Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Heavy snow fell for two days in a row, preventing Qiao Shinian from leaving the palace.

Wen Jiu had been visiting the ladies in the harem as usual these past two days. On the third day, Qiao Shinian asked again, "Can't we really go out of the palace? How come we are more restricted here than in Zhou Kingdom?"

Qiao Shinian held his face with both hands and stared at Wen Jiu who was sitting upright. Wen Jiu frowned and looked at the map on the table, sighing from time to time.

He looked extremely distressed.

"Where is your unreliable uncle?"

"I guess he is reading the palm of some palace maid again." Wen Jiu's eyes never left the map.

Qiao Shinian stood up and walked behind Wen Jiu, leaning over to look at it: "This map is still too abstract for me. I can't understand it."

"Sister~" Wen Jiu's voice was weak. After a long time, Qiao Shinian finally heard the second half of Wen Jiu's words: "Tell me, am I really the protagonist?"

"Of course you are. If you are not the protagonist, who else can have such treatment?" Qiao Shinian pointed to the seeds piled in the corner.

"But..." Wen Jiu sighed again, picked up the map underneath, and saw the words "Yunzhou" written on it.

Wen Jiu said with a bitter face: "But this is the fiefdom I estimated I would get. I know that my father will definitely not give me any good places. After looking through all the maps of Zhou Kingdom, I think Yunzhou is the most suitable fiefdom. I have deployed almost all my men here!"

Qiao Shinian was slightly stunned. She dragged a stool and sat down next to Wen Jiu. Seeing Wen Jiu wanting to cry but unable to, she patted his back and said, "No one is perfect."

"No, sister, what I want to say is that Xingzhou and my status don't match at all! I have no foundation in Xingzhou, but I have already arranged everything in Yunzhou!" Wen Jiu turned around with a bitter face and looked at Qiao Shinian, "Sister, this doesn't have the aura of a protagonist at all."

Qiao Shinian was silent for a while. In the past two days, she also knew the situation in Xingzhou, the old ministers entrenched here, the flooded farmland, and the impoverished people.

To govern Xingzhou well requires huge financial and mental resources.

"Girl, Mo Cheng wants to see you."

"What's there to see? Don't meet him. Get him out of here!" Wen Jiu refused on behalf of Qiao Shinian without hesitation.

Qiao Shinian stood up: "Yue Yu, wait!"

"Sister!" Wen Jiu stood up and stared at Qiao Shinian, "Why are you meeting him?!"

Facing Wen Jiu's question, Qiao Shinian said, "He wants to see me. I think he wants to confirm something."

Wen Jiu's hands were already clenched into fists in his sleeves. He secretly adjusted his tone: "Then let him run twice more and we'll meet again. After all, this is our territory, not Zhou Country. He can meet whenever he wants!"

"That makes sense." Qiao Shinian sat down and pulled Wen Jiu's clothes. "Come on, let's think about how to do things in Xingzhou first."

"Xingzhou has experienced floods for two consecutive years, so we must first be prepared for flood control. Another thing is that most of the people's farmland is in the hands of the gentry. I have sent people to investigate those gentry, and I guess there are not many good people among them." Wen Jiu took out a pen and paper from the side.

Seeing that Qiao Shinian didn't suspect anything, Wen Jiu felt a little relieved.

Yesterday, he originally wanted Chunxue to accompany Qiao Shinian out of the palace, but he received a secret letter urgently sent by a spy from the Zhou Kingdom. The letter was very short, with only a few words.

'The virtuous king died on the fifth day of the first lunar month at Foguang Temple'

He knew that the reason why Mu Qingchen went to Foguang Temple was because he was still in Zhou Kingdom. His presence in Zhou Kingdom meant that Qiao Shinian must also be in Zhou Kingdom every time she appeared. Although Qiao Shinian had gotten used to this world, she was still too immature and would make mistakes and get into trouble.

