After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

At night, Lu Zhiyuan dozed off while guarding the medicine stove.

The original owner's heart ailment was congenital and incurable. After racking her brains for several days, she could only find this one prescription for treatment.

Lu Yun and Han Ting walked one after the other. Lu Yun was very busy, fanning himself, adding firewood, and serving tea and water to the dozing Lu Zhiyuan. Han Ting was very idle, leaning against a pillar without moving.

Liu Ying ran in, lifting the hem of her skirt, followed by Leng Ru.

Leng Ru wore a black hooded hood that completely covered him.

They entered through the side door without alerting anyone.

"Leng Ru kowtows to thank Miss. If it weren't for Miss, Leng Ru would probably never have met the murderer who killed my father in this lifetime."

“Ji Wanwan wasn’t the murderer who killed your father; she was just a pawn in the hands of the real killer.” Lu Zhiyuan rested her chin on her hand. “Have you ever thought about why Ji Wanwan went to such lengths to get close to your father?”

"She's despicable, she's unfaithful."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Leng Ru regretted them. The young lady was only eight years old; she couldn't bear such foul language.

Lu Zhiyuan patted her knees and stood up: "She is indeed not a good person, but she doesn't go after just any man. She took a fancy to Zhu Guozhi because he spends a lot of money and can give her the good life she wants. Why did she provoke your father? In terms of appearance, there should be many handsome men in Weinan. She is not after your father's appearance."

Leng Ru was stunned.

"Because my father is a county magistrate?"

“Your father, Leng Feng, once served Prince Yong’an.” Lu Zhiyuan looked up and gazed into Leng Ru’s eyes. “He was once Prince Yong’an’s most trusted advisor, but they parted ways due to political differences.”

Prince Yong'an?

Leng Ru felt that this matter was beyond her imagination.

As a citizen of Beiliang, she naturally knew about Prince Yong'an. He was the only prince of a different surname in the court, and there were rumors among the people that he was of royal blood but had taken his mother's surname because he was ostracized by the royal family.

In my memory, my father never left Weinan, nor did he ever mention this Prince Yong'an.

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Lu Zhiyuan asked again, "Do you remember your mother?"

Leng Ru shook her head.

Her mother died when she was young, and the only thing in the house was a portrait of her mother. The woman in the painting was dressed in red armor, like a female general who had fought on the battlefield. Because of this, she also felt a good impression of Xie Chaoyun, whom she had never met. In her imagination, that was what her mother looked like.

At the slave market, upon learning that Lu Zhiyuan was Xie Chaoyun's daughter, she glanced at her several more times.

She went home with Lu Zhiyuan and followed her arrangements partly because of this relationship. She believed that Xie Chaoyun's daughter would not harm her.

“Your mother was not a general, but a personal bodyguard of Prince Yong’an. She had been by his side since childhood and had saved his life many times. Prince Yong’an did not allow his confidants to betray him and wanted to kill your father. It was your mother who risked her life to protect you and your father, which is why you and your father have been safe and sound for many years.”

Leng Ru swayed and grasped Liu Ying's hand.

She wasn't stupid; she had already guessed the meaning behind the words, but there was one thing she still didn't understand. Even if Prince Yong'an regretted his decision and wanted to kill her father, even if Ji Wanwan was Prince Yong'an's person, they could have simply taken action directly. Why go through all this trouble and use such despicable methods?

“Naturally, it’s because he has something on Prince Yong’an.” Lu Zhiyuan returned to the medicine stove and had Lu Yun pour out the first dose of medicine that had been decocted: “If he didn’t have something on you, how could he have let you and your mother leave with your mother’s life on his hands?”

Place the scorpions and centipedes into the medicine and watch them struggle in the broth before slowly sinking.

"The Zhu family was originally a small timber merchant in Weinan, who was supported by Prince Yong'an. Zhu Guozhi's friendship with your father was also to take that thing from your father. Ji Wanwan was just another pawn chosen by Prince Yong'an. Her purpose in getting close to your father was the same as Zhu Guozhi's."

