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

Qiao Shinian lay down as soon as she returned to the yard, and handed the wet clothes to Wen Jiu to hang up to dry. She then lay on the bed, shaking her almost dry hair, trying to fall asleep.

"Your Highness, I didn't know you had a habit of following others!" Wen Jiu was hanging up Qiao Shinian's and his clothes and found that Qiao Shinian's nightgown was a little wrinkled. He couldn't help but sigh, "Chunxue."

"Your Highness." Chunxue walked out from the shadows nearby and helped Wen Jiu gently pull and shake the clothes, then hung them on the bamboo poles.

"Cut off the tongue of the cheating man and make it look nicer. This is my sister's first reasonable request, and it has to be done nicely so that he won't be able to speak again." Wen Jiu was like an old father who saw his child grow up, with a look of satisfaction on his face and a tone full of appreciation.

Then he thought of something else: "Dig out his eyes too! His eyes are vulgar, he shouldn't exist! Anyway, he can still work in the fields without his eyes, and it won't affect his life with that woman and the child."

Haruyuki nodded.

"No, without his eyes, even if he can get out of bed, he can only support himself. He probably can't take care of that woman." Mu Qingchen reminded him, and he just stood there, letting the moonlight fall on his robe.

Mu Qingchen's voice was less gentle and more serious: "She didn't say she wanted to destroy his eyes, did she? Cutting off that man's tongue will cause a big commotion tomorrow. If she knew that the man had lost his eyes, do you think she would hate you for making the decision on your own?"

Wen Jiu curled his lips and said coldly: "Go cut off his tongue, and come back quickly."

He was already very adept at commanding Haruyuki.

"You don't look like a prince, and she doesn't look like an ordinary woman." Mu Qingchen frowned slightly, staring at Wen Jiu who continued to hang clothes, "Why is it so?"

"Maybe. She appeared when I was at my lowest point. Her presence made me feel good." Wen Jiu said calmly, grinning, "But she is the most innocent, helpless, kind, and fantastic person I have ever seen. She appeared for me. It's a feeling that is hard to describe. Do you understand?"

Wen Jiu seemed to have some desire to tell a story. He looked back at Mu Qingchen with an innocent smile: "Now, she is gradually being polluted by us. She will understand everything about us. She will stay with me until the day she disappears."

Mu Qingchen couldn't describe what feeling Wen Jiu gave him now. He had never seen Wen Jiu like this before. Although they had no interactions before, this uncomfortable and creepy Wen Jiu made him understand how strong Wen Jiu's control was when he pretended to be good.

Perhaps this is the true nature of the Thirteenth Prince of Chu Wen Kingdom!

That's right, how could a person who has no desires and even actively seeks death survive in such an environment? He realized that Wen Jiu's coming to Zhou State might also be a plan of this child. He is a bold gambler, and he bets that he can go back alive.

If he didn't come to Zhou, he wouldn't have any power in Chuwen, and he might have to live under the oppression of other princes and their families. Coming to Zhou was a gamble, after all, he was the favorite prince of Emperor Chuwen. After all, only by getting out of the range of those family forces could he have time to cultivate his own power.

He thought of Qiao Shinian, the innocent-looking woman with clear eyes. She seemed to be in control of everything about Wen Jiu, but this might just be a smokescreen thrown by Wen Jiu to confuse everyone.

She attracted most of the attention for Wen Jiu. She and Wen Jiu seemed to be living here naively and recklessly, but in fact, she might be the only one who was naive and reckless.

He didn't understand what Wen Jiu meant when he said that she came for him, but he knew that her interests were tied to Wen Jiu's, and she might have taught Wen Jiu many strange things.

She may still naively believe that Wen Jiu is pitiful, helpless, and harmless. She wants to help and protect Wen Jiu, but does Wen Jiu really need her help? Just now, Qing Yi almost failed to stop the palace maid named Chunxue.

The girl looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but Qing Yi was the secret guard left to him by his father. He had been following him for more than ten years and was considered one of the top secret guards. Yet, the girl almost caught up with them.

There was a hint of smile in Mu Qingchen's eyes: "I don't understand."

Because there were too many people who came for him, and although he lost something, he also gained a lot. He was not as miserable as Wen Jiu, who had to risk his life to get what he wanted.

Wen Jiu shrugged. He heard the confidence that Mu Qingchen expected, and realized that Mu Qingchen might have misunderstood something.

However, Qiao Shinian often said that sometimes there are beautiful misunderstandings, and I think it is like this now.

His sister is the most special one, and is the one and only born for him, so let this poor prince misunderstand.

After confirming that Mu Qingchen had no special feelings for Qiao Shinian, he felt relieved. After all, Qiao Shinian had been fascinated by Mu Qingchen's seemingly gentle yet lonely atmosphere for some time, and had drawn many paintings of Mu Qingchen in various backgrounds in his study.

"She is treated as a rare monkey by you, so doesn't she feel humiliated?" Mu Qingchen asked curiously. From his usual observations, Qiao Shinian was not like ordinary palace maids or servants who were submissive and had no ideas of their own.

On the contrary, all her actions were based on her own ideas, and even Wen Jiu couldn't make her give up certain ideas.

Wen Jiu just smiled innocently at Mu Qingchen: "Your Highness, please don't worry about my sister's affairs. We have our own arrangements. It's getting late. I'm going to rest."

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After breakfast, when Qiao Shinian followed Wen Jiu out, the village was still bustling.

A widower named Zhang in his forties in the village had his tongue cut off last night. He was very popular in the village. After finishing his farm work, he would help the elderly who had no pillars in the family or widows who had lost their husbands to do some heavy work.

So when people in the village learned about his miserable plight, it quickly aroused the anger of everyone in the village. No one could have imagined that such a good guy would become an enemy of someone.

So everyone's attention was focused on the outsider who had just come to the village to stay overnight and got into trouble with the widower Zhang.

But when the old village chief saw the aura emanating from Mu Qingchen, he stopped everyone again and again. This was not someone that ordinary people like them could afford to provoke.

Besides, they had no grudge against Zhang the Widow, so why would they deliberately cut off his tongue? If Zhang the Widow really provoked them, he would probably not even see the sun today.

More than a dozen households in the village looked at the group of people going away. Among them, a woman was hugging a short boy, her eyes full of complicated expressions.

Maybe it was because Qiao Shinian got up too early in the morning, he rested his chin on Wen Jiu's head without any energy, and looked listless.

"Wen Jiu, your head stinks." Qiao Shinian muttered in a low voice.

Wen Jiu pursed his lips tightly, and after a while he said aggrievedly: "Sister, you said you didn't dislike me. Sure enough, I should have washed my hair last night. Women's mouths are deceitful."

"Don't worry, I'm not disliking you, I'm just reminding you." Qiao Shinian's voice was weak, just like a cat that just woke up and meowed at you.