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

"Father, I'm not going anywhere except to work!"

Jin Xue'er's face turned deathly pale with fright, her bitten lip was as red as blood, and her doe-like eyes were filled with panic after being frightened.

"I won't go alone either."

Cheng Qiqi wasn't naive enough to think that Hu Dali was scared by the Marquis of Zhongyong today. If something really happened, he would have nowhere to turn for help.

"Dad, what about the pickled cabbage porridge business?"

After waking up, Jin Yanzhi was full of energy, whereas he had been beaten quite a bit when he was in the Marquis's mansion.

"Didn't Chongshan leave some people behind? Let them go and sell them."

Marquis Zhongyong said, "Be careful these days. Also, tell the villagers that if they run into Sister-in-law Gui, they must not come here to buy pickled vegetables wholesale."

Sister-in-law Agui's pickled cabbage sells quite well in Annan Prefecture. Every time she comes to get pickled cabbage, she is so happy that she can't stop smiling!

"Okay, then I'll get up early and make porridge?"

Jin Yanzhi frowned, thinking, "The place we live now is still inconvenient. Who knows how many more people like Hu Dali will appear in the future?"

"Father, after what happened today, do you think that guy surnamed Cui will let us go?"

Jin Yanzhi gritted his teeth and said angrily, "We've all been exiled, and he still wants to wipe us out. Is he only satisfied when we're all dead?"

Jin Yanzhi was so excited that he moved his buttocks and gasped in pain.

"No, they sent assassins on the way to exile. They... they've wanted us dead for a long time."

Jin Yanzhi's face contorted in pain. He said, "Father, is this alright for us? Or should I fight that corrupt official tomorrow?"

"A nobody, a mere sesame seed official, is nothing more than a dog belonging to the Cui family."

Jin Yanzhi rolled up his sleeves, itching to get into a fight.

"No, that's too much if you keep acting like that!"

Seeing his expression, Marquis Zhongyong quickly said, "Today is good enough. We've become exiled prisoners, and we'll be bullied, but if they really push us too far, we'll fight to the death!"

Marquis Zhongyong said a lot more, such as Cui Lie's suspicious nature. If they continue to endure being bullied without fighting back, they will definitely suspect that they are secretly plotting something!

But the fact that they were too powerful and lived too well in exile only further indicated that something was wrong!

This is just right.

Cheng Qiqi returned to her room, still shaken by the thrilling events of the day.

Recently, the pickled cabbage porridge business has been profitable, and the sugar shop has also successfully secured a large order. It seems like they're about to make money too. But then, Hu Dali from Kyoto, a nobody with no real power, started acting all high and mighty!

At this moment, Cheng Qiqi remembered more deeply that their current identity was that of exiled prisoners, not ordinary people!

Cheng Qiqi looked down. An'an was sleeping soundly like a little piglet. Her eyes darkened slightly: she was doing the right thing, leading the whole village to make money together.

If they hadn't gotten along well with the villagers, would they have even known that Hu Dali had come?

If Hu Dali found out that they were doing well in exile and even running a business, the business would probably fail before it even got off the ground!

……

"Young lady, what do you mean by covering my mouth today?"

Jin Xue'er returned to her room, sat on the bed, hugged the quilt, and forgot all the hard work she had done during the day. All that remained was the fear she felt this afternoon!

Hu Dali's lewd and disgusting gaze, and his hints that her father and brother should give her to him...

Those scenes are so vivid, as if they just happened.

Jin Xue'er's body trembled uncontrollably. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She was about to reach marriageable age, and the way the unmarried young men in the village looked at her...

On several occasions, Zhuang Haichao drove him away.

But when she said "I don't want to," her own mother covered her mouth!

Having not noticed it before, Jin Xue'er now realized something was wrong.

"They didn't say it explicitly, and you just said you didn't want to. I'm afraid you've angered the adults."

Lin Huilan waved her hand, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at Jin Xue'er.

"Yeah?"

Jin Xue'er's voice was choked with sobs. Looking at Lin Huilan's evasive eyes, she pressed, "If Father and Brother didn't protect me, would you... have agreed?"

"How can you say that? You're my own daughter."

Lin Huilan's raised voice carried a hint of guilt.

"Xue'er, you are my only daughter. How could I not want you to be well?"

Lin Huilan squeezed next to her and sat down, gently patting her shoulder and saying, "That corrupt official is no good; he's a living hell. Your mother will definitely protect you."

"Xue'er, why don't you consider marrying someone from the village? For example, the village head's son would be a good choice."

Lin Huilan changed the subject, stroking her hair affectionately: "It's a pity that our Xue'er is so beautiful. If the Marquis's mansion hadn't met with this misfortune, you could have married into the royal family."

"Little girl."

Upon hearing this, Jin Xue'er immediately frowned and said, "Young lady, don't talk nonsense."

Are there any young members in the royal family?

The current emperor is old enough to be her father, and he has three thousand concubines and countless beauties in his harem.

The princes are indeed young, but too young—they're not even ten years old!

"I'm going to sleep."

Jin Xue'er lay down, but had nightmares all night.

"Xue'er, why aren't you up yet?"

Lin Huilan had already prepared the porridge for breakfast, but when she noticed that Jin Xue'er was still not up, she scolded, "Get up quickly, you still have work to do today!"

Lin Huilan and the others didn't do much embroidery yesterday, so they're taking advantage of the daylight to do as much as they can.

After a long while, Lin Huilan looked up and glanced around the room: "Jin Xue'er, why are you so lazy..."

"Ouch."

As soon as Lin Huilan entered the room, she noticed that Jin Xue'er's face was as red as if she had been boiled. She anxiously called out, "Master, Master, please come and see Xue'er!"

"What happened?"

Marquis Zhongyong lay in bed all night, his buttocks still aching badly from the beating, but that didn't stop him from going to collect firewood in the morning.

"Xue'er, she's fainted from the fever."

Lin Huilan called out anxiously.

"Let me see."

Old Madam Jin walked in, reached out to touch Jin Xue'er's forehead, and immediately withdrew her hand in fright: "She must have been delirious with fever in the middle of the night, don't you, as her mother, know that?"

"Come, come, crush this herb and boil it for Xue'er to eat."

Old Madam Jin tossed the medicine to Lin Huilan, saying with a look of disgust, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"

"Okay."

Lin Huilan took the herbs and left, then looked at Marquis Zhongyong and whispered, "Master, are these herbs you found yourself really any good?"

"Lin Huilan, Xue'er is my own granddaughter, how could I possibly harm her?"

Although Old Madam Jin was old, she wasn't deaf yet. Hearing Lin Huilan's words, her face turned black with anger. "I don't know what kind of mother you are! Your daughter had a fever, and you didn't even know you were sleeping with her, while you slept like a log!"