The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

Yu Jinzhou grabbed Emperor Yuanjing's arm and said gently, "Prime Minister Yan was promoted by your father. His loyalty is known to all. He will never murder your father. Your Majesty, please stop making trouble. I will help you to rest on the couch."

The last hope was shattered, and Emperor Yuan Jing's back seemed to bend in an instant. He looked at his most beloved son, and after a few breaths, he moved his gaze to Yan Yongchen's face and asked calmly, "When did you two get together?"

After a moment of silence, Yu Jinzhou saw that Yan Yongchen had no intention of answering, so he replied, "My son and Minister Yan hit it off right away."

"I feel like I've known Minister Yan for a long time since we met." Emperor Yuan Jing suddenly felt extremely sad. Yan Yongchen was fine, but he was an outsider. The third son was his most beloved son and the heir to the throne. He didn't understand why he betrayed him.

Looking at Yu Jinzhou who was so close, Emperor Yuan Jing felt sad and strange at the same time. "Sooner or later, I will give you my throne. Why do you want to collude with others and harm your own blood relatives?"

Yu Jinzhou helped him sit down on the couch, bent down to pick up the thin blanket that had fallen on the ground, "I have never been a patient person. Life is only a few decades long, and most of my life has been spent being looked down upon and oppressed by others. In the end, I only have a little time to be proud of myself. For me, this is far from enough."

Looking at the thin quilt covering his legs, Emperor Yuanjing felt as if his heart was stabbed. The person who hurt him was his most cared-for son, and he had to suppress the pain in his heart.

He asked in a trembling voice, "But my son, you are trying to get the skin of a tiger or a wolf. How can you be sure that you will enjoy glory in the end?"

"Man proposes, God disposes. I only believe in the first half of this sentence. Whether you can enjoy the emperor's honor for a long time depends on how capable I am!" Yu Jinzhou spoke lightly, but in his eyes was the confidence and determination that only young people have.

Hearing this, Emperor Yuan Jing smiled, using his smile to cover up his inner pain, "I have indeed raised a good son. My years of hard work have not been in vain!"

After a while, he put away the bitter smile on his face and raised his eyes like dry wells, "Just tell me, how do you want to end me?"

Yan Yongchen at the side said quietly, "How can the emperor have such a bad memory? You are the emperor, no one will put you to death. At the grand court tomorrow, if the emperor is unwilling to issue an edict of guilt, the blood curse written by the emperor himself will be spread to all parts of Dafeng within half a month."

"If I issue an edict of repentance, and you still make the blood curse public, what can I do to you?" Emperor Yuanjing's tone was calmer than death.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. Although I am not an upright and kind person, I will definitely keep my promise. I will swear on my life, confess my sins and live, and curse myself with blood and die!"

Yan Yongchen's assurance did not comfort Emperor Yuan Jing much. He closed his eyes helplessly and said, "Okay, I will issue an edict of apology."

On July 16, the 26th year of Yuanjing, Emperor Yuanjing wrote a self-criticism edict in his own handwriting. The edict of more than 300 words summarized the whole process of the massacre of the Wu Yue tribe and the emperor's current remorse.

It was the end of July when the emperor's edict of repentance reached Chaoyang City.

The small courtyard where Yan Muxi once lived temporarily is still there. Minghui and Mingxin arrived in Chaoyang City three days earlier than their group. Several adults and two children squeezed into one courtyard, and it was so lively and looked like a family.

In the afternoon, seeing Yan Muyun coming in, Qing Ge'er rushed over and shouted, "Mother~"

"It's so hot, go play!" Yan Muyun pulled her son down from his arms, picked up the palm-leaf fan on the table, and fanned him while saying, "The cargo ship will dock in three days, so we have to wait a few more days."

Qingge'er was not angry even though his mother despised him. He grabbed the fan with a smile, stuck his butt out, and started fanning Yan Muyun.

