Exiled to Lingnan, the Crown Prince's wife raises children, cultivates the land, and leads the

If she weren't afraid of being discovered, Cheng Qiqi would have packed everything in the house. She picked and chose, taking away the most inconspicuous items.

After leaving the master bedroom, Cheng Qiqi turned around and went into the servants' quarters, where she collected all the bedding, clothes, and shoes from the servants' bed.

The maids of wealthy families have clothes and bedding that are comparable to those of young ladies from humble families.

After leaving the main courtyard, Cheng Qiqi went to the old lady's pine fragrance courtyard. She had only been there once before, so she entered as if she were in an empty place. When she pried open the storeroom and saw that it was full of all kinds of medicinal herbs and treasures, Cheng Qiqi's eyes lit up and she took them all!

Lixiang Pavilion!

The residence of Lin Huilan, the only concubine in the Marquis's mansion, and her daughter Jin Xueer.

The mother and daughter constantly mocked her and Sui'an, calling them country bumpkins whose social status was not respectable.

After searching through the warehouse, Cheng Qiqi couldn't help but sigh: "Besides jewelry, Lin Huilan and her daughter only have boxes and boxes of clothes and all kinds of fabrics left. They only have two bodies, how can they possibly wear all those clothes and fabrics?"

Cheng Qiqi went straight to the small kitchen, looked at the pastries filling the kitchen, and unceremoniously put them all into her space. The mother and daughter really knew how to enjoy life.

Back at the Ink Bamboo Courtyard, Chun Tao and her three-year-old daughter were digging sweet potatoes and potatoes.

"Mom, look, these potatoes are huge!"

Jin Sui'an, holding a potato bigger than her fist, ran towards Cheng Qiqi with a smile on her face.

"Good girl."

Cheng Qiqi squatted down and held her daughter tightly. The child she had risked her life to give birth to, the child she had carefully nurtured for three years, had to be safe and sound.

"Princess Consort, we can't take these sweet potatoes and potatoes with us even if we dig them up!" Chun Tao ran over anxiously and said, "Aunt Wu has already gone to the front yard, what should we do?"

The Marquis's residence was surrounded, and the Crown Prince's wife and young lady were also trapped.

"Chuntao, wrap all the buns in oil paper." Cheng Qiqi took her daughter's hand and began to fill the bamboo basket with potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Chun Tao: "..." What time is it? Why is the Crown Princess still thinking about eating steamed buns?

Chun Tao packed all the steamed buns into a bundle and said worriedly, "What should we do? Why don't you take Miss and escape through the dog hole? It's a bit shameful, but at least we can survive...

A stack of silver notes blocked Chun Tao's words.

"Take these silver notes, escape through the dog hole, and buy some carriages, bedding, shoes and clothes, especially shoes, buy a lot, as well as medicine and food."

"Buy one good carriage, and the remaining two can have simple and plain exteriors, but the interiors can be lined with more straw."

"When it's time for exile, you will escort him outside the city."

Cheng Qiqi took out a contract from her bosom and said, "This is your contract. From today onwards, you are free."

"The Crown Princess."

Chuntao knelt down immediately, choking back tears, and said, "Chuntao won't leave. You take the young lady and run away quickly."

If it weren't for the Crown Princess's kind heart, she would have died long ago.

Chun Tao's tender face was covered in tears. Cheng Qiqi helped her stand up and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I can't leave anymore. Take the money and go out to buy some things and send them to us. On the way to exile, An'an and I will have a better chance of surviving."

"The Crown Princess."

Chun Tao panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Hurry up and go."

Cheng Qiqi's tone was firm and left no room for doubt as she pushed Chun Tao out.

"Princess Consort, I... I will definitely buy nice things for you."

Chun Tao hid the silver notes in her inner pocket and took out the loose silver coins she had saved before walking out.

As soon as Chun Tao left, Cheng Qiqi squatted down, took a steamed bun for Jin Sui'an, stroked her soft hair, and said, "An'an, be a good girl and eat your steamed bun here. Mommy will be right there, okay?"

