(Quick Transmigration) Small Cannon Fodder Has Great Power

When Gu Yunyun came home from school, Yao Yulang was waiting for her at the door.

"Yunyun, didn't you say you wanted a swing last time? I had one built in the garden. Shall I take you to see it?"

"Okay." Gu Yunyun handed her schoolbag to the maid.

Yao Yulang led Gu Yunyun to the newly made swing, where green vines still hung sparsely from the top of the swing frame.

"Is it wisteria?" Gu Yunyun recognized the vine and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, the wisteria blooming season is over now. Next spring, you will be able to swing under the wisteria blossoms as you wish."

Gu Yunyun happily sat on the swing, and Yao Yulang gently pushed her from behind.

Yao Yulang silently played with Gu Yunyun for a while, then composed himself and said, "Yunyun, actually, I've been thinking these past few days that maybe I made a mistake before."

"Ok?"

“I remember you telling me in the study of the Prince’s mansion that you should judge whether a book is good or bad for yourself, and not to have prejudices before you’ve even read it.” He said, organizing his thoughts as he spoke. “The same applies to reading and judging people. In this respect, I haven’t done well. Before I knew you, I had prejudices against you, and I want to apologize to you.”

Gu Yunyun stopped the swing with a surprised expression, turned to look at him, and said, "There's no need to apologize. You've always been very good to me."

Yao Yulang walked around from behind her to the front, squatted down on one knee, and looked up at her intently. "At first, I thought I could never like my wife whom I had never met, but Yunyun, you are really a very good girl. The more I get to know you, the more I regret my past arrogance."

Could you give me a chance to pursue you? If you don't, I will still keep my promise and take good care of you until one day I entrust you to someone else worthy of my trust.

Gu Yunyun looked at him and smiled, "Okay."

Hearing her answer so readily, Yao Yulang was a little taken aback. "You...you don't need to rush to answer me. You can think about it seriously. I will respect your choice no matter what answer you give."

He said with a hint of bitterness, "I know you're still young and may not fully understand what romantic love between men and women is. I should give you time..."

Gu Yunyun felt a softness in her heart. She looked at him quietly, then suddenly leaned down and gently touched the bitter lips of the young man in front of her. "I know."

The young man seemed stunned, staring blankly at her.

"I've heard that when a man pursues a woman, he has to go on a date with her." Gu Yunyun tilted her head and gently swayed on the swing. "You'd better pursue me properly, otherwise..."

While Yao Yulang was shocked and delighted, he was a beat slow to realize what she meant when he heard Gu Yunyun say, "The punishment is that you have to ask me out again."

Looking at the girl's radiant smile, Yao Yulang felt as if fireworks had exploded in his heart. He couldn't help but smile, and solemnly and carefully took Gu Yunyun's small hand resting on her knee. "Okay."

"Then I can't call you Mr. Yao anymore, so... shall I call you Yulang?"

"Ah."

"Yulang, Yulang... Hey, how about Yulang instead!" Gu Yunyun teased him. "Yulang? Yulang?"

“…Hmm.” His ears turned slightly red.

Then, like any couple in love, they went to Western restaurants, watched movies, and took walks in the park; they watched the sunrise together at the beach and strolled under the sunset. He even pushed her on a swing, telling her about the constellations in the sky and whispering intimately under the stars.

They went to the photo studio to take new wedding photos. This time, she wore a cheongsam, and he accompanied her in a long robe and mandarin jacket. They looked like elegant gentlemen, standing very close to each other, their eyes filled with sweetness.

He also commissioned a pair of wedding rings, designed by himself, featuring a pattern of intertwined branches and adding wisteria blossoms, which Gu Yunyun loved. They exchanged rings, becoming a true couple. She styled her hair in a bun, and he carefully drew her eyebrows.

···

The wheels of history keep turning.

As Shanghai becomes increasingly turbulent, other parts of the country are also becoming unsettled.

The Japanese made no attempt to conceal their wolfish ambitions and were prepared to provoke war. News of the Yao family possessing the imperial seal eventually reached the ears of the Japanese.

Yao Yulang had already sent both his and Gu Yunyun's parents to the French Concession in Hong Kong. Just like in the original story, the Yao family's business in Shanghai was hit by the Japanese, but Yao Yulang had secretly been gradually transferring assets to Hong Kong.

