Chapter 68: Someone is following you]

Jiang Shuo followed for a long time. Although he was a man and had much more strength and energy, he was also feeling a little hungry.

He left all the money, dry food, and even the mink vest he wore to keep warm to the Jiang family, so he was penniless now.

He looked around and saw that there were mountains and forests in this area. If he went into the mountains, he should be able to hunt some wild animals. However, if the exile team set out, he was afraid that he would miss it and not be able to find it, so he had to give up.

After thinking about it, he went to the river, broke off a branch, sharpened the head with the dagger on his body, then walked to the middle of the river and stood there quietly as if in meditation.

After a while, a fish swam to his feet. In a flash, he plunged the branch into the water and caught a fat carp!

Jiang Shuo found a secret place, took out a tinder, started a fire, and grilled the fish, while looking towards Chen Fenghe intentionally or unintentionally.

I couldn't help but feel puzzled when I saw it.

Why doesn't her husband eat with them?

Jiang Shuo slowly searched among the exile team and soon discovered that her husband was actually having dinner with another old woman and a young girl?

What...is going on?

Could it be that this man...

Just when she was wondering, Chen Fenghe suddenly stood up, filled a bowl of porridge, put some vegetables on the porridge, and filled another bowl of vegetables. Then she handed that bowl of vegetables to Guan Che, and walked to the man to serve the other bowl of porridge with vegetables to the old woman with both hands.

Jiang Shuo couldn't help but frown.

It’s true!

I'm afraid that her husband not only married her, but also married a concubine. Now he is doting on the concubine and doesn't eat with her and the children, but eats with the concubine instead.

As for the old woman, she must be her mother-in-law, which is why she brought the food over as a show of filial piety.

And the slightly older woman who was having dinner with her - he inexplicably felt that this woman gave him a very... friendly feeling - should she be her biological mother?

The more Jiang Shuo thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and he felt a little depressed.

Her husband was really a piece of shit. It was one thing for him to let a weak woman like her go into the mountains alone to find food, but he actually married a concubine. And... he obviously cared more about the concubine than her...

Watching the man considerately picking up food for his concubine, Jiang Shuo took a big bite of the grilled fish to vent his anger.

After Chen Fenghe had finished her meal, she and Qin Mengyue took out the fabrics, furs, etc. that had been cut last night and started sewing.

However, she always felt as if someone was watching her since morning, and she felt uneasy.

Chen Fenghe looked around.

In addition to the exiled group, there were many small groups of people fleeing famine outside Daming Prefecture. Some of them stayed for a while and then immediately fled to the next place, while some, like Old Man Jiang and his friends, stayed here, waiting for the government to accept them and grant them citizenship.

Chen Fenghe looked around and finally fixed her gaze on a man wearing a conical hat who looked towards the exile team from time to time.

If he was a refugee, he didn't even have a bag with him, and he was alone without any family. It didn't seem like that at all.

More importantly, he is paying so much attention to the exile team so blatantly, I'm afraid he has other intentions.

Chen Fenghe thought of the assassin who had secretly come to assassinate her and Qin Mengyue.

If she hadn't been alert, she would have been killed that night.

It seems that the Fifth Prince... no, it might be the dog emperor, is not going to let them go!

Chen Fenghe observed him carefully, trying to see what he looked like, but soon discovered that his face was covered in thick mud, and he was disguised very well.

But... why did she always feel... like she had seen this figure somewhere before?

At this time, Qin Mengyue saw that she was lost in thought and asked, "Feng He, what's wrong?"

Shen Fenghe came back to her senses, retracted her gaze, and said with a smile: "Mom, it's okay."

She was probably too sensitive. How could she feel like she had seen someone somewhere just by noticing him/her?

Anyway, there is a high possibility that this person is an assassin. As long as we observe secretly in the second half of the afternoon, if he is still following the exile team, then it is almost certain.

He will never do it during the day, so let's wait and see at night.

After analyzing all this in his mind, Chen Fenghe continued to sew the animal skin in his hand without any expression.

After a while, Chen Wu ordered everyone to get up and set off.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuan came over to help push the cart again.

Jiang Shuo also put out the fire and stood up.

Seeing that the man still had some conscience and knew to come over to help push the cart instead of letting his wife push it, his expression eased a little. It seemed that the man was not a complete bastard.

Because he was afraid of being discovered, he tried to follow from a distance.

He was quite skilled and would only speed up a little when the exile team was out of sight. When he could see the officials at the end from a distance, he would slow down again.

Therefore, although Chen Fenghe kept paying attention in the afternoon, she did not find him.

Chen Fenghe was puzzled. Could it be that... she had guessed wrong? That person was completely unrelated?

After walking for more than an hour, it started to snow and the temperature dropped sharply.

Chen Fenghe and Qin Mengyue draped the fur on the three little guys.

Chen Fenghe looked at the gloomy sky and said, "Looks like we have to rush to make the cotton-padded clothes tonight. I'm afraid the snow will be even heavier tomorrow."

Qin Mengyue rubbed her frozen white hands and said, "That's right. Alas... Time flies so fast. When we left the capital, it was only early autumn, and now it's winter. I don't know if Shuo'er..."

As she spoke, Qin Mengyue quickly raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears.

She did hold out hope at first, thinking that since no body was found, Shuoer might still be alive.

But as time went on, this hope became increasingly slim.

Chen Fenghe wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.

The prince was probably in great danger. If she tried to comfort him against her will by saying that good things come to those who are lucky, it would only add to her suffering in the end.

She had no choice but to try to change the subject: "Mom, this snowy weather is perfect for hot pot. Let's have hot pot tonight, okay?"

Qin Mengyue was stunned for a moment and asked, "Feng He, what is... hot pot?"

Chen Fenghe almost bit her tongue.

Was there no concept of hot pot in ancient times?