"But, he is a member of the Shen family after all." Father Shen sighed, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of helplessness and struggle.
Song Jiao's eyes were firm as she heard this, and she slowly said, "Father, I have some doubts in my heart. That person might not be the real Shen You. Before my sister fell into the water, she had no outstanding qualities, but after falling into the water, she seemed to have been reborn and became a talented woman. I dare to guess that it might be due to the possession of a wild ghost."
She analyzed every word clearly, and after listening to it, Father Shen's expression gradually became serious, as if he had realized something.
After all, all these changes were indeed too abrupt and unbelievable. In the end, Father Shen nodded slowly, obviously agreeing with this statement.
In this way, when the time-traveling girl is eliminated in the future, Father Shen will have less burden and more peace of mind.
The sky gradually turned pale, and the conversation between the father and daughter ended.
A new day, and another journey to escape famine. My kettle is already filled with water, and today's goal is to get to the inn in the city and rest up.
Song Jiao calculated the time in her mind and planned to use this rare free time to buy some necessities.
After all, in these troubled times, more preparation means more security. Those mysterious things can also be used to cover up.
At noon, everyone roasted the rabbits they had caught yesterday and sat around the fire, enjoying this rare moment of food and shelter.
The aroma of rabbit meat filled the air, and everyone's faces were filled with satisfied smiles.
The carriage galloped, much faster than on foot, and by evening they had arrived in the city.
However, this time they did not go to the inn where they usually stayed, but chose a small inn. Everyone squeezed into one room. Although it seemed crowded, it also added a bit of warmth.
As night fell, Song Jiao left her clone behind to take care of things, while her real body quietly teleported to the capital.
She sneaked into the Prince's Mansion with ease and took away all the items that Shen Yun had hidden.
However, to her surprise, she actually saw the real Shen Yun in the depths of the Prince's Mansion.
The soul was extremely weak, almost transparent, and seemed like it would dissipate at any time.
Shen Yun's spirit also noticed her and exclaimed, "Big sister?"
Song Jiao floated to her side and her eyes fell on the sleeping time-traveling girl. Her soul was indeed extremely powerful.
"Sister, I'm sorry... I... I really don't know why this strange soul would occupy my body so tyrannically." Chen Yun's soul was trembling, and her voice was filled with uncontrollable tears, full of despair and helplessness.
Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost all her support.
Song Jiao stared at her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She spoke slowly, her voice steady and firm, "It's understandable that you can't enter her body. She possesses the unique aura of the heroine. How can you possibly compete with her?"
After saying this, Song Jiao raised her slender fingers and flicked them slightly. A golden light flashed and instantly disappeared into Shen You's soul.
"Now, do not try to force your way into that body again, or you will only damage your soul! Just focus on recuperating. In no more than two months, you will be able to regain your body."
Upon hearing this, Shen You's soul's eyes flickered with hope. "What about you, sister? Have you... have you already..." Her words trembled, not daring to utter the heartbreaking word.
Song Jiao shook her head gently, a faint smile appearing on her face. "A few days ago, I saw an old Taoist in my dream. He taught me some magic, which gave me the power to protect myself. Don't worry, I will be safe and sound."
Shen You's eyes turned red when she heard this, but she managed to force a smile. "Then, big sister, you must take care of yourself."
Song Jiao nodded slightly, and her figure gradually became blurred.
When she appeared again, she was already in the inn.
She looked around and after confirming that there was no one around, she threw all the items she had collected from the Prince's Mansion into the system space.
Only a few thick stacks of banknotes were left, lying quietly on the table.
The next morning, as the first light of day appeared in the sky, the officials were ready to go to the market to purchase supplies.
Song Jiao naturally didn't want to fall behind, so she followed closely behind, thinking about how to prepare enough food for the next journey.
The market was bustling with people.
Song Jiao shuttled between the stalls, selecting various foods, from dry food to fresh fruits, all of which were carefully selected.
Because the supplies she purchased were so numerous, she simply bought a carriage specifically to carry these heavy "rations".
When the Shen family saw the cart full of supplies in front of the inn, they were all dumbfounded, their hearts filled with confusion and shock. Shen's mother quickly walked to Song Jiao's side, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Yun'er, where did you get all these things? Could it be... did you steal them?"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao's lips curled up into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with mystery. "Mom, what are you talking about? How could I do such a sneaky thing?"
She paused, deliberately lengthening her voice. "Actually, last night, I saw an immortal in my dream. He had a kind face and taught me a magic that allows me to freely take the money of my loved ones without harming them in the slightest."
When Shen's mother heard this, she was stunned, her eyes full of disbelief. "Is this really true?" She murmured to herself, feeling both surprised and happy.
Seeing this, Song Jiao burst into laughter. "Mom, you still don't believe me? The immortal also gave me a storage bag that can hold anything, and it's incredibly light. You see, this cart of stuff is just a cover. The real 'treasure' is hidden in my storage bag!"
As she spoke, she gently patted the storage bag at her waist, her eyes full of pride.
After hearing this, Shen's mother was shocked and asked, "Then what is this money..."
Song Jiao smiled slyly, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Of course it's our sister, the one who climbed up the social ladder and became the Crown Prince's concubine—Chen You! In these troubled times, among our close relatives, the one who still has money to rely on, isn't she?"
When Mother Shen heard this, although she felt a little reluctant, she immediately understood. She frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Then...will she find out about this?"
Song Jiao shook her head gently, a confident smile on her lips, "Mom, don't worry! I'll act cautiously and won't leave any traces."
In the capital, inside the Prince’s Palace.
Shen You woke from her dream with a start, feeling a sudden shock in her heart. She hurriedly stood up and searched through boxes and drawers for her banknotes and jewelry. However, the heavy treasures she had once brought with her were now gone, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, without a trace.
Her expression suddenly changed, and a flash of fear and anger appeared in her eyes.
Shen You grabbed the maid beside him and shouted, "Where are my banknotes and jewelry? Why are they all gone?"
The maid was frightened by her anger and trembled all over. She stammered, "I...I don't know! She was fine last night, but she disappeared early this morning..."
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