Chapter 44 Everything is done for the children

Fu Xuanheng tightened his grip on the wheelchair handle. Seeing this, Shen Yunyue asked:

"Can't bear to leave? Do you want to go back?"

"No. She has to finish the path she has chosen even if she has to kneel down." Fu Xuanheng ignored the voice behind him. He knew what kind of storm this idiot Fu Xuanting would bring to her and Feng Xiao'e.

He wasn't worried that the mustache man would insult Fu Xuanting. After all, she was still the deposed crown prince's concubine's daughter. Their blood relationship prevented the mustache man from being too harsh on her.

As for Feng Xiaoe, it’s different. She will bear all the anger.

Shen Yunyue curled her lips and turned around to see Fu Xuanting's poisonous eyes.

"Idiot." Shen Yunyue moved her lips silently.

Fu Xuanting's ferocious face was distorted, and she roared:

"Shen Yunyue, one day I will kill you. Kill you."

Shen Yunyue snorted speechlessly. How could this mother and daughter always blame her for everything? Did she have to obey Feng Xiaoe's orders?

Xiangling carried An'er as they walked, often resting her face against his head. An'er had a slight fever, and she was worried he might not make it.

A young wife from the Peng family next to her comforted her:

"Sister Xiangling, don't worry too much. I gave him medicine last night and this morning. I'll personally make some for An'er during our lunch break."

Xiangling bowed slightly.

The sad face was filled with gratitude, whispering:

"Sister Ru, thank you so much. If you hadn't helped me, I really don't know what I would have done."

Aunt Ru's deep eyes looked at the white snow on the distant mountains.

She said with a double meaning:

"We are all people with children. Everything a mother does is just for her children."

Xiangling agreed with this and held An'er tightly in her arms.

"As my sister said, everything we do is for the children."

"Yes. Anything done for a child is worthy of forgiveness." Aunt Ru smiled and shook the child on her back. "My sister Wen doesn't like to walk."

Xiangling always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't think about it too much.

Focus all your attention on An'er.

She held An'er in her arms with a piece of coarse cloth, her lips close to An'er's forehead.

The little guy's temperature seemed to have dropped, and Xiangling felt relieved.

"How's An'er?"

Xiangling was very grateful for Aunt Ru's concern.

In Peng’s house.

Only Aunt Ru was kind to everyone, not fighting or competing. People were worried about others making medicine, but no one was worried about Aunt Ru.

"It's much better now. It's not as hot as before." Xiangling touched the steamed bread in her arms and thought to herself that it was a good thing that she had earned the steamed bread by working for the Shen family in the land temple.

"I think you'll be fine after taking a few more doses of medicine. For An'er, you gave away your only silver bracelet to exchange for the medicine. Heaven will surely be moved by you."

Xiangling didn't say anything, the token was very important.

The child is her lifeblood and her hope for survival.

Shen Yunyue wrapped her coat tightly around her.

He put on leather gloves and the hat that Wen Niang had given him, pinning a white silk flower on it. He didn't need to be so particular on his exile.

I can only express my grief in my own way.

"Yunyue. Do you still have the mugwort powder pouch?" Fu Xuanheng suddenly asked.

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"Give me two." Fu Xuanheng sat in a wheelchair with a thick mattress covering his legs.

Shen Yunyue reached into her sleeve and actually took out two mugwort purses from the space and put them in Fu Xuanheng's hand.

She didn't ask him why he wanted it.

There were many people coughing in the crowd.

Some people supported each other as they walked.

The escorts all looked unhappy.

Especially Peng Scarface, whose face was so black that ink could drip out. He would whip anyone nearby at any time, forcing everyone to stay as far away from him as possible.

He glanced at Shen Yunyue with the corners of his gloomy eyes.

It all fell on Fu Xuanheng again. Did they have any connection to what happened last night? As for the other members of the Shen family, Scarface Peng didn't take them seriously.

The old are old and the young are young, and the rest are all useless.

More than an hour later.

The man with the mustache caught up with them.

Following him were Zhou Ying and his son, and Aunt Feng and her daughter. The four of them were still sitting in the escort's carriage, and no one dared to even look up.

Someone approached Shen Yunyue and said with his head down:

"Miss Shen. I'm afraid Concubine Feng is not doing well."

"oh."

"Don't you want to go and take a look?" the man asked again.

Shen Yunyue raised her eyelids and carefully looked at the person who spoke. He looked very unfamiliar. "Why should I go and see? He is not from my Shen family."

The person who was speaking was so thin that only skin and bones were left on his face. He curled his lips and said:

"She's calling you over. She says you have some medicine for wounds."

Shen Yunyue stared at the newcomer with a bad face, "What does this have to do with you? If you're not here to give me money, don't tell me this."

The woman complained in her heart, "Can't you make money yourself if you have it?"

But he muttered, "You're not waiting for Aunt Feng to die, are you?"

"What do you mean I should wait for her to die? I'm not a doctor who can cure diseases. I don't have those herbs for her to use. What does it have to do with me?" Shen Yunyue looked at her coldly.

The woman looked into the crowd.

Shen Yunyue followed her gaze and saw that it was He Luxue who was winking at her. This woman really wanted to make her presence felt from time to time.

Shen Yunyue finally looked back at the carriage.

Feng Xiao'e and Zhou Ying were lying outside the carriage she was riding in. The escort was driving with one hand while occasionally reaching into their clothes with the other to touch them.

Feng Xiao'e and Zhou Ying didn't even have the strength to resist.

The injury seems quite serious.

Shen Yunyue couldn't help but wonder who was behind the mustache. He didn't care about the opinions of other officers, and it seemed that the person behind him was very powerful.

Lu Hu and Fu Xuanting also suffered physical pain.

Lu Hu sat in the carriage, wiping his face with his arm and still sobbing.

Fu Xuanting and Shen Yunyue looked at each other, and their ferocious faces looked as if they wanted to eat Shen Yunyue.

When I turned around, the woman next to me was still trying to persuade me.

“Miss Shen, you should have a conscience. After all, she is half your mother-in-law, and you should respect her.”

Shen Yunyue glanced at her coldly.

"You are in need of a mother-in-law, so take it and show your respect to her."

"How can you be so stubborn?"

"Tell He Luxue that it's better for us to pretend we don't know each other. It won't be good for anyone if we really fall out. What's going on behind the scenes is unknown to others."

After saying that.

Shen Yunyue ignored her and took two steps forward to catch up with Fu Xuanheng.

Reached out and pushed Fu Xuanheng's wheelchair.

Fu Xuanheng didn't need to look back. He knew it was Shen Yunyue by smelling the familiar faint herbal fragrance coming from beside him.

"Who is so upset again?"

"Your good cousin He Luxue." Thinking of the future villain Fu Xuanheng, who always had feelings for his cousin, Shen Yunyue couldn't help but feel jealous.

If He Luxue hadn't stepped in.

How could Fu Xuanheng fall into the trap and end up being tortured to death?