Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Ning Yunxiao left quickly and came back quickly, handing a bowl of medicine to Jiang Lige.

"Drink it while it's hot."

When Jiang Lige smelled the medicine, his little face immediately wrinkled into a bun.

"Why does it taste even more bitter than the bowl I had this afternoon?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Ning Yunxiao was very puzzled. Could medicine be sweet?

Jiang Lige pouted and pushed the medicine away, then saw Ning Yunxiao staring at him, and hurriedly explained pitifully:

"It's too bitter. I can't drink it."

As a result of her behavior, Ning Yunxiao's temper was completely worn out, and every question he asked seemed to be at her mercy.

"How do you usually take medicine?"

Jiang Lige's evil plan succeeded, he said lightly.

"Songyue will tell me stories, and Fengquan will make preserves for me."

Ning Yunxiao paused for a moment and chose one that he could do.

"Then I'll tell you a story, and you drink quickly."

"it is good!"

Jiang Lige obediently took the medicine bowl, took a sip, and listened to Ning Yunxiao whispering the "story".

In fact, he was still talking about the current situation of Jingzhou City, but unlike Song Yue's gossip about the Dong family and the Li family, Ning Yunxiao's speech was from far to near, progressive and clear, which made Jiang Lige's thoughts involuntarily led by him.

Before I knew it, the bowl of medicine was almost empty.

Jiang Lige put down the bowl and asked, "When did the prince send the news to the capital?"

"The day when Magistrate Bai and I left the city."

From the time Ning Yunxiao left the city to the time he returned, it took only five or six days in total. The journey from the capital to Jingzhou is a long one, so the imperial envoy from the capital must have traveled day and night to get here.

Emperor Shengwu attached so much importance to this matter. Besides being on guard against the Jingzhou army for a long time, Jiang Lige couldn't help but think of the rumors he heard in his previous life. If this was true...

Jiang Lige didn't want Ning Yunxiao to notice that something was wrong, so he calmed down and changed the subject.

"Then what should we do with Yuan Xingan and the others?"

"Your Majesty's intention is to escort Yuan Xing'an back to the capital as an example to others. As for Lord Gu, he has also been transferred back to the capital."

"What about Magistrate Bai?"

"The emperor has allowed him to retire and bring his family to Beijing to spend his remaining years."

"Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade. I'm afraid Lord Bai's son will be promoted."

Ning Yunxiao looked at Jiang Lige in surprise. She didn't expect that Jiang Lige, a girl, had such a good ability to see the big picture from small details.

Surprised, he nodded.

"The matter in Jingzhou is over. In a few days, we should set off to return to Beijing."

The light words "it's over" buried countless bones and covered up all the suffering.

Jiang Lige was speechless and had no way to refute, so he just nodded.

"After Old Man Liu is buried, I can set off at any time."

"it is good."

……

Jiang Lige's health had never been good to begin with, and after this illness, he immediately lost a lot of weight.

Rong Hui was already distressed seeing this, but Jiang Chuchu showed up on time every day under the pretext of visiting.

Jiang Chuchu arrived right after Ning Luyang came. As soon as they entered the house, they started gossiping, making it impossible for people to concentrate on recuperating. The smell of jealousy could be smelled even in the next room.

In a fit of anger, Rong Hui drove everyone out, saying that the doctor had told Jiang Lige to rest and there was no need to visit unless necessary.

With just one sentence, a bunch of people were blocked back, including Xiao Xingrong who arrived late.

The day Jiang Lige was allowed to go out happened to be the day of Old Man Liu's funeral.

Due to etiquette, Rong Hui and her group were unable to attend the funeral ceremony, so they asked Ning Yunxiao to send his personal servant to help, and Xiao Xingrong also sent a few soldiers to help carry the coffin.

Old man Liu's grandson Dali walked in front holding the tablet, taking care of everything from wrecking the spirit to burial.

Jiang Lige and his servant stood on the small hill and watched the team go away. There was no shortage of money or manpower for Old Man Liu's funeral, and it was already a very decent funeral in the manor.

After the whole process, everyone was exhausted. He sent everyone back and stood alone in front of the tombstone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Lige came at this time, "I promised your grandfather that I would take good care of you. Are you willing to go back to the capital with me?"

Dali looked up at Jiang Lige and said nothing.

Jiang Lige then realized that he seemed to have never heard Dali speak before. Just when he was lamenting, "How could such a good child be mute?"

Suddenly, Dali spoke.

"You know what? My grandpa did it on purpose."

"..."

Dali spoke with a strong Sichuan accent. Jiang Lige opened his mouth for a long time without responding. Seeing this, Dali curled his lips as if a little disappointed and immediately stopped talking.

Seeing this, Jiang Lige realized that he had offended Dali and hurried to explain.

"I haven't heard a Shu accent in a long time, I almost didn't react. You just said your grandfather did it on purpose?"

After hearing the explanation, Dali's expression improved. "He didn't have many days left. I deliberately helped you avoid the disaster so that you would take care of me."

Jiang Lige nodded, "I know."

"You knew?" Dali opened his mouth in surprise. "You knew and you're still willing to take care of me?"

"No matter what, he saved my life, and I owe him a debt of gratitude."

Dali's performance dispelled Jiang Lige's original plan. She paused and continued:

"If you're willing to come with me, I'll arrange for you to learn a skill from a master when we return to the capital, so you can make a living on your own. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I'll leave you some money. As long as you don't overspend, you'll have enough food and clothing."

Fengquan, who was hiding behind the forest, couldn't help but nodded after hearing this.

Jiang Lige gave Dali two paths, one was a chance to succeed, and the other was a stable life.

If Dali chose the latter, it means that he is not suitable for the capital, and even if he goes there, he will be a hopeless person.

Adou, oh no, Dali was silent for a long time. Just when Jiang Lige began to suspect that he had made a mistake, he heard Dali's thick Shu accent again.

"Is food provided?" he asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Lige tilted his head, very confused.

"If I go to the capital to learn a trade, will food be provided?" Dali said, and then quickly added, "Just steamed buns will be fine."

Jiang Lige burst out laughing and nodded, "Free meals, meat for every meal, and steamed buns to keep you full!"

"That'll work!"

In this way, Liu Dali also joined the team returning to Beijing.

The day of returning to Beijing was soon set. The group came with a small group and returned in a grand procession.

The imperial envoy led Yuan Xing'an and his party in the front, in the middle was Princess Ronghui who returned with hundreds of dowries, the Bai family also followed with their belongings, and at the end was a group of guards led by Xiao Xingrong.

Such a scene was very spectacular. It was the first time that Dali had seen such a grand ceremony. He was so scared that he followed Jiang Lige closely.

Jiang Lige didn't think there was anything wrong. He just told Dali not to bump into the other female relatives and let it go. When the curtain of the car was about to fall, it was lifted up again.

Then, Jiang Lige saw Xiao Xingrong with a sour face, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"This Dali has an unusual identity."