A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Afterwards, she changed into casual clothes, hid the bottle in her pocket, and asked the guards to prepare a carriage for her, saying she was going out to find the mountains.

Although the wedding ceremony wasn't completed that day, the entire household already treated her as a princess. The guards immediately prepared a carriage for her, with plenty of fuel, and even volunteered to drive her there.

She refused the guard's suggestion and drove herself. She first drove slowly around the streets twice, and when she saw that no one was following her, she turned the steering wheel and drove towards the city gate.

Because of the ongoing war, the people inside and outside Lingyun Prefecture had no interest in going out for a stroll. They went home early every day after finishing their work, fearing that a disaster might strike.

The city gate was much less crowded than usual, and Wutong drove up to the back of the queue. It wasn't long before it was her turn.

She had already prepared the pass and was about to hand it to the guard when the guard recognized her, having been to the Prince's residence before.

"Your Highness, are you also leaving the city?"

Wutong made a gesture.

"Shh, I have important business to attend to, don't make a sound."

The guard nodded.

"Okay, please drive your car this way."

Wutong thought he wanted her to go through another door, so she drove over as instructed. But as soon as she came to a stop, another car came up in front of her and blocked her way.

The car door opened, and Shan jumped out first, followed by Duan Fufeng with a gloomy expression.

Wutong was instantly dumbfounded.

Shan ran to her car and apologized to her.

"Sister Wutong, I don't want to betray you, but I really don't want to see you get hurt again..."

Duan Fufeng coldly replied, "Come back with me."

Wutong remained motionless. Duan Fufeng waved his hand, ordering the guards to pull her into his carriage and forcibly take her back to the palace. On the way, they found the poison she had hidden and returned it to Shan.

Seeing that her expression was very unpleasant, Shan apologized profusely.

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to betray you, but I really can't watch you go to your death. Nanxing isn't the same Nanxing anymore; he doesn't show any mercy."

Duan Fufeng didn't say a word the whole way. After returning to the manor, he ordered the guards to take her back to the courtyard and keep her under constant surveillance, forbidding her from taking a single step out.

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.

Fearing that the sycamore tree would scold him, Shan dared not stay in front of her any longer and left quickly.

Wutong sat alone in the courtyard. On the table were pastries and fruits that the maids had just brought, as well as hot sesame cakes that she had specially bought from the street. The aroma tantalized her senses.

Unfortunately, she had no appetite. She only fed the white dog a piece of sesame seed cake and then started to stare blankly.

It wouldn't be accurate to say I was spacing out; my brain was constantly working, but I just couldn't come up with a useful solution.

Time passed quickly and a large sunset appeared on the horizon, a mix of red and yellow, with golden light filtering through the gaps in the clouds, like the most vibrant and colorful oil painting.

As Wutong squinted at the sunset, a sudden "ding" sounded in her mind, and she knew what to do.

"I want to see the Prince," she said to the guard as she walked to the courtyard gate.

The guard dared not delay and immediately reported to Duan Fufeng, who ordered him to take her to the study.

When Wutong entered the study, a military officer was reporting on the battle situation at the front, which was not optimistic.

"Okay, go now and get some rest."

Duan Fufeng listened and said calmly.

The military officer took his leave, brushing past Wutong as he departed. His gaze was not friendly, as if he were blaming her for bringing the Central Plains army to the rescue.

Wutong could understand his feelings. When she saw her soldiers die before her eyes, she also wished she could kill the person who started the war.

Duan Fufeng closed the booklet in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked up, his cheeks bathed in the warm yellow light of the sunset outside the window.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Wutong stepped forward and got straight to the point.

"Give me ten thousand men, and I will personally lead the troops to fight against Nanxing."

Duan Fufeng was taken aback, then sighed and wearily rubbed his temples.

"Don't come and make things worse."

"I'm not trying to cause trouble, I'm serious."

"So what if you're serious?" Duan Fufeng said sternly, "Just because of one sentence from you, I'm going to hand you over?"

"I'll be back."

"How can you possibly get back from a battle of ten thousand against a hundred thousand?"

“Ten thousand men are only under my command, there are another hundred thousand men assisting me, aren’t there?” Wutong patiently explained, “I’m not going to defect to him, I just don’t want to see the southern border fall, and I want him to withdraw his troops.”

"This matter concerns the southern border; you have no need to interfere," Duan Fufeng coldly refused.

Wutong sneered.

"When you wanted to marry me, you said you wanted the whole of Southern Xinjiang to know. When you found me annoying, you said I didn't need to get involved in Southern Xinjiang's affairs... Duan Fufeng, you're really good at this kind of trick."

She called him by his name, which clearly showed she was angry.

Duan Fufeng could still feel the warmth of her hand on their wedding day.

He stood up and hugged her, whispering, "You know why I don't want you to get involved, Wutong. Just leave the war alone, okay? I'll make him withdraw his troops."

"But what will the southern border look like after he withdraws his troops?"

Wutong touched his face tenderly, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that... since we love each other, shouldn't we fight side by side?"

Duan Fufeng froze, staring at her without moving.

She cupped his face in her hands, stood on tiptoe, and placed a kiss on his pale lips.

“I know you’re very capable, but when we’re in danger, I also want to play my part, instead of always hiding behind you.”

Duan Fufeng's eyelashes trembled slightly. After pondering for a long time, he finally nodded.

"I agree to your request."

Wutong was overjoyed, "Really?"

"But I want to go with you."

Duan Fufeng firmly grasped her hand, "No matter where, we'll go together."

Wutong didn't refuse; on the contrary, she was very happy.

Being able to go through life and death with the person you love is a blessing in itself.

“Oh, right,” she added, “we might as well send a message to Nanxing and ask him to meet us outside the city. The soldiers and civilians are innocent, and the longer the fighting goes on, the more people will die. If he is willing to agree to a ceasefire, that would be perfect.”

Duan Fufeng did not believe that Nanxing would easily stop fighting. He brought so much ammunition, which clearly indicated that he wanted to fight a protracted war.

However, it's still worth a try, at least you can find out the other party's bottom line.

The two split up. Duan Fufeng took stock of the soldiers and sent someone to deliver a message to Nanxing, who quickly received a reply confirming the agreement.

During the preparation time, Wutong went with Shan to the former Zhenwu General's Mansion.

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