Asking for a divorce on the way to exile, finding a husband is a great pleasure

Shen Yitian looked at the figure that flashed by and her mood darkened.

It seems that her guess was correct, there was indeed someone secretly following the exile team.

But, who is this person, and why does he keep putting things on the road she has to pass?

Could it be someone arranged by the Shen family?

The next time she sees Grandma Li, she will have to ask her about this.

Because someone was following her, Shen Yitian didn't dare to take anything out of the space to eat rashly.

She touched the oil-paper bag that appeared on the road she had to pass, and the warm touch made her mouth twitch.

Since I can't take anything out of the space to eat, I'll just have to eat this.

When she returned to the exile team holding the oil-paper bag, the Song family saw what she was holding at a glance.

Several people looked at each other, and Song's mother immediately forced a gentle smile and walked towards Shen Yitian with narrowed eyes.

"Tian'er, didn't you go to the bathroom? Where did this oil-paper bag come from?"

Shen Yitian didn't say anything, just gave her an expression that said it was none of her business, and continued walking towards the open space near Yuan Dutou.

It was getting dark, and everyone was tired after a long day and began to feel sleepy. Some of those who were still awake couldn't help but look over when they saw Song's mother following Shen Yitian like a dog-skin plaster.

During these days of exile, the Song family's pockets had dwindled. However, the exile destination was far away, and they still had months to travel. Having failed to benefit from the Shen family's favors, Song's mother grew increasingly anxious. After finishing the dry food she had brought yesterday, she couldn't even bear to buy buns from the officials.

Even though the steamed buns in the officer's hand were bought from a nearby market town yesterday and were very fresh, she was reluctant to spend money to buy them.

Unable to bear the money, she could only continue to have her sights set on Shen Yitian. She firmly believed that Shen Yitian was just a little girl in her teens, and she was infatuated with Song An, so she would never treat them like this forever.

It was just a little bit of a spoiled brat, she could just bear it and it would pass. When Shen Yitian wanted to build a good relationship with the Song family again, would she still be afraid that she would not have the chance to discipline this little girl?

Seeing the oil-paper bag in Shen Yitian's hand, even if Shen Yitian didn't say it, she guessed that the Shen family was worried and sent someone to follow the exile team.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined to put up with Shen Yitian's mischief.

Putting on a friendly smile and sitting down next to Shen Yitian, Mother Song said, "Tian'er, are you tired after walking all day? Do your feet hurt? I know how to massage. If your feet hurt, I can help you massage them."

While she was talking, Song's mother's eyes were glued to the oil-paper bag in Shen Yitian's hand, never moving away.

Shen Yitian didn't even need to turn her head to know what she wanted to do.

Since she chose to take the oil-paper bag back, she also thought that the Song family would definitely keep an eye on her.

However, no matter what is in the oil-paper package, she will not let the Song family get it for free.

However, Song's mother's idea of ​​massaging her feet was a good one, and she could consider it.

After all, in the book, Song's mother had often ordered the original owner to do these things, so it wouldn't be too much for her to help the original owner get some interest back now.

So she tilted her head, forced a sweet smile and said, "That's good, my feet are swollen."

Mother Song was stunned for a moment, then she was overjoyed.

Shen Yitian has been keeping them at a distance these past two days, but now she finally gives in. Doesn't that mean she still can't let go of the Song family?

No, or rather, she was not unable to let go of the Song family, but of her son Song An.

After all, her son is not only handsome, but also a young general appointed by the emperor himself. Shen Yitian even tried every means to marry into the Song family.

Thinking of this, Song's mother immediately rolled up her sleeves, put her hand on Shen Yitian's calf and began to massage her.

"This exile is indeed hard. I know you've never experienced such hardship before, so I can understand if you're a little spoiled."

While talking, his hands did not stop moving.

But Shen Yitian was not happy. She frowned and said in disdain: "Please use some strength. My feet are swollen from walking. How can such a light pinch help me feel better?"

The tone was so cold and condescending that it didn't sound like he was talking to his mother-in-law at all. Instead, it sounded like he was lecturing a servant.

Song's mother was a little unhappy, but for the sake of the bulging oil-paper bag, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Hey, I'm stressing. I'm afraid that if I use too much force you won't be able to bear it and it will hurt." She said with a smile.

Before she finished her words, Shen Yitian screamed again.

"Ah! It hurts so much! Why are you squeezing me so hard? Are you trying to crush me to death?" she yelled angrily.

When facing Song's mother, her face was a little sarcastic.

Song's mother was completely stunned. She put her hands on Shen Yitian's calves, not knowing whether to pinch or not.

"Do you know how to pinch it? If you can't, then don't do it randomly. If you hurt me, will you carry me on your back tomorrow?" Shen Yitian said with disgust again.

Even if Song's mother could endure it, she could no longer bear it. How could someone be so unreasonable and rude, complaining about someone massaging her legs?

When she was a lady at home, she was not so unreasonable.

"Tian'er." Her voice was dry as she tried to reason with Shen Yitian.

Shen Yitian impatiently moved her legs and stood up, holding the oil-paper bag and walked to the side and said, "Forget it, forget it. I see you don't know how to do it, so you'd better not pinch it. Stay away from me. You haven't showered in how many days, and you stink."

She pinched her nose as if she smelled something disgusting.

Song's mother's face turned pale and she finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's wrong with you, kid? It never stops. I'm your mother-in-law. How dare you complain about me massaging your legs?" She looked at Shen Yitian and asked in a trembling voice.

Shen Yitian curled her lips: "Why can't I complain? It's not like I asked you to massage my legs. You want to massage my legs, but if it's not good, you can't let others say it. How can this be justified?"

"You!" Mother Song was so angry at her unreasonable behavior that she turned around and looked at Song Yuerong, wanting her to come over and help her.

Even though she was so angry that her head was dizzy, she still didn't want to completely turn against Shen Yitian.

Song Yuerong was different. She was young, and even if she rushed up to scold Shen Yitian, she could say that the child was ignorant.

But this time she didn't get what she wanted. Song Yuerong was tired after a day of work and had already fallen asleep lying on the open space.

Not to mention that Song's mother was looking at her, she might not even respond even if Song's mother called her.

Shen Yitian saw all her little actions, and the slight discomfort caused by her sarcastic criticism of Song's mother was instantly suppressed.

She held the still warm oil paper package in one hand and slowly opened it, and saw a greasy pancake and some chopped donkey meat lying quietly in the oil paper package.

Even though the dish was a little cold, the aroma of donkey meat was still there, and Mother Song's mouth immediately started to water at the delicious smell.

Shen Yitian raised the corner of her eyebrows, quite satisfied with the package.

She had never eaten the fried cakes or donkey meat in this world, but now she could finally try them.

Mother Song looked at the big bag of food, swallowed her saliva, and a smile appeared on her face again.

Shen Yitian definitely can’t finish so much meat, so she won’t mind any amount left over, as long as she can eat the meat.