With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

After the carriage drove away, Shu He finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard Baili Moqing's indifferent voice again.

"Why aren't you surprised?"

Shu He:?

Puzzled, she asked, "What are you surprised about?"

"What Nangong Xiyun said. About her identity, and my identity."

She also heard what Shen Wu said last night.

He remembered that at that time, she did not show any surprise or shock, as if she had known his identity for a long time.

Shu He was startled, a flicker of regret flashing across her bright eyes. She had actually forgotten about this!

As expected, you can't act well all the time! Sooner or later, you'll be exposed!

She forced herself to remain calm, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Is identity important?"

"Isn't it important?" he asked back, looking at her with burning eyes.

When their eyes met, Shu He was the first to give in. She turned her head away, her face full of pride, "Of course it's not important!"

"So what if he's a prince? So what if he's a refugee? In my eyes, he's just a 'human'. No one is nobler than anyone else! The only difference is strength!"

"If you are strong, I will look up to you. If you are weak, don't blame me for ignoring your existence."

Originally, she just wanted to deal with Baili Moqing and cover up her own "flaw", but who knew that the more she spoke, the more excited she became.

She turned around and looked at him again. "Don't say you're not the Seventh Prince now. Even if you are, so what? In my eyes, there's no difference. I'm not in the court, so why should I be restricted by those ranks?"

"So, whether you are a refugee or a prince, it's all the same to me!"

So, there is no surprise!

There were stars in Baili Moqing's eyes.

He was silent for a long time, then said, "All under heaven belongs to the king. Even if you are not in the imperial court, you are within this kingdom and are naturally subject to the constraints of the king's authority."

Shu He stared at him intently, very dissatisfied with his words. This was the ancient feudal regime! Under this kind of regime, the people had no human rights at all!

"Humph, so that's why you people have such feudal and ignorant ideas!"

She walked out the door, looking at the endless white snow and the endless winding Ming River, and a complicated feeling arose in her heart again.

She knew that in this world, it was impossible for her to make any changes on her own!

But even so, she did not want to let this "torrent of power" shackle her thoughts and wash away her beliefs.

"I don't care about others. As far as I'm concerned, unless you earn my respect through your own abilities, I won't take you seriously, even if you're the 'Son of Heaven'!"

Baili Moqing stared at that determined face, somewhat unconvinced. How could a woman like her, a woman from the underworld, have such ideas and perceptions?

There is no other woman in the entire continent who has such thoughts, right?

At this moment, that extremely ordinary face actually seemed a little pleasing to the eye.

However, her words, although very moving, seemed a little too naive.

"You woman, you're still talking nonsense!" Nan Qi also heard her from the side. However, he felt that Shu He's words were clearly treasonous thoughts!

All under heaven belongs to the king, and she actually dared to say that she doesn't even care about the "Son of Heaven"! Isn't she afraid that the wind will be too strong and her tongue will be blown away!

Shu He glared at him. "Is this crazy talk? This is clearly an advanced idea!"

"Even if I tell you, you still won't understand! You old fogey!"

"Who's an old antique?!" Nanqi was so angry that his chest heaved. This woman was really good at speaking!

Knowing that Nanqi couldn't win the argument, Shu He raised his eyebrows smugly. At this time, Zhang Zhiyi led the refugees from the Zhang residence next door and prepared to enter the city.

In the crowd of refugees, Shu He looked at the old friend, and all his previous emotions disappeared.

He stood tall and proud among the crowd, and his resolute look made it difficult for her to recognize him.

At this moment, where is there any trace of the playboy he once was?

His right hand was holding a young girl in a tattered cotton coat. When he looked down at her, a gentle look appeared in his eyes.

Baili Moqing noticed her gaze and emotional changes, and her clenched fists made the confusion in his eyes even deeper.

Who was that man, the one who could make her feel so lost and melancholy?

Is it an old friend? If so, why don't you recognize him?

Could it be Xiao Yier’s “dead” father?