"Yunyun, take the jade seal and wait for me in Hong Kong. I'll come over after I've finished dealing with things here. Bai Qian will help manage the business in Hong Kong during this time, so you don't need to worry about anything. Just live happily. If you feel lonely, go live with your parents."

"And what about you, Yulang?"

"I... still have things to do."

Since Bai Qian left Shanghai, Yao Yulang personally took over the Chongli Newspaper. While other newspapers were more or less wary of the Japanese and avoided confronting them, the Chongli Newspaper remained sharp in its writing, criticizing current affairs and serving as a platform for patriots to voice their opinions.

Gu Yunyun knew that Yao Yulang, like her, could not stand idly by in the face of such a national situation. They were both just tiny drops in the ocean of history, yet they stubbornly refused to give up their cries for resistance.

Gu Yunyun found a box containing weapons in his study: a pistol and a grenade, indicating that Yao Yulang knew he was about to face a perilous situation.

The housekeeper had already packed the luggage, and the driver was waiting in the car downstairs.

"Okay, then you should come find me as soon as possible."

“…Okay.” Yao Yulang suppressed his emotions, not wanting to show anything unusual, and said with difficulty, “You’re going alone, so you must take good care of yourself.” His voice was hoarse, “Don’t make me worry.”

"You too, don't always work so late." I asked the maid to heat up a glass of milk for you. Drink it and get some rest.

"Ah."

Gu Yunyun watched him drink the hot milk, then turned and left the room.

“Butler,” Gu Yunyun said calmly, “The Japanese won’t let you go so easily since they haven’t obtained the Imperial Seal. But he can’t let go of the newspaper’s affairs, so he won’t leave. But I can’t just leave his safety unattended.”

She turned to the housekeeper and said seriously, "Take your husband to the pier now and head to Hong Kong to avoid the trouble."

"But the master won't leave..."

"I just added a drug to your milk. Take him away quickly before the effects wear off."

"Aren't you... coming with me?"

Gu Yunyun shook her head. "The two of you going together would be too conspicuous and would alert the Japanese. I'll come find you later." In fact, Yao Yulang couldn't let go of this place, and neither could she.

She handed the pistol she was carrying to the housekeeper, saying, "Keep this for self-defense."

"But you..."

"Don't worry, their target is you and the Imperial Seal, they won't do anything to me."

Gu Yunyun stood by the window, watching the car drive out of the gate of Yao Mansion.

The system sobbed, "Are you really willing to leave Yao Yulang?"

Gu Yunyun curled her fingers. "One day, he will meet someone who is truly compatible with him, instead of acting like me, trying to be the person he wants."

She kept watching the Yao family's car until it was no longer visible. "He left Shanghai with the imperial seal, and my mission is complete. I can log out of this world at any time."

She turned around, picked up her umbrella, and went downstairs.

The sky was overcast, and Gu Yunyun held up her black umbrella, like a dark cloud approaching in the rain.

"Madam," the maid asked timidly, "where are you going?"

"Me?" Gu Yunyun suddenly laughed, like a ray of warm sunshine shining through the clouds. "I'm just going out for a walk."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the rain.

Yao Yulang was driven at breakneck speed toward the dock. The car was going very fast, and he woke up amidst the jolting.

Yao Yulang was somewhat bewildered, "...Butler?"

"Sir, you're awake."

"Where are we going?"

"Madam ordered me to take you to the dock; she'll be joining us soon." The butler handed the pistol Gu Yunyun had given him to Yao Yulang. "Madam said it's for your self-defense."

Yao Yulang stared at the pistol, then suddenly his mind went blank. "Go back..."

"Sir, please listen to Madam..."

"Go back! Go back right now!" A sense of foreboding washed over Yao Yulang.

"She's lying to you. If the Japanese don't get the Imperial Seal and then find out I've escaped, they'll definitely take their anger out on her. How could they let her go! Go back immediately! Back to the Yao Mansion!"

He glanced at the gun in his hand, and the vague feeling that something was wrong earlier became clear. His pistol and grenade were kept together. Gu Yunyun gave him the gun but kept the grenade for herself. What was she planning to do? Yao Yulang dared not think too deeply about it.

"No, go straight to the Japanese mansion! Quick! Stop her!"

Seeing that Yao Yulang's expression was strange, as if his wife was about to encounter some danger, the butler immediately ordered the driver to turn around and head towards the Japanese mansion, the speeding wheels splashing water everywhere.

