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

Yan Shijin found himself standing next to Yun Shengsheng at some point.

He wore a moon-white robe, the cuffs of which swayed slightly in the night breeze. His expression remained as indifferent as ever, as if the bloody battle at the foot of the mountain had nothing to do with him.

His gaze was fixed on the battle ahead, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Yun Shengsheng.

I felt a little flustered.

He just gave himself away; hopefully Yun Shengsheng didn't find out.

His eyes darted around, and he casually asked again, "Is Mr. Wen very capable?"

Yun Shengsheng squinted at him and nodded: "Yeah, impressive. Super impressive!"

"Then why do you always think about skipping class?" Yan Shijin's tone carried a hint of a smile.

"If you master martial arts, you can be just as skilled as Mr. Wen."

Yun Shengsheng nodded, but something still felt off.

[Perhaps... it's just a coincidence.]

[Wait, there's a snake behind Yan Shijin, a poisonous snake!]

Just as Yan Shijin was about to move, he seemed to notice something and immediately steadied himself, his eyes still fixed on the battle ahead.

Yun Shengsheng looked at him suspiciously, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

[That startled me; I thought he could hear what I was thinking.]

Yan Shijin was also startled and broke out in a sweat, but she tried to remain calm.

Princess Yongjia and the others were overjoyed to see Mr. Wen and Yan Shijin arrive, feeling saved.

But the thought of them skipping class with Yun Shengsheng and getting caught red-handed made them feel a little guilty.

He stood silently to the side, trying to minimize his presence.

With Mr. Wen and his black-clad guards joining the fray, the battle was over in less than fifteen minutes.

None of the men in black on the other side were spared; they were all lying down.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and when the mountain breeze blew by, Yun Shengsheng couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

At this moment, Mr. Wen seemed to only then notice Yun Shengsheng and the others.

The gentleman, who usually speaks gently, had a terribly somber expression today.

The four little ones stood in a row in front of him, their heads bowed so low they almost wanted to bury them in his chest.

"You left the manor without permission, didn't return after dark, and almost ran into a fight. If I don't punish you today, it would be my fault."

Yan Shijin watched from the side without saying a word.

"You will be punished by not sleeping tonight. You will squat in a horse stance for 15 minutes, practice swordsmanship for 15 minutes, copy military strategies for 15 minutes, and do a handstand for 15 minutes. This cycle will continue until the end of Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."

The four children's faces fell simultaneously. But they dared not object, and could only nod, "Yes, sir!"

Mr. Wen glanced at them a few more times, then turned and left.

Yan Shijin patted Yun Shengsheng on the shoulder, "Accept your punishment properly!" Then he left.

The four little ones had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate and walk back. After dinner, they went to the martial arts room.

Line up and squat in a horse stance.

Princess Yongjia kept her brows furrowed.

Linlang thought she was unhappy, so she leaned closer and whispered, "Just bear with it, it will pass."

Princess Yongjia shook her head, glanced around to make sure Mr. Wen wasn't there, and then lowered her voice to speak to her three friends.

"It's not that I'm afraid of punishment. I'm wondering if those men in black are planning to assassinate my cousin?"

Linlang and Muyu both widened their eyes at the same time.

Yun Shengsheng silently rolled her eyes in her mind.

【No, is there even a need to "doubt" this? Those men in black weren't after Yan Shijin, were they after you?】

Oh, I forgot, Princess Yongjia also has something going on. It might really be aimed at her.

[His scumbag father, the princess's husband, had a mistress. They even had twins, two years older than Princess Yongjia!]

The prince consort believed his mistress was his true love, but in reality, she belonged to the Prince of Yong, and the child was also the Prince of Yong's.

[By the way, in the original story, it seems this mistress colluded with Prince Yong to almost kill the Eldest Princess and her children...]

The eldest princess is the crown prince's biggest supporter!

Yan Shijin, who had originally just been passing by and wanted to take a look at Yun Shengsheng, frowned.

However, with such a large-scale operation today, dealing with just a princess would be too much, so it's highly likely that they're still targeting Yan Shijin...

Yun Shengsheng's mind had already started to sort things out along this line.

At this point in time, the old emperor's health was already very poor. He had so many sons and grandsons, which one wouldn't want that chair? But sitting on the throne was Yan Shijin's father, the rightful heir, blocking everyone else's path completely.

However, the Crown Prince also has a fatal weakness.

He and the Crown Princess were deeply in love, and he had no concubines or mistresses. The Crown Princess had only given birth to one son, Yan Shijin, over the years. Unfortunately, Yan Shijin was in very poor health, frequently falling ill, and seemed unlikely to live long.

Therefore, if Yan Shijin were to meet with misfortune, the Crown Prince would be without an heir. A Crown Prince without an heir would naturally be unable to secure the throne.

[However, my fifth senior brother and I examined Yan Shijin's pulse, and apart from being a little thinner, he's perfectly healthy. But in public, he still acts like he's on his deathbed... Hmm, probably he's setting a trap.]

So, could tonight's events have been intentional on Yan Shijin's part...?

[Ugh, what does this have to do with a kid like me? Instead of wasting time and brainpower on this, I'd be better off thinking about how to be lazy...]

Yan Shijin smiled slightly and turned to leave.

The night was already deep, and the wind from the mountaintop poured into the manor from all directions, making the lanterns under the eaves sway back and forth, casting flickering light and shadow on the walls.

It was a place like a dungeon, with damp walls and an air thick with the smell of rust and blood.

Several men in black were hanging on the rack; their clothes had long been torn to shreds, and their exposed skin was covered in bloodstains.

Several people who had already fainted were revived by being splashed with water.

Mo Ning held a red-hot branding iron in his hand, the orange light reflecting off his face, his tone chilling: "Now, is anyone willing to speak? Who is behind this?"

The man in black gritted his teeth, blood seeping from between them, but he still refused to utter a single word.

Yan Shijin came in, glanced at the scene, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Just ask around, if they don't talk, just kill them."

After saying that, he walked out of the dark and cramped place without looking back.

Mr. Wen followed him out.

When the night breeze blew by, neither of them spoke until they reached a secluded corridor, where Mr. Wen lowered his voice and spoke.

"It seems things have gotten out of hand in the capital. With only His Highness the Crown Prince there to deal with it, and neither you nor the Crown Princess present, will it be enough?"

Yan Shijin's lips curled up slightly.

"That's the best way! Play dumb to fool the enemy, use softness to overcome hardness..."