But if that was the case, why did the man act like he didn't know her?

Is there any hidden story behind this?

At this time, Baili Moqing did not realize that although he hated women very much, he was actually curious about a woman.

……

With nothing to do in the evening, Shu He was making wolfskin shoes for Xiao Yier under the guidance of Madam Wang.

At this time, Nanqi also returned from Yuancheng.

Shu He saw him coming back and ran over excitedly. "Nanqi, did you buy what I wanted?"

"bought."

Nanqi took out the bundle in his hand and handed it to her. There was a foul smell coming from the bundle.

Uncle Zhang came over and smelled the stench. He couldn't help but frown, "What is this? Why is it so fishy and smelly?"

Shu He frowned. How could it smell fishy? Could it be that it hadn't been processed?

"I didn't buy the kind you mentioned. I only received this goose down from a few farmers."

Seeing that Shu He didn't take it, Nan Qi spread the bundle on the table. The once pristine white goose down was now covered in blood and mud, making it disgusting to look at.

Nan Qi laughed: "It's freshly killed, very fresh."

It turns out that it has not been processed.

Shu He was a little disappointed. However, it was better to have it than not to have it. It just needed some processing and it would be ready to use after drying.

"Mrs. He, what do you want this for? Goose feathers are stained with blood and smell fishy. Most people just throw them away." Or put them in poultry cages. Generally, poultry hatched in cages padded with goose down have a higher survival rate.

"I'm going to make a down jacket for Xiao Yier." Shu He's eyes lit up as he looked at the goose down.

"Down jacket? What's that?" Uncle Zhang was puzzled. He had lived for so many years and had never heard of this term.

"It's a very warm garment, and goose down is the best for keeping warm. It just so happens that the gifts the Zhang family brought today include some very dense material, perfect for making the lining of a down jacket."

While explaining, Shu He checked the quality of the goose down that Nanqi brought back.

Yes, it is top quality fluff.

"But these feathers are stained with blood. They are black and dirty. Can they be used as clothes?"

Uncle Zhang picked up a few strands of fluff; they were wet and sticky, and a bit disgusting.

I'm afraid even the lowest class of people wouldn't use this kind of stuff to make clothes. If you wear clothes like this, won't your whole body stink?

After hearing this, Shu He couldn't help but laugh, "Uncle Zhang, these odors can be dealt with! Just wait and see!"

"After I have dealt with these things, later on, if the two ladies and Uncle Zhang are free, you can come and take a look and learn from them."

"After I finish it, you can try out how warm it is. It will definitely exceed your imagination! Then, you can buy some goose down to make down jackets for yourself."

Madam Wang was quite interested in this and agreed immediately.

Mrs. Zhang was a little cold towards Shu He because of what happened that morning. But she was also curious about this new thing. She thought, Xiao Bao'er will be here tomorrow. If this dress is really good, she will make one for her little Bao'er too.

After a busy period, Shu He finally finished the lining of the down jacket late at night.

Just seal it with a piece of fabric with nice patterns at the back.

At this time, Madam Zhang could no longer bear it and went to sleep. Uncle Zhang was old and could not bear it either. Only Madam Wang stayed with her to light the lamp and fight at night.

Shu He was touched, "Madam Wang, thank you so much."

"What's there to thank me for? I also think this 'down jacket' is very novel. I just tried it and it really keeps me warm. I'm going to ask Brother Nanqi to bring me some goose down tomorrow so I can make a lining for myself!"

Madam Wang comforted her with a smile and was very supportive of Shu He's "down jacket".

Hearing this, Shu He felt really happy.

At this moment, a burst of quick and hurried footsteps came from the corridor, which made Shu He's good mood disappear completely.

"What happened again?!"

Shu He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep these days!

"Mrs. He, what are you talking about?"

Mrs. Wang's ears were not as good as hers, and she had not yet heard the anxious footsteps.

Before Shu He could respond, Nanqi's anxious face suddenly appeared at the door.

"Master, the master has fainted!"