You confiscated my property, I exiled you, why are you crying when the treasury is empty?

Su Wanning glanced at Zhan Yirou, then continued to eat the sesame seed bun with meat in her hand.

Song Ying and the others naturally heard what Zhan Yiwei said, but they seemed to have known this would happen.

In order to save energy, the people, who were not full to begin with, rested in their seats until night.

Everyone's stomach made a protesting sound.

They all lay on the railings waiting for the officials to serve them food.

In contrast are Su Wanning and others.

I had already eaten something secretly during meal time.

As for Zhan Lingfeng in the cell next door, he was now hungry like everyone else.

The reason was simple: during lunch, Zhan Yiran saw him sharing his food with others even though she reminded him.

Although we are all family, things are different now. We may be on the road at any time. If we still have a tolerant heart, we will fall into trouble sooner or later.

"It's so late, why haven't we had dinner yet?" Someone in the cell finally couldn't help but lean over the railing and shouted.

After a while, a sleepy official came over, rubbing his eyes.

He knocked against the cell door with the long knife in his hand, looking impatient. "What are you shouting about? If you don't go to bed quickly, do you want to die on the road tomorrow?"

Zhan Qinghao asked cautiously, "Sir, what time do we have dinner tonight?"

"Serve me food? What food? What are you daydreaming about so late at night? If you disturb my sleep, there will be no food for tomorrow." As he said this, the official yawned and walked back.

Su Wanning had been listening to the noises from the other side. According to what the official had just said, they should start their journey of exile tomorrow.

Judging from the previous trajectory, it is hard to say when it will happen, maybe even earlier.

She should go to bed early now. As for tomorrow, it would be better for her to get up early and prepare in advance just in case.

Early the next morning.

Su Wanning got up before the rooster crowed.

The only light in the cell was a dim one coming through the small window.

Su Wanning took out a small helmet from the space and put it on her head.

Then he took out a piece of clothing from the package and wrapped it around his head.

Just as I wrapped my head, the lights in the cell corridor came on.

The officer knocked hard on the prison door with a long knife.

"Wake up, everyone. Get up now."

Everyone who was woken up was full of resentment, but no one dared to complain to the officials.

It wasn't until they walked out of the cell that everyone reacted.

Zhan Qinghao couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you wake us up to put out breakfast?"

"We're about to hit the road, why bother eating breakfast?"

Su Wanning followed the team out. Zhan Yiran, who had been following her, looked at the thing wrapped on her head and whispered, "Why did you wrap your clothes on your head?"

"A life-saving artifact."

Su Wanning smiled mysteriously, and Zhan Yiran didn't ask any more questions. She had heard Su Wanning say before that she was killed by the people with a potato during her exile. Seeing her like this, she must be afraid that the tragedy of her previous life would happen again.

Thinking of this, she moved closer to Su Wanning and kept an eye on her surroundings.

Song Ying, who had been in front of the two of them, took advantage of the officer's conversation to turn around and look at Su Wanning's head worriedly, "Wanning, what's wrong with your head? Did you get hurt last night?"

Su Wanning was about to speak when Zhan Yiran spoke first, "A mouse gnawed off a piece of my hair yesterday, so I covered it with my clothes."

Su Wanning: This...is not necessary.

Song Ying: "I'm glad you're okay."

A white light appeared in the sky. She walked all the way to the city gate, but there were few civilians. It seemed that her coming here had changed a lot of things. She took off the thing on her head with peace of mind.

After waiting for a while, the city gate opened.

We walked to a place about a mile away from the city gate and stopped at a pavilion.

"Rest here and wait for the other exiles to meet up," said one of the officers.

About a quarter of an hour later.

At the city gate, officials kept coming with exiles.

There were probably more than a hundred people scattered around.

The most conspicuous one was an official pushing a two-wheeled cart.

It is obvious that someone is lying on top.

Thinking that it was only Zhan Beiwang, Su Wanning took two quick steps over.

Zhan Beiwang was lying on it unconscious.

Su Wanning reached out and touched Zhan Beiwang's forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever, but judging from the clothes he was wearing, there were traces of being whipped on his body, and there were a lot of bloodstains left after his clothes were torn.

When Song Ying walked over and saw Zhan Beiwang's appearance, her eyes instantly turned red, and she reached out her hand with trembling lips, wanting to touch him but afraid of touching the wound on his body.

"Wang'er, my Wang'er."

Zhan Yiran looked at Zhan Beiwang with a look of resentment. She had thought about how seriously her brother would be injured on the battlefield, but she had never thought that he would become like this because of fighting for the royal country.

Why did the Zhan family sacrifice their lives for generations to defend the country?

"Since the person has been delivered, you should carry him down and return the cart." The officer holding the cart spoke at the right time.

Song Ying, feeling heartbroken, looked up when she heard the officer's words. "What? My son is already like this. If he keeps moving around, how long will it take for him to recover?"

Su Wanning: "The imperial decree originally allowed us to follow the exile group to Lingnan as commoners. Why can't we use this cart?"

"I didn't say you couldn't use it," the officer said, scratching his ear with his hand. "This cart belongs to this guy. If you want to use it, you have to ask him first."

Only then did Su Wanning notice that there was a man standing next to her, wearing linen clothes and with a calculating look on his face.

"If you want my cart, it's fine. It'll cost you one hundred taels!" He looked at Su Wanning with a sinister smile on his face.

Zhan Yiran: "You're asking for too much, you want a hundred taels, this cart is only worth a few hundred coins at most."

"No one outside this city dares to sell carts to you guys. It's just one hundred taels. Not a cent more, not a cent less." The man crossed his arms over his chest as if he had everything under control.

Su Wanning knew that this was just the beginning. If she took out the silver to buy a cart now, the officials would definitely think that they had a lot of silver.

Exile is still a long way off, and the officials will definitely extort a lot of money from them.

I looked at the unconscious Zhan Beiwang and wondered how he was doing. If he had a cart, he could have rested well.

She thought, forget it, she has plenty of money anyway, so just buy it.

Just as she was about to take out the silver, Song Ying pulled her behind him.

"We don't have any money on us right now, so let's not buy it for now." He looked behind him and said, "Feng'er, take your brother down from the car and carry him on your back later."

Zhan Lingfeng quickly walked to the car and carried Zhan Beiwang on his back.

Fortunately, Zhan Lingfeng is tall enough, otherwise Zhan Beiwang’s long legs would have dragged on the ground.

Zhan Beiwang seemed to have pulled the wound and hissed softly.

Su Wanning walked up to Zhan Lingfeng and saw that Zhan Beiwang had woken up.