She refused to marry.

Su Wanwan nodded.

"The Crown Prince cut off Fengchen Jun's military supplies, and now he is being attacked from both sides by Changxin Wang. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold out for long. I heard he's already trapped in a mountain ravine, and the military dispatches he sent back have all been intercepted by the Crown Prince..."

Su Wanwan didn't hear a single word that followed.

All I could think about was the image of Feng Chenjun's tragic death.

Uncle San rushed back, saying he had received word that the Princess's work had been suspended.

After discussing it as a family, they decided to lay low for a while.

That night, Su Wanwan was awakened by a nightmare again; she was looking for Feng Chenjun in her dream once more.

A decision was made on the spot.

Su Wanwan bid farewell to her father on business matters, took the ring and Ying Zheng's jade pendant, and selected two capable servants to leave the city.

Outside the city, a group of people were already waiting.

"Manager, the provisions are all ready."

"Alright, let's go." Su Wanwan got into the carriage.

The carriage traveled along the vast, boundless road.

Su Wanwan turned around and glanced back.

Perhaps, when I return next time, I will have been reborn at the Princess's banquet.

After the convoy had been traveling for about half a day, a familiar yet irritating voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Sister Wan!!!"

"Sister Wan!! Wait for me!"

Su Wanwan lifted the curtain and saw Su Xian rushing over, covered in sweat.

"Su Xian, what are you doing here?" Su Wanwan lifted the curtain.

"Father sent me. He said that a girl like you is easily taken advantage of when you're out in the world!" Su Xian pointed to the carriage. "Stop here first."

The carriage stopped.

Su Wanwan got off the carriage. "You're going to participate in the imperial examinations, what are you doing here?"

Su Xian touched her forehead. "Sister Wan, don't you know? I can't participate in the imperial examination. The Ministry of Rites recently removed a portion of the list. Any clan related to the Princess is not allowed to participate."

"The Crown Prince is determined to eliminate the remaining supporters of the Eldest Princess..." Su Wanwan patted his shoulder. "It's alright. At worst, I'll go into business in the next two years, get married, have children, and settle down before building a career."

"Sister Wan, please don't make fun of me..."

"Su Xian, I'm not going to the south, I'm going to the northern border. You should go back," Su Wanwan said in a low voice.

"Go to the Northern Border? There's a war there, Sister Wan, why are you going to such a dangerous place?" Su Xian's eyes widened.

"Go deliver the grain..." Su Wanwan said calmly.

"For whom?" Su Xian scratched his forehead.

"For Lord Fengchen," Su Wanwan said.

"What's the difference between that and sending someone to their death?" Su Xian plopped down on the carriage shaft. "Feng Chenjun is surrounded from both sides. Even if we go, we might not be able to get him to safety."

"We should at least give it a try." Su Wanwan walked up to him. "So, you should go back."

Su Xian pondered for a moment, then said, "Sister Wan, Uncle said that the rise and fall of the family is a matter of shared destiny; we must all work together. Since you say you want to go, then I will go with you! Let's go!"

Su Wanwan smiled and said, "Okay."

In the original story, Su Xian's meridians were severed and she was thrown into the street. Going with her might not be a bad thing.

The two boarded the carriage and quickened their pace, traveling for half a month.

The March wind carries the scent of tumbling earth, and the fields have been transformed into a verdant landscape, with new blossoms adorning the branches.

The beauty of spring fades the further north you go.

Beyond the pass, the distant mountains were shrouded in a gray haze, with unmelted snow remaining in the shady areas.

At first, Su Xian was very excited, leaning against the car window, finding everything new and interesting.

Later, he spoke less and less, and in the end he just silently stared out the window.

"Sister Wan," he suddenly spoke, "why does it still feel like winter here?"

Su Wanwan wrapped her fur coat tighter around herself. "It's common for it to snow in the northern border region in March."

After traveling for more than ten days, the carriage entered the northern territory.

The wind swept across the open fields, cutting like a knife into the bones.

Snow began to accumulate on the ground.

Su Xian, still shivering despite being wrapped in two layers of cotton-padded coats, glanced at Su Wanwan.

"Sister Wan, you don't look right. You need to change into men's clothes. I'll fix you up when we get to the town ahead."

The convoy stopped in a small town called Liuhe, the last densely populated place on its northward journey.

Further ahead lie continuous mountain ranges and uninhabited areas.

The town is very small, with a dirt road running north to south, lined with low mud-brick houses, and every household's doors and windows are tightly closed.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians would hurry past, their necks hunched, their eyes filled with wariness and aloofness.

Su Wanwan stopped in front of the courtyard where an elderly person lived.

The old man looked up at her once, then looked down again.

"Old man, what area is ahead?" Su Wanwan asked.

The old man's voice was hoarse: "Young lady, just ahead is White Lotus Mountain. There's a war going on there, with fleeing soldiers and bandits everywhere. What are you doing here, a young girl?"

Su Wanwan gazed at the hazy northern horizon, "White Lotus Mountain..."

Feng Chenjun is trapped in those mountains.

In the original story, 50,000 soldiers were reduced to less than a few hundred, their supplies were cut off, and the soldiers even ate the bark of the surrounding trees.

News reports were sent out from the mountains every day, but no support from the imperial court was seen.

"The army of King Changxin has already surrounded this place. Soon, the army of King Changxin will march south. Young lady, you should head back," the old man said.

Su Wanwan thanked the old man.

They led the convoy into a mountainous area.

Further on, the road became even more difficult.

The endless mountains transformed dirt roads into gravel roads, and gravel roads into paths trodden by horse caravans.

At its narrowest point, a carriage could barely pass through, with half of its wheels hanging over the edge of the cliff.

The number of people accompanying her dwindled day by day, so she tied the carriage together with ropes.

To prevent them from getting lost.

Su Xian dared not look out the window, he was terrified. Seeing that Sister Wan was calm, he could only grip the carriage shaft tightly with both hands.

After five days of travel, the mountain slopes gradually flattened, and the view opened up. In the distance, a gray-blue mountain range appeared, its peaks covered with snow, gleaming sharply in the sunlight.

The old coachman reined in the car, squinted at it, and turned to Su Wanwan, saying, "Miss, that's White Lotus Mountain."

Su Wanwan lifted the curtain and stepped out, standing on the carriage floor, holding onto the canopy, gazing at the mountain range.

The wind was strong, making her dress flutter and her hair brush against her face, impossible to move away from.

White Lotus Mountain.

Arrived.

Su Wanwan stopped the car and tidied up, gathering everyone together.

"The war zone is just ahead. If you encounter anyone with a knife, just hand over your belongings. Your lives are the most important thing. If you're scared, you can retreat now! Once you enter the mountains, there's no turning back!" Su Wanwan shouted.

"Manager Jin, we're not leaving. We agreed before we came that if I win this round, you'll pay for all the gambling den's debts! We're risking our lives, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Besides, even Manager Jin, a woman, isn't afraid! What are we afraid of? Manager Jin, just give the orders!"

"Alright! I thank you all!" Su Wanwan cupped her hands in thanks.

She had no confidence at all on this trip and was prepared to die.

If there is even a one in ten thousand chance that Fengchenjun can survive, it will be worth it.

Su Wanwan divided the caravan into three groups: one led by herself, one led by Su Xian, and the other led by the servants she brought.

Just sorted out.

The scouts came running from a distance, their faces filled with terror, "Shopkeeper!! Something terrible has happened! Run!"