Sumi quickly told Rabbit her idea.

Rabbit rolled his eyes at her, "This is a book world of a male-oriented political conspiracy novel. The three male protagonists in the original book cannot die before the book is finished."

Sumi nodded her little head like a chick trying to catch rice.

She understood, that is to say, before the book is finished, the three men, the little grandson, the eldest brother, and the King of Yan, cannot die. If one of them dies, the book will collapse, and she will be finished with it.

"In this case, does that mean I won't die before the book is finished?"

Su Mi asked this question with a clear conscience, because she was the sister of the villain who died at the very end of the original book - the biggest tool in the book.

The rabbit gave her a look that said, "You're overthinking it."

"As a qualified tool, you must always remember your responsibilities as a tool. You must die. It doesn't matter if you die early or late. You are mainly here to push the second male lead to become the villain."

Sumi wanted to bite this guy, "If I die, you must die too. Why are you showing off!"

It's like he's never died . "Ah, bite me!"

With a cry of surprise, Sumi's consciousness came out of the space, only to find that Yan Da and Yan Xiao were gone. The whole family was squatting on the ground eating.

I was cold and hungry, and I didn’t know where my next meal would come from.

The women from the third branch of the Su family no longer cared about anything else and rushed over to grab the food.

Especially Lu Huifen and Grandma Lu, they squeezed to Su Zhenbei's side. The whole family was nervous, afraid of touching the eldest brother's wound. Fortunately, when Yan Da and Yan Xiao were here, the whole family had almost finished eating.

"What are you robbing for? You're just starving ghosts reincarnated. Come out, put on the shackles, tie up the ropes, and put in the prison cart."

A team of jailers came in, holding ropes, wooden shackles, iron chains, etc.

The more the jailer yelled, the more fiercely the women and children in the third room fought for the food. The jailer yelled and scolded them, and whipped them a few times. But the people in the third room still ate all the leftovers.

Su Chengliang got a chicken butt stuffed into his hand by his mother, and some of it was stuffed into his mouth before he could even swallow it. He choked and rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hands to pound to relieve the breath.

Isn’t it?

The people in the third room are not stupid either.

This family of people originally came from their ancestral home and lived in the mansion of the Duke of Zhenguo. They were supported by the old Duke of Zhenguo. They had no relatives in the capital. Now all the money they had hidden on them was confiscated.

One can imagine the hardships on the road ahead. Now he can have a sip of oily soup, even if it is just a chicken butt, it is still meat!

"Men are put in the shackles at the age of ten, and women and children are tied up in groups of ten."

As soon as he walked out of the prison door, he couldn't help but shrink his body when the cold wind blew.

It rained late last night, and the ground was covered with mud. Your shoes will get soaked after walking on the road for a while.

They have disposable rubber medical gloves and foot covers in their office, but if you put them directly on your shoes, people will see you.

Not only will the common people be watching, but the dog emperor will also send people to watch secretly, as well as the political enemies of the Zhenguo Mansion.

Any slight negligence could result in the Su family not being able to leave the capital alive.

never mind,

The whole family has to bear the consequences first.

After leaving the city gate, she will find a way to change shoes for her family!

The prisoners standing in the yard were divided into two groups by the jailer: men over ten years old were put in the shackles, and women were tied with ropes.

What is that? Looking at the charcoal brazier under the courtyard corridor, there was smoke coming out of it. On it were strange iron tools.

Then I looked at the large needles placed in a wooden tray on the simple desk next to me.

Su Mi's eyelids jumped. Oh my god, could this be the tattooing of exiles in ancient times? Did the original book mention that the Su family was tattooed when they were exiled? Was it because it was a trivial matter that she didn't pay attention to it when she read the book?

Or maybe the original book didn't have tattooing at all. But because of her appearance, some plots were changed, and tattooing was added.

"I don't want to. I don't want to become ugly."

"Sir, we are not the main culprits, and we are not members of the Su family. We are just relatives. We are just two weak women. Even if you ask us to run, we can't. Please, sir, don't tattoo our faces. Can you tattoo it on our arms?"

No need to turn your head, listen to this familiar voice.

Su Mi knew that it was Lu Xianglian and Lu Wanwan who were causing trouble again.

"What are you thinking? Do you think this is a market and you can bargain? This is a case decided by the emperor himself. You are definitely exiled. Just tattooing your forehead is a bargain for you. If you keep yelling, I will give you two a good beating in the face."

The jailers smirked and took advantage of the women.

There were more than a dozen prison vans in the yard, with more than a hundred male and female prisoners, and thirty or forty jailers busy at work.

Today, in addition to the entire family of the Duke of Zhenguo, the entire family of the Wang Taifu family is also in exile. But so many people are not matched. I wonder who else is accompanying these traitors in exile.

The dog emperor and Gu Biantai are so insidious, exiling so many criminals together. Whether among the criminals or the escorting officials, it is convenient for them to hide the people they sent to kill my brother.

"Mom, baby Mi is too small, what should I do?"

Song Jinhe held her little baby in her arms, feeling extremely anxious.

Baby Mi is only a hundred days old, how can he endure the pain of tattooing his face?

Didn't Big Brother take care of it? Seeing that everyone in the third branch of the Su family had been tattooed, it was almost their family's turn. Song Jinhe was so anxious that her face turned pale.

[Oh, the Emperor Song is really good at handling things. He prepared a big gift for us brothers early on. One hundred taels for each of us, and sent someone to secretly give it to our family. He asked us to take care of everything when we send the Su family off today.]

A pockmarked jailer came over with tools, followed by a black-faced jailer.

[Putting on shackles and tying ropes, escorting prisoner carts. These jobs are all done by the brothers. Who should be punished more or less is still up to the brothers. Song Huangshang specifically mentioned the tattooing. He said that after the job is done, we brothers will never suffer any loss. Song Huangshang gave money generously and was a righteous man. The brothers naturally would not mess up the job.]

The two jailers looked at each other and said, "Brother, have you dealt with the needle?"

[Don't worry, I'll do it. It's anesthetic, so it won't hurt.]

[When you stab, you must control the strength well, so as not to leave scars in the future. Otherwise, we brothers will really be sorry for the money that Emperor Song spent.]

[Don't worry, I've been doing this for 20 years. It's not a big deal to decide who gets scars and who doesn't. But you have to mix the paint well.]

[Don't worry, it only lasts for three months and will fall off after washing]

Wow, my uncle is really awesome. He considers everything so carefully.

However, no matter what, you still have to get a tattoo on your face.

Sumi felt her skin tighten at the thought of having her forehead pricked by a needle or burned by a branding iron.

The injuries she suffered while on missions in her previous life and the subconscious sense of self-protection made every cell in her body tense up.

"Our Zhenbei is still unconscious, how can he stand in the prison van?"

I watched helplessly as Su Chengyi was driven into a prison van, with a shackle on his head and iron chains on his feet. He was placed in a prison van and swayed back and forth as the van moved forward, which was very uncomfortable.

The Su family was heartbroken, but when they saw the jailer carrying Su Zhenbei into the prison car again, Song Jinhe and Old Madam Su finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't worry, Madam Su. We have prison cars specially made for unconscious criminals."

A familiar voice came.

Gu Tai!!!

Sumi's pupils trembled.

Finished,

Now that Gu Tai is here, can he still hide from the tattoo?

(End of this chapter)