Chapter 2: Almost Buried Alive
After hearing Daxiong's report, Shen Yuexi sighed inwardly. It seemed that the corresponding pharmaceutical materials were not available in her location.
She tried hard to open her heavy eyelids again, and after several attempts, she finally managed to open a crack.
The first thing that caught my eye was the sky, which was covered with dark clouds. The air was humid and stuffy, with a faint smell of rain. It seemed that a heavy rain would come soon.
She was lying alone in an open space. Within a radius of five meters, there was not a single medicinal herb, not even a single dogtail grass.
A good cook cannot cook without rice. No matter how powerful a universal manufacturing machine is, it needs raw materials to function.
Big Bear's voice rang out again, "Dear Master, please change your position as soon as possible. Big Bear will continue to collect the raw materials needed for the antipyretic medicine and will notify you when the collection is complete."
Shen Yuexi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She wanted to move, but the problem was that she was so weak all over that she couldn't move at all.
After complaining for a while, she finally faced reality. This was better than nothing. At least the universal fabricator came with her.
Once she gets out of her current predicament, she will definitely find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and live out her retirement life in advance with the help of the universal manufacturing machine.
After thinking of a way out and staying calm, she decided to continue lying quietly.
Although she couldn't enjoy the life of a Crown Princess, she could still lie down and relax.
Her eyes fell on the two people who had just spoken not far away. She saw that they were wearing black clothes and green hats, black boots, and had swords on their waists. They were definitely the officials who guarded exiled prisoners in ancient times.
But at this time, the two of them were each holding a shovel, digging a hole with great effort, and the hole seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. After visual measurement, it was about seven feet long and two feet wide, just enough for one person to fit in.
Her heart skipped a beat and an ominous thought arose in her mind.
Isn't this trap prepared for her?
The following conversation between the two completely blocked her idea of continuing to lie dead.
"Okay, it's deep enough. Go drag the body over here," one yamen runner ordered another. "Bury it quickly. It's so hot, it'll stink soon."
Shen Yuexi: “…”
She felt it was very necessary to let the two of them know that she could still survive.
Compared to survival, face does not exist.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer to her, there was no doubt that this trap was definitely set for her.
She tried to make a sound to prevent herself from being buried alive.
But the original owner had been ill for three days, and had been traveling for days, so he had no energy to speak.
The footsteps were getting closer, and she started to get anxious.
The smell of earth filled her mouth and nose. The leaves above her head rustled in the wind, and the damp, hot air brushed against her cheeks, bringing a dull heat. Her throat felt like it was on fire, dry and painful.
She moved her little finger dejectedly and found that it could move. The hope that had almost been extinguished was rekindled, and she slowly began to move other joints.
When she felt some strength back, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't want to die right after coming through.
Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath, gathered all her strength, and was about to sit up when suddenly a piercing scream came from her ears, startling her so much that she sat up straight.
The scream made even the birds perched in the trees flap their wings and fly away.
"Oh my god!" The bailiff's hat even fell off. He tumbled and crawled several meters away in an instant. Without looking back, he ran to another bailiff who was still digging a pit. He pointed at Shen Yuexi behind him and said in a trembling voice, "She's resurrected! She's resurrected!"
Shen Yuexi sat up with her hair disheveled and shouted at the top of her voice, "I'm alive! Alive! Alive!"
She quickly proved that she was alive.
If I don't hurry up and tell it, I probably won't even have a chance to come back to life.
The yamen runner seemed to have not expected that the corpse could actually speak, and he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look. The yamen runner who had been digging the pit also looked up from inside, took a look and said, "She's not dead yet. Look how scared you are."
She nodded gratefully to the man in the pit and swallowed hard.
The words came out more freely, but the fire in my throat burned even more fiercely, and the pain was as unbearable as if it were being cut by a knife.
The yamen runner saw the situation clearly, his eyes widened, and he looked incredulous at first, then furious.
"What are you yelling about in broad daylight?" He shouted, his face still showing panic, "You almost scared me to death!"
Shen Yuexi muttered to herself, "You were almost scared to death? Then how many exiles died along the way because you were driven away with whips, and you didn't even blink an eye."
The destination was still far away, and she could only endure the little yamen runner for the time being.
Seeing that she was fine, the yamen runner was no longer afraid and shouted, "Since you are awake, get out of here quickly so that you can get on the road later.
Shen Yuexi endured the dryness and pain in her throat and asked, "Master, I'm thirsty and hungry now. Can you give me something to eat or drink?"
The voice was really unpleasant, like a rooster with its neck pinched.
The two yamen runners exchanged glances and whispered a few words. The timid one said, "Wait."
He walked away quickly and came back soon with a hard steamed bun and a cracked clay bowl filled with less than half a bowl of water. He placed them in front of her, turned around and left.
Chen Yuexi drank from a bowl while looking at the huge crowd not far away. Most of them were in tattered clothes, their eyes were vacant and lifeless, like zombies, their wrists chained by long chains, sitting together.
They are all people implicated in the prince's case.
After only two weeks of exile, more than half of the people had already died on the way. Even if they managed to hold on, few would have survived, let alone reaching the borderlands.
Walking to the border would cost even a god half his life, let alone the elderly, children, women and children.
If this continues, I will die on the road sooner or later. I have to escape.
She looked around. The cecal path surrounded by mountain springs was rarely visited. She remembered that she had not met any outsiders in the past two days.
There were no less than twenty officers guarding them, all of them looking shrewd and capable. Even at night they would take turns on duty, never letting down their guard.
Even though the bailiff was frightened by her corpse, his body was very stable.
She glanced at the crowd again, lowering her eyes in thought.
It was unrealistic to escape now. No one in the group was capable of fighting, and she herself was powerless.
If they wanted to escape, they could only seek help from outsiders, but the elderly, the young, the sick and the weak could obviously not be relied upon.
She put down the bowl and looked calmly towards the big tree.
A man sat with his back against a tree, one leg bent, his shackled hands resting on his knees, his gaze fixed unfocused on the horizon, his face expressionless and indifferent, neither sad nor happy.
He was the only one among these people wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles, and the yamen runners guarding him were extremely cautious.
This man was her nominal husband - the deposed Crown Prince Xiao Zhuo.
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