Chapter 89 Yun Jiaoyue once again acted cleverly.
The escort sent someone to fetch cornbread, but everyone was exhausted and thirsty after walking for so long. The cornbread was as hard as a rock, and they had no strength to bite it.
Even though they were starving, they couldn't eat the cornbread they had just gotten their hands on and lay on the ground panting heavily, "Huff huff huff..."
Staring blankly at the sky, his voice hoarse and unpleasant from prolonged dehydration, he cried out, "Heavens above, earth below, can you tell me when this will end? Can we ever go back to the capital? Can we ever live a good life again? If not, I might as well just kill myself!"
It's hard to go from luxury to frugality. One moment they were in the capital, dressed in fine clothes and enjoying delicacies, and the next they were locked up in prison clothes and driven like animals to the malaria-ridden Lingnan region.
Even if they survived to get there, they would have to spend every day clearing land and farming, and they couldn't live like that.
Most people think the same way as that person, they just don't say it.
They were born noble, but one day they fell into the mire. If they cannot turn their lives around, they can be reborn as humans in their next life.
Old Liao was sitting on a rock drinking water when he heard a group of people shouting that they wanted to die. He lashed his whip to the ground with a "crack!"
“I’d like to see who dares to die! If you cause us to fail in our duties and get punished by our superiors, I’ll skin your corpses alive, and your families won’t get away with it either.”
Damn it, these people start yelling that they want to die when they're told not to cause trouble.
By the time they reached their place of exile, less than 70 or 80 percent of them could still breathe, and their heads were likely already in danger.
Shouldn't we stop them from causing trouble?
Old Liao's whip didn't deter them; filled with despair, they lay on the ground, kicking frantically. Their shoes flew far away. "What a tragedy! We can't even decide our own death. We might as well be dead."
His shoe hit someone.
The person hit by his shoe smelled a foul odor, felt nauseous, and quickly pinched their nose, exclaiming, "Ugh, your shoe stinks!"
"So what if my shoes smell? Whose shoes don't smell after two days of walking?"
The other person threw the smelly shoe at him again, saying, "You can't just throw it at me like that. Here you go."
The women, feeling utterly desolate, sat on the ground with their legs together, burying their faces in their knees and sobbing softly, "Waaah..."
If you can't even decide your own death, what hope is there in life?
Can they return to the capital? And if they do, will it still be as beautiful as before?
Just a day and a half later, my cheeks were sunburned, dry, cracked, and peeling, almost ruining my face.
"Don't be discouraged, everyone. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. Maybe one day we'll be pardoned and reinstated. So don't even think about suicide. There's hope as long as we're alive, isn't there?"
These words were spoken by Yun Jiaoyue, who was paving the way for the Third Prince's future ascension to the throne.
The capital was to fall in a few months, and the third prince would ascend the throne, using the opportunity to cultivate his confidants on his way to exile.
In his previous life, the Third Prince had just escaped from the clutches of the Jingguo Kingdom and hurriedly went south to Jiangnan to ascend the throne, but he had no one to rely on.
The gentry of Jiangnan didn't take the new emperor, the Third Prince, seriously at all. They were constantly opposing him, doing things half-heartedly, or saying one thing in public and another in private. Some even colluded with bandits to rebel...
It took several years to finally eliminate them or bring them under his control, replacing them with his own trusted confidants.
After Yun Jiaoyue finished speaking, no one uttered a sound, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
She thought her words had worked, and forcing herself to stand up, she smiled and looked around at everyone, quite satisfied with their reactions. They had all been persuaded, hadn't they?
His gaze paused when it swept over Yun Zhaoxue, and he gave her a provocative look.
Yun Zhaoxue, in this life, I am the only wise and capable wife and female strategist for the Third Prince, using my intelligence and strategies to help him achieve great things.
Yun Jiaoyue disdained the lowly methods of using her body to please men and extract secrets.
Yun Zhaoxue, "..."
Why are you looking at her like that? Is that look a provocation?
Are you playing a female-female competition game?
She hasn't spoken a single word to the Third Prince lately, has she?
Just as Yun Jiaoyue was about to sit down, someone suddenly spoke up, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. The Third Prince's Consort has guards and maids to serve her, and she even has a carriage to ride in. Although the carriage overturned, at least she enjoyed herself. Being exiled is like going on a spring outing. If you didn't have anyone to serve you, how could you say such things?"
Others chimed in, "Exactly, it's easy for you to say when you're not the one suffering."
When Yun Jiaoyue saw that no one believed her, she cursed them in her heart as foolish cowards.
"I was trying to give you my best advice, why are you saying this to me? It seems like this time you're not getting away with it. If you lose your life, you lose everything. If you're alive, there's still hope. We're not even afraid of death, so what's so scary about exile?"
Let me tell you the truth: I had a dream in which you were all pardoned and reinstated, enjoying wealth and luxury far exceeding your former lives. So you must all live well.
"real?"
Yun Jiaoyue nodded vigorously, "Of course it's true."
Hearing her tone, the crowd began to suspect that the Third Prince was deliberately having her hint to them that he was planning a rebellion and trying to win them over.
Rebellion is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family.
The timid head of the family wanted to stay far away from the third prince.
The bolder ones wanted to surrender to the Third Prince, but they knew that it was almost impossible for those who were exiled to be pardoned unless someone in the court pleaded with the Emperor. But who would dare to risk offending the Emperor to help them?
Why not take a gamble? What if it works?
The third prince was so tired that he leaned against a tree to rest, his eyes slightly closed as if he were asleep, but his complexion was not good.
Liu Yiyi and Su Wan'er stood on either side of him, massaging his legs and shoulders.
Yun Jiaoyue went over and chased the two concubines away, saying, "You two go down first. I have something to say to His Highness."
The two men glanced at the Third Prince, and seeing that he didn't speak, they withdrew.
They were tired and didn't want to serve anyone, yet they still needed to be served.
Just as she was about to lean over to boast about her achievement, a slap landed on her face. "Smack!"
"ah!"
"Your Highness, what did I do wrong? My face has finally gotten less swollen, sob sob..."
"Can you please shut up for a bit and stop causing trouble for this prince?"
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