"Third sister is in such a hurry to return to Northern Frontier. Could it be that you miss your husband so much that you can't stand it?" Yan Muxi said while pulling Ming Xin into his arms to comfort her.

The little girl was usually fine and well-behaved, but when she saw Qing Ge'er being close to her mother, she puffed up her face and seemed to be about to cry.

Yan Muyun rolled her eyes. "Tsk! I don't miss him at all! I'm just worried about the Injured Barracks and Jincheng."

"Come on! Just think about it, who are you trying to show off to?" Yan Muxi joked with a smile.

Qing Ge'er at the side interrupted, "I miss Daddy, too!"

"Others miss you too. Do you still remember what your father looks like?" Yan Muxi pulled Qingger over and let him and Mingxin sit side by side on a small stool so that he could fan the two little guys together.

Qing Geer stood up unconvinced, "I remember my father, he was a great general, the most powerful!"

"My father is also very powerful!" Ming Xin suddenly spoke timidly.

Yan Muxi and Yan Muyun looked at each other and saw sadness and helplessness in each other's eyes.

With a sigh in his heart, Yan Muxi pulled Mingxin to him and gently instructed: "Mingxin, don't call father the king anymore. You should call father "Dad" and mother "Mother" like Qing'er."

"Why can't I call him father?" Ming Xin tilted her head, looking very puzzled.

Yan Muxi rubbed her bun and spoke in the softest tone, "Because your father and mother are very noble people, if the bad guys knew that Mingxin was their daughter, they would arrest Mingxin and threaten your father and mother. In order not to cause trouble for them, Mingxin must keep the secret and cannot let the bad guys know that you are the daughter of your father and mother. Do you understand?"

Ming Xin nodded, not quite understanding, "Xin'er won't cause any trouble, father..." Realizing that she had said something wrong again, she quickly covered her mouth and whispered in Yan Muxi's ear, "Xin'er, be good and don't cause any trouble. Then, father and mother, when will you come to take Xin'er home?"

Seeing the little girl's big eyes filled with tears again, Yan Muxi felt distressed and sad, and hurriedly hugged her to comfort her, "As long as Xin'er behaves well, they will come to take Xin'er home soon?"

It's difficult for adults to let go of things, let alone a three-year-old child. It's so heartbreaking. What's sad is that Mingxin may never see her biological parents again in this life.

Minghui came out from the side room and said, "It's time to apply the medicine. Mingxin, follow grandma into the room to apply the ointment."

Although Mingxin managed to survive, she was left with scars of varying sizes on her face and body. Fortunately, she was young and could slowly fade away with time by applying Minghui's special ointment several times a day.

Seeing that Qing Ge'er was about to follow him into the house, Yan Muyun pulled her son back and said, "The little girl is applying medicine, why are you following her?"

Qingger pouted in dissatisfaction. Applying medicine was boring. He just wanted to make sister Xiner happy!

As soon as Yan Muyun pulled her son back, the little guy rushed into the house.

Seeing Yan Muyun trying to chase after him like a demon, Yan Muxi advised with curved eyes, "The child is only two or three years old, it's not time to strictly follow the rules of gender separation, let Qing go! Before we leave, Third Sister should also leave a good impression of a loving mother to the child."

Yan Muyun turned back and sat down on the rattan chair with a snort, "This creature of a rascal, when I'm not around, I miss him like crazy, but when we're together, he's annoying. It's so annoying!"

Too lazy to mention her own son, Yan Muyun complained and changed the subject, "Forcing Emperor Yuan Jing to issue an edict of guilt is equivalent to stripping the emperor naked and whipping his corpse in public. How did Yan Yongchen do it?"

How did he do it? Yan Muxi put away his smile, his eyes filled with sarcasm, "Because Yan Yongchen got the blood curse, Emperor Yuanjing had to accept his threat."

"What blood curse? How does second sister know that Yan Yongchen has a blood curse in his hand?" Yan Muyun was even more confused.