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

Zhao Lian pouted: "Godmother, how old am I? I'm only 14. Besides, I would never like my older brother. He's almost ten years older than me."

Yang Mei's eyes widened: "So what if you're older? Older people know how to care for others! Like your godfather, who's seven years older than me, he's so considerate!"

Song Ting picked up the conversation, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, that's right. Your brother-in-law is also eight years older than me. He treats me like his own daughter and has never said a harsh word to me. I don't have to worry about anything at home!"

Faced with Yang Mei and Song Ting's relentless barrage of questions, Zhao Lian was powerless to resist and finally made an excuse to leave the Tong residence.

"call……"

She only breathed a sigh of relief after walking out of the Tong residence and standing on the steps at the entrance.

Just then, a voice came from behind me: "Marrying me makes things so difficult for you?"

It's Song Wenjie's voice! How did he follow me out?!

Zhao Lian turned around abruptly, only to find Song Wenjie standing right behind her. She met Song Wenjie's eyes, and could tell that he was somewhat annoyed.

Seeing his sharply defined, cold face looming over her, Zhao Lian swallowed hard and involuntarily took a step back.

But she regretted it the next second. Zhao Lian forgot that she was standing on the steps and suddenly missed a step.

"Ah~"

Zhao Lian looked panicked and, in her haste, couldn't help but cry out.

Song Wenjie frowned, thinking he had frightened her. He was about to speak when he realized something was wrong.

He quickly reached out and pulled Zhao Lian close to his chest, then took two steps back and came to a steady stop.

Her nostrils were filled with a strong scent of hormones, and seeing herself nestled in Song Wenjie's arms, Zhao Lian's face immediately turned red.

She quickly shoved Song Wenjie back and scolded him, "Song Wenjie, don't forget you're my brother! You're taking advantage of me again!"

Song Wenjie's face turned green. He could tell from Zhao Lian's words that he had become a lecherous opportunist.

Seeing Zhao Lian's slightly panicked face, Song Wenjie raised an eyebrow, and the thought of teasing her came to mind again. A charming smile flashed across his lips: "I'm not your real brother. Besides, I was just trying to save you. You didn't even say thank you. You even said I was taking advantage of you."

After saying that, Song Wenjie looked Zhao Lian up and down and said meaningfully, "I don't know where you got your confidence. You look like a stunted, withered green bean, flat as a board. Who would want to take advantage of you!"

"you!"

Zhao Lian was immediately furious, but what he said wasn't wrong; she did have no curves.

Zhao Lian knew what had just happened; he hadn't meant to. But she still refused to admit defeat, blushing as she spat at him, "Let's stop this topic here, let's stop here!"

I thought Song Wenjie would speak, but he didn't say a word, and the air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Lian looked up at Song Wenjie, who seemed somewhat dazed. He then looked at Zhao Lian and asked softly, "Zhao Lian, to be honest, have you ever thought about becoming a woman by the Emperor's side?"

"Nonsense, of course I don't want to!" Zhao Lian blurted out without thinking.

A hint of smugness flashed in Song Wenjie's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"That's right! Can't you see that I was trying to help you out of a tight spot in court this morning?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Zhao Lian laughed so hard she almost fell over, and it took her a while to stop. She pointed at herself and said, "You mean... the Emperor has taken a liking to me? Heh... how ridiculous!"

"The Emperor is the ruler of a country. He can have any kind of woman he wants. Just like you said, I'm like a dried-up green bean, a young girl who hasn't grown up yet. What does he see in me!"

Song Wenjie said coldly, "It's not funny at all! The Emperor you see is humble and unambitious, but you don't understand him. In fact, he's very shrewd; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived to this day unscathed."

Song Wenjie knew that if it were anyone else, they would definitely not look favorably upon Zhaolian, but the Emperor was different from others.

The Emperor grew up in the palace and witnessed too much intrigue and treachery. In this palace, you wouldn't survive to this day without being cunning. Many people seem nice on the surface, but in reality, they want to kill you.

Zhao Lian's frankness and carefree nature are exactly what the Emperor likes. Although Zhao Lian is still young, we must be wary of her.

Zhao Lian waved her hand: "Alright, alright, I'm not going to talk about this anymore, I'm leaving."

"Hey~ Where are you going?" Song Wenjie chased after him.

Zhao Lian frowned, turned around and stretched out her hand: "Stop, stop, stop! Don't follow me!"

Song Wenjie smiled seductively, "You still haven't told me where you're going! If you don't tell me, I'll follow you."

"Ha~"

Zhao Lian's lips twitched: "I never thought that a dignified admiral would act like a rogue."

Unexpectedly, Song Wenjie not only wasn't angry, but laughed instead: "To hell with the Admiral, I don't care. Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'll follow you."

Zhao Lian ignored him and turned to leave.

Song Wenjie followed.

Zhao Lian drew her knife and slashed at Song Wenjie, but fortunately Song Wenjie reacted quickly and narrowly dodged it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian did not stop, but instead unleashed a series of attacks. Song Wenjie dodged a few moves, but dared not be careless, and quickly took out his knife to defend himself.

Amidst the flashing of swords, the two fought more and more fiercely, with Zhao Lian fighting with unbridled joy and growing more and more energetic.

Song Wenjie was secretly shocked. He hadn't expected that Zhao Lian, despite her young age, possessed such profound internal strength and was on par with him in terms of martial arts skills.

The two fought for 30 rounds without a clear winner.

People occasionally came into the alley, and seeing the two fighting fiercely, they all scattered and hid.

Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Zhao Lian sheathed her sword, somersaulted, and stood steadily three meters away: "I didn't expect your kung fu to be so good!"

Song Wenjie showed no modesty whatsoever, and couldn't help but smile: "You flatter me!"

Zhao Lian sheathed her sword: "Alright, stop following me. To tell you the truth, the Emperor bestowed a large mansion upon me, and it's been almost two months. I have to go and see it."

This mansion was a gift from the emperor when he ascended the throne. Later, she was ordered to find that batch of gold and silver jewelry, and she hasn't had a chance to see the mansion yet!

Now that she had some free time, she had to go and take a look. Such a big house couldn't be left empty; she had to bring her maternal grandmother and the others to live with her.

Also, she needs to find time to see exactly where the hundred acres of fertile land bestowed upon her by the Emperor are.

"I'll go with you!"

Zhao Lian immediately refused: "No need, I'll go by myself."

She didn't want such a tall guy following her around; it would attract too much attention.

"Alright, then be careful! Remember to call me if anything happens." Before leaving, Song Wenjie added, "Oh, by the way, if the Emperor asks you to go into the palace alone, you absolutely must not go in."

He always felt that the Emperor would definitely go to Zhaolian again.

Faced with Song Wenjie's instructions, Zhao Lian found it amusing, but to avoid his continued nagging, she could only nod in agreement.