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

When the Imperial City Incident occurs, Xie's army will definitely return to defend it. At that time, they will spread the news that Xie's family intends to rebel and is not afraid of chaos in the world.

Lu Zhiyuan smiled enigmatically: "What if my maternal grandfather doesn't come back to defend?"

"For both public and private reasons, General Xie will return to defend the area." The fake Xie San rubbed his fingers: "Unless he ignores Prince Yong'an, unless he wants to watch Beiliang fall into Prince Yong'an's hands, unless he is willing to give up the young master of the Xie family, and his precious daughter and granddaughter."

“You really have a good plan!” Lu Zhiyuan clapped her hands: “If my maternal grandfather had remained inactive and guarded the border, the capital would have been in chaos. Prince Yong’an would have seized the opportunity to rise up, and my eldest uncle, second uncle, my mother and I would have all died. After being attacked by the strange man and the plague, the civil and military officials would have either died or been injured, and most of the remaining ones would have turned to Prince Yong’an.”

“Prince Yong’an?” Commandant Ma shook his head: “I’ve only met him once. He’s alright as a prince.”

The implication is that he cannot become emperor.

Throughout history, everyone who has reached that position has had a reason for doing so. This could be due to their achievements in both civil and military affairs, their ability to recognize and appoint capable people, or the presence of a powerful backer or a supportive spouse.

Prince Yong'an's greatest advantage was being born into the royal family, giving him a legitimate status as a prince. Had he been born into the common people, he would have died eight hundred times over. The emperor didn't touch him because of his father; the emperor wanted to maintain a reputation for magnanimity and benevolence.

Once the throne changes hands, whoever it is, they will all target Prince Yong'an.

He is the first achievement the new Lord will build upon upon taking the throne.

Commandant Ma did not say these words aloud. In officialdom, one can only speak one-tenth of what one says, leaving the remaining nine-tenths as a way out for oneself.

Lu Zhiyuan, with her back to the fake Xie San, said: "If my maternal grandfather returns to defend the border, the border will be vulnerable, and the Southern Chu will unite with the surrounding countries to attack it. At that time, the Northern Pass will surely fall, and the Northern Liang will surely perish."

"Miss, be careful what you say!" Captain Ma reminded her, glancing around to make sure there were no spies before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Lu Zhiyuan's tone suddenly changed: "You really underestimate Beiliang, underestimate my maternal grandfather, and underestimate the Xie family!"

Fake Xie San nodded: "Indeed, I underestimated him! Even my lord would not have imagined that this strange man was controlled by Miss."

The legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan, a sickly woman who was rumored to never show her face in public, actually had the courage to break into the garrison commander's residence alone and even obtain a token from that Garrison Commander Wu. Who was that Garrison Commander Wu? He was notoriously greedy and powerful, and even his bedmate had never touched that token.

Speaking of Commander Wu's bedmate, the current one is also a spy from Southern Chu. She was carefully selected and sent to Commander Wu's side according to his preferences. Her mission is to steal the commander's token. Who would have thought that an eight-year-old girl could accomplish something that even his bedmate couldn't do, and that this little girl could even use the token to summon soldiers from the commander's camp.

It is truly a case of Heaven not protecting Southern Chu!

Before the fake Xie San could finish his lament, Lu Zhiyuan said coolly, "That's not what I wanted to say! I know I'm very capable, but I'm not the most capable. Even if Bei Liang is really in danger as you imagine, my two uncles and my mother can turn the tide."

Commander Ma nodded: "That's right. Lord Xie can help the Emperor stabilize the court. Master Xie can help the Emperor appease the people with his wealth, and he can also fight alongside Madam Lu to quell rebellions. Furthermore, even I, a minor official in the capital, know that the Xie family army's strength does not come from General Xie alone, but from every single member of the Xie family army. You people of Southern Chu don't even understand this, no wonder you've lost for so many years."

