Fengcheng.
A farm.
Xiao Ling, dressed simply, took a hoe and tilled the land.
A man came out of the house, carrying a bowl of water, and said loudly, "Young master, have some water and rest for a while!"
Xiao Ling stopped, wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up the water, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Young master, there are still some left. Let me take a look! You're always doing rough work, your hands are all rough! You should take a look; there are still many books His Majesty bestowed upon you that you haven't read yet!"
"good!"
Xiao Ling handed over the hoe, looked at himself covered in sweat, and walked a little further away to wash up by the nearby stream.
After leaving the capital.
He traveled around and found the scenery here to be excellent and the people to be simple and honest. So he bought a few acres of land and a servant boy to stay and farm the land and grow vegetables. He was self-sufficient and lived a leisurely life.
The surrounding villagers didn't know who he was, but judging from his demeanor, they knew he was no ordinary person.
Therefore, the villagers did not bother him.
Xiao Ling felt peaceful and at ease here, as if he had forgotten all his past troubles.
He hadn't heard any news from the Wushui Kingdom for a long time; all the past rights and wrongs should be forgotten.
"Thump!"
On the other side of the river, tall grass has been flattened.
Xiao Ling stood up and saw a person lying on the opposite bank of the river.
His heart clenched suddenly, and a wave of pain washed over his entire body.
He went ashore, walked around the small bridge from a distance, parted the tall grass, and walked to the man's side.
The first thing you see is a face covered in dirt and blood.
Jiang Xinwei!
In an instant.
The long-forgotten past has been unearthed.
This situation seems familiar.
Back then, Jiang Xinwei was in trouble, and he came to her rescue, thus beginning this ill-fated relationship.
Jiang Xinwei seemed to have sensed something as well.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw an ethereal face, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
"Help me!"
The voice was weak, yet it struck Xiao Ling's heart with a heavy blow.
"Where is the Seventh Prince?" Xiao Ling asked calmly, without any emotion.
"Seventh...Prince?" Jiang Xinwei seemed to be deep in thought.
After the death of the king of Wushui Kingdom.
The infighting among the princesses inevitably brought misfortune to the imperial relatives.
While other imperial relatives could be courted, the Jingwu Imperial Mansion was the target of massacre and plunder.
The Seventh Prince had been in a high position for a long time, but after losing power, everyone naturally wanted to kick him while he was down.
Moreover, there's this foreign princess; everyone wants to use her to demand money and grain from the Yu Kingdom.
The seventh prince risked his life to protect her as they escaped from Wangdu. They were chased and killed along the way. They finally managed to sneak into the Yu Kingdom, but the seventh prince was killed by a hail of arrows.
She was also hit by an arrow, but was pursued by soldiers all the way. She fled to this place and never expected to meet Xiao Ling!
"Help...me!"
Her will to survive told her that she couldn't mention the Seventh Prince; mentioning him would be to offend Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling smiled.
He stood up, turned around, and left.
He didn't hate the Seventh Prince that much; he even felt some pity for him. What he hated was Jiang Xinwei for betraying their previous alliance.
He entrusted the wrong person; thankfully, he has finally woken up.
In front of the farm.
The servant boy searched anxiously for him, and when he saw him, he exclaimed happily, "Young master, where have you been?"
Xiao Ling pointed to the tall grass on the opposite bank of the river, "There is the traitor Jiang Xinwei there. Tell some farmers to come and arrest her and send her to the government."
"Jiang Xinwei!!" The servant boy exclaimed in surprise. "Yes!"
Not long after.
Several tall and strong farmers pulled the half-dead Jiang Xinwei out of the bushes and took her to the yamen.
Xiao Ling watched Jiang Xinwei walk away, ignoring the resentment in her eyes.
In the evening.
The pageboy returned and laughed, "Young master, that thief was really fragile; he died as soon as he was put in jail..."
The servant boy was bought locally and was unaware of the feud between his young master and the thief, yet he continued to speak with great enthusiasm.
Xiao Ling couldn't hear what was said after that...
After a long pause, Xiao Ling said calmly:
"Let's go! Let's go somewhere else!"
"Alright! Young master, where are we going?"
"We'll go wherever we want!"
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