Chapter 152 Make Her Disappear
These words didn't say anything, yet they seemed to say everything.
Yin Heng stood there in a daze, while Fu Yi had already spoken again.
"Do you know who sent people to hunt you down?"
"What did you see when you came to Weiyang?"
Yin Heng came back to his senses and looked over. Fu Yi had a serious expression on his face. Yes, it was time to get down to business. Yin Heng had no choice but to suppress his emotions and answer Fu Yi's question seriously.
How would he know? If he asked a few more questions, he would find that there was no connection.
…
Cheng Nianying stood outside the cave, turned her head to look to the left, then turned her head to look to the right.
In winter, the woods are sparse, and the mud in the forest becomes wet and soft due to the snow, making you stumble with every step.
Looking at the river again, it was almost frozen, but not completely frozen. It was dangerous to even stand on it and slide.
Go play aside?
What's there to play?
The guard came up hesitantly and said, "Miss Xiaohe, how about taking a walk around?"
Cheng Nianying thought about it and decided to go and scout the place.
She came back after a stroll and felt that the cloak on her body was getting heavier. When she raised her hand to take it off, Fu Yi came out.
"Where are you going to throw it?" he asked.
"Just need to take it off and give it back to you."
"How can you take back what you've given?"
After Fu Yi finished speaking, he took two steps forward and took her hand.
Cheng Nianying pulled her hand back without thinking.
Fu Yi held on tightly and said calmly, "Back then you were worried that my bed would be cold at night."
"What's going on?" She was still conscientiously playing the role of the princess at that time.
"You're so ruthless." Fu Yi sighed.
In response, Cheng Nianying simply withdrew her hand again.
Fu Yi held her tighter: "The road ahead is difficult."
Oh? You want her to help you?
Cheng Nianying turned her head to look at him, his lips were a faint white.
Cheng Nianying suspected that he was cold.
But he insisted that she return the cloak... because he didn't want it to roll on the ground again?
"What were you like when you were a child?" Fu Yi's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Huh? Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?
Is it because in the carriage, she and Amo mentioned that “we learned all this when we were young”?
"At what age were you when you entered the same place as Zizhu?" Fu Yi asked.
“…I can’t remember.”
"It's been there for as long as I can remember."
"Yeah." Cheng Nianying lowered her eyes in a bad mood.
"The Marquis of Wuning and his wife owe you a lot. How could they bear to let you take the blame for Qin Yurong?"
Cheng Nianying was silent for a moment, then said, "They may not love Qin Yurong that much."
"But at least they gave Qin Yurong a comfortable life, and when she got into trouble, they could clean up the mess for her instead of just letting her die. What did they give you?"
Cheng Nianying's brows gradually furrowed.
She no longer had any expectations for Chu Zhen, but that didn't mean these words sounded nice.
"I've heard many stories before. In those stories, whether they were kidnapped, lost, or just raised by their grandparents, when they were brought back to their parents, their parents didn't love them as much."
So, she didn't find it strange at that time.
Fu Yi continued, "Marquis Wuning is foolish. Chu Zhen is different. She is bold, careful, and also values profit. You are the daughter lost by the Marquis, not her illegitimate daughter with someone else. Why doesn't she just take you back?"
"She said that the matter was complicated and she had to tell the elders of the clan and report to the emperor. If that's the case, you will definitely suspect that the princess has been replaced." Cheng Nianying paused as she spoke.
"If she were smart, she would have prepared for both situations. On the one hand, she could have muddled through the situation, and on the other hand, she could have reported that she still had a daughter. At least when I exposed the substitutionary marriage, I would have known that the person who was replaced by me was also the daughter of the Marquisate, and not some person of unknown origin."
Fu Yi paused, "Comparing the two, which one would make me more angry?"
Cheng Nianying's face wrinkled: "I am an illegitimate daughter?"
"Or maybe Chu Zhen is not your mother at all."
"But I am so similar to Qin Yurong..."
"Did you know that Chu Zhen has a younger sister?"
"She mentioned it to me, saying that I could go and seek refuge with her once I was out of the spotlight."
Fu Yi lowered his voice, full of temptation: "Do you want to go and see what she looks like?"
…
Cheng Nianying had forgotten to pull her hand back until she got back on the carriage.
Inside the cave, Yin Heng watched the figure going farther and farther away, then lowered his head and packed up the food box.
Amo quickly said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Yin Heng said nothing, just lowered his head and continued to clean up.
Ah Mo looked at him and said, "The prince is here, why are you still unhappy?"
Yin Heng forced a smile: "I didn't."
"I should be grateful to the prince for coming here for a letter. But..."
"Just what?" Amo was puzzled.
Yin Heng sat down slowly, pulling the wound painfully.
However, he had only been with Liu Yi since he was a child, and finally fell in love with an extraordinary woman, but before he could say a word, he was disappointed.
