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

No one had ever spoken such words to the Crown Prince. They only told him that the family's interests were intertwined with everyone's, and even his mother had repeatedly instructed him from a young age to value every member of the Jiang family, saying that the Jiang family was his eternal support. And what was the result? Even his most trusted uncle kept things from him.

His young crown princess, a fifteen-year-old girl, looked up with her clear eyes and told him seriously and earnestly to be wary of her cousins.

It's not that family ties aren't precious, but rather that when faced with power, everyone will look out for themselves.

As a member of the Xie family, she made the best arrangements for them. For example, she entrusted the manufacturing of firearms and raw materials to the royal family, but entrusted the bullet manufacturing method and production to the Xie family. Without the Xie family, the royal firearms factory would be useless; similarly, without the royal family, the Xie family's bullets would be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal, not even worth as much as firewood.

The Crown Prince didn't think Lu Zhiyuan's arrangement was wrong; on the contrary, he felt sorry for her. At such a young age, she had to work so hard and worry about him and the Xie family, afraid of letting either of them down. His A-Yuan was still ill; how hard she had to work. He pulled her onto his lap, gently stroking her shoulder with his chin, and softly said, "A-Yuan, you've worked so hard!"

"Really?" Lu Zhiyuan twisted her body and cupped his face in her hands: "You know I'm tired, so don't make me worry anymore. I'm your Crown Princess, not your..."

"What?" The prince stared intently into her eyes. "Not mine what?"

Not your mother!

Lu Zhiyuan thought to herself.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have said it, but her mother was the Empress, second only to the Emperor. Although the Empress loved her, she wouldn't necessarily tolerate such treasonous words. Of course, she wasn't afraid; a dying person has no fear. But she didn't want to leave the Xie family with any leverage or trouble.

Once a person has a weakness, they can no longer be carefree.

With a quick glance, she pinched the prince's cheek and said, "It's not the old nanny who takes care of your daily meals."

The crown prince, with a smile in his eyes, stammered, "That's definitely not what A-Yuan meant to say."

“That’s definitely not true!” Lu Zhiyuan said without any attempt to hide it. “What I’m trying to say is that my Crown Prince brother has become a tapeworm in my stomach.”

Roundworms? He'd like to, but he can't become one.

“Ah Yuan has grown up and won’t tell the truth to her Crown Prince brother anymore.” The Crown Prince pinched her cheek: “I’ll give you one more chance.”

"Brother Crown Prince, would you like to ask about my heart? My heart is full of you." Sweet words flowed from her lips: "Of course, I'm thinking of that elegant and handsome Crown Prince. I don't really like the current one, he's sloppy and his beard is prickly."

"Then... Ah Yuan, go back and rest first? I'll go find you after I've bathed." The Crown Prince nuzzled against her shoulder again: "I want to marry Ah Yuan, is Ah Yuan willing?"

"Married? Haven't we already been married?" Lu Zhiyuan was about to get up when she heard his words and sat back down on his lap.

“That’s the Crown Prince marrying the Crown Princess, not me marrying you.” The Crown Prince buried his head in her shoulder again: “I’ve prepared everything I need to. I originally wanted to pick an auspicious day, but now I think A-Yuan probably doesn’t care about that.”

She cares about the auspicious day even when committing murder.

But it seems that these past few days have been auspicious.

Not wanting to spoil the fun, she hooked her arm around the prince's neck and said shyly, "Okay!"

I'd thought weddings in the common people would be simpler than those in the palace, but it turned out to be even more complicated. Before dawn, Qingzhi dragged me out of bed. I took a dazed bath, and only when I was pressed in front of the mirror did I come to my senses. A bride's face is supposed to be hair-shaped before leaving the palace; this procedure had been skipped when she entered.

But right now, everything is arranged perfectly.

The woman who shaved Lu Zhiyuan's face was Miss Xie's wet nurse, a woman with a happy marriage, a filial son, a considerate daughter-in-law, and even a well-behaved grandson. In folk tradition, she was considered a woman of great fortune, capable of bringing her blessings to the soon-to-be-married couple. The wet nurse's technique was steady, quick and skillful as she shaved Lu Zhiyuan's face. Before Lu Zhiyuan could even react, a thick layer of fragrant ointment had been applied to her face. Four or five layers of powder were applied, probably weighing about a pound. Her eyebrows were drawn, her hair was styled, and she was adorned with hairpins—all from the first light of dawn until full light.

Lu Zhiyuan sat there resignedly. After she finished, she didn't even have the interest to look in the mirror. All she wanted to do was eat, to eat the sweet rice balls with osmanthus wine that her mother had made for her.

"I heard you!" Xie Chaoyun teased as he placed a bowl of sweet osmanthus rice wine dumplings in front of her. "Eat quickly, the wedding procession will be on its way soon, so don't miss the auspicious time."

"Mother~" Lu Zhiyuan said coquettishly, "Who is your real daughter? Why are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Am I not your precious little darling?"

"Then our Yuan'er won't get married?" Xie Chaoyun put his arm around her shoulder. "Your maternal grandfather has arrived. If Yuan'er doesn't want to get married, she can leave immediately. Although all the land under heaven belongs to the king... as long as she leaves Beiliang, His Highness the Crown Prince can't do anything about it. If all else fails, she can marry Xiao Yebai."

“Mother~” Lu Zhiyuan grabbed Xie Chaoyun’s hand and shook it: “Your daughter is unfilial. Mother is still sick, so let Mother arrange my wedding.”

“My Yuan’er is the most filial.” Xie Chaoyun helped her tidy her hair. “It’s your mother who’s so weak. She fell ill so suddenly, making Yuan’er worry. Don’t worry, your mother isn’t that fragile. Your mother will get better soon. Your mother will stay with Yuan’er and live a good life together.”

"Hook."

Lu Zhiyuan childishly stretched out her finger.

"Hook."

Xie Chaoyun hooked her arm around him.

“Mother!” Lu Zhiyuan hugged her: “Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you must be happy. Mother’s happiness is Yuan’er’s happiness.”

“Yuan’er, you should also tell your mother if you are wronged.” Xie Chaoyun patted his shoulder: “Even if it is the royal family, your mother will not be afraid to seek justice for Yuan’er.”

“Yuan’er can seek justice herself.” She snuggled closer to Xie Chaoyun and said, “Mother forgot, Yuan’er is very capable.”

"Yes, yes, my Yuan'er is the best." Xie Chaoyun coaxed her, "Hurry up and get ready, we have to see your maternal grandfather later. Speaking of which, it's been many years since you last saw each other. The last time you saw him, you were still a baby, always grabbing his beard with your hands. He was afraid you would get pricked, so he shaved off his beard, which made all the civil and military officials laugh at him. But he was very proud, and went around asking each of them if they had a child as smart, cute, and beautiful as you."

"I knew my grandfather was reckless, but I didn't expect him to be this reckless. He must be incredibly hated!"

"That's right." Xie Chaoyun took the things from the matchmaker and continued to help her. "Some ungrateful people used your illness as an excuse. Guess what your maternal grandfather said?"

"What did you say?"

“I don’t know if my Yuan’er will live to adulthood, but if you keep talking nonsense, this old man guarantees you won’t even see the sun tomorrow.”

Xie Chaoyun's imitation was so lifelike that it made all the matchmakers want to laugh but dare not.