"Boss, we've retrieved the heads of all the escapees!" After a while, the escorts who had gone to pursue the fugitives returned.

His body was splattered with blood, a large knife was stuck in his waist, and he was holding onto his braid, letting his head drag along the road. Blood formed a line that was clearly visible on the road even when the rain was pouring down.

"If you dare to cause trouble again next time, this is what will happen to you," the escort commander said, kicking the head of the person in front of him away. With the force of the kick, the head rolled into the ranks of prisoners, causing a chorus of screams.

The people of the Jiangning Marquis's residence looked at the head rolling at their feet, both shocked and relieved. Thank goodness they hadn't run away with it.

"Everyone, speed up! Move quickly!" the escort commander shouted.

After walking for about a mile, led by the escorts, they found a large cave to stay in. Having experienced that previous ordeal, the convicts were now extremely cautious and dared not cause trouble.

"Father, what's wrong? Your head is so hot, you probably caught a chill from being caught in the rain!" The Second Master touched the old Marquis's forehead.

"There's no way to see a doctor right now, and we don't have any medicine. My father is delirious from the fever!" the eldest son exclaimed.

"Master, if something happens to you, how will I survive?"

"father-in-law"

"grandfather"

"Second son, hurry and go to the constable to buy two doses of medicine to cure your cold," the old lady instructed.

"Mother, the official just killed someone, their hands are covered in blood, I can't do it." Her body trembled as she finished speaking.

"Brother, you're healthy now, why don't you let me go?"

“Your older brother isn’t fully recovered yet. He got caught in the rain, so he needs to take extra care of himself.” The eldest son of the family opened his mouth to speak as his mother tried to defend him, but ultimately remained silent.

"You're being biased."

The old marquis's consciousness was blurred, but his voice still reached my ears in wisps, sending a chill down my spine.

Before the Jiangning Marquis's mansion fell, he doted on his two legitimate sons from childhood, never lacking them money. Even when his second son had a penchant for art and repeatedly bought calligraphy and paintings at high prices, he didn't criticize him too much. As for his eldest son, he repeatedly supported him, securing him an official position in the court.

Now, for the sake of a fever-reducing medicine, the two brothers have repeatedly refused, leaving them feeling deeply saddened.

"Mother, have you forgotten your brother-in-law? Although we've separated the family, he's still Father-in-law's bloodline. The maid brought over a bundle earlier; it probably contains medicinal herbs. Let's go find him."

The second wife, watching the arguing group without daring to interrupt, stood anxiously by, worried about her husband. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she remembered her brother-in-law, Mo Zhong, and quickly suggested...

"Oh right, I almost forgot about my third brother. He must have some. I'll go ask him for two packets of fever reducer."

"Second brother, I'll go with you." The eldest son of the family felt ashamed for not speaking earlier, but if he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to remain silent.

Second Master looked at his elder brother who was following behind, his face was very sour, but he ignored him, as important matters were at hand.

"Third brother, Father has a fever. Give me two packets of fever reducer." The second master walked over and ordered rudely. The second master still held onto his previous mindset, looking down on Mo Zhong, who was born out of wedlock, and always treated Mo Zhong with condescension.

"This was brought to my daughter by the maid. Go ask her." Mo Zhong looked at his second brother, who was still the same as before, with his nose in the air. He couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. The more you paid attention to him, the more excited he became.

"Second Uncle, I do have some fever reducers. It's not impossible for you to have some." As she spoke, Mo Qian rubbed her two fingers together.

"Niece, we're still family, why go to such lengths?" Second Master knew things were going badly after hearing Mo Qian's words, and sure enough, she still wanted to pay him. He was furious.

“Yes, Moqian, this is for your grandfather to drink. Be sensible.” The eldest son of the family also acted like an elder.

“I was naturally worried about my grandfather’s illness. I should have brought him fever-reducing medicine so that he could recover as soon as possible. However, we have separated our family and are no longer able to continue our family business. We still have a long way to go, so please help us, my uncles. I think my uncles would not want to see us in such poverty. My father always taught me that my uncles are generous and kind people, and I should take them as my role models!”

Mo Qian didn't intend to make things difficult for them. Two packets of fever reducers weren't that important to her, and she could give them away without a problem. After all, the old Marquis was the original owner's grandfather. But these two people were giving orders as soon as they arrived, acting all high and mighty. If she didn't like them, she would just give them some money and make them feel the pinch, and see if they would still dare to be rude to her.

"Third brother, aren't you going to do anything about this?" Second Master's face darkened.

"I don't care about this. The fever reducer belongs to my daughter. If you want it, pay for it."

"You're obsessed with money. Give me two packets of fever reducers." The second master frowned, while the first master pulled out some silver from the crease of his clothes.

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"Master, the fever reducer is ready. Drink it while it's still warm." He blew on it to warm it up before slowly feeding it to the old marquis.

Although the old marquis was delirious, he subconsciously swallowed the medicine that was offered to his lips. His heart was filled with complicated emotions; he hadn't expected that in the end, he would still have to rely on his disliked youngest son.

Mo Qian and the original owner's parents found a spacious and well-ventilated spot. They took out a handful of rice from their bundle—actually, from their spatial storage—and used an earthenware pot they had exchanged with the escorts to cook a pot of porridge.

On this rainy day, a bowl of hot porridge is quite comforting, and the family of three is very content.

"I'll bring Father a bowl of porridge." Mo Zhong picked up a wooden bowl carved from wood, filled it with porridge, and walked towards the people of the Jiangning Marquis's residence, handing the porridge to the First Madam.

The old marquis watched Mo Zhong's departing figure...

The rain stopped and the sky cleared the next day.

"Get up, pack your bags, we'll hurry on our way soon!" the guards shouted.

Upon hearing this, the prisoners quickly sprang into action, fearing that any delay would displease the guards. The guards, having made an example of the prisoners yesterday, dared not make any small moves now.

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"Mother, we're almost at Liangzhou City, we've finally arrived!" Mo Qian said leisurely, sitting in the front of the carriage with her legs crossed.

"Finally, we can settle down." Zhang Jinxin sighed. Along the way, he had witnessed all walks of life. No wonder there were always heavy casualties on the road to exile, and only one or two out of ten people could reach their place of exile in the end.

Looking at Liangzhou City, which was so close at hand, Mo Qian sighed with relief. She had finally arrived and no longer needed to travel. Although Mo Qian hadn't suffered much on her journey of exile, she had only had the hardship of walking in the early stages. Later, she spent some money to bribe the escorts and bought a carriage in the city for transportation. People from the Jiangning Marquis's mansion also came to make their presence known, spewing a lot of sarcastic remarks.

Fortunately, during the next resupply, the Jiangning Marquis's residence and the other exiled prisoners followed suit, and their ears were less calloused, so the journey didn't feel any faster.

It's worth mentioning that along the way, that scoundrel Third Prince sent another assassin to silence them. In the end, they were outnumbered and were taken down by the escorts and the convicts. Of course, Mo Qian was there to help out and play dirty tricks.

For this reason, the escorts turned a blind eye to the convicts buying horse-drawn carriages. The convicts' lives were worthless, but the escorts valued their own lives. Even if another batch of assassins came, they couldn't withstand it.