Chapter 110 You Should Take Good Care of Miss Zhang

Under the relentless pressure from Lin Zhiyi and Zhao Zhan, Lord Zhang finally said, "Okay, I won't report it."

He would make an excuse, saying that one of his men fell ill and died on the way.

He would also restrain the other escorts and not allow them to utter a word.

Lin Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She took out a bag of golden beans, which she had just given to Eunuch Wang. Eunuch Wang confiscated them and said, "Master Zhang, I won't let you do this favor for nothing. Please keep these."

Mr. Zhang glanced at the purse but didn't take it.

Lin Zhiyi put it on the table and left the room.

She didn't want Lord Zhang to come to his senses and hold a grudge against her, so she could only give him some benefits so that he would feel at ease.

After leaving the house, Lin Zhiyi took out another purse and stuffed it into Zhao Zhan's pocket, "Thank you, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Zhan refused, "Miss Lin, why are you being so polite to me?"

Lin Zhiyi didn't want to owe anyone a favor, but since Zhao Zhan didn't want to accept it at this time, she couldn't force it on him.

Forget it. After all, the Lin family will return to Chang'an in the future. I'll let my father and brother repay this favor then.

After Lin Zhiyi separated from Zhao Zhan, he went to the room where Zhang Wanqing and her daughter were imprisoned.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhang Wanqing leaning on Li Wenjing's arms and crying. Li Wenjing wanted to push her away, but there was a trace of reluctance on his face.

Seeing Lin Zhiyi come in, he opened his mouth to explain, but was afraid of hurting Zhang Wanqing.

Lin Zhiyi looked down and saw Madam Zhang, the Grand Tutor, lying on the ground. She looked like she was dead, but her eyes were wide open, clearly showing that she was still awake in death. She still took a step back in fear.

Li Wenjing saw that Lin Zhiyi looked unhappy and said to her, "You should go back first."

Lin Zhi noticed that Zhang Wanqing's clothes had been torn, barely covering her body, and her hair was messy. If she went out like this, others would know what had happened to her.

It's such a pity that such a good girl's innocence was ruined like this.

She sighed and turned to go out.

She went to the carriage and actually found a pink linen dress in the space, which was just right for a woman like Zhang Wanqing.

She went back to the room.

"Miss Zhang, I'm not sure if this dress will fit you. Please take it and change it first."

Zhang Wanqing stopped crying, let go of Li Wenjing, and turned to look at Lin Zhiyi.

Along the way, Zhang Wanqing heard a lot of people talking about Lin Zhiyi. She knew that Lin Zhiyi was cheated of all her dowry money by her husband's family, and was divorced after the Lin family fell into trouble.

But she did not seem to be discouraged by this and she helped many people during her exile.

Zhang Wanqing was envious for a long time at that time, envying Lin Zhiyi's free and easy style.

Lin Zhiyi then noticed that Zhang Wanqing's eyes were swollen from crying. She looked at Li Wenjing and said, "Your Highness, please step aside and let Miss Zhang change her clothes first."

Li Wenjing paused, looked at Lin Zhiyi again, and walked out the door.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy.

The way Lin Zhiyi looked at him was no longer the same as before.

After Li Wenjing left, Lin Zhiyi said, "Miss Zhang, please accept my condolences. If you are overly sad, how can your mother rest in peace in her grave?"

Zhang Wanqing covered her face and started crying again.

"Sister Lin, my innocence has been ruined. How can I still have the dignity to live? I might as well go with my mother."

Lin Zhiyi felt sad when she saw her like this.

Yes, women of this era value innocence the most.

"Miss Zhang, I just asked. His Highness has avenged you. He has killed those villains. You must live well to be worthy of your mother and His Highness."

Zhang Wanqing stopped crying and looked at Lin Zhiyi: "Have I caused trouble for His Highness?"

"It's okay. He is the emperor's son after all. Who else can touch him except the emperor? What you need to do now is to get yourself in order and go bury Madam Zhang."

Zhang Wanqing took Lin Zhiyi's words in. She took the clothes and said, "Thank you, Sister Lin."

"Change your clothes first. We can discuss the next steps after you've changed."

"good."

Lin Zhiyi walked out of the house and saw Li Wenjing waiting outside the door.

Seeing Lin Zhiyi coming out, he hurriedly explained: "I..."

"Your Highness, there's no need to say anything. Imperial Tutor Zhang is a good official. He's also your mentor. His daughter is your childhood sweetheart. You should take good care of Miss Zhang."

Lin Zhiyi said, taking out a purse and throwing it to Li Wenjing, "I'll lend it to you so that Miss Zhang can bury Mrs. Zhang properly."

"No, don't get me wrong..."

Before Li Wenjing could finish his words, he saw Lin Zhiyi striding away, not wanting to hear his explanation at all.

Li Wenjing held the purse in his hand and felt it was a little hot.

Lord Zhang led his men to dispose of the bodies of the three escorts.

Then the escort sent the convicts on their final journey to the county government office to receive the documents.

The Jinwu Guards will also leave for Chang'an today.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Zhan for the last time, the Lin family's carriage also arrived at the Fangling County Government Office with the escort.

When he arrived at the yamen, Lin Zhiyi realized that when convicts received documents, they could borrow money and seeds for farming from the government.

Each of them could receive one hundred coins and half a bushel of seeds, which they would return when the harvest came. If it was not enough, they would find a way on their own.

As for arable land, each person can go to the designated area in the document to receive one acre of wasteland to reclaim.

This can be considered as the court's care for these fugitives.

Finally some humanity!

The crops include rice, corn, soybeans, etc. Although it is a bit late to plant them at the end of April, it is still in time.

After a while, the prisoners were seen lining up.

Lin Zhiyi was not on the list of fugitives, so she did not have to queue.

After waiting by the carriage for a long time, the Lin family came back. After asking, I found out that they had received the documents and were assigned to Xishui Village.

With the written documents, he could claim the wasteland, but when Lin Fu wanted to borrow money and plant crops, he was stopped by Madam Song.

Mrs. Song just whispered to Lin Fu that her daughter had some money and could sell the house where the Qin family lived.

The reason why Mrs. Song did not tell anyone about it on the way to exile was because she was afraid that people around her would worry about it, so she only told Lin Fu at this time.

Only then did Lin Fu receive the paperwork.

Lin Zhiyi smiled after hearing this. Since the name is Xishui Village, there must be no shortage of water in the village. Even if there are wastelands, they will not be as dry as scorched earth.

Then she would have a way to turn that piece of wasteland into treasure.

Thinking this way, Lin Zhiyi felt that there was nothing wrong with the Lin family being exiled to Fangzhou. At least they could live a stable life for a few years.

At this time, Li Wenjing also came over with the documents, "Master Lin, I am also in Xishui Village. I still have things to take care of here. You can go back first."

Lin Fu hurriedly said, "Your Highness... Young Master, why don't you drive another carriage?"

It was inconvenient to call him "Your Highness" on the street, so Lin Fu quickly changed his words.

Li Wenjing glanced at Lin Zhiyi and said, "No need."

He wanted to find a place to bury Mrs. Zhang Taifu first. Thinking of how Lin Zhiyi turned pale with fear when she saw the deceased today, he didn't want to drive the Lin family's carriage.

It would be better to spend money to rent a carriage to move the coffin. Anyway, you need to hire a carriage to buy the coffin.