Chapter 481: Shut up

Wen Yan first took out an envelope and handed it over: "My sworn brother is serving in the army in the northern border. Please help me take a letter."

Then she took out a purse and said, "This is your hard-earned money."

The officer weighed the money bag and said, "It's just a letter delivery, there's no need to pay so much for your hard work."

Wen Yan glanced in the direction of Wen Xiuyun and said, "The road to Northern Xinjiang is long. I would like to ask you to help the brother and sister so that they can reach Northern Xinjiang safely."

The officer waved aside.

Soon, an old man came over pulling a bullock cart full of things.

Most of the things loaded on the ox cart are food and daily necessities.

After these things are consumed, the ox cart can still be used by Wen Xiuyun and his sister.

Originally, Wen Yan wanted to arrange a mule cart for them directly.

But as exiles, owning a mule cart was too conspicuous and would easily arouse jealousy.

Besides, she had the huge burden of her parents and brother above her, so it was definitely not her turn to use the mule cart.

Therefore, it would be better to entrust the car to the police and let them take care of it on the way.

The officer looked at Wen Xiuyun, then at the ox cart, and it seemed that these chips were not enough.

He glanced again at the envelope in his hand.

I saw it written on it: From my sworn brother Meng Xiyan.

The officer's gaze narrowed slightly.

He looked at Wen Yan again: "Are you Wen Yan?"

Wen Yan smiled slightly and said, "My name is Liu Wen Yan now."

"Miss Liu, don't worry. I will deliver both those two people and this letter."

"Thank you very much." When Wen Yan left, he took a special look at the purse.

The officer got her hint and opened the bag to take a look.

I saw a silver note mixed in among the pile of white change.

Judging from the style and pattern, it is a denomination of fifty taels.

The officer raised his eyebrows. She was quite a capable woman.

**

Wen Yan returned to the carriage.

She sat on the edge of the carriage in a leisurely manner, as if she had just noticed Wen Xiuyun, and hooked her finger at him, as if to say: Little thing, come here quickly.

Wen Xiuyun raised his neck and walked over with the little boy in his hand.

Jiang Xinkui was always paying attention to Wen Yan, her brows furrowed.

Why did this little bitch call Wen Xiuyun over instead of coming to see me?

I don't think they are plotting some conspiracy.

While she was thinking, Wen Xiuyun came to her.

Wen Yan looked Wen Xiuyun up and down with a critical eye, and said proudly, "You have always been competing with me since you were little. You never thought you would end up like this. You became an exiled female prisoner, while I became the wife of the top scholar. Wen Xiuyun, you will lose to me for the rest of your life."

Wen Xiuyun rolled his eyes and said, "Humph, Wen Yan, let you be proud for a few more days.

I know Wen Xiuyun is not easily defeated. Today's difficulties are only temporary.

When I go to the northern border, I will marry a great general.

When I return in glory someday, you might even have to salute me and call me Madam General."

Wen Yan fanned herself in front of her face with a handkerchief. "Oh my, oh my, who's bragging? Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue off? Madam General!"

Wen Yan sneered exaggeratedly, "You're already daydreaming before it gets dark. Why don't you raise your pillow a little higher when you go to bed at night?

Oh, how could I forget, you are going to be exiled now, and you will have no pillow to sleep on at night, so please find a stone to raise your head a little, so that you can have a good dream. "

Wen Xiuyun was so angry that he went crazy: "Wen Yan, shut your vicious little mouth!"

"Don't close it, I won't close it." Wen Yan made a face at her smugly.

While playing around, she whispered to Wen Xiuyun, "I've already arranged everything in Northern Xinjiang. When you go there, be cautious and honest, and you won't have a bad life."

"Thank you very much." Wen Xiuyun looked extremely angry.

The two bickered for a while.

The escorting officers reminded them to speak quickly if they had anything to say, as they would be leaving in a quarter of an hour.

Wen Yan winked at Pei'er.

Pei'er took the bag off the carriage and threw it on the ground with a domineering look: "This is a reward from my lady. You'll be on your own from now on."

When he opened the bundle, he found that it contained some old clothes of maids and servants.

Wen Xiuyun was so angry that his nose was crooked: "Who are you trying to humiliate by taking some servants' clothes?"

Wen Yan waved her round fan and smiled sweetly, "I'm clearly humiliating you! Can't you see that?"

"You..." Wen Xiuyun was so angry that his face turned blue and white.

She kicked the bundle, raised her chin, and snorted coldly: "If I hadn't been in such a desperate situation today, you wouldn't have had the chance to curry favor with me. Humph!"

Although Wen Xiuyun was tough in words, he still took the things away angrily.

"You cheap bastard." Wen Yan snorted lightly, showing disdain.

The little boy followed Wen Xiuyun and quietly took her hand: "Third sister, can't you bear to leave her?"

Wen Xiuyun said: "She is the person who treats me the best in our family except my aunt."

The little boy showed a look of understanding, and quietly held Wen Xiuyun's hand: "What Third Sister likes, I like too."

After the little boy returned to the Wen family, although his food, clothing, housing and transportation were the same as other masters, his biological parents and brother's deliberate neglect and disgust for him were more hurtful than Cui Zhenxin's abuse of him.

In the whole family, only the third sister is truly kind to him.

That’s right.

There is also an old woman who does the cleaning.

That old woman must have been sold to another family long ago.

**

Wen Yan went out, met all the people he needed to meet, and did all the things he needed to do.

She got into the carriage and prepared to leave.

Jiang Xinkui, who had been waiting for Wen Yan to take the initiative, suddenly became anxious when he saw this.

Many of the other exiled prisoners around Jiang Xinkui were implicated in the Wen family's case, and were stripped of their official positions and sentenced to exile.

Seeing Jiang Xinkui's expression, they finally found an opportunity to vent their anger at being implicated. "Oh my god, some people aren't so shameless as to expect their adopted daughter to curry favor with them, right?"

Another echoed, "That's definitely not possible.

Mrs. Jiang's biological daughter is the Crown Prince's Consort of the Marquis of Jinping. How could she possibly look down on an abandoned and poor adopted daughter?

Hey, Madam Jiang, we're about to leave, why hasn't your daughter, the wife of the Crown Prince, arrived yet?"

"Maybe the Marquis of Jinping's Mansion won't let us come!"

"How could the Jinping Marquisate do something that would give rise to such gossip?

Maybe it's her own daughter who dislikes her being an exile and refuses to come and see her!"

Those people were talking to each other, making Jiang Xinkui's face turn red.

Father Wen was anxious and urged Jiang Xinkui: "Hey, didn't you see that Wen Yan was about to leave? Why don't you think of a solution quickly?"

Jiang Xinkui angrily pushed him away: "Want to curry favor with Wen Yan? Go by yourself, why do you have to ask me to be the first to do it?

Back then in court, you wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible, but now that you need help, you think of me again.

If you have the guts, ask your heart's outer chamber to help you!"