Chapter 1503: Modern Extra (Finale) 3

Zhao Hezhen no longer felt that "family scandals should not be publicized".

"My grandfather was ostracized by Prince East Sea, and together with his severe illness, the Zhao Family’s prestige began to decline. At that time, marrying into your family was not only about the alliance between two families to protect the Zhao Family, but also to ensure the safety of my siblings."

Zhao Hezhen knew everything.

She also had a cousin, and if the next heir for the Shangcai Marquis was her uncle, then her cousin’s status would be even more honorable.

But her grandfather still chose to have her marry into the Fu Family, just to use Fu Zhi’s hand to protect her siblings.

Fu Zhi gradually replaced Zhao Changyu in the court as the leader of the loyalist faction.

The power that Zhao Changyu held, which Zhao Zhongyu could not inherit, was to be transitioned to Fu Zhi, who would lead the fight against Prince East Sea and other nobles, protecting the emperor.

"It’s a pity that although my grandfather had this plan, your grandfather knew about it and our grand-uncle had an understanding, my uncle and aunt were too foolish, oh, and those cousins of mine were also extremely foolish. They thought grandfather wanted us to marry into your family to support the Second Son as the Princely Heir. Little did they know, all my grandfather wished for was the safety of my Second Brother and me."

Fu Changrong finally asked, "Who exactly was behind your incident?"

"Who knows?" Zhao Hezhen said. "It could only be my uncle and aunt, or those cousins of mine. Now it’s too late to say anything, I can’t go back."

Seeing her upset, Fu Changrong shifted the topic and asked, "How far have our two families progressed?"

Zhao Hezhen replied, "I heard from my mother that the two grandfathers have already agreed and exchanged tokens, just waiting to exchange birth dates."

Once the birth dates were exchanged, the engagement between the two families would be official.

Fu Changrong didn’t expect they had progressed this far and hesitated for a moment.

Zhao Hezhen then strongly patted his shoulder and said, "Why are you embarrassed? I’m not. We’re both dead, can’t go back, these are all past events."

Fu Changrong opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.

Zhao Hezhen, drunk, tired, and sleepy, lay down on the ground, mumbling, "Past events, past events... Mother and Second Brother won’t know what happened. If we don’t go back soon, it’ll really be too late..."

In a daze, she seemed to see a sky full of stars, a vast world, and torches like stars forming an expanse on a barren field, clearly indicating a military camp.

A woman who looked remarkably like her was sitting in the main tent, writing something seriously by candlelight.

As if sensing something, the woman suddenly looked up at her.

"What is it?"

A voice startled Zhao Hezhen.

She turned her head and saw Fu Changrong.

Her eyes widened immediately.

The person at the table shook their head, "I just felt something strange, as if someone was watching me."

Zhao Hezhen quickly realized that this was "her" and Fu Changrong’s bodies, their souls in another world. So, who were in their bodies?

She already had a hunch, and sure enough, she soon heard him call her name, "Hanzhang."

"Hanzhang," Zhao Hezhen murmured, "It really is her, it truly is an exchange. But what’s going on? They’re in the military camp tent? By the looks of it, this is clearly the central tent."

She glanced at Fu Tinghan and speculated, "Could he have become a military commander?"

But seeing Zhao Hanzhang sitting in the main seat, she felt something was off.

The thought flashed by, and the mountains and rivers quickly faded, the assembled troops instantly disappeared, and she suddenly found herself in the ancestral hall.

Looking up, it was indeed the Zhao Family’s ancestral hall, with someone kneeling inside.

Upon seeing the person clearly, Zhao Hezhen widened her eyes and hurriedly stepped forward, "Mother—"

She couldn’t touch her and instead passed right through.

Mrs. Wang knelt on the prayer mat, reverently praying, "Forefathers, please protect my children, Hanzhang and Yong, keep them safe..."

Once the prayer was complete, she couldn’t help but add, "Forefathers, bless my family with Zhao Hanzhang seizing the land of Yu State, becoming the inspector, and best if she can be a pillar of the court like her father-in-law, or even like Prince East Sea. The emperor is incompetent, my child, someone capable, should manage the realm. Of course, Hanzhang would never be as incompetent and malicious as Prince East Sea..."

Mrs. Wang whispered, "She could even become a Lady Cao Gong."

After saying this, she looked around as if afraid someone heard her, and after ensuring no one was around, she continued to mutter softly, "Anyway, she’s already a County Magistrate, a Prefectural Governor, and will now be an Inspector. Why can’t she be a Regent King eventually, reclaim the title later..."

Zhao Hezhen: ...Why is Mother always fretting over the title?

But... Wasn’t the massive army led by Fu Tinghan? It’s actually her.

Zhao Hezhen felt a sense of disorientation, considering the character and abilities of that person in her memory, but felt it seemed right.

Feeling at ease, she looked at her nagging mother and suddenly felt relieved, unable to stop herself from smiling.

There couldn’t be a better scenario than this; even if she returned, she wouldn’t achieve such accomplishments.

Watching her mother endlessly making wishes, Zhao Hezhen couldn’t help but lean closer and softly called, "Mother..."

Mrs. Wang, still muttering, paused and looked around blankly, confusedly frowning. She dared not utter another word, but silently chanted in her heart three times, "Bless Hanzhang and Yong are safe..."

Then she hurriedly got up and went out.

Outside, Qing Gu supported her, "What’s wrong, madam?"

"I, I’m a bit cold. I suspect I’ve been muttering too much; perhaps an ancestor returned to the ancestral hall. Let’s quickly go back."

Zhao Hezhen: ...

Though she was at ease, she subconsciously wanted to follow and see. But just as she reached the door, her vision went black, and she felt a chill envelop her, the ground hard beneath her, utterly uncomfortable, except her neck and head, which felt warm and cozy.

She forced her eyes open and found herself lying on the ground, her head resting on Fu Changrong’s belly. Shocked, she hurriedly scrambled up.

Fu Changrong also awoke, rubbed his forehead, and in a daze, looked at her and said, "No wonder I dreamt last night I was galloping on horseback, pressing on my stomach, and felt a stomachache. It turns out you were pressing on my belly."

Zhao Hezhen paused, asking, "Riding a horse? Did you dream of yourself returning?"

"Yes, I even dreamt of you, fully armed, wielding a spear and riding into battle, so majestic?"

Zhao Hezhen: "Yu State Governor?"

Fu Changrong froze, his eyes gradually widening as he looked at her, "Zhao Hanzhang?"

They confirmed they had the same dream, except she saw the first part, while he saw the latter part of the same scene.

They stared wide-eyed at each other, gradually accepting what they saw in the dream, then felt relieved. Both couldn’t help but smile, and in each other’s eyes were stars sparkling with joy and openness.