After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Chapter 066 Baking a Pancake

"Are you General Xie's granddaughter?" Scarface squinted, trying to gauge the truth of the statement.

Everyone knows that the General's Mansion has a legitimate daughter named Xie Chaoyun, and everyone also knows that Xie Chaoyun gave birth to a daughter for the Marquis of Pingnan, but no one knows what that daughter's name is, how old she is, or what she looks like.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Everyone in the capital knows that General Xie's granddaughter is in poor health and is being raised in a separate residence by the Marquis's mansion. This girl..."

Lu Zhiyuan blinked as she saw him looking at her: "Do I look like I'm in good health?"

"Being unwell doesn't make you General Xie's granddaughter? I'm not unwell either, but I'm also General Xie's granddaughter." The man driving the car curled his lip.

Lu Zhiyuan looked him up and down: "My maternal grandfather could not have given birth to someone like you!"

The man touched his face: "What's wrong with me? Is there anything wrong with me?"

Lu Zhiyuan broke off a piece of sesame seed cake, tasted it, and found it hard and gritty.

"You're ugly, and not very bright either."

The man reined in his horse and stopped, angrily saying, "I'm ugly? How am I ugly? I'm just average-looking. It's one thing to attack me for being ugly, but to say I'm not smart is another. How am I not smart? I'm a very intelligent person."

Lu Zhiyuan shook the sesame seed cake: "Everyone knows that my maternal grandfather had three sons and one daughter. My eldest uncle was the richest man in the world, my second uncle entered officialdom at a young age, and my third uncle, although he wandered the world, was a famous wandering knight-errant. Not only are they capable, but they are also good-looking. To put it bluntly, even if my maternal grandfather went out and picked up a dog, he wouldn't be able to find someone like you."

Scarface nodded: "You can't find someone like him. General Xie's adopted son went to the battlefield with him at the age of seventeen. If he were still alive, he would at least be a young general who commands respect in his region."

The man touched his nose and muttered, "I just didn't run into General Xie. If I had, he would at least have been a vanguard."

"Are you really General Xie's granddaughter, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan?" Scarface stared at Lu Zhiyuan, as if trying to discern her connection to the Xie and Lu families from her eyes and brows.

"You've been fooled by a child." The man driving the carriage cracked his whip. "I have no connection with the Xie family, and neither does she. How could General Xie's granddaughter run around alone? She's the apple of the Xie family's eye, the legitimate daughter of a marquis. She's always surrounded by servants, with ten or eight men with her when she goes out. How could she be abducted by our men and brought onto our carriage?"

Lu Zhiyuan rested her chin on her hand: "Is it possible that she went out with her maid and guards, but got separated from them by the crowd watching the lanterns? There were so many people on the street, yet a young man carrying a lantern and wearing a mask squatted down in front of her, and as he took off his mask, he gently called her 'sister'? Is it possible that she was tricked away by that 'sister'?"

Scarface frowned and told the man to stop the carriage: "How are you going to bake those sesame cakes?"

The man cracked his whip as he jumped off the carriage: "Are you still the Scarface I know? When did you become so easy to talk to? She, a little girl, do you really believe she's General Xie's granddaughter, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan? Even if she is, so what? Our Luoxia Mountain isn't even afraid of the Emperor's army. If they're so capable, let them take down our stronghold."

Scarface glanced at him sideways: "I'm gathering firewood. I'm hungry and want something hot to eat."

Lu Zhiyuan leaned closer and reminded the man, "You can't beat him, so you'd better listen to him. Also, he's really hungry; his stomach is rumbling."

He grabbed the scarred man's wrist and examined him: "You not only have stomach problems, but also hemorrhoids. You should find yourself a wife."

The man glanced at the scar, then covered his mouth and chuckled, "Are you really sick? I thought this little girl was talking nonsense. By the way, how did you know he was sick? Can you take a pulse? Are you a doctor in your family? Can you take a look at me too?"

Scarface shoved the man aside: "Go gather firewood!"

The man, still holding the whip, glared at Scarface and leaned closer to Lu Zhiyuan: "Give me a hand?"

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at him up and down: "Your face is sallow, your eyes are sunken, and there are bluish spots under your eyes. Don't go to places like that unless you have to! Also, you should see a doctor about your problem of getting up at night. It's not just because you drink too much water."

The man was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "No, I was just joking. Am I really sick? You've already diagnosed me, so why don't you prescribe some medicine for me? The doctors in our mountains aren't good enough, and the doctors in the city are too expensive... Miss, Miss, please have mercy on me."

Fifteen minutes later, the man took out the sesame seed cakes from his pocket and, imitating Lu Zhiyuan, put them on the fire to bake. The baked sesame seed cakes were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tasted quite good.

"Little girl, what made you think of baking these sesame cakes over a fire?"

"I can not only bake sesame seed cakes, I can also make beggar's chicken." Lu Zhiyuan pouted, "Why don't you catch that chicken and let me try?"

A pheasant in the woods seemed to have smelled the aroma of the sesame cakes and was craning its neck to look in their direction. The man took a bite of the sesame cake, put down his whip, and rubbed his hands together: "Wait here, I'll catch this pheasant for you."

Scarface glanced at Lu Zhiyuan and then warned the children who were munching on sesame cakes with their heads down: "Don't even think about running. It's at least thirty miles from here to the city gate."

“We won’t run away. We’ll wait for our family to come and redeem us.” The fifteen-year-old sister hugged her brother tightly. “Don’t sell us. We belong to the Wu family. As long as we write back home, my father will definitely pay to redeem us.”

“Your father won’t pay to ransom you.” Scarface munched on his sesame seed cake expressionlessly. “You siblings are different from them. They were tricked into coming here. You were sold to us by your biological father and stepmother. Your stepmother even specifically instructed us to separate you siblings and sell you as far away as possible.”

The older sister, pale-faced, said, "No, it's impossible. My father would never sell us."

Scarface looked up at the sky: "Your maternal grandfather is dead, and your father and stepmother have inherited all of your maternal grandfather's property. Your stepmother is pregnant, and your father had a doctor examine her; it's a boy."

Tears welled up in the older sister's eyes. "Please, could you sell me and my brother to someone else? Please!"

Before he could finish speaking, Scarface suddenly stood up.

Lu Zhiyuan shoved the half-baked sesame seed cake into Scarface's hand, then lifted her skirt and ran to the man. The man was sitting motionless on the ground, clutching a still-flailing pheasant. There was a fresh, bluish wound on his right leg, a bite from a highly venomous snake.

Scarface approached and examined his wound: "Do you have any last wishes?"

The man handed him the chicken, forcing a smile: "It's cooked. Save me a drumstick. Bury it deep, I'm afraid wild dogs will dig me out."

The man closed his eyes: "Alright, if you're a brother, give me a quick death!"