In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

The man's shoes were about to fall off. He was just doing some work at night, but he was targeted by so many people. He was dragged by Yun Ting, feeling a little humiliated. He mumbled, "Can you carry me properly?"

Yun Ting gave him a fierce look: "Shut up."

Yun Ting just felt that Xie Chibei was going to be angry. The person imprisoned in the dungeon escaped and became Chang Dubing's secret agent. Could it be that this person had already colluded with Chang Dubing before assassinating Xie Chibei?

Xie Chibei arrived at the mass grave and saw Chang Dubing lying curled up on the ground, with a look of relief yet unwillingness as he waited for death on his face.

Xie Chibei pulled the man's fingers to Chang Dubing's nostrils with one hand, and pinched Chang Dubing's neck with the other hand, but did not use his maximum strength.

Chang Dubing's neck became thinner and thinner. He felt that the force was not that strong. It must not be Xie Chibei who went crazy because of Mu Jinan.

Chang Dubing smelled pepper. Was that man trying to kill him?

When a person who is expecting death really reaches the brink of death, he may not feel fear psychologically, but the unbearable pain of the body and the instinctive desire to survive will turn into endless fear that forces him to struggle.

Chang Dubing was not as fearless as imagined. He raised his two almost broken arms, trying to tear away the big hands that were strangling his neck.

"Let me go! You are ungrateful."

Xie Chibei saw that Chang Dubing's mouth was moving all the time and there was hatred on his face, but he still used the man's hand to strangle Chang Dubing.

Chang Dubing's frown showed that he wanted to live. He could wait for death quietly, but he couldn't be killed by others like this.

Chang Dubing struggled and groaned, "Let go, I'm going to kill you."

The man wanted to break free from Xie Chibei's hand even more than Chang Dubing. He was using him to force Chang Dubing. There was a knife on his neck, and Yun Ting was threatening him.

He had just walked a long way before letting down his guard, but he was caught again. He angrily cursed, "You dishonest Central Plains people."

"Pa!" Mu Jingyi raised his hand and slapped the man in the face.

This slap stunned everyone for a moment. The man covered his mouth and no one could hear what he said.

Mu Jingyi also looked down at his hand. He was just going to hit him with a hook punch, but he didn't even react to why he got a slap in the face.

The man stopped struggling, his cheeks burning with pain. Seeing that the murderous aura of the general was enough to crush his bones, he dared not speak any more.

Mu Jingyi felt inexplicably disgusted when he saw this man for the first time. He lowered his eyes to look at the deep eyebrows and punched the man in the face again.

Xie Chibei then kicked the man to the ground on Chang Dubing and then let go.

Chang Dubing's almost broken neck finally got a chance to survive, and there was a breath in his chest that was slowly recovering. He felt as if someone had beaten the man, and two arms were shaking and slapping the man.

Xie Chibei: “Pull it up.”

Yun Ting pulled the man aside, and Xie Chibei wrote a few words on Chang Dubing's arm: "He wanted to kill you, but I saved you. Explain clearly."

Xie Chibei took out the prepared knife and placed it between Chang Dubing's arms.

Chang Dubing shrugged and smiled. The moment his father was caught by Emperor Hui, he felt both worried and relieved. His mother's blood revenge had finally been settled.

The defeat of the Chang family seemed to be a good thing in his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he would just be a money-making tool in his father's hands.

But Chang Dubing was reluctant to give up the wealth he had accumulated over many years, so he held a dagger between his arms and wrote on the ground.

Chang Dubing calculated the time every day and often woke up at night to practice writing with his arms and feet, just for the purpose of saving himself one day.

But he stayed in prison for a long time and Mu Jingyi refused to let him leave. Later, he felt that there was no hope and wanted to commit suicide, but he also had other thoughts.

Xie Chibei looked at Mu Jingyi. On the long street, he said to Mu Jingyi, "Chang Dubing is not seeking death, but seeking help. Follow him."

Mu Jingyi and Xie Chibei agreed: "Let Chang Dubing stay in the prison and waste his energy. Until today, torture and interrogation have yielded no results. He thinks we have let down our guard and is hanging on for someone to rescue him."

Xie Chibei lowered his eyes and smiled: "Brother, I just offended you."

Mu Jingyi looked at his future brother-in-law and said, "Are you deliberately offending me? Now you call me brother. Are you afraid that I will stop my sister from marrying you?"

Xie Chibei snorted: "No one can stop me from marrying Mu Jinan."

The argument between the two at that time seemed to have melted away, and the others stood by.

"Five years ago, now it should be six years ago..."

Xie Chibei lowered his head to look at the words written by Chang Dubing. He didn't even dare to look at the next word, because it was getting closer and closer to his guess, and he would rather he guessed wrong.

Xie Chibei held his breath. The smell of the rotting dead was particularly heavy in the night. The moonlight cast a heavy shadow on his eyelashes, forcing his eyes to peek into Mu Jinan's painful past that he didn't want anyone to know.

Chang Dubing continued writing: "Someone sold Mu Jinan to me, saying that she was the daughter of Mu Chen and Princess Chengsheng, but I did not accept her."

The cold wind blew recklessly in the dark night, piercing into Xie Chibei's tense heart. In an instant, his whole heart died with Mu Jinan six years ago.

Xie Chibei's eyes were bloodshot, and the tears of grief that could not bear the pain for her suddenly fell down, dripping on the arrogant and deceiving word of selling, soaking into the powerless "watching the fire from the other side of the river" six years ago when she was thousands of miles away. Her belief in living was burned to ashes, and she endured inhuman torture.

They were all unaware of all this. When Mu Jinan was crying for help, they were celebrating and laughing somewhere. When Mu Jinan was threatened by wild beasts, they were drinking and sleeping in the dark night.

Dreams cannot meet each other and cannot empathize with each other. Mu Jinan cannot feel the joy of them living at home and being with their father, and they cannot feel the sorrow of Mu Jinan feeling fear and trembling at night.

Xie Chibei clenched the jade pendant in his hand, his collapsed body swaying in the spring night. He didn't know where to go to save the little girl who was sold as a slave and begged and beaten eleven years ago; he didn't know where to save the little girl who was abducted to the battlefield nine years ago; he also didn't know where to stop the carriage that sold her and trained her six years ago.

Xie Chibei cried: "The villains used her to stir up three years of war, and countless people cursed her. She hid in Jiangnan with wounds all over her body. She just wanted to stay alive, but the year the war ended, they sold her again and tortured and bullied her again."

Mu Jingyi's head was buzzing, and he was hoarse before he could speak: "Five years? That villain has been torturing her for five years?"

Chang Dubing also wrote: "The person who sold her wore a half-white, half-gray mask."

Xie Chibei remembered that when he was interrogating Zhu Wujian, he had heard about the half-white, half-gray mask. He asked someone to check all the members of the royal family: "We haven't found out yet."

Mu Jingyi grabbed Chang Dubing's arm and asked him to write faster.

Chang Dubing didn't know how Xie Chibei would punish him in the end. He wanted to survive. "The pepper was sold to me by Zhou Shenmao, the governor of Yanzhou, at the end of last spring. I don't know how he got the pepper. The goods were shipped from the west."

Xie Chibei thought of last year: "Did the Juex caravan sell the pepper burned in Liangzhou to Zhou Shenmao? According to the caravan's itinerary, they should have arrived in Heyuan in the summer."

Chang Dubing also wrote: "My father hit my mother to death with an abacus, and the abacus was buried under a peach tree in my house."

"I have food, but I have to see Mu Jinan."