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

何府

Zhao Lian and the others returned home, bringing back several wolves. Since the weather was hot and they wouldn't keep them well, they told Liu Jinzhu and the others to kill the wolves quickly, cook them, and store them properly.

The group was startled by the sight of so many wolf carcasses. They checked Zhao Lian over and over, and only when they found that she was alright did they feel relieved.

Upon meeting, before Zhao Lian could even introduce them, Zhu Yuanzhang greeted everyone in turn: "Greetings, Maternal Grandmother!"

Hello, Grandfather!

"You must be my uncle? Hello, Uncle!"

"..."

Zhu Yuanzhang's overly familiar actions even stunned Zhao Lian.

Not to mention Zhao Lian, even An Ye and An Hei were so surprised that their jaws dropped.

Is this really the emperor they know? It's unbelievable!

"Zhao Lian, who is this?" Yan Guihua asked Zhao Lian with a puzzled look at Zhu Yuanzhang's enthusiastic face.

The man looked quite good, and his clothes weren't made of ordinary fabric.

Why are you showing up at someone's house so late at night, with two followers, one on each side, looking like door gods?

“Grandmother, I am Zhaolian’s sweetheart, and we are about to get married.”

Zhao Lian was drinking water and was about to speak when Zhu Yuanzhang spoke first, almost making her choke.

"Cough cough...cough..." Zhao Lian glared at Zhu Yuanzhang, coughed heavily a few times, and then quickly pounded her chest.

"Zhao Lian, what's going on?"

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Zhao Lian tried to make up an excuse, but Zhu Yuanzhang pressed his advantage.

"Zhao Lian, how could you go back on your word? You took advantage of me, and while I don't care, you have to take responsibility for me."

Zhao Lian was so angry that her whole face turned green.

"Grandmother, this is what happened!" Zhu Yuanzhang began to embellish the story.

As they talked, it was almost as if Zhao Lian was going to force herself on him, and Dark Night and Dark Hei chuckled to themselves as they listened.

Upon hearing this, Yan Guihua immediately began to nag, "Zhaolian, this is not right of you. How can you, a young lady, not know how to be ashamed?"

"Grandmother, don't listen to his nonsense!" Zhao Lian was truly speechless.

Sun Shangxiang's eyes lit up at the question, and she immediately perked up. "Hey, young man, where are you from? Who's in your family?"

Seeing everyone staring at him, Zhu Yuanzhang remained calm and composed: "My family is from the capital. My parents died early, and I was raised by a nanny."

Seeing his well-dressed appearance, they assumed he came from a good family, but they never expected him to be so pitiful. Sun Shangxiang and Zheng Xiuzhen looked disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Liu Laogen looked Zhu Yuanzhang up and down and perked up: "Young man, do you really want to marry our Zhaolian?"

Zhu Yuanzhang patted his chest, his face serious: "Of course, I guarantee it with my life."

"Alright! I'm rooting for you, I agree to this marriage!" Liu Laogen was extremely excited.

"Old man, are you crazy!" Yan Guihua glared at him.

"What do you know! You're all talk and no action! Just listen to me, you won't go wrong."

This Liu Laogen knows a little about physiognomy. He can tell that Zhu Yuanzhang is destined to be rich and noble, and even if he isn't now, he will be in the future. Zhaolian is sure to be right to follow him.

Seeing that Liu Laogen had a good impression of him, Zhu Yuanzhang seized the opportunity and brought up the matter of marriage.

Zhao Lian didn't have time to chat with them. She quickly arranged for the maids to vacate two guest rooms so she could take a bath and rest. She was exhausted from the trip today.

……

Song Mansion

When Song Wenjie came home that night, he seemed to be acting strangely. He never drank alcohol, which scared Afu.

I've never seen the young master drink before. What's going on today?

"Where's the wine? Bring me some wine!" Song Wenjie said, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, swaying the empty wine bottle in his hand.

"Young Master, please stop drinking." Seeing that Song Wenjie had already finished a pot of wine and was still going to drink more, Afu became anxious.

"Even you don't listen to me, right? Get out, all of you get out!" Song Wenjie reeked of alcohol.

“Ah Fu, that’s not right of you. It’s rare for the young master to be in a good mood, you should let him drink.” Zhao Feng came in carrying a pot of wine.

Song Wenjie narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Who told you I was happy!"

"Is this not a sign of happiness? If I'm not mistaken, it's related to Zhao Lian!" Zhao Feng placed the wine on the table.

Unexpectedly, Song Wenjie waved his hand, gripped Zhao Feng's hand tightly, and then, reeking of alcohol, said in a gruff voice, "How did you know this matter is related to Zhao Lian again?"

Afu frowned: "Oh dear, Zhaofeng, what did you do to upset the young master? Get down here right now!"

"Afu, you...you get down! Let her...she drink with me." Song Wenjie's tongue was a little tied.

"Okay, okay, young master, I'll go right away!" Afu quickly retreated.

Seeing that the young master was quite drunk, he quickly went to make a hangover soup.

“Young Master, tell me, what has happened to my sister?” Zhao Feng began to probe.

"What's wrong with me? Why does she just look down on me?"

"With so many women in the harem, why does the Emperor insist on fighting me for one?"

Listening to his intermittent rambling, Zhao Feng finally understood that the Emperor had actually taken a liking to Zhao Lian, which immediately made her furious.

Thinking back to how she had thrown herself at the Emperor not long ago, but he hadn't even given her a second glance and had even said such nasty things.

Why did Zhao Lian gain the Emperor's favor so effortlessly? Why was she so kind to me, while I was living such a worse life than her?

"Exactly! The young master is so good, in what way is he inferior to the emperor? I think she's just vain."

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng was also indignant. She picked up the wine pot, poured herself a cup of wine, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The pungent liquor immediately choked her, causing her to cough. Her face flushed red, as she was not a strong drinker.

"Come on, let's do it!"

The two drank one cup after another, as if they were kindred spirits, and a thousand cups were not enough.

"Zhao Lian, why don't you like me?" Song Wenjie grabbed Zhao Feng's hand.

"Young Master, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm Zhao Feng!" Zhao Feng tried to break free from his grasp, but his hand held her firmly like an iron clamp.

“I won’t let go, or you’ll leave.” At this moment, Song Wenjie mistook Zhao Feng for Zhao Lian.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was furious. Normally, Song Wenjie would never even glance at her, so why did this man in front of her like Zhao Lian so much? What did she lack compared to her?

Zhao Feng was truly unwilling to accept this. Why was Zhao Lian always one step ahead of her and better than her in every way?

Looking at Song Wenjie, whose eyes were glazed over, Zhao Feng suddenly had an idea.

Since she couldn't be the emperor's woman, being the wife of a governor wouldn't be bad either.

This is a good opportunity; let's seize the moment and administer another strong dose of medicine.

"Don't worry, I won't leave. Come on, let's have another drink." Taking advantage of Song Wenjie's inattention, Zhao Feng poured some medicine into Song Wenjie's wine glass.

That was a love potion, which she always carried with her. She never expected it would finally come in handy.