At that moment, the black-faced guard also nodded and said, "Brother, what you said is right. Even if the deposed prince is still alive, what can a half-dead paraplegic do to him? It is impossible for him to return to the capital in this lifetime. Even if he finds out that the person we sent is a fake, so what? Where can he go to complain?"
The two of them stopped talking and quickly stripped Miss Duan's wedding dress off. As Ah Chou begged for mercy, they forced her to wear it.
The carriage started again. Ah Chou was the only one left in the carriage. The originally cramped carriage suddenly became much emptier. Ah Chou sat stiffly in the carriage, with dishevelled hair and a red dress that didn't fit in with the carriage. His head was buzzing.
She thought about Miss Duan's sobbing, her desperate eyes, and the nobility and dignity that Miss Duan had always insisted on. She also thought about the desolate grave where Miss Duan was hastily buried...
During the Qingming Festival of this year, Duan Rulan, who was the same age as Ah Chou, stayed forever in the foreign land of Tongliao, while Ah Chou, the maid who came with her as a bride, had to wear this wedding dress to marry the half-dead paralytic on her behalf...
How paralyzed was that man?
Is she like Xiang Mama from the laundry department, whose legs were broken by the beams of the house and who can only walk by holding onto the wall?
Or is it even more powerful?
…
Ah Chou's heart was full of grass. She was flustered and uneasy. She lifted the curtain and looked at the deserted meadow outside. She remembered what the white-faced guard said in the post house just now. She couldn't help but sigh.
"From now on, the lives of the three of us are tied together. If we can't save our own lives, I will definitely kill you before I die. What to do next, whether to live or die, you better think about it carefully!"
…
May 1, the 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Achou finally arrived in Ningguta. All the way from the capital, Achou looked at the scenery outside the window, from prosperity and wealth to country roads, and now to the deserted place in front of him. Even though he had been mentally prepared, Achou still couldn't help but sigh. This place was not as barren as the palace people said, but the wild grass made it look even more desolate and sad.
The carriage had been bumping along on the wasteland for the whole day. It had rained yesterday, so the road was difficult to drive on and very muddy. The wheels of the carriage would inevitably sink into the mud. The two guards had to get off from time to time and push the carriage, swearing. Ah Chou, relying on her wedding dress, did not need to get off to help. The carriage moved forward crookedly in the mud, and it was not until dark that they finally arrived at the destination.
"Has the bride arrived?" As soon as the carriage stopped, Ah Chou heard someone outside greet her, with an undisguised teasing tone, "Show me how pretty she is! I've never seen such a noble lady from such a wealthy family!"
"Old Jiang, stop talking nonsense," said the dark-faced guard. "Is the house ready?"
"I won't clean it up. I've already done my duty by cooking for that paralytic every day. Do I have to clean up his house? Haha, I don't even want to go into that house full of shit and urine! I'm just waiting for you to send the person over quickly," Lao Jiang snorted loudly, looking at the carriage and sneering, "Now the bride has been delivered, right? Let the bride serve her groom, so I don't have to waste time here!"
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