Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

He remembered that the two leaders were extremely skilled, and some of their moves were exactly the same as those used by the boy in front of him.

Feng Ao sheathed his knife, stood two meters away, and looked at Zhao Lian with surprise: "Young brother, where did you learn your kung fu? Who is your master?"

Zhao Lian was having a great time when she was surprised when General Feng suddenly stopped.

Then she heard him ask a series of questions, and Zhao Lian's heart skipped a beat. Had he seen through something?

Song Wenjie immediately turned his gaze to Zhao Lian, because he also wanted to know.

He was also curious, as Zhao Lian was extremely skilled in martial arts at such a young age, and her internal strength was profound, and her lightness skill was no less than his.

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "Do I have to answer that?"

Feng Ao clasped his hands in a fist salute, looking at Zhao Lian with a serious expression: "This matter is quite important to me, and I hope you can inform me, young brother."

Zhao Lian couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It seemed that the general's eyesight was indeed terrible; he hadn't even recognized that she was a woman disguised as a man.

"Hahaha~"

Song Wenjie laughed heartily: "General, you may not know this, but she is actually a young woman."

"Girl? Really?" Feng Ao looked at Zhao Lian with suspicion, sizing her up and down.

The boy in front of me had clear, bright eyes and looked quite dashing. His skin wasn't particularly fair, and he had a high nose and was fairly good-looking.

However, upon closer inspection of his throat, it is clear that he does not have a laryngeal bone.

Zhao Lian winked mischievously: "What, General Feng, don't I look like a young lady?" As she spoke, she pulled off the headband, and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Letting her hair down added a touch of feminine charm, making her look completely different from before, truly like a young lady.

The girl in front of me wasn't as reserved as most girls, but she was genuine, cute, and had a unique charm.

Feng Ao was immediately taken aback, then shook his head with a smile: "I really have gotten old. I've been traveling the world for decades and have seen countless people, but I never thought I would misjudge you this time. Young lady, may I ask who your master is?"

Zhao Lian shrugged and helplessly spread her palms: "Actually, I don't know who my master is either?"

"Is it inconvenient for the young lady to say?" Feng Ao asked again, unwilling to give up.

Zhao Lian smiled, walked to a stool nearby, and sat down. "To be honest, General," she said, "it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I genuinely don't know."

Zhao Lian didn't mean to be silent; it was just that she couldn't figure out what Feng Ao meant by those words, because she didn't know whether Feng Ao was a friend or foe.

Seeing that Zhao Lian had some reservations, Feng Ao didn't say anything more. He turned around and sat down on a stool to the side, looking at Zhao Lian and Song Wenjie: "Would you two be interested in hearing a story from me?"

Song Wenjie and Zhao Lian exchanged a glance, unable to fathom the meaning behind General Feng Ao's words.

However, seeing that the general seemed to have something on his mind, the two of them immediately became curious.

Feng Ao's eyes looked somewhat lost, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to autumn more than 20 years ago. After a long while, he slowly began to speak: "Actually, I used to work in the palace..."

Feng Ao then revealed a long-buried story: his involvement in escorting the eldest princess for a political marriage, and the princess's abduction during the journey.

He recounted the whole story from beginning to end, without holding back any information.

Unexpectedly, General Feng Ao was also present when he escorted the eldest princess to her marriage.

After hearing his explanation, Zhao Lian finally understood. No wonder General Feng Ao reacted that way when she used this skill.

"General Feng, to be honest, I learned this skill from a small notebook, but I have no idea who wrote it." Now that things had come to this, Zhao Lian had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Girl, wait a minute, be careful, the walls may be listening!"

Feng Ao reached out to stop Zhao Lian from speaking, cautiously stood up, walked outside the tent, and looked around.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about his appearance, Feng Ao was slightly relieved, and then instructed the guards at the gate not to let anyone near.

After a while, Feng Ao sat down again: "Miss, please continue."

"Here's what happened..."

Zhao Lian recounted the discovery of the princess's remains and the notebook, and also mentioned her meeting with the princess.

Most importantly, she also recounted how the Empress Dowager and Eunuch Gao had an affair and the child was born to the Emperor.

When Zhao Lian mentioned that she had met the Eldest Princess, Feng Ao and Song Wenjie were utterly dumbfounded; this was simply too incredible.

Upon hearing Zhao Lian recount the Emperor's origins, Feng Ao's eyes turned bloodshot, his chest heaved violently, and his thick beard trembled: "Miss, is what you just said true?"

Zhao Lian looked at Feng Ao with a serious expression and her eyes were burning: "Not a single lie is told. If there is even a single lie, may I be struck by lightning."

Unexpectedly, the current emperor was not the son of the late emperor. Feng Ao's expression turned solemn. Then, he stood up anxiously: "You just said that the eldest princess asked us to support the third prince?"

"Yes, that's right, she really said that!"

Feng Ao then asked, "By the way, there was a lot of gold and silver jewelry involved in the marriage alliance back then. Did the eldest princess mention it?" Thinking of that batch of gold and silver jewelry, Feng Ao became concerned.

The princess's dowry at that time was quite substantial, and they said it included a considerable amount of gold and silver jewelry.

The country has suffered from a severe drought for the past two years, and the emperor has indulged in extravagant lifestyles every night, leaving the national treasury depleted. If the Third Prince is supported to ascend the throne and this batch of jewels is found, it could help replenish the treasury and alleviate its strain.

"I've already told you about this, and I've also found it, but I can't touch that batch of jewelry." Zhao Lian trusted Feng Ao and told him everything.

At this moment, Song Wenjie spoke up to remind him: "General Feng, our primary task now is to support the Third Prince to ascend the throne. The Empress Dowager's power should not be underestimated. Supporting the Third Prince will not be an easy task."

"We need to think this over carefully. We don't know how things are going with Lord Tu right now."

Song Wenjie also told Feng Ao about Tu Guoqiang and Chen Jing. Feng Ao was overjoyed: "Lord Tu is upright and incorruptible. With him around, this matter will be much easier to handle."

That night, the three of them talked by candlelight for a long time, going over the whole story from beginning to end, until almost four in the morning.

Seeing that it was getting late, General Feng Ao had his men clear out a tent for Zhao Lian to rest in, and then had them change the sheets.

Song Wenjie shared a tent with Er Lengzi and Niu Duzi.

The tent is quite spacious, like a yurt, with just a few beds inside.

Because Zhao Lian was a girl, Feng Ao dismissed all the other soldiers.

Lying on this unfamiliar bed, Zhao Lian couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The tent reeked of a strong masculine scent, a mixture of sweat and stinky feet.

Zhao Lian felt like she couldn't breathe and almost fainted. She didn't know when she finally fell asleep, but when she woke up again, it was already broad daylight.