After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

I'm happy every day, and I have so much to talk about with the people around me. I'm not as silent as I used to be.

After getting home, I bought a big chicken and killed it. I made it into spicy chicken, and it tasted pretty good. I couldn't find any mint today; it seems like people here don't really like it. So, Jiang Zhiyun bought a lot of small potatoes. She cooked the potatoes and pork ribs together, making a stew of small potatoes and pork ribs. It was so tender and delicious.

When you put the chopsticks down, it feels so soft and tender that it practically falls off the bone, and the aroma spreads out.

Buy a large duck and some young ginger, and make a ginger duck together. Use a separate pot and stew it in an iron pot until it is tender and flavorful. Otherwise, the duck is difficult to handle. If it is not cooked long enough, it will be very tough and you won't be able to eat the meat at all.

But once cooked, it tasted great and the meat was very tender.

A fish was prepared, just like celebrating the New Year, symbolizing abundance year after year.

Jiang Zhiyun then stir-fried a hot and sour shredded potato dish, with Pan Chun waiting to watch over the side dishes and ingredients.

It took about two hours to get everything done. By then it was already evening, and everyone's house was filled with the aroma of food.

But Little Rice Ball and Yang Ge'er haven't returned yet.

Lu Shao has not yet arrived.

At first, everyone thought it wouldn't hurt to wait, but after half an hour, Jiang Zhiyun felt something was wrong. Lu Shao was late, so why hadn't Song Chunhe arrived?

I dare not think too much, and I hope to just get through each day as it comes.

But now, if something goes wrong, there's a bad feeling.

Jiang Zhiyun said, "Ye Qi, why don't you go out and take a look?"

"Go to Lu Shao's residence and see if he has returned from the palace."

Normally, one would go home after attending the morning court session. If the emperor kept one behind to discuss matters, it would not be appropriate to stay so late.

If they haven't come over this late... then something must have happened.

If Ye Qi went to check and found that Ye Qi wasn't home, then Jiang Zhiyun would have a better idea of ​​what was going on.

Ye Qi nodded and was about to leave when Song Chunhe ran over.

Panting, she said, "Zhiyun, something's happened."

"Lu Shao, Xiao Fantuan, and Yang Ge'er are all in trouble?"

“No.” Song Chunhe shook his head. “Xiao Fantuan and Xie Yang are at my place today. Lu Shao told me to let them stay for dinner and not to let them go out.”

"Later, Lu Shao had a dispute with the emperor in court and was imprisoned."

"As for those troublemaking intellectuals, they are all in prison now."

Jiang Zhiyun nodded: "Lu Shao probably planned this a long time ago."

"Mother~"

Just then, a soft, cuddly voice came from Little Rice Ball, sounding very anxious.

Yunniang and Song Chunhe both looked outside.

Where is Xie Yang?

Little Rice Ball said, "My brother told me to come back and find you first, but he said he wouldn't come back. He brought many scholars with him, so I can't be a coward."

"He wants to be like Uncle Lu Shao."

As he spoke, Little Rice Ball was still wiping away his tears; he was no longer a child who knew nothing.

“My brother said I’m not going. I’ll stay here. If something happens to him, people will still recognize me. That way, scholars won’t lose their backbone.”

Jiang Zhiyun nodded, her eyes a little red.

"Come back and wait, it's safe at home." Jiang Zhiyun said as she put on her cloak.

Zhang grabbed her hand: "Where are you going?"

"Yunniang, we must not act impulsively at this time."

"You're the only pillar of support in this family now."

Jiang Zhiyun said, "Mother, I know what I'm doing."

"I'm going with Yang-ge'er."

"They know we've come to Bianjing. If they don't show up, they'll probably kill their way to our presence. It's quite interesting; they could have just summoned us directly, but they chose this roundabout method."

Song Chunhe shook his head: "That's not appropriate."

“Going out now is just suicide. Xie Shuheng’s troops were your source of confidence before, but they haven’t even broken in yet. Just be patient a little longer, and I think Lu Shao can hold out until he returns.”

“That’s not how you use your life.” Jiang Zhiyun looked at Song Chunhe. “I know that you and Lu Shao are doing this for our own good, so we, as husband and wife, can’t be selfish and ignore everyone else.”

"It's for you, and for everyone."

"Scholars were the first to awaken. The court has done wrong; shouldn't there be an explanation?"

After saying that, Jiang Zhiyun, dressed in plain clothes, put the shirt on and went outside.

Little Rice Ball shouted loudly, "Mommy, my brother is in front of the stone tablet at the entrance of the Procuratorate."

"He's gone."

Zhang held the little rice ball and said, "We'll stay home and wait obediently for Mother to come back."

When faced with a matter of national righteousness, anyone is willing to sacrifice themselves.

Jiang Zhiyun never expected that she would stand up and get involved in such a literary dispute, but that's how history goes.

Having been given a second chance at life, she actually understood some things.

History always pushes people forward; even if it wasn't her, or Xie Shuheng, it would have been someone else. The replacement of the old by the new, the demise of the old, has reached its final stage; only the emergence of new forces can bring about this.

Jiang Zhiyun is willing to be one of the driving forces behind this.

Ye Qi followed behind, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly: "My wife, wherever you are, I will be there."

"Ah."

Jiang Zhiyun turned her head and smiled gently: "Thank you for your hard work, Ye Qi."

When she arrived at the entrance of the procuratorate, she immediately saw that the entrance was full of people trying to squeeze in, with Xie Yang standing at the very front.

He wore a blue robe that fluttered in the wind.

Jiang Zhiyun walked over step by step, handing him the black cloak she was holding and saying, "It's cold, Yang-ge'er, don't get cold."

Xie Yang was squeezing inside with everyone else, while the soldiers were suppressing the crowd. But when he saw Jiang Zhiyun, he was stunned for a moment: "Aunt, why are you here? Did Little Rice Ball not come home? Did something happen?"

"No. Little Rice Ball went back, but I still have a child here, so I'm here to keep him company."

Xie Yang paused, his voice choked with emotion, "Aunt, I... I'm sorry to have worried you."

"No, you've done a great job traveling all over the place, from the Northwest to the Northeast and then to Bianjing. Now, your aunt is with you."

Xie Yang was somewhat surprised.

His face was full of excitement: "Aunt, you mean, come with me..."

"Mm." Jiang Zhiyun nodded.

“I should have been with you, Yang-ge’er.”

“This is your uncle’s cloak, put it on.” Jiang Zhiyun draped it over his shoulders.

"Your uncle and I support you, and we support everyone."

"Lord Lu Shao is imprisoned here because of his poor handling of us. Now I know what kind of place this Censorate is. This stone tablet says 'Saving the world and saving people from danger,' but how many students has the Censorate massacred in Bianjing City!"

"Are the people inside willing to give us an explanation?"