Huang Rong is naturally bright and knows when to ask and when not to ask. So she kept silent and followed her elder brother out of the room.

　　Fang Yichen knew that Wan Yankang must have already deceived Yang Tiexin and his daughter into the mansion and imprisoned them. His priority was to rescue them before leaving the palace.

　　He found a servant within the mansion, interrogated him about the location of the dungeon where prisoners were held, knocked him unconscious, and hid him in the bushes.

　　Then, they made their way to the dungeon, incapacitated the guards, and entered.

　　Inside, they were hit by a foul smell. The dungeon was dark, damp, and poorly ventilated, so the unpleasant smell was expected.

　　They searched through the cells one by one until they found Yang Tiexin and his daughter.

　　The father and daughter were distraught until they suddenly saw Fang Yichen and Huang Rong entering. Their joy was evident and Mu Nianci couldn’t help but cry out!

　　Without wasting any time, Fang Yichen retrieved a dagger from his space.

　　This dagger was purchased by him on the Blue Planet made of fine steel and further enhanced through the power of space, making it as sharp as can be.

　　He used the dagger to cut through the iron lock at the door of the cell, freeing the two of them, urging them to leave the dungeon quickly.

　　As they reached the entrance, Huang Rong casually pulled out the dagger Fang Yichen had given her and swiftly slashed the guard’s throat.

　　Blood spurted out, and the guard clutching his throat and struggled for a moment before falling still.

　　Fang Yichen couldn’t help but shiver when he caught sight of that, thinking to himself:

　　“Rong’er is indeed decisive and ruthless!”

　　Having grown up in the peaceful environment of the Blue Planet’s Hua Kingdom, he had a strong sense of the rule of law and felt a certaintreluctance towards casual killing.

　　But then he realized that people in this era of martial arts might not hold the law in such high regard. Do in Rome as Rome does, and his mindset shifted slightly.

　　Meanwhile, Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing were causing a commotion in the mansion, drawing guards from all directions.

　　To avoid them, Fang Yichen led the three to walk through secluded areas until they unknowingly arrived at a farmhouse illuminated by lamplight.

　　As soon as Yang Tiexin saw this farmhouse, he was taken aback and thought:

　　“Why does this farmhouse feel so familiar?”

　　Approaching closer, he became increasingly convinced that this farmhouse was exactly like the one he had in Niu family village, leaving him even more puzzled.

　　Yang Tiexin didn’t wait for everyone to bypass the farmhouse, he pushed the door open and barged into the house. Fang Yichen and the others had no choice but to follow him inside.

　　Inside the house, they saw a beautiful and delicate woman sitting alone under the lamplight, still busy sewing clothes without resting.

　　Seeing this woman, Yang Tiexin was extremely excited.

　　The beautiful and delicate woman, upon hearing the commotion, looked up and saw someone entering but remained calm and asked calmly:

　　“Gentlemen! What brings you here so late at night?”

　　“If it’s money you lack, I have some here. Take it and leave quickly! This is the Wang mansion. If the guards catch you here, your lives will be in danger!”

　　However,Yang Tiexin didn’t respond, he just looked around the room.

　　He saw the tables, benches, cupboards, and beds, and everything seemed familiar. He felt a wave of sadness, his eyes reddened, and he couldn’t hold back his tears, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

　　Walking to the wall, Yang Tiexin took down a rusty iron spear hanging there. When he looked closely at the rusty spear, he saw the words “Yang Family’s Ironheart" carved near the tip, about six inches from the end.

　　He gently stroked the spear shaft and sighed: “The spear has rusted. It hasn’t been used in a long time.”

　　The woman stood up gently and said: “Please don’t touch that spear.”

　　Yang Tiexin turned and asked: "Why?"

　　The woman replied calmly: “That’s my most precious possession.”

　　Yang Tiexin felt bitter and said: “Is that so?”

　　Pausing for a moment, he continued: “The iron spear was originally a pair, but now there’s only one left.”

　　The woman furrowed her brow and asked: “What?”

　　Yang Tie Xin didn’t reply. He hung the iron spear back on the wall and gazed at the broken plow nearby for a moment before saying:

　　“The plowshare is damaged. Tomorrow, I’ll ask Zhang Muer from Dong village to add one and a half pounds of iron and repair it.”

　　Upon hearing this, the woman trembled all over and couldn’t speak for a while. She stared at Yang Tie Xin and said:

　　“What... what did you say?”

　　Yang Tie Xin turned to look at her and said slowly:

　　“I said the plowshare is damaged. Tomorrow, I’ll ask Zhang Muer from Dong village to add one and a half pounds of iron and repair it.”

　　The woman’s legs went weak, and she fell into a chair, trembling as she said:

　　“Who... who are you? How... how do you know what my husband said on the night he died?”

　　This woman was none other than Yang Tie Xin’s wife, Bao Xiruo, now the princess consort of the Zhao Mansion.

　　Back then, the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty, Wanyan Honglie, was shot by Qiu Chuji in Niujia Village near Lin’an. Fortunately, Bao Xiruo rescued him, and upon seeing her delicate and beautiful face, he couldn’t forget her.

　　So, Wanyan Honglie bribed Duan Tiande, the commander of the stationed army in Lin’an, with gold and silver, and had him lead soldiers to attack Niujia Village at night.

　　He himself pretended to be chivalrous and rescued Bao Xiruo in her time of need.

　　Bao Xiruo’s home was in ruins, her loved ones gone. With no one to turn to, believing her husband to be dead, she had no choice but to accompany Wan Yan Honglie north.

　　Eventually, unable to resist his persistent and humble advances, she finally married him.

　　Living in the Wang mansion, she enjoyed a life of luxury, her appearance hardly changed over eighteen years.

　　But Yang Tiexin, roaming the rivers and lakes, weathered by time, was no longer the youthful man of the past. Thus, when they met again, Bao Xiruo didn’t recognize her former husband at first glance.

　　Yet, despite their separation, they longed for each other, every word and action on that fateful night of their ordeal engraved in their memories.

　　Yang Tiexin remained silent, walking over to the wooden table and pulling open a drawer. Inside, he found several sets of men's blue cloth shirts and pants.

　　Just like the ones he used to wear, he picked out a shirt and put it on and said:

　　“I have enough clothes! You're weak, and now with a child, rest well and don’t bother making clothes for me anymore.”

　　These words echoed the ones he spoke eighteen years ago when he saw Bao Xiruo sewing clothes for him while pregnant.

　　Bao Xiruo was stunned by his words. Rushing to him, she rolled up his sleeve and saw the scar on his left arm, filled with a mix of shock and joy.

　　But after eighteen years of believing her husband to be dead, his return felt like a ghostly apparition. She held him tightly, crying:

　　“You......Take me with you... to the underworld. I’m not afraid of ghosts. I want to be with you.”

　　Yang Tiexin held his wife, tears streaming down his face. After a while, he asked:

　　“Do I look like a ghost to you?”

　　Bao Xiruo held onto him, sobbing: “Whether you’re human or ghost, I’ll never let you go.”

　　After a pause, choking with emotion, she asked: “You... you didn’t die? You’re still alive? Um... um...”