He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

In his previous life, when the rebels besieged the city, it was this child who fought his way out, giving An Wuyang a chance to escape. However, that chance was later snatched away by Li Huai Ren and Luo Qing Fan.

When they met again, a hint of warmth finally appeared in An Wuyang's eyes.

She stepped forward and asked softly, "Have you gotten separated from your family?"

As night was falling, An Wuyang thought that he could try to find the child's family, as a way of repaying the kindness he had shown in his past life.

Unexpectedly, the child suddenly leaned closer, took out a small handkerchief from his pocket, and tiptoed towards An Wuyang.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

This seemingly insignificant expression of concern caused An Wuyang a sharp pang of sorrow in her heart.

She heard the comfort she had not heard from her husband and son whom she had longed for in her previous life, but from this girl she had never met before.

In an instant, An Wuyang's tears blurred her vision.

"Why is Sister crying? Did Yan'er upset you?"

A look of fear flashed across Yan Yan's delicate face, as if she had done something wrong, and she lowered her eyes.

An Wuyang shook his head and picked up Yan Yan in one swift motion: "No, it's because the wind got into my eyes."

Yan Yan, who was only five years old, was thinner and smaller than most children.

Who would have thought that such a seemingly quiet little girl would grow into a stunningly beautiful female general ten years later!

Held in An Wuyang's arms, Yan Yan wiped away An Wuyang's tears with a small handkerchief, then patted An Wuyang's back and said in a serious tone, "Sister, don't lie to me. Did you cry because you couldn't find your family?"

"Yan'er, promise your sister that when you meet my brother later, he will take you home."

It turned out that she herself couldn't find her family and was probably terrified, yet she was comforting An Wuyang.

An Wuyang was amused by her adorable appearance and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you to find your brother."

A mountain breeze brought a touch of coolness.

An Wuyang carried Yan Yan toward the official road.

She knew Yan Juzhi's capabilities; as long as they appeared on the pipes, Yan Juzhi's men would find them in no time.

Perhaps she was tired from crying, Yan Yan let An Wuyang hold her in his arms, resting her little face on An Wuyang's shoulder, and soon her breathing became even.

This little one was so at ease with An Wuyang that he fell asleep in his arms.

An Wuyang felt a warmth in her heart. Li En had never slept so soundly in her arms before. He had been taken away by his mother-in-law since birth, implying that she disliked An Wuyang for being a village woman who was not fit to raise a child.

At that time, the Python King was at the height of his power, and An Wuyang had no choice but to conceal his identity, even if he felt wronged.

But things are better now. Her younger brother has ascended the throne, and in a few days, An Wuyang will be able to regain her original identity.

Thinking that she was about to regain control of her destiny, An Wuyang's steps became much lighter.

Riding the wind down the mountain, suddenly the sound of tire tracks came from behind.

An Wuyang guessed that the people looking for Yan Yan had arrived, so he stopped in his tracks.

A plain-colored carriage slowly came to a stop, and An Wuyang saw a hand with distinct knuckles lift the curtain.

"boarding!"

Yan Juzhi's chiseled, handsome face came into view. He was expressionless, but his tone left no room for refusal.

Upon seeing Yan Juzhi again, An Wuyang instinctively did not want to have any further involvement with him.

Although he was loyal to his younger brother, the man was shrewd and unpredictable. An Wuyang knew that these were turbulent times and did not want to provoke someone he shouldn't.

"No need, I can do it myself..."

"Walk those ten-odd miles of mountain road back? And wear your legs down by five centimeters?"

Yan Juzhi's voice drifted in the wind, his tone cold and even tinged with contempt, "Does this humble official wish to invite you... Princess?"

Now that he has revealed her identity, An Wuyang has no way to refuse. Otherwise, it would be too petty and would make her, as a princess, look less dignified.

An Wuyang nodded to Yan Juzhi, and the coachman took Yan Yan and put her into the carriage.

An Wuyang then boarded the carriage as well.

The car was filled with the aroma of incense. Yan Yan was fast asleep, while Yan Juzhi closed his eyes to rest, showing no intention of speaking to An Wuyang.

That's good, it also reduces some of the awkwardness.

An Wuyang closed her eyes to rest, but she always felt a gaze as bright as the sun staring at her.

She secretly opened her eyes several times to look, but couldn't find out who it was, so she had to give up.