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

Mr. Wen raised an eyebrow. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Yan Shijin replied, "My grandfather was terrified of dying. Now that he has one foot in the coffin, there is only one thing he fears most—being usurped from the throne."

His voice was unhurried, as if he were talking about something that didn't concern him much.

"And the person closest to that position is my father. So the person he's guarding against the most right now is also my father."

"If we become particularly powerful at this time, suppressing the other princes to the point that they can't even breathe, leaving them no chance to take advantage, then we will become the most conspicuous people in the eyes of the Emperor. We will be the ones who suffer then."

"But if we are weak now, looking vulnerable, while the other princes are aggressive and eager to ride roughshod over my father—" He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice, "then my grandfather's thoughts will be different."

"My father is, after all, the Crown Prince, the rightful heir appointed by my grandfather. They still dare to lay a hand on my father, which means they are not taking my grandfather's decree seriously. This is disobedience."

Yan Shijin glanced at Mr. Wen, the smile on his lips deepening. "What do you think my imperial grandfather will think?"

Mr. Wen's eyes lit up, and he slowly nodded: "The young master is indeed far-sighted."

"Alright, everything proceeds according to plan." Yan Shijin gazed at the distant, overlapping mountain shadows, the night wind making his robes flutter. "Father's hard days are almost over."

Half an hour later, Mo Ning came to report back.

"Master, one of those men in black confessed, but the rest didn't. I've dealt with them all."

Yan Shijin nodded upon hearing this: "What did the people who confessed say?"

Mo Ning frowned, scratched his head, and said, "He said... he's a man of the Prince of Yong."

Yan Shijin showed neither surprise nor anger, but calmly asked, "Oh? What do you think?"

Mo Ning frowned even more: "I think he's lying."

"He's trying to exonerate his true master by implicating Prince Yong."

"His Highness Prince Yong is the Crown Prince's younger brother, born of the same parents. He has always respected the Crown Prince and never participates in court affairs. He prefers to travel and wander around, avoiding court matters as much as possible. How could he possibly be involved in the assassination attempt on you? This is not—"

He swallowed the rest of his sentence, lowered his head, and dared not say another word.

Yan Shijin slowly narrowed his eyes.

He used to think that way too.

His good uncle seems like a carefree and heartless prince.

He's lazy and irresponsible, and he hates nothing more than the scheming and backstabbing in the capital.

He wanders around all year round, rarely returning to the capital. When they do meet, he greets them with a smile, asking about their health and studies, acting like a kind elder.

In his previous life, his father did indeed secure the throne. And he himself was made crown prince.

But his health still didn't improve, and it got worse day by day.

His father had told him with great concern that if he ever couldn't hold on any longer, he should make the Prince of Yong the Crown Prince and let him inherit the throne.

He finally passed away when he was sixteen.

He only discovered before his death that a nanny who had served him for more than ten years had been poisoning his food for a long time.

The poison was extremely sophisticated and well-hidden; even Elder Li failed to detect it.

He died with this secret in his heart, without having had time to do anything.

So, having been given a second chance at life, my first thought was to find out who was behind the poisoning.

He captured the old woman, then tortured her severely, arrested her son, but couldn't get anything out of her.

He had suspected many people, but he never imagined it would be the Prince of Yong.

If it weren't for Yun Shengsheng's heartfelt words, he might never have doubted it in his entire life...

He figured that after he died in his previous life, his uncle was made the Crown Prince.

Perhaps before long, my father will also "naturally" pass away.

Then that good uncle who never participated in politics and loved traveling and sightseeing could rightfully ascend the throne.

Yan Shijin's lips curled into a smile, his eyes filled with a cold glint.

In his past life, he and his father worked tirelessly, sparing no effort and planning every step carefully, only to find that in the end, they were just doing all the work for someone else.

He raised his eyes, his gaze eerily calm, but his tone was light and airy.

"Go, have our men keep a close eye on the Grand Princess's husband. Investigate everything, big or small."

Mo Ning was taken aback.

The Grand Princess's consort?

That's the master's own aunt's husband.

He immediately bowed and agreed.

"Furthermore," Yan Shijin's voice grew even colder, "have the secret police keep an eye on Prince Yong, making sure he doesn't notice, and pay attention to every detail."

Mo Ning was truly shocked this time.

Prince Yong, the Crown Prince's younger brother, and the master's uncle.

Did the master actually listen to what that assassin in black said?

Not only did they listen to it, but they also directly dispatched their secret forces to investigate?

He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but when he saw his master's terrifyingly deep eyes, he swallowed all his words.

"Your subordinate obeys..."

……

Dust swirls along the official road in the northwest, hundreds of miles away.

Dozens of soldiers and yamen runners drove a procession of more than two hundred exiles forward.

The prisoners were all wearing shackles and chains, and they walked with difficulty, their steps unsteady. If they slowed down even slightly, the whip would lash out.

The shouts and the clanging of chains on the ground mingled together, carrying far across the empty wilderness.

The Ming Prince's Mansion was able to prepare in advance thanks to the letter that Yun Shengsheng sent.

Therefore, Prince Ming did not die, and Zhen Linqing's leg was not broken.

However, they could not escape the confiscation of their property and exile. The entire family of more than two hundred people was sent to the desolate northwest to reclaim wasteland and farm.

The hardships involved are unimaginable.

Yun Pianpian told Yun Huaikang and Gan Yuwan about this matter, saying that she wanted to go and take care of them.

Neither Yun Huaikang nor Gan Yuwan stopped them.

Their family's good life today is entirely due to Zhen Linqing's help. No matter how ungrateful they are, they should never forget this.

Yun Huaikang sighed and immediately asked Wu Changchun to arrange for two people to follow him.

Wu Changchun nodded, "Yes, I'll bring some people and accompany the Second Miss."

Yun Huaikang naturally wouldn't refuse. They currently have over a hundred wounded soldiers here, all sent by the Ming Prince's Mansion.

These people were very worried when they heard that something had happened at the Prince Ming's residence.

If it weren't for Yun Huaikang's encouragement and advice to earn more money to send to the Ming Prince's family so that their lives could be better, these wounded soldiers wouldn't have run away.

It took Yun Pianpian and the others several days to finally see the exile procession.

Yun Pianpian pursed her lips, searching for Zhen Linqing among the ragged people, but she couldn't find her anywhere.

Wu Changchun noticed it first and pointed it out to her.

"Look at the very back, those people are Prince Ming's family."

"The one supporting Prince Ming is the heir apparent..."