A red apricot is about to cheat on you

Yi Duo'er, Yan Lao and others secretly discussed a detailed plan. As long as they successfully rescued Wei Yan, they could escape with them. This was a life-and-death collective escape, so everyone's face was full of tension.

They were faced with mountains of hard labor day after day, which seemed to never be finished, and they also had to eat stale food that was hard to swallow.

They all wanted to leave this hellish place and return to their hometowns, where their relatives were waiting for them to reunite.

Even if they died, it was better than waiting to die in this dark place. So, everyone looked at each other in silence, but the moment their eyes met, they understood each other and resolutely decided to go all out.

Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, the night slowly dyed the sky like ink.

That night, Tian Kehan ​​was feeling depressed. After drinking dozens of glasses of wine, he was already intoxicated. He stumbled and rushed into Jiang Wange's tent with a stench of alcohol.

At that time, Jiang Wange was sitting quietly in the corner of the tent, the needle and thread in her hand shuttling back and forth between the cloth, concentrating on mending the clothes.

The sudden sound startled her body and made her tremble slightly, and the needle in her hand accidentally pierced her fingertip.

She got up in a hurry, and when she looked up, she saw Tian Khan's cheeks as rosy as the clouds, and his eyes, which were blurred by drunkenness but also showed a bit of fiery heat.

When the Khan's lustful and unscrupulous gaze roamed over her like a wolf, Jiang Wange felt something was wrong, and fear instantly overwhelmed her like a tide.

She forced herself to calm down and said quickly: "Khan, you are drunk. I will ask the Queen to come and take you back!" After saying this, she was about to rush out of the tent.

However, how could Tian Khan let her go so easily? He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Wange's wrist tightly like an iron clamp.

His face was full of disdain and arrogance, and he sneered:

"Wan Ge, don't you know how much I love you? Ever since I first saw you in the capital, I've been deeply fascinated by you. But in your heart, there's only that old man who's more than ten years older than you."

Jiang Wange struggled hard, veins popping out on her slender arms. She twisted her body with all her strength, trying to break free from the devilish restraints.

But Tian Khan was too strong. She struggled a few times but was still trapped in the same place, unable to move.

In despair, she said coldly with a cold face: "Khan, you are drunk! Go away!"

When Tian Khan heard this, his emotions were instantly ignited, his face turned ashen, and veins on his forehead throbbed.

He shouted loudly:

"I've respected you for so many years, and I've waited for you for so many years. Why do you just see my sincerity? That old man killed your family and wiped out your Jiang family army. What do you want me to do before you look back at me?"

Driven by the powerful and evil influence of alcohol, he gently picked up Jiang Wange like a bull and walked towards the bed in the tent with big strides.

Although his movements seemed gentle, the determination contained in them was as firm as a rock. He actually wanted to possess her by force.

Jiang Wange struggled desperately in his arms, tears welling up in her eyes, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.

She felt that her struggle had become meaningless, so she quietly reached for the dagger hidden in her clothes. The cold touch made her heart tighten slightly, and she was determined to defend her innocence and dignity with her death.

At this critical moment, Yi Duoer walked into the tent happily, carrying a bucket of water and humming a little tune.

She originally wanted to share some interesting things in the cell with Jiang Wange, but when she saw that Aunt Jiang was in danger, she was frightened and her face turned pale. The bucket in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang", splashing water everywhere.

"Wan Ge, don't worry, I will let you be my queen tomorrow!" Before Tian Khan finished speaking, Yi Duoer picked up the bucket like an agile cheetah, and used all her strength to smash it hard on Tian Khan's head.

There was a loud earth-shaking noise, and Tian Khan was stunned, his face full of confusion and doubt. He slowly turned his head, staring at Yi Duoer with disbelief in his eyes.

Yi Duoer was frightened by his ferocious gaze and trembled all over. She waved her hands in fear and was about to beg for mercy, but she saw blood gushing out of Tian Khan's forehead like a fountain. His body shook a few times and he instantly collapsed on the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Yi Duoer looked at the fallen Tian Khan, and the tension in her heart finally relaxed a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Wange hurriedly got up from the bed and looked at Yi Duoer, his eyes full of anxiety and worry, and urged her to escape quickly.

She said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up, you won't be able to leave when he wakes up."

Yi Duoer shook her head firmly, indicating that she had nowhere to go. Even if she escaped now, she would be captured again sooner or later.

At this critical moment, Jiang Wange's mind was working rapidly and he quickly came up with a solution.

She immediately ordered someone to bring Tian Khan back quietly. At the same time, she turned around and solemnly told Yi Duoer to grit her teeth and deny that she had ever hit Tian Khan. She only said that Tian Khan fell down after getting drunk.

