Chapter 7 Do you want to see?

The next few days were quiet.

The education in the Marquis's Mansion seemed to be very good. Along the way, only the prince threatened Chen Shiyi a few times and the young lady expressed doubts a few times, and then no one talked about her anymore.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe he felt that he had reached this point and there was no point in saying more.

She was sitting by the fire, and just as she was about to close her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the figure of an official.

He was talking in a low voice with another officer, his eyes constantly glancing towards the people from the Wen family.

His eyes were filled with greed and calculation.

Chen Shiyi was a little uneasy.

Should I remind the prince of the Marquis's Mansion? After all, if anything happens to them, she will also be implicated.

The spring rain has been falling continuously, with no sign of stopping.

On the road of exile, everyone was more or less infected with the cold.

The disease of wind-cold depends on the person. For example, she has never taken any medicine bought with money. After jumping around for a while and sweating, she will be fine.

But the people in the marquis' mansion, who had been accustomed to a life of luxury, fell ill one after another.

This is not a good sign.

I heard from the second young master of the Wen family that they are now more than 400 miles away from Beijing and are almost halfway there.

The next resting place is Panshui Station.

This was the first post station I passed on the road to exile.

It was made of blue bricks and gray tiles, and was empty and desolate. There were only a few officials guarding the post station inside. When they saw the arrival of the people, they just stayed there lazily, without making any movement.

The officers escorting the prisoners seemed to be accustomed to this. They only allocated a place for everyone to rest, left two people to guard it, and let the rest go to rest.

Chen Shiyi followed the people from the Marquis' Mansion into a low old house. Inside the house, there was a row of shops that could accommodate many people.

Finally, there is a place to shelter.

She went to get some hot water from the pot on the campfire and walked back to a corner where an officer blocked her way.

"You, come here."

Chen Shiyi didn't understand.

When she approached the officer, she heard him smile sinisterly and whisper in her ear.

"Untie your chains and you will obey my orders. Go and secretly call out the young lady you are following. Don't alarm anyone. If you do the job well, I will give you ten copper coins."

Chen Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then spoke loudly.

"What do you want to do with Miss Wen?"

The officer's face darkened. This stupid woman was simply too much. How could he still do anything when she was shouting so loudly?

The prisoner's room was right next door, so maybe everyone inside heard it.

Although we were already outside the capital, sleeping with a female prisoner wasn't a big deal, but the boss had already told us not to touch her.

But the young lady of the Wen family was really beautiful, with a graceful figure and a slender waist, and he had been coveting her for a long time.

He was so angry that he pointed at Chen Shiyi fiercely and quickly hid aside.

Chen Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief, his legs feeling a little weak, and he quickly walked into the house.

As soon as she returned to the room, everyone in the Wen family looked up at her, some puzzled, some questioned, some were angry, some were calm...

Chen Shiyi did not sleep on the floor. She lowered her head, huddled in the corner, and did not dare to say a word.

She had just closed her eyes and dozed off when she heard footsteps stopping in front of her.

She opened her eyes and saw the prince sitting beside her, leaning against the wall with the shackles on his body, his black hair hanging down on his neck and shoulders, his face tired, but his eyes sharp.

"You are very smart."

Chen Shiyi thought about how he should answer. He could say something humble, saying that he was not that smart, or saying no need to thank me, or saying, I am coming to your side now, and you have to protect me in the future.

However, her mouth slipped.

"You are in chains and you can't take them off. What should you do if you want to relieve yourself?"

After hearing these words, Chen Shiyi felt that he might be possessed by a demon and was talking nonsense.

When Wen Zhiheng heard this, he was stunned, and a trace of unnaturalness appeared on his face, but it disappeared in a flash.

A warm, hoarse voice sounded overhead.

"Why? You want to see it?"

Chen Shiyi buried his head in his arms, not daring to say a word.

Not long after, in the darkness, there was a slight dragging sound of a chain, coming from beside her and going out the door.

Wen Zhiheng walked into the yard. It was still drizzling outside and his shoulders were wet again.

Finally, the leading official arrived.

The officer had an indifferent expression, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, but he did not dare to show it in front of others, and he looked very absurd.

"What does the prince want to see Hu for?"

Wen Zhiheng's expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes were indifferent.

"It is a sin to disturb Lord Hu's rest so late at night, but I hope Lord Hu can manage his subordinates well. If something happens to my family, Lord Hu will also suffer the consequences, which will not be good."

When Lord Hu heard Wen Zhiheng's threat, he laughed disdainfully.

"Prince, watch your tone. You are now a prisoner exiled by the emperor's personal decree. You are no longer the high and mighty prince of a marquisate. I am giving you enough respect by calling you Prince here."

Wen Zhiheng was not annoyed and continued to speak in a lukewarm tone.

"The other prisoners who were with us were chained together, but we were allowed to separate and walk freely. My maidservant only did a trivial thing, but she was able to have all her bracelets and anklets removed. I guess no prisoner has ever been treated like this before, right?"

Officer Hu folded his arms tightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"It's good that the prince understands."

"So, the person who just said that must die."

When Officer Hu heard this, his expression instantly became serious.

"You have no right to interfere in what is going on here. I have taken a risk by allowing your family to enjoy special treatment. How can I report back if I am escorted by officials?"

Wen Zhiheng's eyes were deep as he glanced at Officer Hu indifferently.

"I have done the superficial work. I have owed Lord Hu a favor. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Perhaps, just because of Lord Hu's kindness this time, I will have a bright future!"

"You are an exiled prisoner, and you actually drew that empty cake for me?"

"That depends on whether Lord Hu is willing to take a chance."

After Wen Zhiheng finished speaking, he went into the room.

Outside, Officer Hu's expression looked uncertain under the flickering light of the bonfire.

Chen Shiyi was awakened by a burst of screams.

On the wooden bed, the Second Young Mistress was holding Rui'er in her arms, her eyes red, her face pressed tightly against Rui'er's forehead, crying silently.

Everyone in the Wen family had gotten up at this moment, and they were all looking at Rui'er, feeling extremely worried.

Chen Shiyi took a look and saw that Rui'er's cheeks were red, his lips were purple and had several small cracks. He had a high fever.

It was still dark outside, and it was dark grey.

She rekindled the extinguished campfire, heated the water in the iron pot, took the broken bowl beside her, filled it with hot water and brought it over.

"Give him some water."

The second young lady took the water, blew it to warm it up, and then fed it into Ruier's mouth.

Chen Shiyi tore off half of the sleeve on his arm, walked outside, wet it with cold water, and walked back into the room.

"Put it on his forehead, it will feel much more comfortable."

Wen Zhiheng raised his head and looked at her, his eyes passing over her half-empty sleeves, his dark eyes were extremely deep.

Mrs. Wen's face was filled with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, girl."

Chen Shiyi lowered his head and spoke softly.

"You have to get your fever down in time. There's no shelter on the road, so it's going to be very hard to endure."

Wen Zhiyuan was running around in circles.

"You can use acupuncture to reduce fever, but we don't even have a needle."

After hearing this, Wen Zhiheng hurried outside.

After a while, she held an embroidery needle in her hand.

"Is this feasible?"

Wen Zhiyuan nodded and quickly injected several needles into Rui'er.

A few drops of bright red blood came out from the injection site. Chen Shiyi changed the water on his sleeve several times before Rui'er's fever gradually subsided.

The stones in the hearts of several people were finally put down.