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

"Sister Qingzhi!" Lu Zhiyuan got up, still wrapped in the blanket. "These weren't done by His Highness, they're on my skin."

In front of Qingzhi, he pressed his arm a few times, and bluish-purple marks immediately appeared on his originally fair skin.

"The so-called elixir of immortality is useless against me!" Looking at the bluish-purple marks on her arm, she said, "These are not ordinary scars, but mutated lividity. Sister Qingzhi, I am going to die, but I hope you can keep this a secret for me."

Qingzhi shook her head; she couldn't believe her young mistress was dying. The imperial physicians had clearly diagnosed her, saying her condition was improving. She, along with the old general and his wife, had all believed their mistress would live to be a hundred.

"This servant will go and tell Madam that Madam will surely find a way to save Miss."

“Sister Qingzhi!” Lu Zhiyuan called out to her, “I don’t want Mother to worry, and I don’t want Mother and Grandfather to see me leave. You saw what I look like, and I’m afraid it will frighten them. Grandfather is old, and Mother has old injuries and ailments; they can’t take it.”

"Where is His Highness? Why isn't Miss telling His Highness?"

"I won't tell anyone!" Lu Zhiyuan said firmly. "I won't tell anyone but you, not even Lu Yun or Han Ting. I'm telling my sister so she can take good care of Mother for me."

"Miss--"

"Alright, I'm not dying right now, why are you crying?" He picked up the clothes from the bedside and put them on. "These mutated lividity spots will disappear soon. They won't appear unless you press on them intentionally. After Your Highness returns to the capital, I will set off to do my own things. I will leave only after everything is settled."

"This servant will stay with you, Miss!"

Lu Zhiyuan shook her head: "Take good care of my mother and tell her that if there is an afterlife, I will still be her daughter."

Qingzhi's eyes instantly reddened: "Where are you going, Miss?"

Lu Zhiyuan stretched her back: "Go find Xiao Yebai and do him a huge favor. If he has a conscience, the border of Beiliang can be kept safe for a hundred years. This can be considered the last thing I, as the Crown Princess, will do for Beiliang."

Qingzhi wanted to persuade her again, but upon meeting her gaze, she swallowed her words. Her young mistress had always been decisive; once she made up her mind, no one could change it. This Xiao Yebai was originally a hostage; without her young mistress's help, he would probably still be detained in the Northern Liang palace. If her young mistress went to find him, she certainly wouldn't be mistreated.

Thinking about this, I calmed down a bit.

"I investigated the matter you mentioned, Miss, and asked the deputy general who had served the old general for many years. Just as you said, the old general inflicted the wound on his dagger himself, stabbing himself repeatedly. As for the reason..."

"It must be related to the seven-day separation of the soul, right?"

"Does Miss know?"

"I guessed it." She adjusted her makeup in front of the mirror, after all, she was a new bride and couldn't be too plain: "The younger generation may not know about the seven-day separation of the soul, but the older generation has heard about it to some extent. Although my maternal grandfather called himself a brute and acted like one, was he really a brute?"

Qingzhi was stunned; she had never thought about these things before.

Lu Zhiyuan chose a pair of exquisite but understated earrings and put them on. As she looked at herself from left to right, she said to Qingzhi in the mirror, "If my maternal grandfather were a brute, how could my maternal grandmother have fallen for him? How could he have survived in this treacherous court? My uncle and mother, aren't they both accomplished in literature and martial arts? My maternal grandfather is hiding his talents. Others can't see it, but the emperor can, which is why he is wary of the Xie family."

Qingzhi let out a long sigh: "The old general's injury?"

"That day, Physician Jiang diagnosed my mother with the Seven-Day Soul Separation Poisoning. He searched through medical books, trying to find an antidote. When he couldn't find one, he wrote to my maternal grandfather for help. Otherwise, how do you think Physician Jiang knew about the former Imperial Preceptor and the former Imperial Concubine's affair? His most beloved youngest daughter not only encountered a scoundrel but was also poisoned with the Seven-Day Soul Separation Poisoning, which also affected his unborn granddaughter. My maternal grandfather felt guilty and could only punish himself in that way."

"If Madam knew, she would surely feel even more guilty."

“Keep it from Mother!” Lu Zhiyuan chose a plain hairpin: “I will prepare a medicinal ointment for Grandfather. Although it cannot completely repair the scar, it can effectively lighten the scar and relieve the pain caused by the scar during seasonal changes. Grandfather is old and cannot use conventional treatment methods. If it were a few years earlier… well, there is no medicine for regret in this world.”

"This servant will speak to Madam," Qingzhi quickly said. "The Xiao family has been in power for several years, and the Xie family has been protecting the Xiao royal family for several years. It's time for Miss to rest."

Before she could finish speaking, a thought flashed through her mind: "Miss went to see Prince Xiao because..."

"Of course, it's so that my maternal grandfather and mother can retire in peace." Lu Zhiyuan turned her head and made a face: "Where did Your Highness go? You were newly married yesterday, and you disappeared this morning. Is it because, as others say, you don't cherish what you have once you have it?"

Qingzhi blushed and quickly covered her mouth: "Miss, there are some things that cannot be said."

"What can't be said? Where did His Highness go... or is it that you don't know how to cherish what you have?" Lu Zhiyuan deliberately teased Qingzhi, causing Qingzhi to stomp her feet repeatedly.

Inside the silk shop, Manager Zhuo was laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

"Zhuo Yunlang!"

Manager Zhuo clutched his stomach: "No, let me laugh a little longer."

"Is it that funny?" The Crown Prince's expression changed. "Believe me or not, I'll smash up your silk shop!"

"I believe you. Your Highness the Crown Prince's word is law. Not to mention my silk shop, you could destroy the entire Zhuo family." Manager Zhuo laughed so hard he could barely breathe. "Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince, do you really not keep a concubine in your vast Eastern Palace?"

"No!" the Crown Prince said irritably. "And what does 'a promise is as good as gold' even mean? Is that how your Zhuo family's teachers teach their children?"

"Don't falsely accuse our Zhuo family's teacher; this is my own idea." He sat down in a chair, panting, after laughing for a while. "The emperor's word is law, but you're the crown prince, not the emperor, so your word is only worth eight. What? You think you can surpass your father?"

The Crown Prince casually picked up something and tossed it at Manager Zhuo. Manager Zhuo caught it steadily and placed it on the table, still nonchalant: "Really nothing? No wonder your little Crown Princess dislikes you so much! Let me tell you, I was even more pathetic than you the first time. My wife kicked me off the bed. I regretted it then, regretted that I had righteously refused when my parents tried to give me a maid."

Manager Zhuo clicked his tongue twice: "I didn't take her because I thought she was ugly and didn't suit my taste. But my mother had her reasons. She believed that concubines shouldn't be pretty. If she bewitched me, given my temperament, I would definitely do something like favoring a concubine over my wife, disgracing the Zhuo family. Luckily, I have high standards, otherwise I wouldn't be worthy of my wife."

"I can't betray A-Yuan because I'm engaged to her." The Crown Prince propped his head up. "I thought this would be simple, but I didn't expect... Do you even have a solution?"

"Yes, but are you willing to give it up?" Manager Zhuo raised an eyebrow. "Even if you are willing, your little crown princess can't resist! Alright, stop looking at me like that. My secret is just four words: practice makes perfect!"