Mu Qingchen wanted to ensure that Qiao Shinian lived happily and freely in Zhou Kingdom as before, so he stayed in Foguang Temple. As long as Mu Qingchen was alive, no one could touch Qiao Shinian.

Now, Qiao Shinian is gone, and there is no need for him to live.

Haha, what a good plan. In the end, it will leave a deep mark in her heart that she will remember for the rest of her life.

After knowing that Mu Qingchen had left, Wen Jiu had another impression of Mu Qingchen: a cowardly and scheming fool!

As he thought about this, he felt more worried. Mu Qingchen was dead, and this news could not be kept secret for long. Qiao Shinian would know about it soon.

What should he do?

Hiding the truth from Qiao Shinian and letting her go to Xingzhou would make it easier to conceal the truth. She would be away from the center of power and not many people in that place would know about it.

No, the people that Mu Qingchen left behind must know about it. What is he going to do to warn them? !

He had no position, nor did he have the ability to silence everyone left behind by Mu Qingchen.

We have to think of a foolproof plan.

Although he knew that Mu Qingchen would die, he didn't know that he would die immediately after Qiao Shinian left.

If we use Zhou's spies now, we can change Mu Qingchen's death to anything he wants.

The best explanation he could think of was that he couldn't stand the loneliness of the temple and went on a journey to see the world.

But Mu Qingchen is dead, and if the spy can send out this news, then the Zhou royal family will also get the news. To make changes now is like hitting an egg against a stone, which is meaningless.

No matter how careful you are, you can never guard against a thief in your own home. When Qiao Shinian was feeling bored, Wen Jiu suggested that they go for a stroll in the Imperial Garden.

The winter in Chu Wen was as cold as that in Zhou State. There were almost no flowers blooming in the imperial garden, and there was not a single leaf on the branches of the bamboo cypress.

Qiao Shinian shivered from the cold and asked to go back to the house.

At this time, Mo Cheng followed the prince and ran into them. Wen Jiu said hello to Qiao Shinian and left. Unexpectedly, Mo Cheng ignored his status and etiquette and shouted at their backs: "What did you say to him in the end? Did you know he would die?!"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Shinian stopped walking, she knew who Mo Cheng was talking about.

The moment Qiao Shinian turned around, Wen Jiu could almost hear his own heartbeat.

He watched Qiao Shinian quickly run to Mo Cheng, watched her salute the prince, and watched the prince walk towards him with a polite smile.

He seemed to hear a voice saying "It's over" in his ear.

He hadn't figured out how to tell her about this, and he hadn't figured out a way to make sure she wouldn't take it seriously.

"What did you say!" Qiao Shinian almost grabbed Mo Cheng by the collar.

Mo Cheng looked at Qiao Shinian with eyes wide open, with doubt in his eyes. He raised his head slightly to look at Wen Jiu, and said with doubt in his heart: "The wise king is dead. On the day you came to Chu Wen, his guards crushed his bones and scattered his ashes according to his wishes."

"What did you say?" Qiao Shinian felt an unusual ringing in his ears after hearing this: "How could he die? He didn't die at that time, why did he die after I left?"

"Die after I leave..." Qiao Shinian looked at Mo Cheng. He just stared at her, as if he was looking at a madman, and seemed full of doubts.

Qiao Shinian turned around and looked at Wen Jiu who was walking towards her. She raised her hand and Wen Jiu supported her as she almost collapsed to the ground: "Wen Jiu, tell me, he is lying to me, he is lying to me!"

Facing Wen Jiu's silence, at this moment, Qiao Shinian was sure that what Mo Cheng said was true.

She didn't know why, but she had almost no strength in her body. She was still standing, but she felt the world was spinning. It was very noisy in her ears, and the tinnitus made her physically uncomfortable. Her stomach was uncomfortable and she wanted to vomit, but she thought that she could not lose face here.

The prince is still here, the future heir to the throne of this country. If she is disrespectful, the prince will hold her accountable later...