After transmigrating into the villain's daughter, I lie down and win

In a brief and accidental meeting, an old shoe seller and a young silk seller opened a small window to understand the North for the scholars, students, wanderers and farmers present through what they saw and heard, and also aroused everyone's longing and yearning for the North.

Before leaving, the old man said, "I am short-sighted. What I have said and seen is only a small part of what my dim eyes can see. With my limited intelligence, I cannot fully understand or see all the policies implemented in the North. If you want to know what the real North is like, whether the general loves the people like his own children as the rumors say, and whether the young princess is as compassionate and loving as the rumors say, you only need to go to the North."

"Thank you for your advice, old man. That's exactly what I was thinking!"

After the fat man finished speaking, the silk vendor suddenly moved.

He stood up, casually brushed off the dust on his clothes, then walked around the crowd and went to the middle-aged scholar who had been listening to their conversation quietly in the back.

The man lowered his head slightly, making it difficult to see his expression. It was not until the young man approached that he slowly raised his head. Everyone then saw that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had just cried bitterly.

But no one heard him cry.

“It is better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books!”

The young man suddenly howled, which not only scared everyone present, but also scared the birds in the woods away.

After a burst of bird calls, the young man said to the bewildered crowd, "I'm sorry to shock you all, but this is actually what the young princess said. Today I will pass this message on to this gentleman. I hope that after reading thousands of books, you can also travel thousands of miles, and also... treat us humble people as human beings."

Everyone came back to their senses from their surprise.

Is it better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books?
This little princess from the north truly has the potential to be a saint!

The middle-aged scholar was already ashamed. He bowed to the young man with a shameful look on his face and said devoutly, "I apologize to you all here. I am not from a wealthy family, nor am I ignorant of the sufferings of the people. I, like you, have climbed up step by step from the humble people to where I am today. It's just that the world is difficult. In order to study and support my family, I have to obey the secular thoughts and I have been deeply involved in them. I almost forgot my origins..."

As he spoke of this, he was already in tears.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel the same way.

In this world, who hasn’t been pressured by the world? Who hasn’t done something or said something against their will?

Ugh!
This is the way the world is!
After everyone expressed their feelings, they all tried to comfort the middle-aged scholar, saying that since he could recognize his mistakes, he was better than most scholars in the world.

Before parting, the fat man specifically asked the old man, the young man, the middle-aged scholar and other people present about their names and hometowns. When they took a break during the journey, he would take out a piece of paper and write down their experiences on it.

At that time, he did not know that a thousand years later, later scholars would discover his personally written "Travels to the North" in an ancient tomb destroyed by tomb robbers in the northwest, nor did he know that his travel notes would become an important document for countless archaeologists and history fans to study the "History of the Xiao Han Dynasty" and "Princess Anguo Xiao Jinyan."

History will remember all those who made her colorful.

……

In early May, the spring plowing in the north was coming to an end, but a heavy snow fell in Chang'an again.

In the city of Chang'an, the common people, wearing only thin clothes and shivering with cold, together with their families, looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky, their faces full of fear and their hearts filled with anxiety.

Snowfall in May is impossible in the well-known Chang'an City. But the old people remember clearly that on the day when the previous dynasty fell and the king was hanged, such heavy snow fell from the sky. The snow continued for three days and the whole Chang'an City was dyed white.

The thick snow covered the blood on the ground. The new king ordered a city-wide lockdown, and all citizens were not allowed to go out. After the weather cleared, the snow on the streets melted, the corpses disappeared, and the smelly bloodstains were no longer visible.

The old dynasty collapsed and the new dynasty was established, but Chang'an is still Chang'an.

Now, heavy snow is coming again.

The old people trembled as they recalled the fear and coldness of the past, and begged God sadly to put an end to this turbulent situation as soon as possible. They didn't have much time to live, but their sons and grandsons couldn't live in troubled times forever!

Zhou House.

Zhou Jin was awakened late at night. His wife worriedly said to him as she dressed him: "If you enter the palace at this time, I'm afraid something bad has happened."

Although she said this, she knew it clearly in her heart.

What big deal could happen at this time?
What major event could cause the three dukes and nine ministers to enter the palace overnight?
Zhou Jin said nothing, but patted her shoulder gently. The couple looked at each other for a moment, exchanging a look that showed mutual understanding.

In the alley next to Zhou's mansion, the residence of Chief Justice Li Cong was also brightly lit.

Wei was wearing a middle coat and was about to get her husband's official uniform for entering the palace when an outer coat was put on her. She heard her husband Li Cong's calm and gentle voice, "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

Pulling at her clothes, Wei's face was filled with worry, "If I enter the palace now, I'm afraid..."

She didn't say anything further, but she knew it very well.

The emperor's health had been deteriorating since he was assassinated. At first, he managed to attend court for a few days, but in the following month, he did not appear in the court again. All decisions on important court affairs were made through the guards and palace maids who passed on messages to all officials.

Li Cong did meet the emperor in private several times, but each time he was separated by thick curtains and the countless guards and palace servants who were protecting the emperor's safety. He could only judge the emperor's physical condition from his weak breathing and occasional coughing and spitting blood.

The day before yesterday, after returning home, he told Wei that the emperor might not have much time left, and they should be prepared to deal with any danger.

And the most dangerous thing is the emperor's order of death.

The emperor was suspicious by nature and could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. He, an old minister from the north with unclear stance but great power, naturally could not be left to the next emperor. The emperor would definitely kill him before he died.

"After I leave, my retainers and guards will protect you as you leave Chang'an. You must leave quickly. Don't worry about me and Shu'er. I have ways to protect myself. Shu'er will also be protected by people arranged by the general and the young princess. The young princess and the prince will not let anything happen to him."

Li Cong held Wei's hand, with worry and reluctance in his eyes, but he did not retreat or hesitate. "I must hand over the blueprint I gave you to the master personally."

Wei looked deeply at Li Cong, at the man who had given her the deepest love and companionship, and protected her and her children for half their lives.

After a long while, she nodded heavily and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, my dear. I will complete your request. Please keep your promise and come back to me and my son safely." (End of this chapter)