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

“His daughter died in a car accident before she was even fourteen, so where would he get a granddaughter?” Lu Zhiyuan squatted on the ground. “His wife even borrowed money for the cremation. Because they couldn’t afford a burial plot, the professor’s wife carried her daughter’s ashes with her.”

He took it wherever he went. The professor's wife collapsed on the street and was taken to the hospital. Knowing she was dying, and worried about where to put her daughter's ashes after her death, she mixed her daughter's ashes into porridge and forced herself to swallow it.

This was no less a human tragedy, and the Crown Prince's face changed upon hearing it.

"Where are the professor's wife's remains?"

"After the professor's wife died, the local government tried every means to contact her family. The family, greedy for money, sold her remains to an old bachelor who had never married. The old bachelor was also terminally ill. While he was alive, no one respected him, and no one wanted to marry him. In his final moments, he understood. He used half of all his savings to buy a wife, first burying her in their family's ancestral graveyard, and then reserving a place for himself next to it. He wrote a will with the remaining money, leaving it to the village. If he died at home, the village would arrange his funeral."

The prince seemed to be listening to a fairy tale.

“These things are not difficult to investigate; they can be found out very easily. The professor didn’t find out because he was one step behind us. We eliminated and smoothed over everything that could be eliminated and smoothed over, leaving him with all the information we wanted him to find.”

“But you… what I mean is, why is your organization going to such lengths to target professors? If you’re just a teacher, you might as well kill him. Why go through all this trouble?”

“Because the professor isn’t an ordinary teacher.” Lu Zhiyuan drew a sword on the ground: “He specializes in weapons research, the really skilled kind.”

"Did A-Yuan kill the professor?"

“Originally, I was supposed to kill him, but he treated me extremely well. He even changed my name to Lu Zhiyuan.” Lu Zhiyuan drew circles on the ground with a twig. “He didn’t know I was a fake granddaughter. He did everything he could for me, without holding back. He taught me how to modify bracelets and hairpins. An assassin must not be merciful. After receiving the organization’s orders, I was about to make my move when he opened his eyes, looked at me, and asked me a question.”

The sentence was: "You're not my biological granddaughter, are you? I wish you were my biological granddaughter."

The crown prince asked urgently, "And then?"

Lu Zhiyuan commented in the circle: "It was my first real killing, so I was inevitably a little hesitant. Looking into the professor's eyes, I felt a pang of sympathy. The professor still died, dying to protect me. He didn't reveal my identity."

He gave me a relatively respectable identity that truly belonged to me in that world. —Lu Zhiyuan, granddaughter of the late Professor Lu Wenzhi.

Lu Zhiyuan wiped her eyes: "This is my past and the origin of my name. What else would you like to know, Crown Prince?"

"Is what you told Han Ting true?"

"Did you hear that, Your Highness?"

The Crown Prince nodded: "Have you really been a wandering ghost for hundreds of years? If Han Ting marries within two years and has a daughter within three years, can you really be resurrected?"

“It’s fake!” Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and looked at the sky above her head. “If I had really been a wandering ghost for hundreds of years, would I still want to be human? With my cunning and methods, how could I have lived such a miserable life? I wouldn’t be a Ghost King, but at least I would be a trusted confidante of the Ghost King. To be honest, I don’t know why I came here, or why I became Lu Zhiyuan, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan. I don’t know where I will go after I die. Will I vanish into thin air, or will I return to my original world? I only know to cherish the people in front of me, do the things in front of me, and live each day to the fullest.”

The crown prince was distraught.

"I thought..." the Crown Prince said with a wry smile, "I thought I could keep A-Yuan."

"Han Ting is the type to get stuck on things. If I don't use these words to deceive him, he might actually die for me. He has his own life to live and shouldn't revolve around me. Just like my brother, the Crown Prince, he also has other things to do besides A Yuan."

"Let A-Yuan live..."

“You’re the Crown Prince, how can you be as naive as Han Ting and Lu Yun?” Lu Zhiyuan poked his shoulder. “I can’t survive! Even if Bian Que were alive, or Hua Tuo were reborn, there would be no way to save me. My life is only kept alive by those few medicines, and I could be gone in an instant. Crown Prince, you should focus your energy on the country and the people, on… By the way, how did Han Ting get injured? And Zuo Yi, how’s the investigation of those people on the street going?”

The crown prince was in low spirits.

He thought he had found a way to save A-Yuan. Even if she was no longer his Crown Princess, even if she were resurrected in another body, even if it would be another ten or twenty years before he could meet her again, he hoped she could live a good and happy life. But she said the resurrection was fake, and she could not come back.

"Crown Prince? Husband?" Lu Zhiyuan waved her hand: "You'll regret it if you don't pay attention to me!"

The Crown Prince snapped out of his daze and hugged her: "We'll stop investigating the grain supplies and ignore the affairs of the court. I'll go with you wherever you want to go."

"Alright, alright, you're with me now, aren't you?" Lu Zhiyuan gently patted the prince's back. "What I said earlier was just to scare you, to get you to treat me better. I won't die, at least not now. I'm confident I'll live to see next spring. Can you count on your fingers carefully?"

Is it still several months away?

Next spring? Several months later?

How did she say those words in such a relaxed tone?

"Tell me quickly, is Han Ting's injury related to those people?"

"Let's talk in the room." The prince noticed her thin clothing: "Firefly..."

She had intended to describe how Liu Ying had taken care of her, letting her come out in just a thin layer of clothing. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized Liu Ying was gone. That chattering little girl who always followed Lu Zhiyuan around was no longer there.

Her nose tingled with emotion, and she continued, "I've already had Manager Xie send word back to the capital about Liuying. Ayuan can't be without someone to take care of her. What do you think, should we buy one from outside first, or pick one from the Xie family's existing maids?"

"Let's pick one from the Xie family's existing maids," Lu Zhiyuan said, seemingly unconcerned.

In her heart, Liuying was irreplaceable. No matter if she was sent from the capital, sold outside, or even a maid in the house, none of them were her Liuying. She originally didn't want maids; having unfamiliar people around would inevitably feel like an eyesore. But the Crown Prince was worried about her, and her health was poor, so she needed someone to take care of her.

Not wanting the Crown Prince to worry, she casually agreed.

She had only been wearing a thin shirt while preparing the medicine, and the wind chilled her to the bone. Lu Zhiyuan instinctively shrank into the Crown Prince's arms, and heard him say, "The one who stabbed Han Ting is the same person who killed Liu Ying."

A-Lu, Lu Yun's younger brother A-Lu!

"Where is Lu Yun?" Lu Zhiyuan grabbed the Crown Prince's sleeve. "Did he go to find Alu?"