Jiang Zhiyun interrupted her directly, her eyes sharp: "How can you be fooling around with the child? There are no extra rooms in this house. The other room is for my husband to recuperate. The three of us can just squeeze into this room."

“This won’t do… As a mother-in-law, how can I squeeze in with my daughter-in-law? It’s really inappropriate.” She wanted to give many more reasons to refuse.

Jiang Zhiyun didn't have time to talk to her anymore, and coldly tidied the quilt and bed.

Afraid of upsetting her new daughter-in-law, she lowered her voice and eventually shut up, timidly following behind Jiang Zhiyun. Watching her efficient demeanor, she couldn't offer any help.

All she knew was to follow behind, her face full of sorrow, with tears welling up in her eyes from time to time.

"..."

Jiang Zhiyun actually understood why Jiang Zhiwan was able to ride roughshod over her mother-in-law in her previous life, and even kill Xie Yang and Zhang Shi.

Because they are both easy targets... they can be easily manipulated without much effort.

After tucking Yang Ge'er into the quilt, Jiang Zhiyun pulled her mother-in-law out of the room and asked, "My husband's room is closed. Let me go in and see if I can help."

Zhang looked worried: "Shuheng has a lot of blood on his body, and his legs are not very strong. I don't know if he was hit by a stone in Shikanchang. He didn't wake up all night."

"I don't know what to do either."

The men in the exiled family had to go to Shikanchang to work, moving stones to build a temporary palace in the southwest for summer retreat.

Even if it's repaired, those in power might not necessarily come. In short, those who did the repairs were just a part of their whim.

There were already many mountains and rocks, so when the emperor needed them, they naturally had to move stones every day. Fortunately, the exiled men could earn twenty coins a day for moving stones.

As for the women, they are better off. They can find some work in the nearby towns and are in a similar situation to the ordinary poor people here.

As long as they don't leave the southwestern border region, there are naturally no officials to manage these exiled people.

Every day, there were guards stationed at Shikanchang, as well as at the city gate and in the streets.

This place is too remote; once you come here, you'll almost never be able to return to Bianjing (Kaifeng).

Therefore, it is truly remarkable that the three members of the Xie family who were exiled three thousand miles to the southwestern border still survived.

Most people don't survive on the way to exile.

"Cough" "Cough cough"

As Jiang Zhiyun entered the room, she was greeted by a strong smell of blood, accompanied by a musty, fermented odor.

Upon closer inspection, the man lying on the couch looked sickly, his eyes were tightly closed and he was sweating profusely, with dry, cracked bloodstains around his lips.

This face... has sharp features, very regular facial features, and deep-set eyes. No wonder I heard people say in my past life that his appearance was unmatched; seeing it now, it's true.

Such a husband, so handsome, just looking at him every day would at least improve her mood. This was one of the things that Jiang Zhiyun was very satisfied with.

The room was damp and humid, and it didn't even get sunlight. Zhang covered the room with a black cloth.

In this way, even healthy people can get sick, let alone someone with such severe external injuries!

She got up and opened the window, then ripped off the black cloth covering it.

Zhang's eyes reddened as she explained to her, "Yunniang, Shuheng is seriously ill. Sweating will help him get better. Keep him covered up to make him sweat more!"

"If you keep doing this, it will have a huge impact on Shuheng's illness!" She was extremely anxious, wishing she could hold Jiang Zhiyun back and prevent her from harming her child.

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