Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

In November, the wind howled like knives along the official roads of the Northwest.

The exiles stopped to rest on a barren beach, where the prisoners huddled together in twos and threes.

The women huddled together, the children nestled in their mothers' arms, not wanting to show their heads, and the men formed a circle with their backs to the outside to block the wind.

They were all dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and lips that were purple from the cold, huddled together shivering for warmth.

When Wu Changchun stuffed the silver into the guard's hand, his face was full of fawning smiles, and even the scar on his face looked comical.

"Sir, you've worked hard. We'll just bring you a few clothes; it won't take up any more of your time."

The guard weighed the silver in his hand and stepped aside to make way.

Yun Pianpian, dressed in farm clothes, followed behind him with her head down, carrying several large bundles in her arms.

Wu Changchun strode up to the old prince Zhen Daoyuan, his eyes immediately reddening: "Your Highness, you...you have suffered so much."

Zhen Daoyuan was surprised to see him here. He was stunned for a moment before excitedly grasping his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"Changchun? What brings you here!"

Yun Pianpian followed behind Wu Changchun without making a sound.

Her gaze swept over Zhen Daoyuan and met a direct line of eyes looking right at her.

Zhen Linqing.

He saw her the moment she appeared.

His body reacted before his brain, taking a step forward. Then, looking down at his own appearance, he froze in place.

He turned his face away, not wanting her to see the dirt and haggardness on his face.

Yun Pianpian opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

She turned around and walked towards a middle-aged woman next to Zhen Linqing.

She knew that this person was Zhen Linqing's mother, Princess Ming.

They had never met before, but they didn't bother with pleasantries at this moment. They handed over the bundle in their hands: "Your Highness, this contains winter clothes, they are very thick. Please put them on quickly."

When Princess Ming received the bundle, her fingers were frozen stiff, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Looking at the pretty and alluring face in front of her, she felt a turmoil in her heart, unable to describe the emotions she felt.

She knew that Zhen Linqing had been close to the Yun family girl back then.

At that time, she thought the Yun family was just a peasant family from the countryside, a far cry from the prestige of their Ming Prince's Mansion. She thought that Yun Pianpian, this country girl, was not worthy of her son.

So when Yun Pianpian came to the mansion, she didn't even show her face, and didn't let anyone brew her a cup of tea.

But now?

Now, his family has become prisoners and been exiled to the wilderness, and their former friends and acquaintances are avoiding them like the plague.

And this country girl, whom she had initially looked down upon, actually drove a horse-drawn carriage hundreds of miles to deliver clothes to them.

"Thank you, Miss Yun."

Princess Ming's voice trembled slightly, as if something was blocking her throat.

Given her son's current situation, let alone finding a good family to marry into, even surviving to reach the Northwest is still uncertain.

On the contrary, if this Miss Yun were to marry their son, it would be a great honor for the Ming Prince's Mansion.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Several women gathered around and hurriedly opened the bundle, which was full of thick clothes.

Several women had tears in their eyes; thick clothes were more precious than gold in the cold November wind.

They helped each other put on the clothes, the shackles and chains on their hands clanging incessantly, putting on a single garment took several times more effort than usual.

Seeing their struggle, Yun Pianpian didn't say anything, but squatted down to help.

He tied the princess's sash, put sleeves on Zhen Linqing's unmarried younger sister, and helped the old prince's concubines adjust their collars.

It took a while for more than a dozen women to get dressed, and each of them thanked Yun Pianpian with red eyes.

On the other side, Wu Changchun was also busy, handing over the men's winter clothes one by one.

When Zhen Daoyuan took the clothes, his hands were trembling, whether from the cold or from excitement, it was hard to tell.

Zhen Linqing silently took the clothes, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Wu Changchun had already turned around to get the dry rations.

The dry rations provided by the government were black cornbread, which was hard and coarse. When swallowing it, it would hurt my throat, as if I had swallowed a stone.

The dry food that Wu Changchun and Yun Pianpian brought was white flour steamed buns, which were soft and sweet.

Yun Pianpian also slipped a few packets of pastries into the hands of several women, because she noticed that there were several children surrounding them.

They were probably Zhen Linqing's half-siblings, the youngest looking only three or four years old, about the same age as her own little sister, their eyes dull from hunger. It pained her to see them like that.

When the children received the snacks, their eyes were red like rabbits', and they said in hoarse voices, "Thank you, sister."

Then they wolfed it down and stuffed it into their mouths.

Yun Pianpian turned her face away, pretending to pack her bags, but her eyes were also red.

Before leaving, Wu Changchun found the escorting official again, and without making a sound, slipped another silver ingot into his hand, smilingly asking him to take good care of him on the way.

The head constable weighed the item in his hand, nodded, and said nothing more.

After explaining these things, the two returned to the carriage and continued following.

Zhen Linqing walked in the procession, the shackles on his feet chafing painfully against his ankles, each step feeling like sandpaper scraping against his skin. But he paid no heed to the pain, his gaze fixed on the blue cloth carriage.

Back then, he was the heir of the Ming Prince's Mansion, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, attracting the attention of countless girls in the capital.

When he was in love with Yun Pianpian, he stood tall and proud, feeling that he could give her a rich and beautiful life and that he was worthy of her.

But now? He was disheveled, dressed in rags, and shackled, being herded around by soldiers like livestock.

How could he possibly face her?

He wanted her to leave, to go far away, so she wouldn't see him in this pathetic state.

But he was also afraid that she would really leave. If that blue cloth carriage disappeared from the back of the procession one day, he felt that he might not even have the strength to move forward anymore.

He really liked her.

I liked it before, and I still like it now.

But at this moment, he truly lacked the courage to keep her by his side any longer; he didn't want her to suffer with him...

The blue cloth carriage followed at a distance, neither interfering with the officials' work nor getting too close.

He would spend a little money every two or three days, going to the ranks to say a few words to the people from the Ming Prince's Mansion and giving them some gifts.

Gradually, the officials became familiar with Wu Changchun and Yun Pianpian, and would even nod to each other when they met.

The people from the Ming Prince's Mansion also became familiar with them. Every day, during their walks, they would glance at the back of the procession and see that the blue cloth carriage was still there, which made them feel inexplicably at ease.

Over time, the blue cloth carriage was targeted.

The officer in charge of escorting the prisoners was named Zhang Liu. He had been escorting prisoners for many years and was used to seeing people bringing things to exiled prisoners, so he didn't think much of it.

But a month passed, and the blue cloth carriage was still following him, which made him suspicious.

He even ordered people to drive them away...