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

Wutong coldly said, "His choice of you is his business, it has nothing to do with me. Not to mention that you are just a substitute, even if he officially married you, I can still beat you if I want to."

Amu was so angry he was about to go crazy. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down.

"I get it, you're jealous of me, aren't you? Your face is expressionless, but your heart is bleeding inside... Haha, I thought you were so great at leading troops into battle, but you're just like any other person who can't live without men."

Wutong sneered.

"You're wrong. I slapped you twice not because he chose you, but because you didn't know what was good for you."

Amu's laughter stopped abruptly.

Wutong said, "It's his freedom to choose whomever he wants. It's your freedom to abandon your dignity and become someone else, to forever use another name to stay by his side. But coming to me at a time like this to show off only shows how foolish you are, you know?"

Amu stared at her blankly, her eyes narrowing, and she said angrily, "Stop saying such hypocritical things. You're not sad at all about being abandoned by him? It's a pity that there's no place for you in the Prince's mansion anymore. Get out of here and stop making a fool of yourself."

Snapped!

The third slap made her turn her face away.

She gritted her teeth, unwillingly raising her hand to strike the phoenix tree.

But before his hand could even reach Wutong's face, she grabbed his wrist, preventing him from moving an inch.

Wutong was so strong that Amu almost cried from the pain of being gripped so tightly. She struggled and said, "Let me go..."

Wutong looked at her indifferently.

"Whether we leave or when we leave is none of your business. There is no place for us in the Prince's mansion, just as there is no place for you. Amu, you know the Prince's personality very well. If you continue to be so arrogant, you will only expose your identity."

"So what?" Amu forced a smile through his pain. "Anyway, I've won now."

Wutong scoffed, pushed her into the rain, and got into the car herself.

Amu lay in the pool, his beautiful clothes covered in wet mud and rainwater, his face splattered with mud, and his hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched.

The maid finally came to her senses and quickly helped her up.

She angrily shook off the maid's hand and cursed at the starting car.

"Don't be so smug! I'm staying here, and I'll become a princess sooner or later. Then I'll make you kneel down and beg me to slap you!"

The car was clean and tidy, a completely different world from the outside.

Shan sneered, "This person is stupid. He even asked you to kneel down. He doesn't even know what kind of person he is... But Sister Wutong, those slaps you gave her just now were really satisfying. If you had used a little more force, it would have been even better if you had slapped her until she was crawling on the ground looking for her teeth."

Wutong didn't speak, but looked down at her hands.

Shan leaned closer and asked, "What happened to your hand? Did it hurt?"

She shook her head, put her hands in her pockets, and looked out the window, feeling troubled.

The torrential rain blurred the entire Lingyun Mansion, making it impossible to see the road more than four or five meters away from the vehicle. The headlights had to be turned on to drive.

The clattering raindrops overhead made it impossible to concentrate, and occasionally a flash of lightning would streak across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, like a dragon passing by.

She eventually left the Prince's mansion; it was Duan Fufeng who sent someone to take her away.

Wutong was carrying a bundle containing 100,000 yuan and a letter.

To her, 100,000 yuan was no different from a stack of papers, but the envelope was constantly pressing against her hand, making it impossible for her to ignore its presence.

She could imagine Duan Fufeng writing the letter, and she could also imagine how vigorous and powerful the handwriting would be.

She simply couldn't bear to imagine what it contained.

He's already let her go, what else does he want to say? Accuse her of her crimes, or explain his own actions?

Lingyun Prefecture is the largest city in the southern border region, with roads within the city walls that are well-connected, flat and wide.

There were few people on the road due to the heavy rain. The car maintained a steady speed and drove for nearly an hour before finally arriving at its destination.

It was a two-story house with a front and back yard, located neither too close nor too far from the market. It wasn't too noisy, yet convenient for going out to buy things—just as Li Deming had said, it was a good location.

The guard stopped the carriage and called out into the courtyard, whereupon guards came out with umbrellas to greet him.

He explained, “These guards were all hired by Lord Li for you. In addition, there are a few old maids in the courtyard to take care of your daily life. They can handle cooking and laundry. If you need to tell the Prince anything, just have a guard make the trip, and the Prince’s mansion will provide you with assistance at any time.”

Wutong nodded, then stood with Shan under the pillars, carrying her bundle, watching several grown men carrying things back and forth.

When the luggage was being moved to the mountain, someone asked, "Is there a living creature in this wooden box? Why is it making so many noises?"

Shan hurriedly said, "It's our dog, don't worry about it, just move it over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white dog, which was locked in another wooden box, opened the lid by itself, barked twice, and ran towards Wutong.

Its four feet were covered in mud, and Wutong, afraid that it would get mud all over itself, took two steps back.

The white dog probably realized it was being rejected, so it whimpered sullenly, squatted under the pillar, and twisted its body to shake off all the water from its fur.

The guard was a little confused, but seeing that the two of them didn't seem to care, he didn't think much of it and moved the wooden box, which was tied with ropes all around, into the hall.

After all the luggage was moved, the guard Duan Baier bowed to the two men and said goodbye.

Wutong thanked him and watched him leave. After the car disappeared completely into the rain, she turned and smiled at Shan.

"This is our new home. How does it feel?"

Shan Lala walked into the hall with her gloves on and looked at them critically for a few moments.

"The conditions are not bad, but even so, they can't compare to the Prince's Mansion."

“Don’t you spend your days drying herbs and playing with snakes in the Prince’s mansion? It’s the same wherever you live.” Wutong looked up at the stairs and said to her, “The bedroom should be upstairs. Let’s go up and take a look, and we can divide up the rooms.”

Shan nodded and followed her up the stairs.

Two elderly women suddenly walked in from outside and said to the two women, "Sisters, we work in this yard. May I ask your names?"

Wutong introduced their names and asked them questions. She learned that one was surnamed Zhang and the other Liu. They had been working for wealthy families since they were teenagers and knew how to do everything at home.

Aunt Zhang said, "It's already afternoon. I wonder if the two young ladies have had lunch yet?"

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