···

On the streets of Shanghai, pedestrians hurried by, and vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls, cursing the unpredictable and treacherous weather.

Gu Yunyun held up her umbrella and walked through the hustle and bustle with the ease and elegance of someone going for a stroll, as if the noise around her had already faded away.

She arrived at the Japanese residence, and after being announced by the guards, she was ushered inside.

On her way to the reception room, she unexpectedly ran into Fang Hui.

Fang Hui was wearing a cheongsam with a high slit. Her short hair had grown out and was permed into a seductive arc. Her lips were as red as blood. She was no longer the pure and proud modern female student she used to be.

When she saw Gu Yunyun, a hint of charm crept into her smile. "Isn't this Mrs. Yao? What brings you here alone? Wasn't Mr. Yao with you?"

Gu Yunyun didn't speak, and turned her gaze away, following the guards indifferently.

Gu Yunyun's indifference seemed to enrage Fang Hui, who lowered her voice and said fiercely, "Now that things have come to this, what are you still being arrogant about? You yourself eagerly handed over the jade seal that the Japanese wanted, and Mr. Yao is still unaware of it, isn't he? Are you so eager to climb the Japanese's tree because you see the Yao family is about to fall?"

“That’s you.” Gu Yunyun didn’t turn around. “You and I are never the same.”

"you……!"

Gu Yunyun entered the reception room, where Japanese diplomats and several military officers were present.

The man sitting in the main seat, exuding an air of superiority, looked at Gu Yunyun and smiled smugly, "Madam Yao is indeed more insightful than Mr. Yao. Did you bring the imperial seal?"

"Yes, I brought it." Gu Yunyun's voice was indifferent as she calmly opened her handbag and took out the contents.

However, the Japanese man's greedy and smug expression changed the instant he saw what she took out. He instinctively started babbling in Japanese, screaming in terror. The officer reached for his pistol at his waist, and the surrounding guards also raised their guns.

In the instant the tragedy occurred, the exquisite quartz clock in the mansion's lobby barely moved its second hand forward a step. With a click, as if the gears inside the quartz clock had jammed, the hands on the dial remained frozen at that moment forever.

···

On the other side, the car sped along at top speed, reaching the gate of the Japanese mansion.

Yao Yulang hurriedly got out of the car, splashing water from the ground.

Ignoring the mud splashing onto his suit trousers, he hurriedly ran towards the mansion's gate. However, after only a few steps forward, the main hall of the building in the courtyard in front of him was suddenly engulfed in flames amidst a tremendous roar.

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Time has swallowed up countless lives of joy and sorrow, and gradually soothed the pain of a generation.

The humiliating years have gradually faded away, and finally, peace and stability, which countless people in that era pursued with their blood and lives, have arrived.

In today's China, the scars of war have been slowly covered by life, with only the buildings that once bore witness to history silently telling the story of the changing times.

Beside a bustling street in Hong Kong, there is an old alleyway that retains a distinct sense of bygone eras.

Walking through this cobblestone alley, you'll find a courtyard house that still retains its historical appearance. A sign indicating it's a cultural relic stands at the entrance, and a tour guide waves a small red flag as they introduce the site.

"This is the residence of Mr. Yao Yulang, a patriotic figure, during his lifetime. Mr. Yao dedicated his life to developing the country through industry, establishing businesses, and engaging in philanthropy, making outstanding contributions to the new China. After his wife's early death, Mr. Yao never remarried and had no children, donating all his property to society..."

The wind carried away the voices of the tour guide and tourists, passing through the long porch, brushing against the towering trees in the courtyard, and making the swings under the trees sway gently.

On the swing, a lazy, chubby orange cat purred and rolled over. A wisteria blossom swirled gently in the wind and landed on the cat's snow-white belly.

The lush trees rustled in the spring breeze, sending up a few fallen leaves.

The tree, several decades old, almost reached the second-floor windows of the small villa, casting a large patch of shade on the ground. A fallen leaf was swept up by the wind, fluttering lightly over the window frame and landing on the floral-patterned dressing table in front of the window.

Above the bed in the room, in a framed photograph, hangs a faded old picture. In the photo, a young couple is sweetly nestled together.

On the back of the photo, unseen by most, someone left four elegant characters, each stroke brimming with tenderness:

Yunyun, Yulang.