Confiscated property and exiled? I and the charlatan prince are competing against each other

Jiang Yining, who was sleeping soundly, thought that zombies were surrounding the city, and some of them dared to choke her, so she raised her hand and punched him.

This short sleep was a sweet dream for Shi Henian.

As long as there are no assassins or ghosts, it would be a sweet dream for him.

But before he had slept for long, he was punched in the chest.

"Assassin, protect the emperor!" Shi Henian woke up with pain and met Jiang Yining's cold eyes with anger as she struggled out of his arms.

"Shi Henian, what's wrong with you so late at night!" She thought there were zombies surrounding the city, but it turned out that Shi Henian carried her over in the middle of the night.

Jiang Yining was filled with rage. If she had not woken up early, she would have been struck by lightning while she was still in a daze.

Shi Henian was thankful that he was a martial artist and had pretty good fighting skills.

Otherwise, if Jiang Yining suddenly swung his fist that could kill a cow, he wouldn’t know whether he could still survive.

Although I wasn't injured, my chest really hurts at this moment.

He had said it long ago that Jiang Yining was definitely not as weak as she appeared to be!

He sat up, covering the spot where he was hit, and spoke innocently and sadly: "I fell asleep, I didn't do anything."

"You fell asleep and then you touched me." Jiang Yining said.

"We are husband and wife, is there any problem with sleeping together?" Shi Henian also cleared his mind. Faced with Jiang Yining's such a big reaction, he thought of Shi Henian.

It was not himself, but the original Shi Henian.

That’s right, Jiang Yining is still the same Jiang Yining, but Shi Henian has now become a lonely ghost.

Jiang Yining had feelings for the original Shi Henian, but she also doubted his identity.

To be honest, in Jiang Yining's eyes, he might still be an enemy who killed her husband and took over his body with his soul.

"Sorry, I'm so abrupt." Thinking of the problem, Shi Henian said self-deprecatingly: "We still have to travel tomorrow, you should rest first."

As he spoke, he had already taken his outer robe and got out of bed.

Seeing him open the door and leave, Jiang Yining frowned: "Where are you going so late at night?"

"Maybe it's because we just got married and we're not used to it yet." Shi Henian turned around and smiled soothingly: "There are still many rooms in the post station. We have to travel tomorrow. Aning, you should rest first."

Before leaving, he did not forget to call Jiang Yining outside the closed door to lock it.

Jiang Yining sat on the bed and laughed out of anger.

"You still want to share a room with me?" Jiang Yining sneered speechlessly.

Originally, when they, the psychics, were resting, they would guard their territory strictly.

It's not like we didn't sleep together a few days ago. The sleeping space in the carriage was not as big as this bed.

She had never seen Shi Henian be so dishonest as he was tonight. He slept outside but still squeezed in to hug her.

Awakened by the alarm, her instinct for self-preservation was to punch him, and she was able to control herself by not letting him be killed by a bolt of lightning.

She was still angry, but Shi Henian got upset and slept in a separate room from her?

Jiang Yining didn't tolerate him either. He got up from the bed and locked the door.

"Whether you want to sleep or not, no one cares about you."

With a cold snort, Jiang Yining went to bed, covered himself with the quilt, activated the alarm again, and fell asleep instantly.

Shi Henian walked out of the room and came to the lobby on the first floor. He took out his purse and counted it. The more he counted, the more desperate he became.

A total of forty-four taels.

I can't count even one more penny.

The upper rooms of the post station only exploit the rich.

Five taels of silver per night.

Yes, five taels of silver a night!

It was blatant robbery. After all, there was no one within ten miles of the post station. If one wanted to sleep well, one had to pay for it, and rich people didn't mind spending five taels of silver.

But Shi Henian is not a rich man.

He counted his money again and again, and suddenly he couldn't sleep because of his poverty.