After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

Wang Yan was unwilling to accept this!

He thought he could kill Xie Shuheng today.

But judging from the attitude of the commander from Bianjing, it seemed like the killing was impossible.

Could it be that Zhuang Yusheng's life is really that valuable?

While Wang Yan was confused, the commander said calmly.

"Let nature take its course, let things live and die on their own. This is the imperial decree."

"He is no longer a threat, his death is not a pity, and even if he lives, he is useless. His life was saved by a few people, and the Emperor has to give them face no matter what."

"Just linger on and on, that's enough. You can torture me however you want. If you die, I bet you, Wang Yan, will die too."

"..." Wang Yan's neck twitched slightly. Since his life was at stake, he naturally dared not move.

It turns out that Xie Shuheng, even in his weakened state, is still formidable. Even at this point, he can't be killed. The more this is the case, the more jealous Wang Yan becomes.

That makes sense; dying is too easy, the feeling of being worse than dead is the best.

The commander chuckled softly: "Perhaps, living is the greatest suffering. Killing him is the only relief."

The old grudges have been completely settled.

Zhuang Yusheng lost his life, so keeping Xie Shuheng, who was about to die, was no big deal.

After saying that, Wang Yan and the remaining wounded soldiers dragged Xie Shuheng, who had already fainted, out.

When he was dragged to the doorway, there wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on his body.

The officers and soldiers were cursing and swearing:

"He probably wouldn't have survived in this state. Or he might already be dead. I tried pinching his philtrum just now and there was no response."

"It would be better to just throw him into a mass grave! Lying here, right in front of our government office, is really unlucky."

"Shut up." Wang Yan certainly wished Xie Shuheng dead too. But thinking about what had just been said, he knew that what the commander said wasn't just a bluff; it was really going to happen.

"We shouldn't interfere. If they die right here at the entrance, it's not too late to throw them into a mass grave later."

"Now, we can just wait to fend for ourselves."

Even if someone could take Xie Shuheng back now, he wouldn't survive.

He had been beaten to the point of near death.

Moreover, he was in a state of extreme grief, watching his teacher stand in front of him to die, and for his own sake... Interesting.

Wang Yan stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Xie Shuheng from the doorway. Xie Shuheng looked like a stray dog, and Wang Yan just found it funny: "Alright, let's go in."

When Jiang Zhiyun rushed over, she saw Xie Shuheng lying on the ground. At first, she didn't even dare to recognize him.

It was no longer recognizable as it once was, and a large crowd of villagers had gathered around, drawn by the smell of blood.

"Has someone been killed again in this stone embankment?"

"This young master is probably already dead. I heard it was an official from Bianjing who took care of him."

"Let's get away quickly, so we don't get tainted by bad luck. Those who die are exiles, not us."

"..."

Everyone's faces were indifferent, and not a single person came over to turn him over to check if he was still alive.

When Jiang Zhiyun saw that figure, her heart began to pound violently, and she had only one thought: to take him away.

Deep down I know it's him, but on some level, I don't want it to be him.

When Jiang Zhiyun walked through the crowd and stood next to Xie Shuheng.

Turn the person over and look at that pale face. The once beautiful face was now covered in blood.

Those peach blossom eyes remained closed.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Zhiyun burst into tears.

"Xie Shuheng... hang in there!"

"I'll take you back, and we'll go see a doctor."

She didn't know if she was talking to herself or Xie Shuheng, but she kept saying, "It will be alright, everything will be alright."

The onlookers were quite surprised:

"So it was Xie Shuheng who died?"

"Isn't this the family Yunniang just married into a few days ago? My God, she's going to be a widow so soon."

"Bad luck. This young master Xie was beaten like this, he must have offended a big shot, and his family won't be able to survive in the future."

"..."

Jiang Zhiyun turned her head, staring sharply at them: "If you have something to say, then say it. If you don't have anything to say and don't want to help, then please leave!"

“How about I, Jiang Zhiyun, go to each of your homes and tell you that your husbands are dying? What do you say?”

After Jiang Zhiyun said this, the gossipy women around her immediately stopped talking.

They looked at each other blankly and walked away. Not a single person was willing to come and help.

They wouldn't even lend a hand, for fear of getting tainted by bad luck.

Jiang Zhiyun pinched his philtrum, but there was no response.

It was clearly unrealistic for a woman to carry a grown man. He was completely unconscious, and Jiang Zhiyun couldn't pull him away.

Looking around, she saw those small wheeled carts with ropes attached, used for pushing vegetables.

After paying, Jiang Zhiyun brought the scooter over. It took her quite a while to drag Xu Qing'an onto the scooter.

I'm already feeling quite exhausted.

But there's still a long way to go, and he can't be delayed like this; we need to take him to see a doctor.

She stood in front of the wheelchair, tied both ends of the rope to her back, and moved the wheelchair along in this way.

We walked forward step by step, the road was very bumpy, and there were even many small stones.

When Xie Shuheng woke up, he was almost thrown off the cobblestone path. The southwestern border region is mountainous and rocky.

Shikanchang is located right in the middle of the mountains. It's a desolate place, and hardly anyone passes by.

Besides, in such a situation, most people wouldn't come to help.

At this moment, Xie Shuheng lifted his heavy eyelids and saw the bloodstains on Jiang Zhiyun's shoulders.

She walked forward step by step, still standing in front of him, carrying the rope on her thin back. Xie Shuheng looked at her and murmured to himself, "Fool."

He shouted with all his might, "Yunniang."

Jiang Zhiyun turned around abruptly and quickly went to his side.

He said, "You've finally woken up. It's good that you're not dead. It's good that you're not dead."

"I'll take you to see the doctor."

He coughed violently, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at him, her eyes softened slightly: "Don't worry about me."

"Hurry up and leave." He laughed, blood trickling down his lips. "I can't write a divorce agreement now, so you'll still have to bear the infamy. But I'll find a way to get you out of this mess..."

"And, Yunniang, thank you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Zhiyun stood up with red eyes.

She was never one to passively accept things, and hearing Xie Shuheng say this, she couldn't hold back her emotions.

She felt an unbearable pain in her heart, but tried her best to remain rational: "Xie Shuheng! That's enough."

“I ran from home to find you, not to hear you say such discouraging things. I don’t want to be a widow, and you don’t want to be a widower. I won’t die, and neither will you.”

"I've come to take you home. Life and death are predestined, but how will you know if fate didn't grant you that chance if you didn't try?"