Yun Ziyu took a bite of the pancake and her eyes lit up. "Delicious, so delicious! This is the first time I've ever eaten a pancake like this. The chefs at the Prince's Mansion truly live up to their reputation."

Yun Ziheng was full of praise.

Mo Beichen suddenly spoke up, "Luo Luo made this for me herself."

I finally have the opportunity to make a statement.

The two of them looked at Yun Qingluo at the same time. "Luoluo never lifts a finger at home. How come she has to do everything herself after marrying into the royal family?"

"If Luo Luo is unhappy, just come home. Your brothers will take care of you for the rest of your life," Yun Ziheng said with concern.

When Mo Beichen heard them encouraging Yun Qingluo to leave him, his face turned cold. "I will take good care of Luoluo myself."

"Your idea of ​​taking care of you is to have Luo Luo cook for you?"

Hmph, none of them have ever eaten a meal cooked by Luo Luo herself.

He got a steal.

Seeing that things were going well but then became tense again, Yun Qingluo felt a headache coming on and regretted having her eldest and second brothers come along.

"Brothers, I want to cook for myself. Achen takes good care of me at the Prince's Mansion. I like to experiment with food when I'm bored. However, the meals are all made by the chefs in the manor. I only cook something special occasionally."

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it gets cold." Yun Qinglu poured a cup of fruit tea for each person to distract them.

"Ah Chen, you have to take your medicine after you finish eating." Because of the long distance, Yun Qingluo specially made Mo Beichen's medicine into pills. There was too much time, so she only made a half-month's supply.

However, with the pills from her medical system, she can take them for a month without any problem.

The carriage moved forward smoothly but at a fast speed.

To save time, all the guards rode horses, and the carriages were pulled by Akhal-Teke horses. At this speed, they would definitely reach the southwest within a month.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly the carriage jolted, and the sound of arrows raining down outside the window could be heard.

"Oh no! There's an assassin! Protect the prince!" a guard shouted, standing beside the carriage with a knife in hand.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu flew to the top of the carriage and used their swords to block the incoming rain of arrows.

Yun Ziheng's face turned cold. "We haven't gone very far, and some people are already getting impatient."

Yun Ziyu scoffed, "Those who are hoping for the prince's death are probably not going to have a peaceful journey. Little sister, stay hidden. I'll go and meet them."

After saying that, he picked up his sword and flew out of the carriage.

“These people are suicide squads, I doubt we’ll get anything out of them. Mo Feng, leave no one alive.” Mo Beichen pulled back the curtains, his eyes dark as he looked at the men in black outside.

In broad daylight, right under the imperial city walls, they dared to openly assassinate someone by ear.

He would never believe it if you told him it wasn't his good brother's doing.

Mo Beichen wanted to comfort Yun Qingluo and tell her not to be afraid, but when he turned around, he saw Yun Qingluo calmly eating a scallion pancake, holding a cup of tea in one hand, and enjoying her meal very much.

Mo Beichen smiled indulgently. How could his Luo Luo be a delicate woman?

Yun Qingluo regained her memories from her previous life. She had seen and killed countless people, so she didn't take this kind of small-scale assassination attempt seriously at all.

Just smelling the blood on the tip of my nose, I knew the battle outside was fierce, and my good mood for eating vanished instantly.

However, she guessed that this was probably not the emperor's doing. After all, he had already set up a trap in the southwest, so why was he in such a hurry?

So who will be the assassin this time?

Yun Qingluo thought about it for eight days, but still had no clue.

Forget it, anyway, Mo Beichen has a bad temper, and there are quite a few people who want him dead. If you really wanted to count them, you wouldn't be able to.

Seeing Yun Qingluo frown, Mo Beichen asked with concern, "Luoluo, are you feeling unwell?"

Yun Qinglu sniffed and said somewhat angrily, "The smell of blood is awful."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen raised an eyebrow and said to the outsider, "Mo Yu, clean up the mess as soon as possible and leave this place."

A short while later, Mo Feng and Mo Yu came to report that they had all been killed.

Yun Ziyu followed in, her clothes stained with blood. Mo Beichen frowned, glanced back at Yun Qingluo, and was about to speak when he saw Yun Qingluo panic.

"Second Brother, are you injured?" Yun Qingluo put down her cup, left Mo Beichen's embrace, and stepped forward to grab Yun Ziyu's sleeve, asking anxiously.

Mo Beichen felt his arms were empty, and a sense of loss swept through his heart. He watched with a deep look as Yun Qingluo showed concern for Yun Ziyu.

Yun Ziyu waved his hand dismissively, "How could I be injured? This is all the blood of those assassins, don't worry."

Yun Qingluo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Beichen drew back the curtains and instructed, "Mo Feng, take the Second Young Master to change his clothes."

Luo Luo disliked the smell of blood on him.

Yun Ziyu then noticed that Yun Qingluo was not feeling well, and immediately blamed himself, saying, "It's my fault. I forgot that my little sister doesn't like the smell of blood. Go change your clothes right away, Luoluo, don't worry."

Yun Qingluo wanted to explain, but then she saw Yun Ziyu quickly slip out of the carriage, so she gave up on the idea.

Yun Ziheng said softly, "Luo Luo, don't worry. Your second brother has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His martial arts skills are above mine. Those small fry are not enough for him to practice on."

The clouds tilted and nodded.

The carriage continued its journey until evening, when it was almost dark, before finally finding a dilapidated temple.

Mo Beichen frowned. "Keep going and find an inn."

He didn't want Luo Luo to suffer with her.

Yun Qingluo took Mo Beichen's hand. "Achen, we haven't eaten all day. This temple may be old and dilapidated, but it can still keep us warm. Let's rest here tonight. I'll sleep in the carriage."

Mo Beichen wanted to object, but seeing Yun Qingluo's attitude that she would ignore him if he didn't agree, he didn't dare to object anymore and could only nod slightly.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu helped Mo Beichen down from the carriage and into his wheelchair. Yun Qingluo pushed Mo Beichen inside, where the interior had been cleaned and two bonfires had been lit.

Yun Ziheng and Yun Ziyu walked behind.

Yun Ziyu sighed, "I was worried that the prince would bully Luo Luo, but it seems that I was worrying for nothing. The prince is clearly completely under Luo Luo's thumb. It's good enough that she doesn't bully the prince."

“My parents’ judgment is never wrong.” Yun Ziheng smiled slightly as he watched the two figures walking harmoniously from behind.

Upon entering the dilapidated temple, the four masters sat around one fire, while the rest of the people gathered around another.

Yun Qingluo reheated the seafood fried rice she had made that morning in her own pot, and then took out the pickled green beans to eat with the rice.

At the other campfire, Yun Qingluo helped them cook a big pot of noodle soup, which was delicious and filling.

At first, they were all reluctant to let Yun Qingluo do it herself, but Yun Qingluo insisted, "There are eight guards and four of us, so there are only twelve people in total. When we are out and about, we should naturally look after each other."

She didn't want to spout any nonsense about people being equal in status or wealth; in this dynasty where imperial power reigned supreme, that was utter rubbish.

Here, people are divided into different classes, a concept ingrained in their bones for generations. There is really no need for her to try to persuade the ancients of their deeply rooted ideas with modern thinking.

But regarding imperial power, she could at least say: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."