The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Fan Xuanyu opened the mechanism and picked up a knife.

This knife was thinner and sharper than the ones she had used before.

"Thank you, senior sister."

Her voice was choked up.

"What are you thanking me for? I originally planned to let you be the lead surgeon for the second team. Now that you want to leave, I won't stop you. Once you go there, you'd better choose the right people to form your team. It will be difficult for us to choose a female doctor for you here."

The female doctors selected here may not necessarily choose to go there.

Everyone knows that it is not known when we will return.

"Okay, I won't say more. Even if we're far apart, we all need to shine in our respective places. I'll treat you tonight, just to show my appreciation for you."

Tonight's party was very sad because they were saying goodbye to one of their friends.

The sound of cups and plates is like the horn of departure.

The carriage gradually went away. Fan Xuanyu waved his hands and could no longer see the people who were seeing him off.

After turning a corner, those people completely disappeared from her sight.

Her heart felt empty, followed by an indescribable tension and...joy.

I wonder if going there will make me closer to home.

She hadn't seen her for many years and could no longer remember her mother's face, but she knew her grandfather and brother were all fine.

"Uncle Bao, which way should we take this time?"

Seeing a head pop out of the carriage, the driver Bao Shu smiled and said loudly: "The road to the west of the corridor is the narrow road. Our escort carriages all take this road."

"Oh, how long will it take?"

Fan Xuanyu reached out and handed Bao Shu a bag of melon seeds.

Uncle Bao took it. The journey was long, and this snack was just the right companion to satisfy his craving.

"With so many of us traveling quickly, it will probably take about a month. Riding a horse is much faster, and we'll be there in half a month."

At this time, a group of fugitives happened to pass by. When the police saw the sign above, they drove the fugitives away and made way.

"Well, it would take at least half a year for a fugitive like this to get there."

Fan Xuanyu looked at those people, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes, and then he asked nonchalantly: "Are they taking the same road as us?"

Bao Shu smiled and shook his head. "That's not necessarily true. The place of exile is different. If it's Yuan Ning, it's the same."

Yuan Ning, Fan Xuanyu muttered to himself.

The carriage wobbled as it moved into the distance, marking the beginning of another journey.

A certain mansion in the capital

"Sir, Mo Sheng is losing ground. I don't think he can hold out for much longer."

A man in black knelt on the ground with his head lowered, not daring to look at the people above.

The man sitting there was dressed in finery, his accessories all expensive. His hands drummed rhythmically on the table, like a deadly drumbeat in the silent night.

He wore a black jade ring on his thumb, which shone brightly in the candlelight.

"If you lose one move in chess, you can't blame others. God blesses the Great Chu, and good generals protect it. The country is prosperous. After so many years of fighting, its foundation has not been damaged."

The man sighed, his tone mocking.

The people of Mo Sheng were living in a state half-dead, and it was said that countless people had starved to death. Although Da Chu was also having some difficulties, it was still able to survive.

Why should God have mercy on me after I have done so many evil things? It’s so unfair!

"The previous emperor passed away in the age of Dayan, but I didn't expect the current Emperor of Chu to live so long. It's just a pity for those princes who can't even eat the meat right in front of them."

Unexpectedly, King Ping not only sat on the throne, but was even more powerful than the previous two emperors. He held the imperial power firmly in his hands, forcing his sons under him to not dare to move.

So, the saying that a weak father makes a strong son is all bullshit.

At this age, the old Emperor of Chu is even more authoritarian than when he was young.

The kneeling subordinate rolled his eyes and said, "I understand."

"Hide your tail."

"Yes."

The figure disappeared into the darkness, and the candlelight in the room flickered, unable to illuminate the face of the person sitting there.

If the Chu army outside knew that His Majesty had passed away, their morale would be shaken. No matter who the new emperor was, the generals on the front line were not his own men, so he would probably find a way to replace them with his own men.

Mo Sheng still has a glimmer of hope...

But whether Mo Sheng is dead or alive has nothing to do with him. It’s just a knife in his hand.

Although it was blunt, it could still cut through flesh.

Let him realize his final value before he is completely destroyed.

"hehe."

……

"That sounds a bit scary."

Lu rubbed her arms, feeling something eerie behind her, and couldn't help but move closer to her mother-in-law.

Song Shengfu was squeezed so hard that she could hardly breathe. She looked at her two daughters-in-law beside her speechlessly.

Both Lu and Ding clung to her tightly, clutching their arms.

"Alright, alright, Ji Ge'er, where did you hear all this all day? Look how scared your aunt and mother are."

Brother Ji scratched his head embarrassedly and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"I read it all in a book in my father's study."

"what book?"

"It seems to be called something like, "Record of Punishments"

Song Shengfu looked skeptical. Is the fourth brother such a person?

But since he worked in the Ministry of Justice, it's not surprising that he collected these books.

However, in her impression, the fourth child was well-behaved and obedient. Now, when she heard about these creepy and dark criminal methods, it seemed that they had nothing to do with him.

The fourth brother works as a clerical worker in the Ministry of Justice, right?

Song Shengfu couldn't help but think of a classic film and television drama she had watched before. The face of Rong Mama, holding a needle with a ferocious look on her face, overlapped with the face of the fourth brother with a gentle smile in front of her.

"Why are you leaving work so late today?"

Duan Jing'an got off work and went home. He heard that his wife and children were at his mother's house. He changed his clothes and removed the smell of blood before coming over.

"I had some matters at the yamen, so I came back late."

Duan Jing'an is good-looking, and even when he's not smiling, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, like a Samoyed.

Bah, bah, bah, what Samoyed? He’s my son.

Song Shengfu shook off the messy thoughts in her mind.

"Have you had dinner tonight? Do you want the servants to bring some food over?"

Duan Jing'an's stomach was empty. He had been busy all afternoon and had no time to eat.

"Well, have some porridge."

Ding Meishu asked the others if they wanted to eat something. Song Shengfu felt a little hungry, so she suggested eating something too.

Now, they had another midnight snack.

As usual, Duan Jing'an asked in detail about his mother's daily food, clothing, and daily life, and then reprimanded the servants before stopping.

Song Shengfu looked at his serious expression and sighed, thinking that it would have been worth it if her original self was still alive in her previous life.

The fourth child is such a filial child.

Whether busy or not, someone will be sent to check every one or two days.