Zhao Weiqing's rebellion relieved a lot of pressure on Yunyang Prefecture. As long as Ling Xue did not openly rebel, the court would pretend that she did not exist.
Because there are too many rebellions in the whole country now, the court is in chaos and has no time to suppress the rebels, so how can it have the energy to deal with trivial matters like Yunyang Prefecture.
In reality, after Cui Hu escaped, he reported the Shen family's young master's occupation of Yunyang Prefecture to the court. The court didn't ignore it, but the Yunyang Prefecture incident was insignificant among the numerous rebellious factions. The Ministry of Personnel assumed the Yunyang Prefecture was simply a struggle for power and profit, so they postponed the matter.
Yunyang Prefecture also has a guard army, but the general of this guard army is a veteran over 60 years old. He is very Buddhist and will not care as long as Ling Xue does not rebel openly.
He is just a guard. What does the government affairs have to do with him?
Seeing his Buddhist look, Ling Xue felt that even if she rebelled, he probably wouldn't want to get involved. His life was coming to an end, and he had no children, so he didn't want to fight for power anymore.
Besides, to whom will the power and benefits he earns be given?
Ling Xue was lucky. Having such a garrison commander was much easier than being anywhere else.
The old man was idle all day long and didn't want to take care of the affairs of the military camp. Sometimes he even wandered around the countryside.
He also knew that Ling Xue had arranged for people to open up wasteland and plant new varieties of crops, and he even met Ling Xue several times just to inquire about the situation of this kind of crops.
As for the new variety of grain, no one knows about it, and the only one who understands it is Young Master Shen.
"You said this kind of grain has a high yield, so there's a good chance of success?"
Ling Xue looked at the old man, who looked very old, and patiently explained to him, "Of course, I've personally verified it. I tell you, it was because of this kind of food that I didn't starve to death."
Ling Xue recounted to the old general her story of being abandoned when she was sick and nearly starved to death. Her words were captivating and full of emotion, so heartbreaking it was enough to bring tears to one's eyes!
The old general listened very carefully and did not ask questions to interrupt Ling Xue's explanation. Ling Xue felt that the old general probably took Ling Xue's personal experience as a story.
After Ling Xue finished speaking, the old general asked her, "I heard you were quite powerful back home. There's probably no one in your area who doesn't know Young Master Shen, right?"
Ling Xue felt a little embarrassed when talking about this. She was very famous at that time, but everyone was talking about how pitiful she was, and no one talked about the merits of her, Young Master Shen.
"Hey, don't mention it. That was the darkest time in my life. It brings tears to my eyes just talking about it!"
The old general curled his lips and glared at Ling Xue again: "I don't really believe it. Look at how powerful you are now. How much worse can you get?"
Ling Xue was very satisfied looking at the newly grown one-foot-long sweet potato vine. She pulled the sweet potato vine with her hands and stood up with satisfaction.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. If I hadn't dug into my uncle and aunt's private vault, I wouldn't have gotten here."
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had been exposed, and immediately said to the old general: "You must keep it a secret for me, otherwise it will be too embarrassing to tell others!"
The old general sneered, "Tsk, who has time to gossip about your family's trivial matters? I'm not idle!"
Seeing that the old general was not the kind of talkative person, Ling Xue felt relieved.
But they don't know that many people cannot be judged by their faces. The old general is now at the age of gossip. Ling Xue doesn't need to say anything here, he can still ask other people.