After hearing this, Yi Duoer took a deep breath and tried to calm her panicked heart.

She subconsciously took Jiang Wange's hand, which was trembling slightly. She examined it carefully, her eyes full of concern and anxiety. She asked anxiously, "Aunt Jiang, did that bastard hurt you?"

Inadvertently, Yi Duoer caught a glimpse of a glaring bloodstain on Jiang Wange's finger. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly rummaged through the drawers in the tent, found the medicine, and carefully applied it to her.

Still cursing Tian Khan, Jiang Wange looked at Yi Duoer's busy figure, and a warm current surged in his heart. The corners of his lips rose slightly, outlining a soft and warm smile, and he said softly:

"He never hurt me. I hurt myself accidentally while sewing."

"Aunt Jiang, who are you making clothes for?" Yi Duoer was full of curiosity. In her impression, Jiang Wange seemed to have no relatives or friends here.

Jiang Wange was slightly stunned, a trace of sadness passed through her eyes quietly like a faint dark cloud, but she quickly concealed it.

She silently picked up the unfinished clothes again, and began to work with the needle and thread again. She said lightly: "I made clothes for my son, but I don't know if they will fit."

Yi Duoer was very surprised to hear this. She had never expected that Aunt Jiang actually had a son. She was so surprised that she couldn't help but ask:

"Then where is your son?" As soon as she said this, she realized how rash she was. After all, this was someone else's privacy and she shouldn't ask.

Jiang Wange just smiled faintly, with a hint of helplessness and longing in her smile, and said:

"We haven't seen each other for many years. I can only make a piece of clothing for him every year to express my longing for him. I don't know what shape he is in now. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me when I tell you this." Her voice was still as gentle as water, but the endless worry in the depths of her eyes was like a bottomless pool.

As for why they hadn't seen each other for many years, Yi Duoer didn't ask much. Her thoughts drifted away involuntarily. After her accident, did her mother also worry about her day and night like Jiang Wange?

Have you forgotten yourself in the passage of time?

Thinking of this, her eyes gradually turned red and tears welled up in them. Her pitiful appearance made Jiang Wange feel distressed and full of doubts. He asked her softly what happened.

Yi Duoer suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly wiped away the tears that were about to fall with her sleeve, and said:

"Your son is so lucky. Even though we haven't seen each other for years, you still miss him so much. I just think of my mother. Although she can't make clothes, she always buys me lots of new clothes every year, even after I grew up. But I'm afraid I will never see her again. I'm so unfilial. I really shouldn't have disobeyed her and chosen this job!"

Tears eventually slid down my cheeks, and those tear marks were filled with deep guilt and endless longing.

Jiang Wange gently stretched out her hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and comforted her with pity.

Yi Duoer, a strong-willed person, forced a smile the next moment, trying to dispel the sorrow. Jiang Wange knew she was forcing herself to avoid others from feeling sad.

She smiled dotingly, turned around and took out a brand new dress from the closet. The dress shone softly in the candlelight.

She placed the dress in front of Yi Duoer and said:

"I see you are dressed in rags every day. This is the dress I made for you. I just finished it today. Try it on and see if it fits you. If not, I'll make some alterations." As she said this, she tried it in front of Yi Duoer and frowned slightly. She could actually make such a well-fitting piece of clothing just by visually estimating the proportions of other people's bodies.

Yi Duo'er stood there in a daze, with ripples in her heart. She didn't expect that Aunt Jiang and she were just casual acquaintances.

Just as Yi Duo'er was stunned, Jiang Wange smiled and said:

"Silly child, don't feel any psychological burden. Even though your mother is gone, you must live a good life."

Yi Duo'er was originally very moved, but after hearing the last sentence, she couldn't help but hesitate. What did she mean by "her mother is gone"? She was obviously alive and well.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the gaps in the tent onto the ground, forming golden rays of light.

Tian Khan slowly woke up in the Queen Mother's tent, with a splitting headache. He covered his head tightly with one hand, his face terribly gloomy.

"Khan, come, drink some sobering soup, and your headache will go away." The Queen Mother took the sobering soup from the maid, handed it to the Khan, and served him carefully with a gentle tone.

Tian Khan looked at the Queen Consort with a puzzled look on his face. He slowly took the sobering soup, took two sips, and murmured:

"Did I really fall last night?" The Queen Mother nodded slightly and replied softly:

"The servants said that you fell in Jiang Wange's tent. Khan, you should pay more attention to your own face and come out of Jiang Wange's tent." There was a subtle hint of blame in his words.