The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Beijing.

"Open the city gate. We have something important to report." The man in black armor said in a flat voice. He held a gold token in his hand and handed it to the gate officer.

The city gate officer took it and took a look at it, then glanced at the last two people carrying something covered with black cloth, and then hurriedly ordered his men to open the city gate.

Soon, this team of black-armored soldiers arrived at the heavily guarded palace.

"Really dead?"

The man sitting on the dragon throne rubbed his finger on the ring on his hand. After listening to the report of the black-clothed shadow guard below, he paused and frowned and spoke.

The shadow guard standing below stepped forward and said respectfully, "Yes, the Shadow Dragon Guard just found a half-burnt body in a remote forest tonight. The jade pendant on the body is indeed the black jade that the prince has worn since he was a child. The Shadow Dragon Guard immediately found someone from the military camp to take a look. The clothes on the body are also the ones the prince wore on the night he got drunk. There are also multiple old wounds on the forearms and chest, and the wounds are consistent."

An invisible pressure spread throughout the palace, and the person reporting began to sweat coldly on his forehead.

After a moment, the man in a bright yellow dragon robe on the high seat stood up and slowly walked behind him.

The black cloth covering the room was lifted, and a faint burnt smell floated in the hall.

On the simplest stretcher in the military camp lay a charred body, whose face could no longer be identified.

The jade pendant was placed next to the corpse, with many black stains on it. The red necklace string on the jade pendant had been burned to ashes, leaving only the black jade with the inscription.

The man with a noble temperament seemed to be unable to smell the pungent smell, nor did he care that the person on the stretcher was covered in black ash. His fingers stroked the corpse inch by inch.

Finally his sight fell on the calf, his eyes fixed, and he withdrew his hand after a moment.

"I understand. You can bury the body quietly! Tell the public that the King of Zhanbei was accidentally killed by an assassin..." Xiao Yihan paused, took the white handkerchief handed over by the eunuch, and continued, "He died without a complete body."

"Yes!" The leading shadow guard responded and retreated with several subordinates carrying the corpse.

After the shadow guard retreated, the old eunuch who had been silent made a gesture to the servants in the hall, and all the maids and eunuchs retreated respectfully.

"Master, this man..." He took the handkerchief that Emperor Heng'an had used to wipe his hands and spoke tentatively.

"What? You also believe that he will die like this." Xiao Yihan, who sat back on the dragon chair, sneered, "I have reminded him before to be careful of the people around him. He insisted that we are all family, so how can we turn our swords against each other? This is what he deserves."

The old eunuch hesitated and said: "Since the prince is not dead, if he wants to come back in the future... with this identity..." His Majesty personally issued an edict stating that the King of Zhanbei had passed away. If that person appeared in front of the world in the future, His Majesty would inevitably be criticized.

Xiao Yihan waved his hand, "If he wants to protect the rest of the Zhanbei King's family and keep his honor as a loyal emperor, it is the safest approach for him not to come back. As for revenge for his brothers who died in vain, that is his own business. I will not interfere. Just wait and see."

The old eunuch nodded respectfully, sweat dripping down his forehead. His Majesty's thoughts were getting deeper and deeper, and even those who had been serving him for many years were a little frightened.

Within one night, the news of Prince Zhanbei's assassination had spread from the palace to the homes of various ministers.

Some are happy while others are worried. The Zhanbei Palace, which had stood firm since the previous emperor, has now completely fallen. Who knows how many people want to step on it...

Just after the hour of the Ox, the family of the Zhanbei Palace took the palace token and requested the imperial physician to leave the palace. The old concubine fainted upon hearing that her son had died.

This went on for a few hours, and at dawn the next day, when the people of the capital passed by the gate of the palace, they saw that the eaves and walls of the palace were covered with white paper lanterns overnight.

……

Jiang Shian, who was far away in a remote mountain village, knew nothing about these things.

After two tiring days, he managed to sleep in for a rare night.

The morning sun shines through the window gaps and onto the floor, adding a touch of warmth to the deserted interior.

Jiang Shian rubbed his aching temple and sat up.

The headband that tied his hair had fallen away long ago, and his messy black hair was draped over his shoulders, making him look lazy.

After living in school for a long time, Jiang Shian got into the habit of folding the quilt first after getting up.

The hairband fell to the end of the bed. He took the hairband and the comb, then walked out to the yard, yawning.