"Be a good girl, An'an."

Jin Sui'an held the steamed bun and ate it in small bites.

"Then, can An'an count ants? Count up to one hundred?" Cheng Qiqi asked.

"one two three……"

Jin Sui'an lowered his head to count ants and eat a steamed bun.

Cheng Qiqi turned around and heard her daughter's clear voice: "Twenty, thirty..."

"One, two, three, four..."

Cheng Qiqi shook her head helplessly. Her daughter could only count to thirty at most, so she had to start counting again.

She quickly stored all the vegetables, such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, eggplants, corn, and edamame, into her space, not even leaving out the scallions.

Cheng Qiqi stored all the ginger and old ginger stored in the cellar into her spatial dimension. Looking at the land where not even a blade of grass remained, she felt incredibly fortunate that she loved planting vegetables wherever she went.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside. Cheng Qiqi quickly ran towards Jin Suian and hugged her.

"Cheng Qiqi, where is Jin Sui'an?"

Each of them held a long sword, and the six guards lined up in a row, each looking fierce and menacing.

"Don't be afraid, An'an."

Cheng Qiqi picked up Jin Sui'an, thinking to herself: It's finally here!

"Walk!"

The guards with long swords simply told them to leave.

Cheng Qiqi didn't say anything, but carried Jin Sui'an and the steamed buns to the front yard.

"Mother, are we going to see Father?"

Holding a steamed bun in his hand, Jin Sui'an looked around curiously, his little face full of doubt as he asked, "Why is Daddy sleeping in a big wooden box?"

Cheng Qiqi looked down at her daughter's expectant face and nodded, saying, "An'an, eat your steamed buns quickly. When you see Daddy sleeping, you can't disturb him, okay?"

The little girl didn't know what death meant, and it was impossible to explain it to her, so it was better to tell a white lie.

"Um."

Jin Sui'an nodded emphatically, her big, round eyes sparkling. She asked, "Mom, then, I want to save the biggest and most delicious meat bun for Dad!"

Cheng Qiqi: "..."

Even though she has loved her daughter with all her heart for the past three years, she still cannot replace her father.

"Mom, will Daddy eat it? Will he like An'an?"

Jin Sui'an's beautiful big eyes were filled with unease.

"Our An'an is so well-behaved and adorable, your father will definitely like her. An'an, you need to eat your fill so your father will like you." Cheng Qiqi looked up at the path leading to the front yard. Her daughter would probably never experience her father's love.

Even if the Marquis's mansion falls and she is exiled, she will still protect her daughter.

"An'an, be good, eat your fill, An'an, eat some steamed buns."

Jin Sui'an ate the steamed buns with gusto, her obedient appearance making Cheng Qiqi feel even more sorry for her.

As Cheng Qiqi carried Jin Sui'an to the front yard, a strong smell of blood hit them.

She hugged her daughter tighter, pressed her hand against her back, and whispered, "An'an, we're going to play house later. Everything will be fake, so don't be scared, okay?"

"An'an isn't afraid, An'an is the bravest."

Jin Sui'an obediently leaned on Cheng Qiqi's shoulder.

Upon entering the front yard, corpses lay scattered about, and blood flowed like a river.

Cheng Qiqi suppressed her nausea and walked towards the center. The former marquis, madam, young lady, and young master were all in a sorry state.

In the very center, the Marquis, his white undergarments completely soaked in blood, lay on the ground, barely alive. The Marquis's wife, devoid of her usual dignified and noble bearing, wept bitterly.

The man lying on the ground beside her was the original owner's husband, the heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong, Jin Mozhi.

Cheng Qiqi tightened her grip on her daughter's hand. The situation was more complicated than she had imagined; the other party had actually taken the prince's body out of the coffin.

His shattered armor mingled with long-dried blood, and his tanned skin, stained by wind and sand, could not conceal his innate nobility. Even as he lay quietly on the ground, he could not be ignored in the slightest.