"No!" Leng Ru shook her head: "What if they're accomplices..."

“Prince Yong’an is suspicious by nature. Zhu Guozhi has made no progress for many years. What do you think he will think?” Lu Zhiyuan stared at the medicine pot: “A chess piece is something you can move wherever you need it. If you can kill three birds with one stone, what’s wrong with giving up this chess piece?”

Too much information to process, Leng Ru swayed and was helped to sit on a stone by Liu Ying, remaining silent for a long time.

The medicine was ready, filling a large bowl. Even without getting close, you could smell its bitterness. Lu Zhiyuan pinched her nose and took a small sip, her face contorting from the bitterness.

She hated this world in the book where there were no traditional Chinese medicines.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and gulped down the medicine in his mouth.

A bitter taste spread in her throat, making her head throb. Someone stuffed something sweet into her mouth, masking the bitterness. She opened her eyes to find Han Ting and Lu Yun before her.

Lu Yun held a jar of candied fruit, while Han Ting's fingers were covered in icing sugar.

Lu Yun: "I bought the candied fruit. This kid took advantage of my hands being occupied and took one."

Han Ting raised an eyebrow: "Who told you you didn't have a third hand?"

After saying that, she rubbed the frosting against Lu Yun and leaned back against the pillar.

Lu Zhiyuan wanted to laugh, but seeing Lu Yun's pitiful expression, she held back.

Leng Ru regained her senses but was at a loss. It wasn't Ji Wanwan who killed her father; her revenge in the courtroom of the Commandant's mansion seemed pointless. Her enemy was the Prince of Yong'an, a powerful warlord feared even by the emperor. How could she, a mere young woman, avenge her parents?

The moonlight was cold and clear, and withered leaves were falling. She felt as if she were one of those withered leaves.

Her hand was being held; it was Lu Zhiyuan.

Leng Ru looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Miss, is Leng Ru particularly useless?"

Lu Zhiyuan wiped away her tears: "Do you want revenge?"

Leng Ru nodded: "May I?"

Lu Zhiyuan originally wanted Leng Ru to stay in the capital, as she was literate and could be the manager of her shop. Now she changed her mind and decided to send Leng Ru to the territory of the Prince of Yong'an.

It's okay if the plan isn't comprehensive enough; there's plenty of time to adjust it gradually.

When she stood up, Leng Ru's gaze had become firm.

"Leng Ru is willing to follow Miss's arrangements, even if it means her death, she will not regret it."

Lu Zhiyuan waved her hand: "I won't let you die. It's not like I'm sending you alone."

He beckoned Han Ting with his little hand: "Want to go back to your old ways?"

Han Ting frowned, shifting his gaze to Leng Ru.

Lu Zhiyuan walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and cupped his face in her hands.

"Why are you looking at her? Look at me, I am your master."

Han Ting scoffed and turned his face away.

Lu Zhiyuan pinched his cheek and said that his father's organization was still around, and that there were many loyal former members who had been searching for him all these years.

She would give him some money and help him contact his father's old subordinates. As for whether he could regain control of the organization, that was entirely up to him.

In addition, she would give him a list to help him eliminate dissidents.

As for Leng Ru, it wasn't about exchanging conditions, but about mutual help, since both of them had their fathers killed by Prince Yong'an.

"Where is Miss?" Han Ting looked down into Lu Zhiyuan's eyes. "What is she planning?"

Those eyes held no scheming, only the twinkling lights reflecting the lanterns, and a sincerity and smile that easily put one at ease.

Lu Zhiyuan tiptoed, hooked her arms around his neck, and got very close to him: "I want you to turn the Qinghe Gang into the biggest assassin organization in the world! Five years, or ten years, I want you to become the Han Ting in my heart who can protect me."