The legitimate daughter becomes cannon fodder? Rebirth to overthrow the system's fatality

The night was as dark as ink, and the entire mansion was so quiet that only the occasional sound of the night watchman could be heard.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, and Chu Ze drank his tea slowly. Opposite him was a teacup, and he was obviously waiting for someone.

Soon, a man in a cloak walked in.

He bowed and saluted: "Your Highness."

"Prime Minister, please take a seat."

The man took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a slightly tired but still warm face.

Cheng Zongyang sat down opposite him and asked, "Your Highness has summoned me. What is the important matter?"

"Things are going to change." Chu Ze put down the teacup, his voice light.

Cheng Zongyang's expression changed instantly: "Then what does Your Highness want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything. Just take good care of your daughter, my future queen."

Seeing Cheng Zongyang's puzzled expression, Chu Ze explained, "Next, this king and Chu Heng will fight to the death. If Yuan'er gets involved, this king will be restrained. If she is hurt accidentally, this king and you will both be heartbroken."

Cheng Zongyang immediately assured: "Your Highness, rest assured, from today on, I will lock her up in the mansion..."

Chu Ze shook his head and interrupted Cheng Zongyang.

"It seems that you, Prime Minister, don't know your daughter very well. With Yuan'er's kung fu, how can you keep her captive?"

"Kung Fu? Just the superficial Kung Fu taught in Baichuan Academy? Your Highness, don't worry. The guards in my house..."

"Superficial Kung Fu? Ling Qianjin's Kung Fu is not inferior to mine."

Cheng Zongyang was dumbfounded.

"How is that possible? Your Highness, you are joking..."

"I am not joking. It seems that Yuan'er has had many adventures in Gusu during her seven years. Your people cannot trap her. Besides, what I want is for her to be willing, willing to stay by my side, willing to wear my wedding dress and marry me."

Cheng Zongyang's mouth twitched.

Given Cheng Jiuyuan's attitude, it would be too difficult for her to be willing.

Chu Ze continued: "No matter how powerful a person is, he or she has weaknesses. I want you to send someone to Gusu..."

……

Several days passed in a dull and uneventful manner.

Outside the city gate, Cheng Jiuyuan and Pei Xuan were waiting beside the carriage.

Song Lan pointed forward and said excitedly, "Here it comes!"

After a while, a carriage drove over in the morning light.

The carriage stopped in front of Cheng Jiuyuan and the other person.

The curtain of the car was lifted, revealing a face that looked 50% similar to Pei Xuan.

He jumped off the carriage easily, walked up to Pei Xuan and Cheng Jiuyuan, and bowed, "Brother."

Then he looked at Cheng Jiuyuan and said with a smile, "Cousin."

"After not seeing each other for more than a year, my third cousin looks more and more like my eldest cousin."

The two of them look somewhat similar, but their temperaments are different.

Pei Xuan is humble and gentle, like an elegant and noble young man from aristocratic family.

Pei Jin's features were sparse, and his height was comparable to Pei Xuan's, but he was not as thin as Pei Xuan, and was more solid. He was not as gentle as Pei Xuan, and his black hair stood up high, which gave him a chivalrous air.

"Is everything okay at home? How are grandparents and mother?" Pei Xuan asked.

"Everything is fine, but grandma keeps talking about my cousin every day, saying that she wants to come to the capital. We were worried that she couldn't stand the fatigue of the journey, so we didn't let her come, but grandma sits at the door every day, sitting for most of the day."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiuyuan felt a sore nose.

She was really unfilial. After returning to Beijing for a year and a half, she did not go back to Suzhou to visit her grandparents.

No matter what happens this year, she will celebrate the New Year with her grandparents.

"Let's go back home first."

The three of them got on the carriage together and returned to Pei Mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.

"I am here only to participate in the military examination this time. I have discussed with my grandfather that since you have a literary elder brother, I will take the path of a military officer. With one of us being a literary and the other a martial artist, we can better protect the Pei family."

Cheng Jiuyuan nodded. This year, her uncle and second cousin seldom returned to Gusu, and seldom stayed in the capital. They were almost always on the road.

The Pei family's business grew bigger and bigger, and they also had industries in Northern Qi and other surrounding countries.

If there is no one in the court, I am afraid that it will not be possible to protect the huge assets of the Pei family.

Pei Xuan sighed: "I remember that you wanted to mingle in the martial arts world and do justice."

"As people grow up, their ideas will naturally change. As a military commander, I can protect the people and do good deeds. It is the same as my childhood self."

Cheng Jiuyuan had lunch at Pei Mansion before returning home.

At the end of the Wei hour (3pm), Mu Jin brought Chu Heng into the yard.

"Your Highness, are you busy recently?"

Chu Heng sat opposite her: "I am very busy. My father asked me to help with state affairs. I finally squeezed out some time today."

"By the way, my people have contacted Jiang Xiubai. Jiang Xiubai said that if he is given two months, he will be able to control the Black Armor Army."

"Two months... I hope these two months..."

As the two were talking, Chi Zhang hurried in from outside.

"Your Highness, something happened! The Emperor suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma!"

Chu Heng and the other man stood up.

Cheng Jiuyuan asked: "How could that be? Hasn't the emperor's poison been cured?"

Chu Heng immediately said: "Enter the palace!"

"I'll go with you!" Cheng Jiuyuan hurriedly followed.

Just as he reached the gate of the mansion, Cheng Zongyang hurried over.

"Yuan'er!"

Cheng Jiuyuan looked at him: "Dad, I'm going to the palace..."

"Go back to your room!" Cheng Zongyang said coldly.

Cheng Jiuyuan's eyes turned cold, and she turned her head away, ready to ignore him and continue leaving.

"Rebellious girl, don't you think about your grandparents?"

Cheng Jiuyuan turned back suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Zongyang looked at Cheng Jiuyuan expressionlessly.

"How dare you lay hands on my grandparents?!"

No one saw how Cheng Jiuyuan got to Cheng Zongyang. By the time they reacted, Cheng Jiuyuan's hands had already grabbed Cheng Zongyang's neck.

Cheng Zongyang was horrified. This rebellious girl was indeed very skilled in martial arts.

He felt as if his neck was clamped by an iron clamp, and could only squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Rebellious... daughter, you dare... to kill your father..."

"Yuan'er..." Chu Heng called out worriedly.

Cheng Jiuyuan threw a small porcelain bottle to Chu Heng, "Go into the palace first and feed the emperor."

Chu Heng was worried about changes in the palace, so he nodded while holding the porcelain bottle and left with Chi Zhang.

When they reached the gate of the mansion, Chu Heng ordered in a cold voice: "Send out people to find the whereabouts of the two elders of the Pei family!"

"Yes!"