"Shi'an, good morning." Ji Yinghuai got up at some point, holding a hoe in his hand and turning over the land he mentioned last night.

I saw him smiling, which was unusual for him, and greeted him.

Jiang Shian's hands froze in mid-air, and he looked at the smile on the man's face in a daze.

How could he have changed so much in just one night? He even smiled like he did before he lost his memory.

Have you figured this out?

"Good morning, your back injury has healed. This is physical work, don't make the injury worse." Jiang Shian retracted his gaze, quickly combed his hair, and tied a ponytail on top of his head with a hairband.

The ancients had this problem: their hair was too long to be taken care of. But they couldn't cut it short either. It was said that one's hair was given by one's parents. If one messed with his hair, he would be criticized for being unfilial.

The clothes that Jiang Shian bought were all loose-fitting. When he stretched his hands upwards, the sleeves slid down, revealing his slender arms like jade.

Ji Yinghuai glanced over casually and didn't expect to see such a scene. He immediately felt a heat in his throat and quickly looked away.

This guy is too casual. Does he trust him too much, or does he not consider him as a man at all?

Jiang Shi'an had no idea what was going on in the man's mind. He walked to the well to fetch water to wash up, and noticed Ji Yinghuai's red earlobes, still a little puzzled.

I looked at the sun rising in the sky. It shouldn’t be that hot.

Since Ji Yinghuai was digging here, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast first, and stewed the man's medicine on another stove.

I still have two doses of medicine the doctor prescribed, and I have to take them for another four or five days.

This millet is very sweet. You don’t need to add other vegetables when cooking porridge. The porridge cooked in this way is delicious with some pickles.

The two of them sat in the house and had breakfast. While Ji Yinghuai was taking medicine, Jiang Shian sprinkled rapeseed on the dug ground.

I randomly used the dug pebbles to separate several fields. Coriander and green onions, which are often eaten at home, were planted in the two largest fields, and other vegetables were planted in the remaining areas that had not been dug.

By the time Ji Yinghuai came out, Jiang Shian had already been digging with a hoe for quite a while. He had drawn a lot of well water yesterday and sprinkled it in the yard, so digging didn't take much effort.

After all, Ji Yinghuai was injured, and he was still worried that his old injury would relapse, so he directed people to sow some vegetable seeds on the vegetable field he had dug.

"Just like I did just now, spread a little at a time, don't spread it too densely, otherwise it will all grow in one place and won't grow."

"Yes, that's it. Pour some water on it before the sun comes out. It will probably sprout in six or seven days."

Ji Yinghuai listened carefully, nodded and did as he was told.

Now that he has decided to stay here, he certainly can't eat for free. Shi An is still a young boy, he can't let him take care of him all the time.

When his injury gets better, he can go up the mountain to hunt, and then Shi An will be able to eat meat every day.

After a morning, the vegetables in the yard were finally planted. The yard, which was originally desolate and full of weeds, is now well maintained. The only difference is that the vegetables have not grown yet and the yard is bare, which does not look very good.

Jiang Shian originally wanted to trouble Wang Fugui to come and apply medicine to Ji Er, but the man said that he had almost recovered and he could handle the front part by himself, and let him heal the back part slowly.

He couldn't resist, so he nodded and agreed.

This man is really not an ordinary person. With such a serious injury, he recovered almost completely in just two or three days. He can walk and work. If he were injured, he would have to lie in bed for ten days or half a month.

Since they had nothing to do in the afternoon, the two of them decided to go to the mountain.

To be precise, Jiang Shian carried a backpack and wanted to go get some herbs, but the man was worried about him going alone, so he changed into a set of coarse cloth clothes and asked him to go with him.

Jiang Shian stared at Ji Yinghuai from head to toe, frowned and asked, "When did you buy the clothes?"

His clothes were a little short for a man, but the one he was wearing fit him well and was made of similar material.

"Forehead……"

Ji Yinghuai was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to explain.

Shi An knew that he had recovered most of his memory, but how could he explain that the clothes were delivered to him by his men in the morning?

Fortunately, Jiang Shian didn't plan to ask more questions. Seeing that he was embarrassed, he made a "tsk" sound and walked out.

Forget it. The more he knows, the faster he will die. Anyway, it’s not his money so it has nothing to do with him.

He was just waiting for the day when this man would have a change of heart and suddenly give him dozens of taels of silver to repay him.