Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yun Shengsheng was extremely surprised. [By the way, wasn't their location right on the border between Xiliang and Daxuan? That's why those men in black were able to come wave after wave to assassinate us?]

[It makes perfect sense that Grand Preceptor Wen is arresting Yan Shijin now. If the eldest grandson of the Emperor disappears or gets into trouble on the border of Da Xuan, the news will inevitably throw the Crown Prince's faction into chaos when it reaches the capital. Wouldn't those princes take the opportunity to fight amongst themselves? With Da Xuan in turmoil, Xi Liang can reap the benefits!]

[No, I have to do something.] Yun Shengsheng thought to herself, and quickly left.

The Imperial Preceptor frowned at Yan Shijin and said coldly, "Since you know everything, quickly hand over the Tiger Tally. I might spare your life..."

Yan Shijin smiled, "Don't even think about it!"

The Imperial Advisor narrowed his eyes. "So you admit it, the Tiger Tally is with you!"

"No wonder our people searched the entire Crown Prince's residence in the capital but couldn't find him. It turns out he's been here all along."

Yan Shijin remained silent.

Just as the Imperial Preceptor Wen turned to leave, Duan Xiangzhu suddenly exclaimed, "Imperial Preceptor—it looks like there's a fire!"

The Imperial Preceptor paused, then turned to look.

Sure enough, a bright orange light appeared in the study behind his courtyard, standing out starkly in the darkness.

His pupils suddenly contracted, where some important things he had collected over the years were placed.

"Keep an eye on him." The Imperial Preceptor Wen coldly uttered these words before leaping towards the rear chamber.

The fire grew larger and larger, almost illuminating half the sky, but the Imperial Preceptor Wen had not returned for quite some time.

Duan Xiangzhu stood beside Yan Shijin, her face growing increasingly anxious.

Yan Shijin leaned back in his chair, his voice weak but with a faint hint of a smile: "I doubt the Grand Preceptor Wen will be coming back. The fire was so big, he might be trapped inside."

Duan Xiangzhu gave him a cold look, said nothing, but her eyes were full of worry.

A while later, the Imperial Preceptor Wen still hadn't returned. Duan Xiangzhu gritted her teeth, raised her hand and tapped Yan Shijin on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious, before leaping towards the firelight.

As soon as she left, a dusty little figure squeezed through the crack in the courtyard gate and dashed to the chair.

Yun Shengsheng, her hands trembling, tried to untie the ropes binding Yan Shijin. The ropes were tied tightly, but she finally managed to get them off.

Yan Shijin slumped forward in her chair, and Yun Shengsheng quickly reached out to catch her. Then she discovered a cruel truth.

She was four and a half years old, and Yan Shijin was seven and a half years old.

Even though Yan Shijin was much thinner than her peers, she was still taller and heavier than her. She simply couldn't carry her.

It's okay if you can't carry it, you can drag it.

Yun Shengsheng reached under Yan Shijin's armpits with both hands and pulled forward with all her might, like an ant dragging a leaf, inching towards the door, but with little success.

In the end, he could only take out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, scoop out a large lump of the contents with his fingers, and stuff it into Yan Shijin's mouth.

Yan Shijin's body jerked violently, his eyes snapped open, his face turned from pale to ashen, and he let out a muffled groan of unknown meaning.

He was panting heavily, looking at Yun Shengsheng with an extremely complicated expression. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Yun Shengsheng, what did you feed me?"

Yun Shengsheng scratched his head awkwardly and said haphazardly, "It's a good medicine for curing illnesses. Now that you're awake, Brother Shijin, let's hurry up and run."

I'm not going to tell him that I fed him wasabi!

[I went through a lot of trouble to get this from wild mustard seeds, and it was just a tiny bit. Anyway, it's much better than what he used to eat, like rabbit droppings...]

Yan Shijin's face turned pale and then white, then pale and then pale again.

He didn't know what "wasabi" was, but his feeling at that moment was very direct. The smell not only assaulted his nose, but also his brain, blasting him all the way from his nasal cavity to the top of his head.

His previously hazy consciousness was jolted awake by this, but he no longer wanted to eat.

"Hurry up." He struggled to stand up, and Yun Shengsheng quickly helped him up.

The two stumbled and shuffled toward the gate.

As Yun Shengsheng walked, she asked him in a low voice, her tone urgent and worried: "Brother Shijin, what happened to you? How did you get arrested? How did Grand Preceptor Wen become a bad person?"

Yan Shijin frowned, her voice hoarse and short: "This is not the time to talk about this, let's go."

Yun Shengsheng pouted and stopped talking.

The two had stumbled and walked a short distance when they bumped into a figure.

Yun Shengsheng's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously pulled Yan Shijin behind her, although it was practically impossible for her to block him with her size.

But Yan Shijin stood still.

Minglan quickly walked up to her, lowered her voice, and her expression was completely different from when she was in the courtyard: "Master, everything is arranged."

Yan Shijin nodded.

Yun Shengsheng opened her mouth wide, looking at Minglan and then at Yan Shijin.

[Minglan isn't a bad person, is she? She's a double agent?!]

So, what she did in the courtyard just now was an act for the Imperial Preceptor Wen?

Yan Shijin didn't answer the series of questions in Yun Shengsheng's mind, but pulled her away and walked out.

As Yun Shengsheng was being pulled along at a jog, she turned back and asked Minglan, "Hey, Sister Minglan, did you see Princess Yongjia and the others just now?"

[I've been out for so long and haven't gone back yet. If they wake up and find I'm not there, will they come looking for me? Please, please don't look for me! If I run into Imperial Preceptor Wen, everything will be over.]

Minglan answered briefly, "I was afraid they would ruin things, so I drugged them and hid them in a side room."

Yun Shengsheng was relieved. As long as she didn't wander off, everything would be fine.

Unfortunately, they hadn't gone far when they heard footsteps behind them, getting closer and closer.

Yun Shengsheng was so frightened that she ran even faster.

[If I had known that Imperial Preceptor Wen was so powerful, I should have added a few more ingredients when I set the fire!!]

Yan Shijin was surprised.

He said, "How could such a small fire have trapped the Imperial Preceptor for so long?" It turned out that the girl had added medicine to the fire.

As soon as the three of them stepped out of the manor gate, a sharp palm strike came from behind them.

Minglan was startled and flashed behind the two of them, taking the blow head-on. She groaned and stumbled back three steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, this block absorbed all the force from Yun Shengsheng and Yan Shijin. They were only pushed back by the aftershock of the palm strike, fell to the ground and rolled half a circle, but were not injured.

Yun Shengsheng struggled to her feet, still feeling a little dizzy. Turning her head, she saw the Imperial Preceptor Wen…