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

Seeing that Yan Shijin didn't seem worried at all, Yun Shengsheng felt relieved and secretly peeked outside to observe the situation.

At first, they were at a disadvantage, as their guards were clearly outnumbered by the men in black surrounding them. But less than a quarter of an hour later, a large group of people rushed out of the woods.

They were all dressed in armor, clearly well-trained cavalry.

The men in black were attacked from both sides and were quickly defeated. They captured several prisoners. The general in armor dismounted and bowed to Yan Shijin's carriage.

"Your subordinate, Wang Tong, greets Your Highness!"

Yan Shijin did not lift the curtain, but simply said, "No need for formalities. The rest is up to Lord Wang Tong."

Wang Tong bowed respectfully and quickly ordered his men to remove all the corpses from the ground to clear the way for the carriage, watching as Yan Shijin's carriage departed.

The assassination took less than fifteen minutes from start to finish.

The rest of the journey was much calmer. Although there were two more assassination attempts, the number of people involved was smaller than before.

Later, Yun Shengsheng became too lazy to watch anymore.

When we finally arrived at our destination, it was already May; it had taken us more than half a month to get there.

Yun Shengsheng poked her head out of the carriage, looking out expectantly, but there was no bustling county town. No lively town.

Before me lay a deep, old forest, where trees were thicker than my waist and vines thicker than my arm. Birdsong emanated from the woods, but it didn't sound like ordinary birds.

The carriage traveled a little further in, and deep within these remote mountains and forests, there was actually a city hidden.

There were no plaques or names on the city wall.

Yun Shengsheng's eyes sparkled. [Could this be the legendary film studio?]

Yan Shijin smiled, knowing that nothing could be hidden from Sheng Sheng after all.

The city walls soared into the clouds, and the defenses were extremely tight.

The guards driving the carriage showed their tokens, and the massive city gate finally opened with a thunderous roar.

As the carriage entered the city, Yun Shengsheng peered out the window.

There weren't many people on the street, but those coming and going were mostly young and middle-aged men, each with a lithe physique and a brisk walk.

Occasionally, there are a few older people who look upright and move with great speed, clearly skilled martial artists.

The surrounding buildings are all built against the mountain, scattered at different heights, creating a magnificent and ingenious sight.

Good heavens, what kind of cultivation sect's mortal office is this?

The carriage didn't stop all the way, going straight to a restaurant deep in the city.

A shopkeeper-looking man was already waiting there. He greeted the carriage with a smile, his face rippling like waves on a lake.

She stepped forward and bowed, "This old servant, Zhou Yan, awaits Your Highness's esteemed arrival."

The next morning, after breakfast.

"Get in the car."

Yun Shengsheng: ? ? ?

Not again?!

The carriage exited through the back gate and continued uphill along the mountain road.

This journey took nearly two more hours. The road became steeper and steeper, the trees on both sides grew denser, and the fog became thicker and thicker.

For a moment, Yun Shengsheng felt as if she wasn't going to school, but to cultivate immortality, or even to ascend to heaven.

We finally reached the summit.

Yun Shengsheng got off the carriage, looked up, and her mouth gaped open.

Hidden atop the mountain was a manor with white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves. Surrounded by clouds and mist, with the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind, the white mist billowed as if the entire manor was suspended in the clouds.

[Is this the real Peach Blossom Paradise?]

A middle-aged man in his forties stood at the entrance of the manor. He was tall and slender with a refined and gentle face. Dressed in white, he stood amidst the clouds and mist, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked as if he had stepped out of a painting.

This is Mr. Wen.

Yan Shijin alighted from the carriage and bowed respectfully.

"The student has met the teacher."

Mr. Wen smiled and nodded, his voice as gentle as a mountain breeze: "You must be tired from your journey."

Yun Shengsheng was secretly observing Mr. Wen when her gaze slid to the side and she noticed a row of little radish heads standing next to him.

The oldest looked to be twelve or thirteen, and the youngest was only five or six. They varied in height and weight, and all of them stared at Yan Shijin with curious eyes.

Several young men stepped forward to bow to Yan Shijin, their voices rising in disarray.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"Greetings, Your Highness the Eldest Grandson!"

"Greetings, cousin!"

Yan Shijin nodded slightly: "Greetings, everyone. Please, no need for formalities."

He paused, took a half step to the side, and revealed Yun Shengsheng behind him.

The eyes of several young men all turned to her at once, as if they were watching a rare animal that had just arrived at the zoo.

Yun Shengsheng: "..."

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such a cute junior sister before?

Yan Shijin's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and distinct: "This is my study companion, Yun Shengsheng. From now on, everyone will see her as if they were seeing me..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Yun Shengsheng: "..."

"Bro, how am I supposed to keep a low profile and live a quiet life like a salted fish after this?"

From that day on, Yun Shengsheng's arduous academic journey began once again.

Previously, I followed Su Qing and Elder Li to learn about classics, history, philosophy, literature, medicine, and medicinal herbs—although it was tiring, at least I was learning while sitting down, which was mental work.

Accompanying Yan Shijin now is like entering hell mode.

Every day before dawn, she had to be at the training ground, practicing horse stance with the eldest grandson of the emperor.

Because Yan Shijin was physically weak, Mr. Wen gave him special permission to squat for only one incense stick's time each time.

When the time came, he would sit quietly to the side and read a book.

As his study companion, Yun Shengsheng had to squat for a full quarter of an hour.

Her thighs ached so much she questioned her existence, her calves trembled like leaves, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and splattered onto her feet.

Yun Shengsheng was very dissatisfied.

Why should he squat for a full incense stick while I have to squat for fifteen minutes?! I'm just a study companion, not squatting for him!

Is this what you call companionship? Isn't this more like surrogate literature? Am I supposed to take on the burdens of his health problems for him?

That morning, Yun Shengsheng opened her eyes, felt her thigh muscles still trembling slightly, and made a bold decision.

She clutched her stomach, her little face contorted, and told her little steward that her stomach hurt.

Then he successfully skipped class.

She secretly slipped away to the back of the mountain.

She discovered this place by chance a few days ago. There was a natural little hot spring pool with shallow water and just the right temperature. It was surrounded by a ring of unknown flowering trees and was incredibly beautiful.

She took off her shoes and socks and soaked her feet in the water, closing her eyes in comfort, ready to savor this stolen morning.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind them. There was more than one person.

She turned her head and saw three people walking towards her.

She recognized the one leading the group; she was Princess Yongjia, Yan Shijin's cousin. She was six years old, round and cute, with a delicate and exquisite appearance, but the expression on her face at that moment had absolutely nothing to do with the word "cute."

Princess Yongjia was followed by two little boys.

Yun Shengsheng also remembered them; one was named Linlang and the other Muyu. They were both relatives of the emperor, but they were distant relatives who had gone through many twists and turns.

It must have taken a lot of effort for their families to get them into this school.

I heard that before Yan Shijin arrived, these two people were always hanging around Princess Yongjia, like two little followers.

Princess Yongjia, hands on her hips and chin slightly raised, shouted in the most forceful voice a six-year-old could muster: "Yun Shengsheng! You come here!"

Yun Shengsheng sighed inwardly.

[Oh no, they're here to cause trouble...]