"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hurry up and get up! Stop pretending to be dead! We've only walked twenty miles today, and you can't hold on any longer? If you keep dawdling like this, when will we reach the place of exile?"
Song Jiao heard bursts of scolding and curses in her ears, accompanied by waves of pain. She felt as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart.
She slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and what came into her sight was an ancient man in official uniform with an angry face. He held a whip high in his hand, as if he was about to strike down fiercely at the next moment.
Song Jiao endured the pain in her body and slowly stood up. She looked at the man with cold eyes and said in a cold but firm voice, "I understand."
Seeing this, the man snorted coldly, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with her attitude, but due to his duty, he did not say anything more.
Song Jiao looked around and saw three or four other men in official uniform standing beside her, looking at her with either indifference or mockery. Surrounding her were seven or eight other men, women, and children, all dressed in tattered clothes and looking haggard. They were all exiled prisoners.
"Tuanzi! I asked you to find me a more exciting world, but I didn't say I wanted to escape from famine!" Song Jiao muttered to herself, her face full of helplessness and depression.
At this moment, Tuanzi's awkward voice echoed in his mind: "Hehe, Lord God, isn't this journey of escaping the famine also full of unknowns and challenges? Isn't that exactly the excitement you're looking for? Besides, you still have the system space and the planting space, so why worry about not being able to get through this plot?"
Song Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, "Okay, you are right."
At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, the wind was howling, and yellow sand was filling the sky.
The crowd struggled forward on this deserted road, and every step seemed particularly heavy.
Starting to walk again, Song Jiao began to accept the plot.
The original owner, Chen Yun, was once the delicate young lady of the Shangshu Mansion. She lived a wealthy life and everything was fine.
But since that day, the younger sister Shen You accidentally fell into the water. After waking up, she seemed to be reborn. She was talented, eloquent, and could recite quatrains from thousands of collections at will. She also created many unprecedented wonders, which attracted the favor of the prince and she became his concubine.
From then on, there was no peace in the Shangshu Mansion.
First, he was accused of embezzling disaster relief funds, and then rumors spread that he was secretly communicating with the enemy country.
Every time my father tried to defend himself, he was always silenced by the overwhelming evidence.
What's even more hateful is that Shen You secretly bribed the officials and pretended to plead for mercy, but in fact he wanted to put the Shen family to death.
The road to exile is long and arduous.
Chen Yun's family suffered a lot from the harsh treatment of the officials.
The once prosperous Shangshu Mansion now only has these few people struggling to survive.
The wind and sand were raging along the way, and the sky was filled with yellow earth. Chen Yun gritted his teeth, and an unyielding light flashed in his eyes.
"Father, have you ever thought that all this is Shen You's conspiracy?" Shen Yun looked at his father's increasingly thin face, his heart filled with resentment and resentment.
The father gave a bitter smile, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "How could I not know? But now, we are powerless to change the situation."
The officers had ferocious looks on their faces, and from time to time they spoke harshly to Chen Yun and others, and even beat them up.
Chen Yun clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't utter a single groan.
She knew that these officials were Shen You's lackeys, and their goal was to prevent the Shen family from ever reaching the place of exile safely.
"Chen Yun, don't even think about reaching the place of exile alive!" An officer glared at Chen Yun fiercely, with a sneer on his lips.
Then they were taken to a mountain where there were wild beasts, and they were all bitten to death by them.
The original owner's wish: to protect his family and make sure Chen You has a miserable death.
After taking a few steps, Song Jiao flashed in front of the official, the silver needle flashing with cold light, quietly pressing against his vital point on the waist.
"What exactly did Chen You instruct you to do? If you don't tell the truth, I will be blind!" Her voice was low, but it carried an unquestionable threat.
The officer felt a chill on his waist and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly put on a smile and said, "Miss Shen, you know I'm just a small character who takes money and helps others get rid of disasters. Please don't make things difficult for a small person like me."
Song Jiao's eyes were as cold as ice, staring at him indifferently, as if she could see through people's hearts: "Taking money to do things? Have you ever thought about whether money is more important, or your life?" She moved her fingers slightly, and the silver needle seemed to be about to pierce at any time.
The officer's face changed drastically, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice, "No, no, no, I'll tell you, isn't that enough?"
At this moment, the team in front seemed to notice something was wrong and cast curious glances.
Song Jiao was quick to pull out a jet-black pill from her sleeve and force it into the officer's mouth. She said in a cold voice, "Come to me in seven days to get the antidote. You must tell me everything about Shen You's plans, otherwise, none of you will survive this day!"
After she finished speaking, she gently patted the official's cheek, a cold smile on her lips: "Remember, your life is now in my hands."
The officer collapsed to the ground like mud, his eyes filled with unconcealable fear and panic, muttering to himself that this eldest daughter of the Shen family was truly ruthless and not to be trifled with.
Seeing this, Father Shen hurriedly walked to Song Jiao's side, frowned, and whispered with concern: "Yun'er, are you okay?"
His eyes were full of worry, and he was obviously very concerned about his daughter's safety.
Song Jiao shook her head gently, her expression calm yet revealing a subtle determination. "Don't worry, Daddy. I'm fine. But I'm afraid my sister is ruthless and won't let us reach the place of exile alive."
Upon hearing this, Father Shen's expression became even more solemn. He pondered for a moment, a flash of pain and confusion in his eyes: "We treat her like our own daughter, why did she become like this? How did the Shen family offend her to make her so cruel?"
After falling into the water, the daughter has completely changed and doesn't seem as well-behaved as before.
Mother Shen also slowly came forward, her eyes full of worry, she stroked Song Jiao's hair and sighed: "This journey is long and arduous, we may be able to hold on, but your grandmother is old and I'm afraid she can't bear the hardship of this kind of displacement."
In the original plot, this family had deep affection for the original owner. A warm current surged in Song Jiao's heart. She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes gleaming with determination: "Daddy, Mommy, don't worry, I will do everything I can to protect us!"
Song Jiao once again walked up to the official who had just taken the medicine and said coldly, "Find a way to get a few carriages, otherwise you will die now!"
The officer was also in a dilemma. "But I don't have that much money! And I don't want to be so tired."
Song Jiao took out a gold ingot and said, "Is this enough? If things are done well, you can live longer, but if things are not done well..."
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