Even though there were three people sitting in the carriage, it didn't seem cramped. Xu Yaowen took out a storybook and snacks from under the seat, handed them to Jiang Zhiyu, and stared at He Yanting.
His eyes were full of warning.
He Yanting was calm and composed, his eyes casually falling on Jiang Zhiyu, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
This is different from usual. The fastest journey from Shengjing to Jinzhou takes ten days.
What's more, the farther away from Shengjing, the bumpier the road becomes, and the inns they stay in along the way are definitely not as soft as the couch she usually sleeps on.
Jiang Zhiyu was completely unaware of his worries. She leaned her arms on the car window and looked outside with excitement.
Although everything she saw was white, Jiang Zhiyu still found it very novel. She held a pastry in her mouth and watched the wild rabbits that occasionally jumped past outside.
"I don't know how Bol spread the epidemic," Xu Yaowen sighed. "Although the medicine has already been sent out, I have a feeling that the situation in Jinzhou is extremely dire right now."
When Jinzhou was mentioned, a cloud of gloom fell over the hearts of the other two.
Jiang Zhiyu's knuckles cracked.
Jinzhou officials and local gentry protected each other. Although my third uncle implemented some policies, he was a latecomer and didn't know as much as they did. They seized farmland and levied heavy taxes without restraint, leaving the people with no land to farm and no food to eat.
[Given their nature, even if the medicine is delivered, it won't reach the people who really need it.]
Listening to Jiang Zhiyu's inner thoughts, Xu Yaowen's face became heavy and his eyes turned red.
Although he was the prefect of Jinzhou, he had no one to rely on, and Governor Lian Qisheng and Governor Liu Zhijie were jointly suppressing him. Although he wanted to change, he was powerless.
[But don't worry, all the conspiracies and tricks are nothing compared to the absolute suppression of force. Just wait for the bullets!]
What is a gun bullet?
Although Xu Yaowen didn't know, he couldn't help laughing when he heard her somewhat naive speech.
He Yanting on the side couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Zhaorong's carriage was five or six meters behind theirs. When Jiang Zhaorong heard the servant report that they were taking the same route, he curled his fingers slightly.
His Majesty never mentioned that they were also going to Jinzhou...
However, they must be doing this for epidemic prevention, which does not conflict with their own purpose. Moreover, dealing with local officials can consume most of their energy. Coupled with epidemic prevention, they certainly do not have any extra energy to focus on themselves.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong's frown gradually relaxed.
Perhaps, he could also take this opportunity to repair the father-daughter relationship between himself and Zhiyu. If Song Shiwei really had a different identity, he would have another way out.
With an idea in mind, Jiang Zhaorong picked up the book aside and started reading it.
The carriage traveled from early morning to dusk, and near nightfall, they stayed in an inn next to the roadside post station.
It was inevitable that it would feel uncomfortable to sit in the car all the time, so Jiang Zhiyu jumped out and stretched lazily. The other two also got out of the car. Xu Yaowen asked for three upper rooms, and He Yanting went somewhere unknown.
Jiang Zhaorong followed behind them. Knowing that Xu Yaowen disliked him, he did not come up to him again. When Jiang Zhiyu looked up, he put on a wry smile, which looked so sad no matter how the servant standing next to him looked at him.
Xu Yaowen snorted disdainfully. Jiang Zhaorong's appearance was undoubtedly superior, otherwise Xu Youran would not have been so captivated by him that she was determined to marry him.
Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Zhiyu nervously.
The aesthetic tastes of mother and daughter wouldn't be the same, and Jiang Zhaorong is Zhiyu's biological father. Zhiyu wouldn't feel pity for him when she sees him like this.
He kept staring at Jiang Zhiyu, and only felt relieved when he saw her look away with no emotion in her eyes.
After He Yanting came back, they had dinner. Because they had to get up early to travel the next day, Xu Yaowen did not keep Jiang Zhiyu for long. He sent her to the door, told her to rest early, and then returned to his room.
Jiang Zhiyu lay on the bed, feeling a sharp pain in her back.
Even the upper room could not be compared with the residence in Shengjing. It was just a thin mattress, which was no different from sleeping directly on the bed.
However, Jiang Zhiyu was able to adapt well. She spread out half of the quilt, lay on it, then covered herself with the other half of the quilt and closed her eyes.
She was about to go to sleep when there were two knocks on the door.
“Dong—dong—”
Jiang Zhiyu turned over and got out of bed. When she opened the door, the first person she saw was He Yanting holding a quilt.
Jiang Zhiyu: “???”
She blinked: "Are you going to offer yourself to me?"
She spoke these words with a smile, each word clearly pronounced, full of teasing.
He Yanting's tone was also full of smiles: "You are so young, what do you think about all day long?"
He stepped in and looked at the mess on the bed, the smile in his eyes grew even wider.
He put down the three quilts in his arms and made the bed for her himself.
Jiang Zhiyu was watching him from behind. She wanted to lend a hand, but was blocked by He Yanting.
After it was laid out, He Yanting reached out and pressed it again. Only after feeling the soft touch under his palm did he withdraw his hand.
He did not leave. The dim light in the room illuminated his profile, adding a sense of danger. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the danger was diluted.
"What are you going to do when you get to Jinzhou?"
His voice was clearer in the quiet room, and his eyes were looking at Jiang Zhiyu quietly.
He Yanting thought about Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts in the carriage, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, it wouldn't be that she would kill those people as soon as they met.
Jiang Zhiyu had no intention of hiding anything from him and spoke frankly, "If the medicine is really in their hands, then they will be killed on the spot."
Her tone was calm, not like she was talking about life or death, but more like she was talking about what she had eaten tonight.
He Yanting's eyes were deep, and his dark pupils were bottomless.
"Killing Lian Qisheng and Liu Zhijie is easy, but they have been in that position for too long. Their followers and the forces behind them are spread all over Jinzhou. Moreover, Jinzhou is currently in the midst of an epidemic prevention situation and is in urgent need of personnel. If they are killed, your uncle will be the only one transferred and I'm afraid he will be too busy to handle it."
Jiang Zhiyu also knew the pros and cons of this, but...
She smiled and said, "Who said I only killed two of them?"
There was a glint of fire in her eyes, and the corners of her lips and eyebrows were raised as if she was smiling, but there was no trace of calmness, and instead she exuded a coldness.
He Yanting's breathing was slightly stagnant, but it was not because of fear. There was excitement in his eyes and he stared at her with interest.
Jiang Zhiyu: “???”
[Hiss, why does this look resemble the way he looked at me when we first met?]
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