Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi walked in the long palace corridor, the palace lanterns on both sides lighting up her path. Although her steps were a little heavy, her eyes were more determined.

She knew that what she wanted to do was not to argue with the queen, but to find Wei Shao and help him get out of his predicament.

After getting rid of the palace people who were staring at her, she passed through the palace gates and finally came to the place where Wei Shao was under house arrest.

When he saw Zhao Zhizhi, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, a smile appeared on his face, which was full of trust and comfort.

"Zhizhi, why are you here?" Wei Shao asked.

Zhao Zhizhi looked at him and couldn't help but feel tenderness in his heart.

She knew that this man was everything to her and she couldn't let him suffer here.

So, she said firmly: "I'll take you out."

Wei Shao was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "This is the palace, it's not that easy to get out."

"I know." Zhao Zhizhi gently held his hand, "But I will find a way."

"You must be careful and pay attention to safety!" Wei Shao warned.

"Okay, don't worry, wait for my good news!"

"Ok!"

Wei Shao looked deeply at Zhao Zhizhi, watching her leave, feeling worried and relieved at the same time.

In the days that followed, Zhao Zhizhi began her plan.

On this day, she found General Li Yunfei. This heroic general was invincible on the battlefield, but in front of Zhao Zhizhi, he showed incomparable humility and kindness.

"I hope you can help me with something." Zhao Zhizhi said straight to the point.

Li Yunfei smiled and replied: "If there is anything I can do to help, just come to me."

Zhao Zhizhi took a deep look at Li Yunfei, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "I want you to take me to the prison in the palace."

Li Yunfei nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

As night fell, Li Yunfei and Zhao Zhizhi quietly came to the palace prison. They evaded the guards, and with Li Yunfei's dexterity and wit, they successfully sneaked into the prison.

The prison was dark and damp, exuding a disgusting stench. Zhao Zhizhi covered his nose and frowned, trying not to let his expression show.

Then, with Li Yunfei guarding her, she walked towards the inside of the prison, looking around.

Finally, she saw a figure huddled in the corner, that person was Utur.

When Utur heard the noise, he looked up and was surprised to find Zhao Zhizhi standing in front of him. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "Are you here to save me?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Zhizhi's mouth: "You have a beautiful idea! I have something to do with you."

Utur's expression became stiff instantly, and he realized that he was thinking too much.

In that dark and damp prison, the conversation between Zhao Zhizhi and Utur was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the silent night sky.

Zhao Zhizhi, a seemingly weak woman, has steely determination. Her eyes are shining with determination. She has no fear when facing Utour.

"It's just that if you do me a favor, I can help you leave this prison early." Zhao Zhizhi's tone was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

She crossed her hands on her chest, looking confident. Utur, the man who had been huddled in the corner, suddenly stood up from the corner as if he was struck by electricity when he heard Zhao Zhizhi's words.

His face was full of surprise and confusion, and his eyes that once shocked Northern Xinjiang were now full of confusion.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Utur's tone was a little wary. He didn't know what kind of medicine Zhao Zhizhi was selling in the gourd.

Zhao Zhizhi smiled softly. She walked to Utur and said softly: "I want you to write a letter and send it to your father, asking him to arrange for the Northern Xinjiang envoy to call Wei by name. Meet Shao."

When Utur heard this, he frowned. He knew that everything Zhao Zhizhi did was for Wei Shao.

Wei Shao, the once powerful general in northern Xinjiang, must be in some kind of trouble now.

Utur sighed, his eyes showing deep helplessness and sympathy.

"Okay." Utur nodded gently, his voice although weak, was full of determination.

Zhao Zhizhi immediately took out the brush and paper and handed them to him through the gap between the iron bars.

He took the brush and paper from Zhao Zhizhi, sat down and started writing.

The lights in the prison were dim, with only a flickering oil lamp illuminating Utur's face.

He wrote with concentration, and although his handwriting was trembling, it was clear and powerful.

His expression was focused and serious, as if he was pouring all his emotions into every word.

Zhao Zhizhi looked at Utur's back with mixed feelings in his heart. She knew that this letter might be Wei Shao's only life-saving straw. She prayed silently, hoping that Utur's father would see this letter and lend a helping hand.

Time seemed to have frozen, and only the flame of the oil lamp was beating slightly. In this quiet prison, two hearts beat for the same goal.

Finally, Utur finished writing the letter. He carefully folded the letter and handed it to Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi took the letter with tears in his eyes. She knew that this letter might change Wei Shao's fate.

At that moment, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei next to him met their eyes and smiled at each other. The matter was finally half done.

However, no matter the outcome, they have tried their best.

As Zhao Zhizhi said: "Sometimes, we can't change our destiny, but we can do our best."

"Then let's leave first. I will send this letter to your father as soon as possible. Whether you can leave early depends on your father's choice."

"As long as Wei Shao can come out as soon as possible, we will help you find some to take back to Northern Xinjiang."

Zhao Zhizhi said to Utur.

Utur smiled and nodded: "I understand, then go ahead."

After finishing her words, Zhao Zhizhi turned around and left the prison, her figure gradually disappearing in the dim light.

Utur looked at her back, blessing silently in his heart, hoping that everything would develop as Zhao Zhizhi wanted.

On that deep night, the moonlight filtered through the thick clouds and shone on the quiet palace.

Li Yunfei, a well-known Qinggong master in the world, was like a nocturnal swallow, taking Zhao Zhizhi with him, and quietly landed beside the gloomy prison wall.

Li Yunfei took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength, and while running Qinggong, his figure floated towards the roof of the prison like a wisp of smoke. His movements are light and swift, as if they blend into the night, which is amazing.

He settled on the roof and glanced around with a burning gaze.