The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"How can we find shelter in this room if it doesn't keep us out of the rain?" Jiang Zhi secretly slipped the last pearl hidden in his sleeve pocket to the guarding yamen runner, "Could you please give us another room?"

"Because of you two, I nearly died several times this trip. Now that I've finally arrived at the place of exile, you still want to live a comfortable life as a master?"

The yamen runner spat, snatched the pearl and hid it in his arms, and kicked Jiang Zhi hard.

"This is exile! You are prisoners! You thought this was the Guanghua Tower in the Imperial Capital, where all the drunkards are? Pah! Listen up, everyone! You are now a hundred thousand miles away from the Imperial Capital. No one can escape, or you will die!"

The yamen runner swung the whip in his hand, making a cracking sound in the air. He stared fiercely at the twelve people who had survived the bumpy journey, and finally his gaze stopped on Qi Yu, who was still in a state of dejection.

"Everyone, go build the temple. That is your mission. As for you..."

The yamen runner half-closed his eyes. "You and the people you bring are going to dig a well. It's been a drought, and it hasn't rained for a long time. This village has been without water for a long time. I give you two two days to dig a deep well, otherwise you will be whipped."

"you……"

"Jiang Zhi!"

Qi Yu shook his head, signaling Jiang Zhi not to make a meaningless sacrifice. He looked around, his once handsome face had turned wheat-colored due to three months of exile, but it still couldn't hide his natural nobility.

"The yamen runner is right. There will no longer be a prince here in the future."

Qi Yu patted Jiang Zhi's shoulder and said, "From now on, you can call me Big Brother."

"My subordinates dare not!"

Although Jiang Zhi is taciturn, he has always been stubborn. The master is the master. If the master had not given him food and brought him into the mansion fifteen years ago, he would have starved to death on the streets. How can there be no rules?

"Lingnan is desolate, and this place is utterly dilapidated. You shouldn't have to endure this."

Whenever Jiang Zhi thought of the day when he would be expelled from the palace, he would wish he could rush to the capital, thousands of miles away, and tear the disgusting faces of those who succeeded.

"Besides, Your Highness is innocent! It was clearly those people who framed him."

"But Chen'er really died in my hands!"

Qi Yu roared hoarsely, and the veins on his forehead bulged because he tried so hard to suppress it.

He did not tease the imperial concubine.

He never privately kept dragon robes, nor did he privately carve national seals.

But his most beloved brother, the brother who trusted him the most, died in his hands.

He killed a five-year-old.

"This is my sin, and I must pay for it."

Qi Yu's lips moved, and almost silent words escaped from the corners of his lips. Although it had been more than three months since the incident, he still could not forget Chen Er'er's disbelieving eyes before his death, and his pleading cries for help.

He said, "Brother Emperor, save me."

He said, "Brother, Chen'er is in so much pain."

"But that was a frame-up by the imperial concubine's party and the prime minister." Jiang Zhi argued stubbornly.

He was not in the imperial city that day, so he did not see how the master murdered the little prince, nor did he know what means the imperial concubine used to make the master dizzy, but as long as the master nodded, he would take him away.

"Although Huai Village is desolate and boundless, with nowhere to hide, I've checked and found there are only eight yamen runners, and their skills are average. The villagers don't know our full situation yet, so this is a good time to escape."

Jiang Zhi almost begged, "Your Highness, let's escape."

As long as he returns to the capital, His Highness will surely find a way to clear his name.

He can live out his days in exile, but Your Highness absolutely cannot.

"Don't say any more."

He couldn't remember how many times Jiang Zhi had let him escape. With his skills, why couldn't he have escaped? But killing someone means paying with one's life. Chen'er was dead, and he was still alive, just making him suffer a little.

"The Concubine is making a false accusation. I will find evidence, but not now."

Putting down the jade token that had been in his palm, Qi Yu stood up and picked up the hoe from under the wall.

"I don't know how to repair the house, so I'll leave it to you to figure out a way. As for digging the well, I'll do it."

As he spoke, Qi Yu had already picked up the hoe and started working.

When has the prince, who has lived in the deep palace for a long time and lived a life of luxury, ever come down from the ground?

But now, in order to atone for his sins, I started digging a well with a hoe.

Jiang Zhi was unwilling to accept the situation, but he couldn't let go of his master.

Well, now I can only hope that the person who is still active in Beijing can find evidence as soon as possible and clear my name.

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Song Nian picked up the papers spit out by the unplugged printer one by one.

Is this a person's voice?

Or is this a conversation with another person?

So, was she supposed to believe that her old printer was talking to her?

No, someone must be behind this!

He hacked into her computer and now he's trying to scare her with his mysterious tricks, right? Well, she'll fight this malicious hostility to the end!

Song Nian suddenly had an idea. She turned on the computer, opened the document, and typed a few words on the keyboard.

"What's wrong with you!"

Qi Yu, who was digging a well, had never worked before and was finding it very hard. Suddenly, a voice cursing him came into his mind.

He paused, tightened his grip on the hoe, and asked warily, his distracted eyes flickering. "Who is it?"

But within a hundred miles around, apart from the fugitives and a few yamen runners guarding them, there were only scattered dilapidated houses and a sky full of yellow sand.

Maybe he heard it wrong?

However, the next moment, that vicious voice came into his mind again.

"Don't think you can scare me by hacking into my computer and typing a few words on the printer. Let me tell you, I'm not someone who can be scared!"

Immediately afterwards...

"Exile, huh? You deserve it. I think giving you one meal every three days is a bargain for you. Why don't you starve to death?"

"You didn't even start with a draft when making up a story. How could someone who could be the crown prince be so easily fooled? He was clearly set up and tricked, but instead of trying to save himself, he just wanted to be exiled. Isn't that stupid?"

"Besides, was that man murdered? How can we prove it was murdered?"

A bunch of complaints flooded into Qi Yu's mind like a tide.

How dare you insult him?

Filled with shame and anger, Qi Yu threw away his hoe and scanned the surroundings with full vigilance. Based on his skills and hearing, he was very sure that there was no one within a hundred miles who could transmit the message thousands of miles away.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

From a distance, Jiang Zhi noticed something was wrong and jumped down from the roof.

"The roof has been repaired. Let me dig the well for you."

Your Highness has suffered hardships when practicing martial arts, but digging a well requires skill and strength. How could Your Highness, the Crown Prince, who has been pampered since childhood, have ever experienced this?

Those hands are the ones that will review memorials and comfort the people of the world in the future. They really shouldn't be wasted here.

"No need. Perhaps it's because of the long journey these days that my brain is confused and I'm hallucinating. Nothing serious."

Although Qi Yu couldn't find a reason, he didn't notice that there were people hiding around him. He held the hoe again, and his bloody palm suddenly felt a stinging pain due to the touch. He instinctively threw away the hoe and held the jade pendant at his waist tightly.

"Digging a well is difficult. I've been digging for a long time but still can't find any water. It looks like it will take some time."

In the villa, Song Nian looked at the last piece of paper spit out by the printer.

"Water? Dig a well?"

Are you really telling her a story here?

Are hackers so idle nowadays?

Song Nian was just about to type a reply when he heard a loud bang and the water pipe in the bathroom burst!

She ran over in a hurry, and the water from the pipe splashed everywhere like flowers, and she was soaked in an instant.

And on Qi Yu's side.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, water began to seep out of the dry well, which had been dry just a moment ago.