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

"Mother, even now that we've reached this land of refugees, they still won't let us go?"

Cheng Qiqi quickly changed into patched clothes, and even smeared some ash on her face while on the cart to make her face look less healthy.

"Who can argue with that? Luckily, the villagers noticed something was wrong and immediately came to warn us."

Liu Suyi looked at Jin Sui'an, who was playing like a mud monkey. His clothes looked dirty, and his fair face looked like a little kitten's. His neatly tied braids were also messy.

"Qiqi, luckily we have a good relationship with the villagers, otherwise, we'd be in trouble now!"

Liu Suyi watched Cheng Qiqi smear ash on her face, then smeared ash on her own face as well, and said, "Let's go, let's pound rice."

"An'an, when we get there, you'll have to do chores too, okay?"

Cheng Qiqi squatted down and reminded Jin Sui'an to be very careful!

Several women from the Jin family are already working at the rice-pounding area!

Apart from Wen, who already worked at the sugar mill, and Gao Shenglan, who was pregnant, the rest of the women were all pounding rice and grinding flour.

Meng Jingyao, Li Shi, and Lin Huilan, who originally stayed at home embroidering, were now pounding rice and grinding flour, looking dusty and gray.

Even Madam Jin was sitting in a corner, mending clothes.

Everyone was filled with apprehension. They were certain that the people from Kyoto were not there to help them, but rather to kick them while they were down!

"Sir, the Jin family does the heaviest work in the village every day."

When Zhao Hei saw the people from the capital, dressed in brocade robes with jade pendants at their waists, speaking with a strong Beijing accent and repeatedly referring to "the capital"...

Is he afraid others won't know he's from Kyoto?

"They're criminals, isn't it their duty to do these things?"

Hu Dali, enjoying Zhao Hei's flattery and ingratiation, asked, "Where are the Jin family members?"

"The men were cutting down camphor trees, while the women were pounding rice, grinding flour, and working in the sugar mill."

Zhao Hei explained, leading Hu Dali to the foot of the mountain, "Sir, the Jin family is cutting down trees on the mountain. The mountain path is difficult to walk on. Your status is too high, sir, for it is not suitable for you to walk on it."

"Then hurry up and set up a tent, and find some food!"

The man next to Hu Dali said with a look of disdain, "Our esteemed guests have traveled all the way from Kyoto, and this is how you treat them?"

"Yes, it was our poor hospitality."

Zhao Hei bowed and scraped, and immediately went to the room where he usually rested, saying, "Hurry up and get some snacks, and some fine tea to serve you."

"Brother, these pastries, weren't you going to buy them for your wife..." Zhao Liang said hesitantly, looking at the beautifully packaged pastries.

Zhao Hei specially bought this because the sugar mill is about to make money.

"Hurry up."

Zhao Hei grabbed the water, took a sip, and frowned as he stared at Hu Dali sitting in his chair. "He's from the capital. I heard his brother works under the current Grand Secretary..."

"My lord, these are some snacks I bought especially for you. Please have a taste."

Zhao Hei bowed and handed over the pastries he had bought from the county.

"this one?"

Hu Dali's eyes showed a hint of disdain. After taking a bite, he threw it on the ground: "Compared to Kyoto's, it's far inferior."

"Yes, yes, of course it can't compare to Kyoto."

Zhao Hei stared at the pastries lying on the ground, his heart aching!

The good stuff he was so reluctant to eat was just thrown on the ground like that.

Hu Dali completely failed to understand Zhao Hei's heartache. He ordered, "Go and call the Jin family here."

"Yes."

Zhao Hei glanced back at the snacks on the small stool, and they were given to his guard to eat!

Zhao Hei was furious. When he arrived at the mountain and saw Marquis Zhongyong and his group, his eyes flickered slightly. These officials from the capital were far from the emperor's reach; if he couldn't get anything out of them...

"Jin Yi, you've all seen the people from Kyoto. They're going to suffer a lot later."

Zhao Hei reminded him.

"Don't worry, Lord Zhao, we will definitely not make things difficult for you."

Marquis Zhongyong did not take Zhao Hei seriously just because the sugar mill made money for the villagers.

Compared to Hu Dali, the Marquis of Zhongyong was much more sensible!

Ha, it's just that his brother works under the prime minister, not that he's the prime minister now.

Zhao Hei silently compared them in his heart: even the former Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery didn't have as much of an air about him!

"Alright, let's carry the camphor wood down the mountain."

As Zhao Hei spoke, he picked up his whip and slowly followed behind Marquis Zhongyong and the others.

Jin Yanzhi, who hadn't cut down trees in a long time, was gritting his teeth and his face was red from holding back his effort!

"My lord, these are the members of the Jin family. The one leading them is Jin Yi, whom I heard was the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor."

Zhao Hei strode over to Hu Dali's side, introducing him as he did so: "That man with the face flushed red is his only son, Jin Yanzhi."

"Let me see?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Dali immediately stepped forward. When he saw the Marquis of Zhongyong, who was carrying the body covered in sweat, Hu Dali's eyes lit up: "Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this the famous Marquis of Zhongyong from the capital?"

"You're dressed worse than a beggar."

Hu Dali stared at the patched clothes on Zhongyong Hou's body. Although it was springtime, the weather was still chilly.

They still need to wear their padded jackets, but what about Marquis Zhongyong and the others?

He's wearing thin clothes, patched up everywhere.

Marquis Zhongyong glanced at him; the face was unfamiliar, and he didn't recognize him.

With a cold face and without uttering a word, he carried the camphor wood, which was heavier than a mountain, and gritted his teeth to persevere.

"I'm talking to you, how dare you not answer?"

Seeing that Marquis Zhongyong didn't even bother to look at him, Hu Dali kicked him!

Caught off guard, the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor was kicked in the back of the knee and staggered forward.

The camphor wood, which was originally carried by four people, collapsed instantly because the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery was missing.

The camphor wood is so heavy; if it were to fall to the ground and crush a leg, it would probably be ruined.

Marquis Zhongyong rolled over and, at the same time, grabbed Jin Yanzhi's foot and forcefully threw him to the side!

"what……"

Jin Yanzhi was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. His father threw him to the ground, where he rolled several times before he finally looked up, still shaken.

"Since the sinner did not hear what you said, sir, he naturally does not know how to respond."

Marquis Zhongyong lowered his eyes.

"You dare not kneel before me, Your Majesty?"

Upon hearing his words, Hu Dali immediately stepped forward, looking at the Marquis of Zhongyong with icy eyes.

"grown ups."

The Marquis of Zhongyong clenched his fists tightly, veins throbbing on his forehead, as if he were extremely humiliated. He lowered his head and knelt down as if unwilling, saying, "My lord, my legs are numb."

"That's more like it."

Hu Dali watched this scene with great joy. The person he could never reach even when he was on stilts or climbing ladders was now kneeling in front of him.

"you……"

As Hu Dali looked up, the remaining members of the Jin family all knelt before him. Hu Dali's smile widened with satisfaction. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon Jin Yanzhi.

"Hey, isn't this Jin Yanzhi, one of the Four Young Masters of Kyoto?"