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

Li Deming asked, "Are you so confident?"

Instead of answering, Wutong asked, "Lord Li, do you think a monarch should be upright and benevolent, or ruthless and decisive?"

Li Deming didn't understand why she asked that question, but the answer was already in his mind.

"To me, a prince like you is the best monarch."

Wutong had originally hoped to get some advice from him to help her choose a successor to the throne. Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, a thought struck her, and she suddenly asked, "What do you think about making Duan Fufeng emperor when he wakes up?"

Li Deming paused for a few seconds, then frowned and asked, "Are you serious or joking?"

"Anything is possible, so why not?" Wutong gave an ambiguous answer.

Li Deming said coldly, "If you're serious, you'd better give up on this idea as soon as possible."

"Oh?"

"Given the prince's personality, he would never accept charity from others. He always wants something and he has to get it himself... You'd better pray that he has lost interest in the throne, otherwise you may end up fighting each other in the future."

Wutong smiled bitterly: "You still say he loves me, and that's proof of love?"

Li Deming was speechless for a moment, then said with a straight face, "Love and the throne are two different things."

A heartless master, a heartless subordinate.

Wutong shook her head, deciding not to argue about the issue any further.

Li Deming followed closely behind her, asking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Are you having some kind of problem?"

"why do you say so?"

"Otherwise, why would you think of handing over the throne to someone else?"

"I wasn't planning on giving it to anyone; I was just thinking about it."

Wutong looked over at the refugees and saw that they had received their rations and were sitting on the ground eating them. He was about to go over and ask them something when he heard a voice behind him.

"The prince truly loves you, so spend more time with him. If he were conscious now, he would definitely want you by his side."

Wutong paused, her nose feeling a little sore.

She believed that Li Deming's claim of love was genuine, but she also believed that his views on the throne were true.

Being together isn't just about eating and dressing; if two people have different values, it's just creating trouble for themselves.

Duan Fufeng's face was pleasing to the eye, but after looking at it for a while, it was just a face. She would rather keep this beauty sealed in her heart forever than grow to hate him day by day because of differing opinions over time.

She said nothing to Li Deming's words and walked straight towards the refugees.

The dry rations were for temporary sustenance, and the taste and texture were mediocre. The refugees hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, so they wolfed down the rations. Some with narrow esophagi choked on the dry flatbread, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

Wenxin then built a fire on the spot, boiled a pot of hot water for them, and invited them to come and drink it one by one.

Wutong went over to help, and the two looked at each other without saying a word.

A thin, bony girl held a bowl and looked at them with envy: "Are you a couple? You're both so good-looking, like people in a painting."

The two froze simultaneously, unsure how to respond in embarrassment.

In the end, Wutong, being a bit more thick-skinned, casually patted Wenxin on the shoulder.

"No, we are friends."

"friend?"

"The kind of best friend you'd go through thick and thin with."

Wenxin's eyes flickered, and she turned her face away, whispering, "You go back, I can handle things here."

Wutong didn't want everyone else to be busy while she sat alone in the carriage. But rather than be misunderstood like this, she'd rather happily be a carefree old lady.

She returned to the carriage, and the first thing she saw upon entering was Duan Fufeng. Li Deming's earlier words echoed in her mind, making her feel incredibly awkward sitting next to him, as if she were covered in lice.

She scratched her ears and nose, almost turning into a golden monkey. After enduring it for half an incense stick's time, she finally got out of the carriage and went to the river to fetch water with a guard, leaving the others to watch the carriage.

The guard was overwhelmed with gratitude for working alongside someone of such high status for the first time, especially such an extraordinary woman, and didn't know what to do.

If I ask her to carry water, I worry that she will get tired; if I don't ask her to carry it, I'm afraid she'll feel that I'm looking down on her.

Wutong, on the other hand, was quite at ease. She filled the wooden bucket with water, pushed it into his hands, and said, "You go back first, I'll wash my face here."

After traveling for two days, she spent all her time in the car except for getting information. Knowing that her appearance wasn't great, she took this opportunity to tidy herself up, otherwise she didn't know when she would get off the bus again.

The guard breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran off with the bucket.

Wutong washed her face comfortably by the river, then used the water as a mirror to comb her hair before walking back, shaking her wet hands.

By this time, the refugees had mostly eaten their fill and planned to continue their wanderings.

Wutong had already told Adan and the officials in the letter to come out and deal with the situation as soon as possible, so he was not worried that these people would starve to death, and instructed them not to go up the mountain.

After seeing those people off, she didn't see Wenxin. Confused, she returned to the carriage and saw Wenxin sitting next to Duan Fufeng through the curtains lifted by the wind, looking down at him, seemingly doing nothing.

Wenxin rarely had contact with Duan Fufeng. Even in the Southern Frontier, the two did not get along very well, and naturally, they had no feelings for each other.

Now that Duan Fufeng is unconscious, why is he looking at him like that?

Confused, Wutong didn't go in immediately. Instead, she stood silently next to the horse's head, using it to hide her figure and secretly spy on it.

Suddenly, Wenxin reached out her hand, her slender fingers brushing against Duan Fufeng's cheek, very slowly and gently.

Wutong couldn't see his expression or eyes, but the scene before her was truly bizarre.

Especially a few seconds later, Duan Fufeng suddenly convulsed violently, blood spilling from his mouth and quickly soaking the thin blanket.

Wenxin abruptly pulled her hand back, jumped off the carriage, and ran to find someone.

Looking at Duan Fufeng in the carriage, Wutong felt extremely complicated.

What did you just do?

Why did Duan Fufeng suddenly seem to have fallen ill?

Among the people Li Deming brought was a doctor who was specifically there to take care of Duan Fufeng's condition.

The man was quickly summoned and put on the carriage to check the situation, while Wenxin, Li Deming, and the others waited outside the carriage.

Li Deming looked uneasy, with veins bulging at his temples and his burning gaze seeming to pierce through the carriage.

Wenxin was right next to him, her expression a little strange, like confusion, or something else...

Wutong stepped out from behind the horse, pretending to know nothing, and asked them, "What happened?"

Both of them were absent-minded and had no interest in speaking. The guard answered for them. Wutong glanced into the carriage and saw that the doctor was still taking Duan Fufeng's pulse. Duan Fufeng's convulsions seemed to have lessened a bit, but the green quilt was soaked black with blood, and the smell of blood had already spread, which was very shocking.