Xie Yubai followed closely: "I've never seen what kind of doctors you Southern Chu have. Our Northern Liang's imperial physicians are not afraid of epidemics. Just watch, Northern Liang will be safe and sound."

The fake Xie San was taken back by the people from the Commandant's Office.

On the street, the people were doing the final cleanup. They all came spontaneously, some helping with the sweeping, some helping to clean up the remains, and others helping to seal them up. They were afraid of the strange insects, but even more afraid that their fellow countrymen would be exposed on the street, dying with their eyes open, their bodies mutilated, unable to rest in peace after death.

The method of sealing the remains in earthenware jars was proposed by Lu Zhiyuan. Firstly, she feared that unburnt insect eggs might still be present in the remains, and secondly, she wanted to provide a final resting place for these innocent people who had died unjustly. The earthenware jars would be transported to Chaiyu Village for complete preservation.

Lu Yun squatted down on the ground. "Miss is tired. Lu Yun will carry Miss back."

“Go to Grain Shop No. 8.” Lu Zhiyuan clung to Lu Yun’s back. “I asked my second uncle to prepare a carriage. It’s just around the corner. You can carry me there.”

Lu Yun pursed his lips. "Miss dislikes Lu Yun? Because Lu Yun's clothes are dirty and have an unpleasant bloody smell?"

Lu Zhiyuan tapped his ear: "What nonsense are you talking about? My clothes are dirtier, and they've even had bugs in them. Do you look down on me?"

Lu Yun shook his head. How could he dislike Miss? He would only feel sorry for her.

In such a dangerous situation, while other young ladies would hide in their parents' arms, only his young lady, mobilizing her troops, rushed to the forefront. When the fake Xie San threw the insects at his young lady, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Thankfully, the young lady is alright.

Lu Zhiyuan pressed against his back, her voice filled with exhaustion: "I'm tired, and you're tired too. I can't bear to see you carry me such a long way. Lu Yun, I've told you before, you're mine, but not my servant. We're friends!"

Lu Yun's heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his arms around her: "Miss is very light, Lu Yun is not tired."

Lu Zhiyuan yawned: "Then I can't bear to part with it either!"

Once inside the carriage, Lu Zhiyuan casually patted the seat next to her. After Lu Yun sat down, she rested her head on his shoulder. Feeling uncomfortable, she simply leaned on his lap. Lu Yun tensed up, only relaxing when he heard familiar breathing, and gently placed his hand on the seat.

The young lady said they were friends, but he didn't want to be friends with her. Friends always part ways, but a servant can stay with her forever.

Streetlights came on, and candlelight filtered through the swaying curtains, falling on Lu Zhiyuan's face. She was sleeping very restlessly, her brow constantly furrowed. He moved his hand over to shield her from the light.

Lu Zhiyuan muttered to herself, frowning, "Lu Yun, this horse is making my butt hurt!"

Lu Yun's ears turned red, and she picked up the soft cushion that was placed to the side.

There was no one in the No. 8 grain shop; it was unclear whether the shopkeeper had been murdered. Following the instructions of the fake Xie San, they entered the secret room, which was empty except for half a rope on the floor. The rope had been cut with a knife, and there were no signs of a struggle, suggesting that Lu Huai had been rescued.

“It’s Mother!” Lu Zhiyuan sniffed the lingering scent in the air: “Soapberry, arborvitae, soapberry, eclipta, mulberry leaves, ginger, and he shou wu. This is the shampoo I made for Mother. If you smell it carefully, there’s also a hint of osmanthus.”

Lu Yun looked down and smelled the scent that Lu Zhiyuan had described on her.

Lu Zhiyuan turned around and bumped into Lu Yun's chin. Lu Yun quickly took two steps back: "Since it was the madam who saved him, the Marquis should be at the Marquis's residence at this time!"

"Then there's no rush." ​​Lu Zhiyuan picked up the rope, and the more she looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

It wasn't a typical slipknot, but a haphazardly tied knot that looked strangely familiar.