Fortunately, the donkey cart wasn't small; otherwise, it would have been too cramped to fit someone as big as Xu Ce inside.
Fortunately, they didn't have much stuff, and each person carried a little on their person, so they didn't put too much on the donkey cart. Otherwise, without Shen Xingmian, they really wouldn't have had room to move.
After dropping the man off, the two officers immediately left without looking back, fearing that such a valuable laborer would be rejected and refused treatment, leaving them to worry about what to do.
Burying it on the spot would be a waste, but the boss would never agree to putting it in their car.
Seeing that the two had walked away, Shen Xingmian finally felt relieved. She secretly lifted the curtain of the donkey cart and saw that Xu Ce had indeed opened his eyes.
Seeing the young prince who had recovered his spirits, he felt a mixture of surprise and sadness in his eyes.
The good news is that the Crown Prince's lineage has at least left behind descendants. The bad news is that I am so immersed in pain that I have become a walking corpse and have never thought about rescuing the young prince.
Shen Xingmian was unaware of his complex psychology, and even if she had, she would have felt that it was unnecessary to take all the responsibility upon herself.
He's all alone. Even if he wanted to save him, he wouldn't have the ability, and he'd risk getting himself killed as well.
The outcome is the same regardless of whether you think about it or not.
Even in criminal cases, the principle of "presumption of innocence" applies; without evidence, a conviction cannot be made, let alone a mere thought.
Shen Xingmian, as usual, gave Xu Ce a bamboo tube filled with supernatural water. Before, it was inconvenient, so she only gave him wound medicine. This time, since he came directly, it would be easier to help him heal his injuries.
Even without applying medicine, he can slowly recover on his own by drinking low-level supernatural energy water every day.
After the minor incident, the group walked for another half an hour before finally stopping to rest.
Shen Xingmian rubbed her slightly sore legs and obediently followed her aunt to sit under the shade of a tree.
My aunt, who was originally such a well-mannered lady from a respectable family, can now sit on the ground in front of a group of people without changing her expression, and even quickly set up a stove.
Shen Xingmian was somewhat impressed by their swift movements; indeed, human potential is limitless.
Mu Zhizhi resolutely refused to let Liu Yunxuanyue come to help, only telling them to rest well. She felt really bad that the two girls were dragging her two grown men around every day.
The two girls had no choice but to take a nap under the shade of the tree. To be honest, this little bit of hardship was nothing compared to the suffering they had endured back then.
They were rescued by the old general from a town that had been burned, killed, and looted by foreign tribes. The painful memories of their childhood were no longer so clear, but their desire to learn martial arts and kill the bandits remained firm.
They were only seven years old at the time, but those beasts had no intention of letting them go. If it weren't for the old general's appearance, their fate would have been even worse than that of the others.
When I was little, I didn't really understand; I just felt like I was being led out of a life-threatening situation. As I grew up, I became even more grateful to the teachers who took them home and taught them with such care.
His mentor was worried that having a grown man like him with two young girls would damage their reputation, so he sent them to live with his daughter.
From then on, the two maids followed Shen Yunting. Although they were called servants, the young lady would share anything good with them. Despite her seemingly rough and careless nature, she was exceptionally kind to them.
So even if it's just pulling a cart to get somewhere, they'd be willing to risk their lives if it meant facing danger.
But their past experiences told them that neither their mentor nor the young lady liked this kind of thinking.
They have always been taught that no one is more important than themselves, and that all they need to do is learn to protect themselves.
Having read so many books, how could they not know that the person who says such things is the one who truly cares about them?
This makes you want to open your heart even more, and you're even afraid that you'll be too slow to do so.
When they were little, they went through a period of great isolation, and they couldn't even remember their own names. It was Shen Yunting who accompanied them through it.
The names Liuyun and Xuanyue were the result of much thought and effort by the young ladies at the time; they thought they sounded very nice.
So even if I remembered the original name later, I didn't want to use it anymore.
Because they weren't originally from that town like the others; their parents had sold them the day before so their younger brother could go to school.
The place it was sold to was still a brothel.
Even if those foreigners hadn't burned, killed, and looted, their innocence still couldn't have been preserved.
These events from long ago were unknown to the first wife who later married into the family. Apart from her mentor and young lady, no one else in the world knew about them.
So the two of them were actually quite conflicted, feeling guilty for making the First Madam feel so ashamed.
Caiyue even secretly asked her mistress if she should just tell the First Madam, so that she wouldn't keep preventing them from doing any work.
Miss's reply really surprised her.
She said that her sister-in-law was just like that; even if she knew about the past and knew that the Shen family had been kind to them, she wouldn't think that it was a matter of course for the two young girls to help pull the cart.
They were also told not to overthink it and to just relax and get some rest.
That's why we're in this situation today, with the First Madam busy starting a fire and cooking, while the two of them are slacking off under the shade of a tree.
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Most of the time, when her aunt was cooking, Shen Xingmian would help out so that she could provide some inconspicuous items from her space.
My aunt never asked a single question, such as: "Hey, did those people give us any of these seasonings?"
Instead, they would simply say, "We're so lucky to have even this!"
Shen Xingmian liked this aunt very much. Normally, a young lady from a prominent family would find it difficult to adapt to this sudden life of exile.
But my aunt not only adapted quickly, but also did exceptionally well. She may seem gentle, but she is actually very resilient.
That makes sense, otherwise how could he have taught his cousin so well?
In order to cook the rice quickly, Mu Zhizhi soaked the rice in water in a bamboo tube in advance. Strangely enough, after three days, there seemed to be quite a lot of rice left.
At first, Mingming was worried that there would be no food in a few days, after all, there were quite a few people in her family.
The fruit that Mian'er gave them today was something she had never eaten before, and the skin of the fruit was extremely thin, so it would break if touched, and it would definitely be difficult to preserve.
Mian'er never left, so where did she get that thing from?
The thought only flashed through her mind briefly before she went back to her own business. Arranging three meals a day for a large family was no easy task.
It's all because she didn't like being waited on in the past; otherwise, she would definitely have servants to help her now.
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