All the money was emptied on the way to exile, and there was too much money to spend

Originally, Yuan Che wanted to go out and pursue Xia Chan in person, but Mr. Fu disagreed.

In his opinion, the current situation in the court and the world is unstable.

The smartest choice at this time would be to stay in the palace and serve the emperor at all times.

If anything happens to His Majesty, the Crown Prince will be able to quickly control the situation and keep the throne firmly in his hands.

Instead of acting like a young boy and traveling thousands of miles to hunt down a girl who is already married to someone else.

Yuan Che naturally knew what was more important.

When he made the decision to pursue Xia Chan, he didn't know that Xia Chan would treat him so coldly.

What he was thinking at that time was to personally bring back Xia Chan, who was deeply in love with him.

Xia Chan likes him so much, she will definitely listen to him very much.

If I bring her back, maybe I can send my father, who is still reluctant to die, to heaven without anyone noticing...

Yuan Che had a lot of plans in his mind.

However, the premise is that Xia Chan has deep feelings for him.

But what he didn't expect was that all his plans went down the drain.

Xia Chan's deep affection for him was simply an act.

“It seems like an act.”

Mr. Fu is a man who aspires to unify the world.

He seldom talks about trivial matters like love affairs.

But at this moment, he still analyzed it for Yuan Che.

"Miss Xia likes you, that must have happened before."

"It's just that Miss Xia is smart. When her bridal sedan was carried to the Xie family and Your Highness did not pick her up immediately, I'm afraid she had already become disloyal."

Or, it could be the hatred a girl has for a man.

In short, probably from the day she married the wrong man, Xia Chan no longer liked His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

This is Mr. Fu’s analysis.

Yuan Che thought so too.

After he figured this out, he hated Xia Yuanan even more.

If it wasn't for Xia Yuanan, how could he have missed Xia Chan? How could he have lost someone who was so helpful to him in vain?

"His Royal Highness."

Mr. Fu spoke again: "Miss Xia is from the Xia family after all, and the Xia family is still ruled by the Marquis."

"She was able to have such great ability, but that was also due to the Marquis's plan. After you return to the palace, you should go to visit him in person to show that your relationship will not be alienated because of Miss Xia."

There is one thing Mr. Fu did not mention.

That is, since Lord Xiahou could raise a daughter like Xia Chan, could he also raise a second one?

Or, in other words, Lord Xiahou already has a second or third Xia Chan in his hands?

In order to prevent missing out on talents like Xia Chan again, Yuan Che's smartest thing to do is to continue to show his goodwill to Lord Xia Hou.

Yuan Che understood this without Mr. Fu explaining it.

That’s right, because of Xia Chan’s incident, he had developed some distance towards Lord Xia Hou.

But now that he had calmed down, he realized that he couldn't be angry with his uncle.

Even if he was deceived, it was his uncle who did it for his own good. His mistake was that he believed Xia Yuanan's lies and lost Xia Chan.

The two chatted for a while and then talked about what excuse they should use to return to Beijing.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left the capital without permission, and he has no good reason to do so, which will be unacceptable to the Emperor.

Yuan Che had come here in a fit of rage, but now that he had calmed down, he began to fear that his father would hold him accountable.

He looked at Mr. Fu on the side.

"Sir, what's your trick?"

Mr. Fu is a smart man.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be respected so much by the arrogant Yuan Che.

He thought about it and quickly came up with a good excuse.

"Your Highness, there is a famine in the south, and there are countless refugees there, waiting for the government to settle them."

He only said half of the sentence, but Yuan Che understood the meaning.

Mr. Fu wanted him to go south.

The reason was to inspect the area on behalf of God, provide disaster relief, and comfort refugees.

Yuan Che thought about it and decided that this was a good idea.

"Immediately give orders to allocate two hundred thousand taels of silver from my private treasury and go south to provide disaster relief!"

"The prince is righteous."

Mr. Fu sang along loudly.

Yuan Che also had a smile on his face.

All the resentment caused by being humiliated by the summer cicadas was also swept away.

But the accounts that need to be settled will still be settled.

Otherwise, wouldn't he, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, be looked down upon in vain?

Zhu Qiang was called in to continue the pursuit of the Xie family. Someone was also sent to check on the exiled team to see if Xia Yuanan was dead.

"If she is not dead, bring her back."

Yuan Che spoke.

Mr. Fu on the side raised his eyes.

Yuan Che comforted him, "Don't worry, sir. I just can't swallow this anger."

Isn't there a famine and refugees in the south?

If the second daughter of the marquis's family was given to the leader of those refugees and bandits, would they thank him prostrate themselves on the ground?

Mr. Fu knew Yuan Che's plan and shook his head slightly.

However, I didn't object in the end.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may have a bad temper occasionally, but it's harmless and nothing to worry about.

As long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince listens to him and the Marquis on important matters, there will be no problem.

…………

on board.

Xia Chan went to her clinic, took a comfortable hot bath, changed into a clean set of pajamas, and sat by the window looking at the flowing water below.

At night, their ship was not moving very fast.

The main reason is that we are not clear about the situation in this river. If we run aground or hit a reef, it will be troublesome.

The sound of gurgling water rang in my ears.

Xia Chan vaguely heard the sound of pigeons flapping their wings. He looked up and saw the closed door being pushed open.

Xie Lin walked in from outside.

She had just taken a shower and was sitting there with her knees bent, her black hair loose, faintly glowing against her palm-sized fair face.

It's just a small and soft ball. Just one look at it makes my heart fall for it.

Xie Lin's throat moved with difficulty.

Xia Chan's eyes fell on the thing in his hand.

"What is it? A carrier pigeon?"

She had watched some TV dramas before and knew that ancient people would use carrier pigeons to deliver messages.

After Xie Lin said this, he coughed and looked away.

"Ah."

He adjusted himself and walked towards her.

"Just received a pigeon message."

As he said this, he sat down on the low couch at her feet and took out the rolled paper from the small bamboo tube.

A small slip of paper opened.

There was an even smaller line of words written on it.

"Ten counties in the south are suffering from famine, and tens of thousands of refugees are heading north."

There was no signature at the bottom of the letter.

Xia Chan raised his head after reading it.

Pointing to the special strokes of the handwriting, he asked, "Is this your code for identifying each other?"

She is very smart.

Really much smarter than the average person.

Just by looking at the handwriting on this small piece of paper, she determined that this was the secret code that Xie Lin and the others used to confirm each other's identities.

He did not hide it and admitted it generously.

"Yes, everyone has a different way of using secret codes. This was sent by a brother in the southern branch."

"Famine!"

Xia Chan searched the plot of the original book in his mind and found that it was indeed the case.

The famine not only resulted in tens of thousands of refugees, but also gave rise to many corrupt officials.

According to the records in the books, when cannibalism had already occurred, the food in some corrupt officials’ homes was rotting and infested with insects…

Very good, this is very suitable for her to rob the rich and give to the poor.

The rich are naturally those corrupt officials who are rich but unkind.

Poor? Of course it's her.

Is there anyone poorer than her?

"Shall we go south too?"