You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

The morning fog was thick and damp, enveloping the ancient road outside the village, and also the people who were parting ways.

The carriage was ready, and the horses were stamping their hooves and snorting restlessly in place.

Xingzhi held Meng Siya tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Neither of them spoke.

Time seemed to freeze in the thick fog; as long as no one spoke, the goodbye would never have to be said.

Meng Siya gripped the sash around his waist so tightly that her knuckles turned bloodless, and she was about to tear the fabric to shreds.

She wanted to embed the man into her body so he couldn't leave.

The embrace suddenly loosened.

Xingzhi took out a piece of mutton-fat jade from his inner pocket; the jade still carried the warmth of his body. He pulled Meng Siya's cold hand and solemnly placed the jade into her palm.

“Ya Ya, this seal has my courtesy name engraved on it. Seeing the seal is like seeing the person.”

His hand covered the back of her hand, enveloping both the jade and her hand.

"If anything happens to me, with this seal, you can mobilize the last bit of hidden wealth I left in Jiangnan and three hundred elite soldiers. I'm entrusting my entire future to you."

This isn't a way out; this is his fate.

The jade in her palm was scalding hot, so hot that Meng Siya could no longer hold back her tears, which fell one by one.

Xingzhi cupped her face in his hands, his rough fingertips clumsily wiping away her tears.

He lowered his head and placed a devout and passionate kiss on her smooth forehead.

There were no other emotions in this kiss, only an intense and unwavering longing and promise.

"wait for me."

"For you and the child, I will crawl, and I will crawl back."

Lin Daxiong, carrying his enormous medicine box, watched this scene of life and death, and felt his teeth ache.

He couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward, unusually abandoning his playful demeanor, and formally cupped his hands in greeting to Meng Siya.

"Girl, don't worry."

“As long as I, Lin Daxiong, have a breath left, I will definitely bring back your man’s hundred-odd pounds of flesh, not a single hair missing.”

He patted his chest and added another sentence.

"I'll be your godfather then!"

The time has come; we can't delay any longer.

Xingzhi took one last deep look at Meng Siya, a look that seemed to etch her image into his very bones and flesh.

Immediately, he turned around resolutely and mounted his horse.

"drive!"

A sharp shout shattered the tranquility of the morning.

The horse's hooves kicked up cold, damp dust. He dared not look back, for he feared that if he did, he would never be able to take another step.

Lin Daxiong hurriedly climbed onto another horse, cursing under his breath as he followed.

"Wait for me! Damn it, why isn't this horse behaving properly!"

Watching that resolute figure rush into the thick fog, Meng Siya felt as if all her strength had been drained away, yet she instinctively chased after him.

"Do it!"

She staggered a few steps, her beautiful embroidered shoes sinking into the mud and becoming filthy.

But she could only watch helplessly as the figure grew smaller and smaller, more and more blurry, until it was completely swallowed up by the thick fog and disappeared.

The official road was empty.

She leaned against a withered old willow tree by the roadside, but her body could no longer support her, and she slowly slid to the ground.

The sobs that had been suppressed all night finally turned into heart-wrenching wails, sounding especially desolate in the cold mist.

She didn't know how long she had been crying when a biting cold wind blew by, and Meng Siya suddenly shivered.

She instinctively reached out to protect her still flat stomach.

There, there is a little life.

It is his bloodline, it is her hope.

That's why she can't fall down.

She leaned against the rough tree trunk and, little by little, used all her strength to stand up again.

She raised her sleeve and fiercely wiped away the tears on her face.

When she looked up again, the fragility and sorrow in her red and swollen eyes had faded, leaving only a kind of resilience called "motherhood".

"Walk."

She spoke to the guards who had been silently protecting her from behind, her voice hoarse yet exceptionally clear.

"Go to Qingshui Village."

To avoid attracting attention, the bodyguards escorted Meng Siya along rugged and difficult paths.

The carriage bumped violently for hundreds of miles.

If it were the young lady of the Meng family in the past, she would have been unable to bear it long ago.

But Meng Siya didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

Even though her stomach was churning, she gritted her teeth and suppressed the nausea.

In the bumpy carriage, Meng Siya counted the days one by one, repeatedly touching the private seal that Xingzhi had left for her, as if his scent still lingered on it.

She relied on this little bit of tenderness to endure until she reached her destination.

We've arrived at Qingshui Village. The scenery here is stunning, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, but it's remote and isolated.

But it is precisely in places like these that we find greater safety.

Meng Siya had no other requests; she just wanted to wait peacefully for her husband to return and for her child to recover.

She rented a farmhouse with a small courtyard from the village committee; the courtyard was very clean.

She gave all her gold and silver jewelry, even her silver hairpin, to Lin Daxiong. Meng Siya loosely tied her hair up with a piece of firewood, changed into coarse cloth clothes, and called herself Meng Shi. She told everyone that her husband was away on business and that she was pregnant and temporarily staying here to rest.

The Dragon Breath Guard who escorted her here has transformed into her distant, mute cousin, who silently guards her every day, chopping wood and carrying water in the courtyard.

After settling everything in, Meng Siya carried a wooden bucket, intending to fetch some water from the well at the village entrance and familiarize herself with the surroundings.

She wanted to fit in here and wait for him to return peacefully.

But she forgot that even if a phoenix plucks its feathers, it can't turn into a chicken.

Even though she was dressed in simple blue-printed cotton clothes and her face, without makeup, showed signs of fatigue from a long journey, her undeniable air of elegance and her radiant white skin in this rural setting still stood out strikingly among the group of drab village women.

As soon as she reached the well, the chatter of the women who had been squatting by the well platform washing clothes and laughing loudly abruptly stopped.

All eyes turned to her.

Meng Siya didn't pay attention, bent down and put the bucket into the well, and started turning the windlass.

The gossipy women exchanged glances, their eyes clearly revealing jealousy and resentment.

One of the women, with her upturned eyebrows, deliberately raised her voice and pointed at Meng Siya's back in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh my, look at her delicate skin and the way she walks, her waist twists and turns like she has no bones."

"They say they're waiting for the head of the household, but I think she's just a mistress who committed a crime in a wealthy family and was kicked out by the mistress?"

The voice was sharp and sarcastic, every word reaching Meng Siya's ears.

"The men in our village will have to keep a close eye on this troublesome fellow from now on!"

Meng Siya's hand, which was gripping the well rope, suddenly tightened.

She knew that on the very first day of this peaceful life, trouble would come knocking on her door.