"But I am afraid that Wei Yang will be in danger and harm the prince." He said.
Amo suddenly thought of the militia commander sent by Zhijun.
"If he were still here, we wouldn't have to be so scared, right? But he's nowhere to be found." Ah Mo muttered, "It turns out the soldiers aren't as loyal as we are."
Cen family.
The servant came trotting over to announce, "He's back."
The servant thought for a moment and then described it in detail: "The prince gave her all his cloaks, and both of them were very dirty."
"You really treat it like a treasure and watch it closely." Mr. Cen pulled the corner of his mouth unhappily.
He turned to ask his attendant, "Is everything arranged?"
The attendant bowed and smiled flatteringly: "Don't worry, sir, everything has been arranged."
"How's the search for the golden headdress going?" Mr. Cen San asked, waving his hand.
The long-servant couldn't understand: "This guy is going to... why is he still bothering with that golden headdress?"
Master Cen Sanye kicked him and said, "Idiot, if you don't even do this little bit, isn't it telling everyone that you're behind this?"
The attendant was kicked and coughed, but he didn't dare to rub his chest. He said embarrassedly, "I haven't found it yet."
Mr. Cen San rubbed his forehead and said, "What a bunch of idiots! They can't even find this..."
Cheng Nianying briefly forgot about the golden headdress.
It was rare for her not to have a good sleep, but fortunately she had always been in good health. Although she had some deficiency in the past, she had been well-recovered in the Prince's Mansion for a while.
She got up from the bed and the servant led her to have breakfast. When she stepped into the room, she saw Fu Yi sitting there, wrapped in a thick cloak, his face slightly flushed, but his lips were pale.
His hand rested on the edge of the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly. Then he lowered his head and coughed twice, unable to suppress it, and his hand tensed even more.
Cheng Nianying instinctively took a look at it and thought it was actually quite pretty.
"What happened to the prince?"
"I'm sick." The guard replied.
Cheng Nianying suspected that he was pretending, so she walked closer and reached out to feel his pulse.
Fu Yi moved even faster, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his forehead.
"Suspect me?" Fu Yi asked with a smile.
His forehead felt hot, and he wasn't faking it.
Cheng Nianying pulled her hand back: "It just depends on how serious the prince's illness is."
"You won't die." Fu Yi paused, "But you'd better stay away from me, so as not to get sick."
This sounds familiar.
Cheng Nianying vaguely remembered that he had said the same thing when he first entered the Prince's Mansion.
Only then did she truly feel that he was a good man.
But now... Cheng Nianying moved her butt, really distanced herself from him, and started eating breakfast in silence.
When she put down her chopsticks after eating and drinking her fill, she saw Fu Yi hadn't taken a single bite. "Has the prince taken his medicine?"
"I've eaten." Fu Yi paused, "I just can't eat."
The guard couldn't suppress his anxiety and said hurriedly: "We have to use some."
It is normal to have a fever, a bitter taste on the tip of the tongue, and a loss of appetite.
Cheng Nianying tilted her head and looked at him: "What can the prince eat?"
Fu Yi looked at her with a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who was sick.
"Walnut pie."
Cheng Nianying's eyes widened slightly, and she asked tentatively, "Then should I go down the mountain and take a look?"
"Okay." As soon as Fu Yi finished speaking, the guard immediately handed the purse forward. Cheng Nianying opened it and took a look. It was filled with small change.
Cheng Nianying's eyes flashed, but she didn't say anything.
I might as well stop by and see if Amo and the others are safe.
She rinsed her mouth and wiped her hands, then immediately went out with her purse in her pocket.
After she left, Fu Yi slowly stopped smiling, then raised his hand and pressed it above his temporal bone, massaging it vigorously.
He had a high fever and a splitting headache.
Cheng Nianying walked down the mountain road and saw that she was not far from the market.
"stop."
She turned around.
The ragged men were armed with crude weapons that looked more like farm tools than weapons. They slowly approached and muttered, "Come with us."
They were the ones picked away by the man on horseback the day before.
Cheng Nianying saw a slightly familiar face among them, the one who had greeted Amo.
"Uncle Tang?" she called out.
Uncle Tang shuddered.
The people around were so shocked that they stopped where they were: "Lao Tang, how does she know you?"
Uncle Tang licked his cracked lips, his face bitter: "It can't be helped. We are paid by others, so we have to do things for them."
The person who gave the order said: She must disappear from this world.
How can a disappeared person soothe the anger?
He is so ignorant that no matter how much love I have for you, all that is left is hatred.
At the Cen family, Cen Yaoxin raised her hand and held the pot to water a winter plant that had finally survived in front of her.
But when the water was poured on them, hot steam came out and the flowers and plants immediately curled up and shrank.
"These unidentified people are very useful. It would be great if we could continue to use them even after we go to the Imperial Capital." Cen Yaoxin wiped her hands and said to the maid, "Let's go, let's go visit the Prince."
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