The concubine enters the palace? The princess empties the palace and goes into exile with the baby

Wu Zhilan took Song Wenchuan's hand and said irritably, "Master, I really can't walk anymore. Let's take a rest."

They had been walking for many days, the soles of their shoes were worn out, and their legs were sore and painful, as if their legs were no longer their own.

As long as they wear masks and don't come into contact with those infected with the plague, they will not be infected, but Song Jiaqi is so timid!

Song Wenchuan glanced at Song Jiaqi, then at Wu Zhilan, "Be patient. After we leave the plague area, we can have a good rest!"

Wu Zhilan said impatiently, "How long do we have to walk? We've already walked for such a long time, can't we take a break? I won't go on anymore, my legs hurt so much!"

She was a young lady from a merchant family, and had never suffered any hardship, let alone walked so many roads. Since she married Song Wenchuan, she had not lived a peaceful day.

What's even more abominable is that she was exiled.

Since being exiled, I have been living a life that is no longer a human life.

It's really too much suffering.

Seeing that Wu Zhilan's legs really hurt, Song Wenchuan looked at Song Jiaqi and said, "Brother, let's stop and rest for a while."

Jiang Jingshu said, "Master, please take a rest. I can't walk anymore."

Song Jiaqi glanced at them and said impatiently, "There's plague everywhere here. It's best to leave quickly. If you don't believe me, then you can rest here. We'll leave first."

Without waiting for them to speak, Song Jiaqi continued walking forward.

Song Zhiyuan, Gao Shuyu and others continued to follow.

Only Song Wenchuan, Jiang Jingshu, Wu Zhilan, and Song Shi were left there.

Wu Zhilan's face suddenly turned cold. "Damn it, ah!! This is so fucking annoying!"

Furious, Wu Zhilan looked at Song Wenchuan and said, "You carry me. I can't walk anymore."

Song Wenchuan agreed reluctantly.

Jiang Jingshu felt aggrieved because Song Jiaqi couldn't possibly carry her on his back, and she didn't want to stay alone to rest, so she could only suppress the anger in her heart and continue walking forward.

"If I had known earlier, I should have followed them to Song Yao's place. When have we ever had to walk by ourselves at Song Yao's place? When have we ever not had enough to eat? Really, they only care about rushing on their way and don't even care about us, bastards!"

Jiang Jingshu complained as she walked.

Jiang Jingshu was right. If they had not left Song Yao, they would definitely be riding in a carriage now, and they would not have to worry about clothes and food.

So, after Wu Zhilan heard Jiang Jingshu's words, she immediately fell silent.

As the daughter of a merchant, she was exiled, and had to live a life worse than a dog's. She was really fed up with it.

Wu Zhilan snorted and said, "Song Wenchuan, I don't want to follow Song Jiaqi anymore. Let's go find Song Yao."

Song Wenchuan, who was carrying Wu Zhilan on his back, was stunned for a moment and groaned, "You know how you treated her before. Do you think she will accept you again? Stop joking."

"What should we do? We don't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes every day, and we even have to walk. We've been walking for so long that we've worn out three pairs of shoes. You can bear it, but I can't!" Wu Zhilan was so angry that she said, "I didn't marry you to suffer. Anyway, you find a way to make Song Yao accept us. I don't want to live a life worse than a dog with Song Jiaqi anymore."

It is autumn now, and the temperature is not very cold during the day, but at night, the temperature drops sharply and it is so cold that she can't sleep at all.

If they wait until winter, they will probably freeze to death on the road.

Saving her life is the most important thing, she will not continue to follow Song Jiaqi!

Song Wenchuan said patiently, "Don't even think about it. Song Yao will never agree to take us in again!"

Wu Zhilan was so angry that she slapped Song Wenchuan on the shoulder. "Why didn't you ask when you said you wanted to go? Why did you insist on following your brother? Now you know they won't accept us?"

Song Wenchuan was stunned for a moment and said unhappily, "How can you blame me? Didn't you not want to go there at the time?"

Wu Zhilan didn't want to go there at all. It was because of how she treated Song Yao before that she was too embarrassed to ask for it, so she stayed with Song Jiaqi.

"I don't care. You have to think of a way. Anyway, I don't want to follow Song Jiaqi anymore. Otherwise, we won't know how we died." Wu Zhilan snorted, her attitude firm.

Song Wenchuan is also in a difficult situation. After all, he has not been nice to Song Yao during this period, and often follows Song Jiaqi and others to target her. Do you think that if he were to ask for it, would others agree?

Besides, he was too embarrassed to bring it up.

Jiang Jingshu, who was walking beside Song Wenchuan, said, "Song Yao and his family's dogs eat better than us. We live worse than a dog!"

Song Shi cleared his throat and said, "Even if you want to go, they won't agree. Don't let your uncle know and he won't let you stay. That would put you in an awkward situation."

No one wants it, Song Jiaqi won't keep it either, and they are penniless, so it's really no different from being dead.

Wu Zhilan said, "Anyway, let your father think of a solution. We can't stay here with Song Jiaqi any longer. Otherwise, we will either starve to death or freeze to death."

Although Song Wenchuan married three wives, in his heart, his favorite was Wu Zhilan.

As long as she is happy, he can give her everything.

But now, the situation between them and Song Yao has developed to this point. Even if he wants to go, the other party will not agree, not to mention that he can't bring himself to ask.

For a moment, Song Wenchuan didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Song Wenchuan didn't speak, Wu Zhilan slapped him on the shoulder and said, "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Song Wenchuan snorted, "She won't agree."

"No matter what conditions she puts forward, you have to agree to them. That way, there's still a 50% chance." Wu Zhilan's tone was very tough and unreasonable.

Song Shi also advised: "Dad, just agree, otherwise we will really be killed by uncle!"

Song Wenchuan glanced at Song Shi and said nothing.

……

Song Yao, who was sitting at the table, sneezed several times in a row. Hua Ying saw this and asked worriedly, "Miss, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?"

Song Yao's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but panic.

What she was worried about was not catching a cold, but whether she was infected with the plague. After all, she had been fine for the past few days, except for a few sneezes in a row.

"Huaying, go call the old gentleman over." Song Yao looked at Huaying with a serious expression.

"Yes, miss, I'll go right away." Huaying was also scared, and hurriedly called Old Man Xu over.

Huaying had already told Old Man Xu about Song Yao's condition, so when he came over, he immediately started taking Song Yao's pulse.