A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The prince, affected by the emotions, became restless in his sleep, and Ruolan had no choice but to swallow her disgust and coax him to sleep.

Duan Yanxi waited casually to the side, occasionally pulling open his shirt to look at the wound a few times. Seeing that it was not serious, he stopped paying attention to it.

After the prince had fallen soundly asleep, he said to Ruolan, "Are you done yet? If you are, give me a hand and carry them all in."

Why bring it in?

"The body needs to be dealt with."

Ruolan had no choice but to go out and find a clean place to put the prince there. She also piled up a bunch of things around him to prevent wild animals from carrying him away before walking toward Duan Yanxi, turning back every few steps.

Duan Yanxi wasn't strong, but he had lived a life of luxury in the palace for so many years and never had to lift a finger. Now, with his injuries making his hands and feet increasingly inconvenient, Ruolan had to do many things for him.

At his command, Ruolan moved everything useful from the dilapidated temple onto an oxcart, which was then pushed far away from the temple.

He then instructed Ruolan to move the body inside.

The body was too heavy. Ruolan hadn't eaten or slept well for a long time, and her strength was at its weakest. She tried her best but couldn't lift it.

Duan Yanxi had no choice but to go over and help, leaning on his crutch. With their combined efforts, the corpses were moved one by one into the dilapidated temple and laid out haphazardly on the mats.

After Ruolan finished all that, she was even more exhausted than if she had given birth. After leaving the dilapidated temple, she didn't care about the dirt anymore. She lay on the ground, panting, and didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Duan Yanxi was also very tired, and his wound was still painful. After walking out, he poked Ruolan's arm with his cane and ordered, "Get up and go find some more firewood."

Ruolan was too lazy to move and ignored him.

Duan Yanxi said coldly, "If you don't want to be arrested as a murderer by the townspeople at the foot of the mountain, you'd better get up quickly."

Ruolan was both exhausted and angry. Seeing that he was still treating her like a beast of burden, her two emotions surged and churned in her chest like a raging sea.

For an emperor to make his concubine do so much work... Even when she was with that cripple Zhou Pan'an, she had never had to work this hard!

What kind of damn empress is this!

Ruolan closed her eyes and pretended to be dead. Duan Yanxi pulled out a dagger, pointed it at her, and asked, "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Ruolan grabbed a handful of mud and grass clippings and threw them at him. Duan Yanxi was caught off guard and was suddenly covered in mud, spitting it out of his mouth.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, Ruolan felt much better. She stood up, dusted herself off, and went into the woods to gather firewood.

It took them half an hour to pile firewood around the corpse, and then they threw all the pots, pans and other utensils into the dilapidated temple.

Duan Yanxi untied all the horses, leaving only one to pull the oxcart. After Ruolan carried the prince onto the oxcart, he raised a blazing torch and walked to the front of the dilapidated temple.

It contained not only the corpses of eunuchs, but also a testament to his journey from his time as a prince.

They are dead, and no one will remember what happened in faraway Pingzhou.

Duan Yanxi's nose tingled with emotion, and in a daze, he seemed to see himself when he had just ascended the throne, feeling both nervous and expectant.

He once had ambitions, hoping that the Great Western Dynasty would prosper and flourish under his rule. However, once he had supreme power and inexhaustible wealth in his hands, and no one dared to contradict his decisions, he drifted further and further away from his original expectations.

More than a decade has passed since he ascended the throne.

He left behind seemingly countless infamy and a multitude of wronged souls.

Is his current predicament a punishment from heaven, a way for him to see clearly the truth of his actions?

He's seen things clearly now, can't you give him a chance to start over?

Duan Yanxi took a deep breath and threw the torch into the pile of corpses.

The body was doused with oil, and flames suddenly erupted, crackling and burning.

Duan Yanxi closed the wooden door, walked to the carriage, picked up the whip, and lashed the horse's rump. The only horse, in pain, bolted, dragging the three people on the oxcart.

After walking a long way, Ruolan turned around and saw thick smoke billowing from the hillside, rising all the way into the sky.

People down the mountain saw it and thought it was a wildfire, so they came up one by one with buckets and basins to put it out.

Before they were discovered, Duan Yanxi had already steeds into the forest, where the dense trees concealed their figures, leaving no trace.

The rest of the days were spent traveling.

The eunuchs prepared a lot of food, which was distributed according to the number of people. Now there were only the two of them who could eat. They didn't need to go into any villages or towns along the way. They could just eat the food that the eunuchs didn't need.

The prince only drank half a bowl of medicine that day, but his health gradually improved and he never had a fever again. However, he was still very weak and needed to stay in one place to recuperate.

Ruolan barely spoke to Duan Yanxi; she just wanted to find an opportunity to leave.

Duan Yanxi didn't talk to her, but he stayed by her side 24 hours a day. Occasionally, when he was bored at night, he would grab her to relieve his pent-up desires.

Do I really want to go to Fudomine with him?

Ruolan didn't want to at all. She had money, and hardly anyone in the world knew her. She could go to a bustling and lively place, buy a house, and live a happy life with her child. Why should she go with Duan Yanxi to hide from pursuers in the deep mountains and forests?

She continued to wait for her chance to escape, while Fudomine drew ever closer in the days she waited.

They bypassed another town and encountered bandits on the way. Duan Yanxi abandoned the horses and oxcarts and led them on foot. After more than ten days of hard work, a continuous range of high mountains and cliffs appeared in front of them.

When Ruolan was in Zhoujia Village, she had already seen many and high mountains, but these mountains were even higher and more numerous, extremely steep, and covered with towering trees. There were no paths to follow on the mountains, and one could only rely on intuition to find one's way in. If one was not careful, one might get lost or fall off the mountain and be smashed to pieces.

The entrance is a crevice between two mountains, where the light is dim and the shadows of the trees are heavy, making it not much better than the Gates of Hell.

Ruolan and Duan Yanxi were both a little worried that once they went in, they might not be able to come out.

"There's nothing inside. Although it's not easy for anyone to find us, we could easily starve to death in there, especially with a child in tow... Your Majesty, how about we find another place to hide? The surrounding area is desolate, and no one will be able to find us."

Duan Yanxi's clothes had become tattered from the long journey, and he was disheveled and dirty, looking no better than a beggar on the street. Only his temperament and handsome features still revealed his former good looks.

He stared at the entrance, his long eyebrows furrowed, his expression not good.

"We've come all this way with great difficulty, how can we give up just because the road is hard? Let's go in."

“What are we going to eat if we go in? There’s nothing inside! No, wait, there are wolves and tigers. I think we’d be offering ourselves up to be eaten.”

"Didn't you hear my command? Enter!"

"I'm not going in!" Ruolan sat down on the ground and said in a tantrum, "Go ahead and go in yourself. My child and I will never go in to our deaths."

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