Chapter 62: Exile Begins

Jiang Nanfeng and several others were escorted here, especially Jiang Nanfeng, who also had shackles on his neck and his body was covered with whip marks.

He had a bitter face and slowly walked towards where Jiang Nanyuan and the others were.

Standing next to him was old lady Zhao, who was supported by Jiang Xiuxiu and Jiang Ming, wiping her tears as she walked.

At this time, she was in a very miserable state, her hair was disheveled, and she had changed her clothes into the simplest old cotton-padded jacket.

Jiang Xiuxiu and Luo Yurou are similar to her, not much better.

And all of them had red spots on their faces, which looked particularly scary.

Jiang Nanfeng and the others walked to a place not far from Jiang Nanyuan and the others, and looked up in their direction.

Seeing Jiang Wenjin standing with them, he was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Ming took the lead and shouted at Jiang Wenjin.

"Hey, you sickly bastard, what are you doing around that bitch? Come here now."

When Jiang Nanfeng heard Jiang Ming's disrespectful words, he did not scold him, but looked at Jiang Wenjin with some anger.

"You rebellious son, no wonder I didn't see you just now, it turns out you ran away a long time ago, get out here right now."

It was the first time that Jiang Wenjin heard Jiang Nanfeng scold him like this. He looked up in surprise and looked at him.

"Dad...I..."

Seeing that Jiang Wenjin was hesitant and obviously didn't want to come over, Jiang Ming curled the corners of his mouth and turned to Jiang Nanfeng and said.

"Dad, I think this sickly guy must have felt that our mansion has fallen on hard times, so he's relying on that bitch's family.

If he doesn't want to come, then don't come. I don't want him as my older brother, and he's sick, so he'll definitely need someone to take care of him on the way. I might as well just let him go with them."

Jiang Nanfeng thought carefully about what Jiang Ming said, and he also felt that it made sense. His health has always been poor, and if he dragged them down on the road, it would implicate him later.

"I've thought about it. Since you're willing to follow them, then go ahead. From now on, my mansion no longer has a son like you. We're no longer related."

Jiang Nanfeng was furious and wanted to cut the robe with a knife to sever the ties, but when he moved, he found that his hands were locked in shackles and he couldn't move at all.

He simply gave up the idea and spoke again: "Jiang Wenjin, from now on I, Jiang Nanfeng, no longer have a son like you. You will have to take care of yourself from now on."

He really said these words out of anger. After all, this incident happened so suddenly. He had a vague feeling that the confiscation of their mansion was not that simple.

Fortunately, Xiao Yujing had someone come over to give him some silver and a few words.

Let him go into exile with him for the time being, and he will find a way to bring him back to the capital later.

With his words, Jiang Nanfeng finally felt relieved and less panicked.

But now that he saw Jiang Wenjin and that bitch Lin Zhixue getting so close, how could he not be angry?

Last time, during the old lady's birthday party, he asked his servants to go out and buy a lot of things. Later, many merchants came to him and said that the silver they gave was actually stones.

When the housekeeper told him about this, he firmly thought it was impossible. How could it be a stone?

At that time, he still thought that those merchants were fooling him and just wanted to make more money.

He told the housekeeper to ignore them and kick them out.

When the merchants learned that the Marquis was acting in this way, they cursed him at the door for a long time. Finally, when they found that they could not get the money, they left dejectedly.

If you don't fight for fame and power, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

The more Jiang Nanfeng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he went to check where Lin Zhixue had placed her dowry.

Only then did they discover that all the dowry had turned into stone, although no one knew how they turned these stones into silver.

But he knew he was being tricked.

Because the news of smallpox spread in the mansion, he could only stay in the mansion and could not go out to cause trouble for Lin Zhixue and the others.

How could he remain calm when he saw Lin Zhixue again?

"Wenjin, since the Marquis' Mansion doesn't want you, I will take you. From now on, you will be my son."

Lin Zhixue was worried that she would not have the chance to ask Jiang Wenjin to come over, but now the opportunity came. She also did not want to tell the truth to Jiang Nanfeng and the others.

When Jiang Nanfeng heard what Lin Zhixue said, he snorted coldly, "He's just a sickly person. He'll die on the road sooner or later. You really think you've found a treasure."

Hearing him say this about Jiang Wenjin, Lin Zhixue clenched her hands in anger and strode forward, stood in front of him, and slapped him hard in the face twice.

"Jiang Nanfeng, you are such a piece of shit. Even your own son said that. I wish you will have no children and grandchildren in the future, and you won't be able to give birth to a son. When that happens, don't come here and cry and beg me to give Jin'er back to you."

Lin Zhixue would never have thought that her words would come true a few years later.

"You...you bitch, why did you hit me?" Jiang Nanfeng was so angry that veins popped on his neck and his handsome face turned the color of liver.

I wanted to hit back reflexively, but I couldn't do it myself.

"Enough, what are you making such a fuss about? Go back and stand still." The escorting officer Liu Neng saw that they were still chatting here.

They don't take them seriously at all. They must be taught a lesson. Do they think they are high-ranking officials?

In his eyes, they were nothing more than prisoners.

A whip was swung towards them.

Jiang Nanyuan was quick to pull Lin Zhixue, and the whip did not fall on her, but hit Jiang Nanfeng's face.

His face was burning with pain, but he dared not say anything. After all, he needed the escorting officers to take good care of him during his exile.

He had no choice but to stand back and swallow his anger.

They needed to be exiled to An County, thousands of miles away, to do hard labor there.

Liu Ke saw Jiang Nanfeng standing back, so he didn't continue to embarrass him. He waited at the city gate for a while until all the prisoners were sent over.

After all their relatives came to see them off, they officially set out on their journey to An County.

After walking a short distance, Jiang Nanyuan found Liu Neng and asked him if he could remove the shackles from Lin Zhaoye and his uncles.

He is willing to pay money.

Such things have happened many times in the past, and Liu Neng and his men have long been accustomed to it. Escorting officials is a good job, and they can make a lot of money along the way.

He nodded and pointed a finger at Jiang Nanyuan, "One hundred taels per person."

When Jiang Nanyuan heard this, she complained in her heart, it's really expensive!

But this amount of money was nothing to him. Besides, all the property of the Duke's Mansion was in her space. It didn't matter if he spent some.

There were four people in the Duke's Mansion, and they needed four hundred taels of silver notes. Jiang Nanyuan generously took out four hundred taels of silver notes and handed them over.

After seeing the banknotes, Liu Neng happily took them and hid them in his arms. Then he turned his head and looked in the direction of Li Wei.

This time, not only their small team was escorting the prisoners, but also Li Wei and a team of officers and soldiers.

Seeing that he was indifferent to what was happening here, he took Jiang Nanyuan to Lin Zhaoye and the others and opened the shackles on their necks.

The anklets on his legs were also untied.

Jiang Xiuxiu and the other family members who were being escorted together looked over and saw that the escort had actually untied the shackles that had been put on them by the Duke's Mansion.

Everyone started to feel dissatisfied. "Why do you untie their shackles? My father is also wearing shackles. Since you helped untie them, come and help untie my father."

"Yeah, yeah, untie ours too."

One by one, they started shouting, as if it was natural.

It is obvious that they have not yet realized that they have been reduced from high-ranking ladies to prisoners.