Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 310: My Divination is Accurate!

Two carriages, one following the other, halted near a barren mountain.

Mu Yan stepped down from the carriage and said to Zhan Lan, "Not only is the land barren, but there’s also this desolate mountain. Prince Zhenbei, do you have other intentions for coming here?"

Zhan Lan looked at the barren mountain with a smile and remarked, "This mountain is called Yunkun Mountain. To the south are trees, but the north is bare, not a blade of grass grows—it’s very desolate. I’m planning to set up a quarry here to better the lives of the common folk."

Mu Yan, facing the wind, looked at Zhan Lan and said, "Lan’er, it’s not just as simple as that, is it?"

Zhan Lan smiled and answered, "Nothing can be hidden from the Prince."

Mu Yan didn’t inquire further; at times, he felt that Zhan Lan’s actions were as if she had glimpsed the secrets of heaven. He had also heard Dugu Yan asking Zhan Lan to divine for her.

The thought itself felt magical; after all, he often admired Zhan Lan’s foresight.

Zhan Lan proudly admitted, "You should trust my intuition; I’ve even spent half a year learning from a Divine Fortune Teller, and my divination is precise!"

Mu Yan chuckled lightly, "You indeed have many masters."

Zhan Lan gave a mischievous smile to Mu Yan, "But, I only have one disciple, and that’s you!"

Mu Yan only smiled but said nothing.

Zhan Lan felt reassured as she looked at the mountain and mentioned to Mu Yan, "Let’s go check out the village."

Mu Yan took her hand and they boarded the carriage to head towards Xiaohe Village.

Beside Xiaohe Village, there were several farmsteads, where ordinary villagers lived.

Zhan Lan and Mu Yan stepped down from the carriage at Xiaohe Village. Seeing a carriage arrive, the villagers crowded around them.

Older villagers came out, and some teenagers recognized Zhan Lan instantly.

"It’s General Zhan!" They came excitedly towards her, but as they got close, they stood reservedly in place, smiling shyly.

Differing from their last encounter clad in tattered clothes, their lives had now improved enough over the past three years to be self-sufficient.

Zhan Lan looked at the teenagers, gesturing with her hand towards their height, though she couldn’t quite recall the names.

But each one looked familiar, and clearly the number of patches on their clothing had decreased, and they seemed happier than before.

"You’ve all grown so much, are you attending school now?"

The teenagers nodded vigorously. Zhan Lan had employed a schoolmaster so the village children were no longer wasting their days.

The elderly slowly made their way over.

An old granny who had once fed Zhan Lan zongzi peered at her from under clouded eyes before exclaiming, "Isn’t this Miss Zhan?"

A little girl clutched the granny’s hand and corrected, "Granny, this is General Zhan, not Miss Zhan."

The old woman seemed flustered, leaning on her cane as though to kneel, but Zhan Lan immediately supported her, "Old granny, I had zongzi at your place last time. It was delicious."

The granny looked joyously at Zhan Lan, then at the distinguished and handsome man behind her.

"This must be General Zhan’s husband, right? He’s really... handsome..." The old granny struggled to find the appropriate words to describe Mu Yan’s looks."

Mu Yan revealed a rare gentle smile and replied, "Thank you, elder. My wife thinks so too."

Zhan Lan’s lips twitched while several teenagers covered their mouths, giggling. Mu Yan signalled with his fingers, and Vermilion Bird and others took some pastries down from the carriage.

The village head, leaning on a cane, ambled from afar with the young folk arriving too.

"General Zhan!"

"Hello, General Zhan!"

The voices of the villagers rose up one after another, and curious, Zhan Lan remarked, "Xiaohe Village has more people than before."

The village chief, with a head full of white hair and only a few teeth left, spoke unclearly: "Many young adults have returned to the village, some of them even coming back from the military. Liu Dazhi, come over!"

Zhan Lan looked around, seeing a man walking through the crowd with tears in his eyes, who then knelt before her with a thud.

"Main General!" Zhan Lan raised her hand, Liu Dazhuang stood up and saluted militarily, she seemed to recall something about him.

"You were the one guarding the watchtower, right?" Zhan Lan suddenly remembered.

Liu Dazhuang’s eyes filled with excitement, "Yes, yes, that was me!"

Zhan Lan smiled lightly: "There is no longer a Brave General now."

Liu Dazhuang, his eyes firm, declared: "In my heart, you will always be our Main General!"

Zhan Lan smiled and nodded. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Liu Dazhuang curiously asked: "Main General, I heard that you are now Prince Zhenbei, and this place will be your fiefdom, is that true?"

Zhan Lan nodded, "Yes!"

All the villagers were thrilled, knowing that from now on they would have someone to look after them, and that Prince Zhenbei would have their back.

Zhan Lan noticed that every household had planted fruits and vegetables outside their doors and behind their houses; it was the fragrant season of harvest.

The once dim and cheerless village was now bursting with vitality.

Zhan Lan sat by the well, washing her hands in a basin while Mu Yan held her hands in the same basin, making Zhan Lan feel his childishness – wondering why they had to use the same basin.

The air was filled with the scent of watermelon. Mu Yan entwined his fingers with hers and said, "I really wish we could run away from all disputes, live a pastoral life daily, and retreat to a secluded paradise."

Zhan Lan frowned slightly: "That’s for us when we grow old."

Mu Yan’s eyes brightened; his Lan’er had thought about their future together.

He whispered softly, "I didn’t expect you to be so deeply in love with me, thinking of growing old together with this Prince."

Zhan Lan withdrew her hand from the basin, flicking her fingers, splashing water drops onto Mu Yan.

Mu Yan laughed indulgently, grabbing her hand and saying, "Let’s eat some watermelon."

The village chief smiled and said: "This watermelon was grown in my own garden; it came from the seeds you brought three years ago. We opened up fields and planted grains, vegetables, and fruits everywhere. I’m no longer the village chief now; the villagers chose Liu Dazhuang as the new village chief, which I think is very appropriate."

Zhan Lan picked up a slice of watermelon that had been soaked in well water, finding it very delicious because it was cold and crisp.

Mu Yan also ate a slice, but he never overindulged, taking just a small bite before stopping.

It seemed the only thing in this world he ever wanted to have more of was Zhan Lan.

After enjoying three slices of watermelon, Zhan Lan looked at the village chief contentedly and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. We plan to visit a few neighboring hamlets, so we will not impose any further."

The village chief anxiously said, "My son has prepared a meal, please stay and eat before you leave!"

Zhan Lan was about to say something when suddenly, noisy voices came from outside.

"What are you doing!"

"You can’t steal our things!"

Zhan Lan and Mu Yan went outside together, only to see their belongings being pillaged from the wagon.

Vermilion Bird hurried over, about to intervene, but Zhan Lan raised her hand, and Vermilion Bird halted.

Today they had brought only a few Hidden Guards, and it happened to be during the midday rest, they hadn’t anticipated that their wagon’s contents would be seized.

Zhan Lan assessed the people stealing their belongings, stepping forward to intervene: "Stop, these are supplies meant for the poor in the neighboring villages!"

One of the ringleaders, a man with a stubbly beard, looked at Zhan Lan and said: "You delicate pretty boy, I don’t care who it’s for, if I see it, it’s mine!"