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

As expected of the head of the Xie family, her maternal grandfather's temperament was just to her liking.

The process became increasingly complicated, with hairpins here and hair ornaments there, plus a custom-made phoenix crown, making it feel as heavy as a mountain. The slightest movement caused a clattering and clanging. She dared not imagine whether she could keep her neck after wearing all this for the entire event. She had just taken a few bites of the osmanthus-flavored sweet rice balls her mother had made when a large group of people suddenly flooded into the room, chattering auspicious greetings. They were all lucky people found by Manager Xie, speaking the local Ganzhou dialect. Lu Zhiyuan couldn't understand them, so she could only follow the matchmaker's instructions, shyly lowering her head and remaining silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud commotion erupted outside, and the wedding procession arrived.

The Crown Prince, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, rode a tall horse. To his left was Zuo Yi, and to his right was his good brother Zhuo Yunlang. Behind them followed two imperial physicians, Cui An, and then some local officials and gentry from Ganzhou. On Lu Zhiyuan's side, Lu Yun and Han Ting were still guarding the door. The closer the wedding procession got, the uglier Han Ting's face became.

"Why would you marry him out of the blue?"

"Try to think positively. This is something Miss herself wanted to do." Lu Yun put her arm around his shoulder. "You know Miss's temper. Don't cause any trouble."

"Go away!" Han Ting shrugged and flung Lu Yun's hand away: "Besides his status as the Crown Prince, what makes him better than me? He's just the Crown Prince, I can be that too."

Lu Yun quickly covered his mouth: "Trying to rebel? Let me tell you, the Xiao family's empire is being protected by the Xie family. If you don't want to be buried by me, you'd better behave yourself."

Han Ting glared at him: "I'm not that stupid to upset Miss."

"Good to know!" Lu Yun glared back. "It's not just him, but there's no one in the world who is worthy of Miss. When I was little, I wondered if Miss was some kind of fairy. Her every move and word is so different from ours. There are many things she says and does that we've never seen before. Yes, Miss is a noble lady and should be well-informed, but do you think those people in the Pingnan Marquis's mansion would make her well-informed?"

Han Ting: "Miss said she was reincarnated from a corpse."

Lu Yun shook his head: "Do you believe it? I don't believe it! Which wandering ghost can be as powerful as Miss? I ask you, if you and I died and were reborn, could we do better than in this life? Could we see the world outside of Beiliang, know about things that don't exist in Beiliang, and create them? No! Even if we were reborn ten times, we couldn't."

Han Ting: "Miss said she is a spirit from another world."

Lu Yun was unusually firm: "Isn't another world just a world different from ours? Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever been to the underworld? No! If you haven't been, how do you know that the other world you're talking about isn't heaven?"

Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if I could really see a celestial palace through the layers of white clouds.

At that moment, Han Ting agreed with Lu Yun's statement.

The young lady was a fairy who saved all living beings. She first saved herself, then Lu Yun, and then him and his companions. Later, she quelled the chaos in the capital, figured out how the slave market worked, and made everyone better off. She also brought sweet potatoes and radishes, and improved the original wheat, so that the people of Beiliang could have enough to eat and no longer had to sell their children for a meal.

Since they are immortals, they cannot stay in the mortal world for long.

Thinking about it this way, the young lady's departure didn't seem so unacceptable. Lost in thought, the wedding procession arrived. As was customary, the groom was to be stopped and put in a difficult position. Lu Yun was in charge of testing his martial arts skills, Han Ting was in charge of testing his literary skills, and the Crown Prince handled everything with ease, answering fluently. With a coded signal, the Xie family's gates fell.

Seated at the head of the table today were General Xie and Xie Chaoyun. General Xie solemnly looked at the Crown Prince bowing to him below, accepted the tea offered, and silently handed over a red envelope. To be honest, he looked down on this grandson-in-law. To him, the Crown Prince, whom others considered a good-for-nothing, was nothing but a good-for-nothing. What kind of place was the Eastern Palace? His precious granddaughter would be happy marrying into it. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and his gaze towards the Crown Prince grew colder and colder. Fortunately, the Crown Prince was prepared and maintained a smile throughout.

Xie Chaoyun accepted the tea offered by the Crown Prince and said only one sentence: "Treat Yuan'er well!"

The Crown Prince nodded solemnly: "I swear on the fate of the Xiao royal family and on my own life that I will treat A Yuan well for the rest of my life. As long as A Yuan is still alive, I will never take a concubine and will never let her suffer the slightest grievance."

The Crown Prince wanted to declare that he would never take a concubine and vowed to be with A-Yuan for life. But who can predict the future? It wasn't that he didn't trust himself, but rather that his position placed him in too many constraints. Rather than making a promise he couldn't keep, he decided to fulfill it first.

After the Crown Prince offered tea and performed the traditional courtesies to General Xie and Xie Chaoyun, Lu Zhiyuan, her head covered by a veil, was led slowly into the main hall by Qingzhi. The Crown Prince, without glancing to either side, bowed and, along with Lu Zhiyuan, kowtowed to General Xie and Xie Chaoyun in farewell. General Xie, who had initially maintained a cold expression, burst into tears upon seeing Lu Zhiyuan's bow, repeatedly saying, "Yuan'er, rise quickly! Your Highness, this old minister entrusts Yuan'er to you. I hope you will respect and love each other, and grow old together in mutual support."

During their final farewell, General Xie couldn't hold back his tears and tightly grasped Lu Zhiyuan's hand. Lu Zhiyuan, hidden beneath her veil, could only see a small patch of skin and couldn't see her grandfather's expression. Looking down, she saw an old, thin hand tightly gripping hers, the knuckles faintly white, and a deep, piercing wound running across the back of his hand.

Judging from the growth on the wound, it's been at least ten years.

A lump formed in her throat, and a large tear fell heavily onto the clasped hands of the grandmother and grandson.

General Xie reacted as if he had been burned, quickly releasing his grip and finally managing to whisper, "On such a joyous day, don't cry..."

Lu Zhiyuan felt a tightness in her chest, unable to utter a word. She could only nod vigorously, nearly shaking off her veil. She sniffed hard, trying to hold back the tears welling in her eyes so her maternal grandfather and mother wouldn't see and worry. Led by the Crown Prince, she slowly walked outside. At the gate, the Crown Prince carried her to the sedan chair. The curtain was lowered, and the carriage swayed; Lu Zhiyuan knew the sedan chair had been lifted.

"Green branch."

"What are your orders, Miss?"

Do you know about the scar on your grandfather's hand?

"This servant doesn't know!" Qingzhi mostly served Xie Chaoyun, and even when she saw General Xie, she wouldn't stare at his hands. After a moment's thought, she replied, "The old general went to the battlefield in his teens, and he has countless wounds on his body. It's not surprising that he has them on his hands. Is Miss worried about them?"

"That wound doesn't look like it was left by a stranger; it was left by my grandfather... The wound wasn't treated in time, and there's a clear sign of repeated regrowth. Judging from the color of the scar, it's at least ten years old. Did something special happen ten years ago?"

"Ten years ago?" Qingzhi lowered her eyes and thought back: "Perhaps this servant has a bad memory and does not remember anything special that happened ten years ago. On the contrary, fifteen years ago, when you were almost a month old, a letter came from the border. Madam fainted after only one glance. After waking up, she cried and made a fuss about finding the old general. She even had an argument with the old lady of the Lu family. I wonder if this matter is related to the wound on the old general's hand."

"Don't make a fuss about this. We'll talk about it later." Looking at her smooth hands through the swaying veil, she couldn't help but rub them a couple of times.