Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

A month later, it was already the new year.

Gu Sanlang's body has still not been found. The case of the Gu family's collusion with the Turks, driven by certain individuals, is being investigated based on evidence presented by the military supervisor.

The Gu family was sentenced to exile in Lingnan.

The weather was too cold to travel south, so the emperor granted special permission to depart from the capital in April.

When the man from the Marquis's mansion in the prison received the imperial edict, he staggered but still knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express his gratitude for the emperor's grace.

He Qingyu closed her eyes tightly. Very well, other people's transmigration is to become a noble lady, a county princess, or even a peasant girl, whose life is safe and sound.

She was ahead of all the time-traveling women, embarking on the path of exile.

Think about how fussy she was in modern times, complaining about the heat even when she stepped out of her apartment complex in the summer. Now she has to travel three thousand miles, and she's even been exiled.

After the person who announced the imperial edict left, she knocked on the prison cell door, attracting the jailer, and made a deal with him for fifty taels of silver.

"Let my father come to see me, or I'll have the entire He family exiled with me."

As soon as she uttered her rebellious words, not only the jailer, but everyone in the cell, from the Lady of the Marquis to the children who could understand, stared at her in astonishment.

Gu Ba Niangzi subconsciously took a step back. She never expected that her third sister-in-law would be so audacious.

Threatening one's father is unfilial.

He Qingyu knew what they were thinking, but whether she was filial or not, she had to live first.

"Sanlang should still be alive."

After Zhao Yifeng's trusted confidant, whom he had sent to Huaizhou to find the person, returned on horseback, he immediately reported his discovery.

"How so?"

"My lord, all of General Gu's stewards and guards have disappeared. Furthermore, I have learned that Sanlang was not the vanguard on the day of the march, so his chances of survival are very high."

Most likely, Gu Sanlang was seriously injured and was rescued by the Gu family.

Zhao Yifeng also thought of this, and waved to his confidant to go and rest well, while he asked Chief Secretary Ning to send someone else to find Gu Pingsheng.

He couldn't save General Gu, nor could he recklessly petition His Majesty to reopen the case of the Gu family's collusion with the Turks.

Saving Gu Pingsheng was the only thing he could do for the Gu family.

Seeing that he was in low spirits, Chief Secretary Ning advised him, "My lord, you have already done your best for General Gu, there is no need to make things difficult for yourself."

"Try your best?"

"Ah Yuan, you don't need to comfort me." Zhao Yifeng gave a bitter smile and spread his hands: "What do I mean by trying my best?" He had only submitted a memorial once.

Seeing that the emperor and some people in the capital were going to punish the person who submitted the memorial, he stopped.

"The ones who truly did their best were General Feng and Vice Minister Song."

Both families have done their utmost for the Gu family, and have already been sentenced to exile.

After a moment of silence, Chief Secretary Ning said, "General Feng, Vice Minister Song's integrity is admirable, but what you, my lord, did was only human nature."

In his view, the magistrate was able to send people to find Gu Sanlang again and again, and even gave money to Li Erniu, asking him to say a few words on behalf of the Gu family.

They have already achieved the essence of righteousness.

In Chief Secretary Ning's view, those who did not take advantage of the Gu family's misfortune and even spoke up for them were already worthy of the Gu family's trust.

Zhao Yifeng clenched his fist and smiled: "I feel terrible, but Yuan, I don't regret it." His eyes were red.

Even if he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choice.

Zhao Qi is six years old. She has made a plan to get up early every day, practice horse stance, and learn martial arts.

The two little hairs on her head were fixed in place. She was wearing a dark, narrow-sleeved robe and black boots. She was squatting with her legs bent and her hands clenched into fists and outstretched.

The chubby boy's face has thinned out a bit, and his angular features have become more prominent.

Beside her was Zhao San Niangzi, Zhao Buqi, who was eight years old this year. She resembled her father in stature and had great strength.

Finally, sitting on a bench not far from the two was nine-year-old Ning Pu. She was weak and unable to practice martial arts. She was holding a book and reading.

Zhao Qi tried to persuade her to go back to her room, but Ning Pu said that the three of them were one, and although she couldn't practice, she still had to accompany her.

Although Ning Pu is only nine years old, her personality is just like Chief Secretary Ning's—stubborn and unyielding once she's made up her mind.

Zhao Qi could only instruct the servants to take good care of her and to take her back immediately if she became unwell.

Day after day, winter passed and spring came.

While practicing horse stance, Zhao Qi watched his older sister Zhao Yue practice swordsmanship and his older brother Zhao Yan practice spearmanship. Sometimes the two would even spar with each other.

The sheer power of the movements was captivating.

Zhao Qi watched the two spar again with great interest. Zhao Buqi whispered that it was a pity she had chosen the hammer so early, otherwise she would definitely have practiced sword and spear as well.

Simply put, it's beautiful.

Her big hammer doesn't look good when she's hitting things.

Just as Zhao Qi was about to say that the big hammer was the most suitable weapon for her and that she should not give it up, her confidant Zhao Yi walked towards her.

"Young lady, there are two Taoist priests and a young boy outside the door. They all say they want to see you."

Zhao Yi added, "They call themselves the Cloud Daoist and Water Daoist of the Qingyun Sect."

Zhao Qi had heard of the Qingyun Sect, a Taoist temple. Her parents had told her that it was once as glorious as Master Huian, but in the last hundred years, the Great Wei Dynasty had placed more emphasis on Buddhism.

Taoism gradually declined.

"There are still people here." Zhao Qi sighed at the legacy of the Qingyun Sect and nodded. "Take them to the front hall. I'll be there shortly."

She hadn't finished practicing her horse stance yet.

Zhao Yi: "Yes."

During their sparring, Zhao Yan's gaze clearly fell upon their conversation. Zhao Yue swung her sword, causing Zhao Yan to loosen his grip on the spear for a moment before he could react.

Zhao Yue's sword was already pointed at his neck.

"You lost." She sheathed her sword, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Yan's face before settling on Zhao Qi.

Zhao Yan smiled and casually remarked, "My sister is amazing." She gave her confidant a look, and the confidant left.

A quarter of an hour.

Zhao Qi left with Zhao Buqi and Ning Pu to meet with guests.

Zhao Yan also learned that the Taoist priests from Qingyun Sect had come to see Zhao Qi. He looked uneasy, unable to guess what they wanted to see his younger sister for.

After all, Zhao Qi is only six years old.

Considering the Qingyun Sect's specialty, does that mean we should ask her to tell our fortunes?

Seeing him deep in thought, Zhao Yue picked up her sword and began practicing on her own. She had just gone through the sword technique once when Zhao Yan hurriedly left.

After a glance, she held the sword in her hand and continued.

"You want to see me?"

Zhao Qi didn't even change his clothes; he simply tidied himself up and went to the reception area.

Her eyes were like lacquer, and she exuded an air of exceptional intelligence and refinement, making her clearly no ordinary child.

The water spirit's gaze was fixed on her as she entered, and seeing the vibrant purple surrounding her, he couldn't help but count on his fingers.

The Taoist in green was also a Taoist named Yun. Seeing that his junior sister was already engrossed in the story, he could only reply, "Yes."

Before Zhao Qi could ask, he recounted how he had observed the stars and seen the chosen one in Youzhou.

"Do you think I'm the chosen one?"

"The stars say you are."

"So you've come here to seek refuge with me?" Zhao Qi asked confidently, trying to recruit people.

That's how charismatic she is.

He traveled thousands of miles just to seek refuge with her.

Zhao Qi was pleased and secretly gave himself a thumbs up.