someone untie her ropes and said provocatively, "Don't you want to kill me now? You're all talk and no action? My father said that's useless..." Before she could finish speaking, the palace maid suddenly picked her up and grabbed her by the neck with one hand.