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"You're a pitiful person too, so be it! Next time you're reincarnated, you must open your eyes wide and find yourself a good family, otherwise it will be a waste of all the suffering you've endured in this life."

After saying this regretfully, Song Qingqian left behind a corpse-dissolving powder and a spring-extinguishing pill, then turned and climbed a tree to leave.

Perhaps biting her tongue and committing suicide was the best way for Jiang Chun'er to escape her predicament; otherwise, how would she endure the journey of exile ahead?

Having experienced the painful battles of her past life, Song Qingqian clearly knew that only wisdom could protect her, and that sometimes pitying others was digging her own grave.

But today, Jiang Chun'er's background is indeed too similar to that of the original owner, and she feels a bit of empathy for her, so she came to come and see, and also to teach these soldiers a lesson so that they would behave more restrained.

As soon as she jumped down from the tree and returned to the exiled crowd, Song Qingqian met Lu Jingchuan's probing gaze. She hadn't expected this guy to be so vigilant.

She smiled faintly, tossed an apple into his arms, and asked casually, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I’m waiting for you!"

Lu Jingchuan spoke frankly.

"Oh!"

Song Qingqian nodded and casually said, "I just saw some apples on a tree in the distance, so I picked some. They taste good, you can try them."

"Well, it's getting late, you should rest!"

Lu Jingchuan smiled and did not expose her lie, but instead looked down at the bright red fruit in his hand, lost in thought.

Song Qingqian just said this fruit is called an apple, but he only knows it's called Pinpo. When did the name change?

Moreover, this stuff is only found in the Snow Country; the items in the royal palace are all tributes from the Snow Country, and their colors aren't as vibrant as this...

Just as Song Qingqian lay down, a series of sharp screams came from behind the woods, followed by several soldiers rushing over with torches.

After a period of chaos and fighting, a large number of soldiers carried out the officials who had committed the crimes.

They were all absent-minded, as if they had lost their souls, completely dazed, and their faces were devoid of any color.

Even Sun Wuyin was alarmed. With his head wrapped in thick bandages, he was helped out of the temple by Xiao Zhuozi and then hurriedly went to the crime scene.

Seeing the two pools of blood on the ground, Sun Wuyin's legs went weak and he almost fell over. Xiao Zhuozi's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he patted his chest in a panic.

Thank goodness he escaped in time when Sun Wuyin was in trouble, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable…

How could two perfectly healthy people suddenly turn into two pools of blood like this? This is too bizarre!

After calming down for a moment, Sun Wuyin asked in a low voice, "Who died?"

"Boss, it's Quan Gouzi!"

Xiao Zhuozi replied quickly.

Sun Wuyin nodded and instructed, "This matter must not be made public, or you will be in big trouble!"

"Yes!"

"go back!"

Sun Wuyin, trembling, was helped back to the temple by Xiao Zhuozi. As they passed the Lu family, they met Lu Jingchuan's cold gaze. He snorted and turned away.

The exiled people looked at each other, all of them intrigued. They were genuinely curious about what could have frightened the soldiers like this.

But after waiting for a long time, the Jiang family's illegitimate daughter did not return, so they guessed that the woman had most likely been tortured to death.

At midnight, Sun Wuyin's panicked screams suddenly rang out from inside the temple, followed by the soldiers chasing after him.

Sun Wuyin sat on the ground, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, which frightened all the exiles into shrinking into a huddle.

Bai hugged her two children tightly in fear, while the two Lu sisters clung to the old lady, somewhat at a loss.

Lu Yunqi tugged at Lu Jingchuan nervously and asked, "Third brother, what do you think is going on? Could there really be some evil spirit?"

Lu Jingchuan shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Could it be that the illegitimate daughter of the Jiang family has returned for revenge?"

Just as Lu Yunqi finished speaking, a sudden gust of evil wind blew in, making everyone shiver.

"Don't exaggerate, go to sleep, everything's fine!"

Song Qingqian leisurely lay down to remind everyone.

Lu Yunqi retorted, "How could nothing be wrong? Look at Sun Wuyin, he's acting abnormally. The yin energy is strongest in the middle of the night."

"Moreover, this Buddhist temple is a place where ghosts and monsters are most likely to appear. It must be that the spirit of the Jiang family's illegitimate daughter who died unjustly possessed the Buddha statue in the temple, which Sun Wuyin saw, and that's why he was so frightened."

Lu Yunqi continued to mutter to himself, "So, does that mean we won't have any more exiled officials anymore? Will we still have to go to barbarian lands?"

Song Qingqian was speechless and said, "Lu Yunqi, your imagination is too rich! If you ask me, you should be awarded an Oscar for creativity as encouragement!"

"What kind of prize? Is there any money involved?"

Lu Yunqi pressed for an answer out of curiosity.

"They're obsessed with money!"

Song Qingqian glanced at him and reassured the others, "Sun Wuyin is fine. He was bitten by a spider and was poisoned. The toxins in his body haven't been completely eliminated, so he sometimes experiences hallucinations. He'll be normal once the toxins are gone. It won't have a big impact."

As they were talking, Hu Guo rushed anxiously towards Song Qingqian, saying in a panic:

"Young Lady Lu, do you have a solution to this poison, sir?"

"I believe you treated General Lu's injuries, so your medical skills must be quite good; you must have a solution."

Song Qingqian smiled and shook her head: "Sir, I didn't see clearly what kind of spider it was, so I really don't know how to cure this poison."

"Sir, you've traveled all over the country with the exiles for years. Surely you can't even handle a poisonous spider? That shouldn't be the case!"

Hu Guo sighed, "I am ashamed. I know how to solve this, but I don't have those two herbs right now. I'm really helpless."

Song Qingqian nodded in agreement, saying, "Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, what a pity!"

"Why don't we let the adults carry it? We'll be in Youcheng by noon tomorrow at the latest, and then the herbal medicine shop will have everything we need."

Looking at Sun Wuyin, who had been making a fuss for a while and was now completely dumbfounded, Song Qingqian expressed her sympathy:

"Sir, the poison has been mostly neutralized. He should be fine if he can just tough it out. You can take good care of him."

"Is there really no way for Miss Lu to cure the master? If you can heal him, I will definitely plead for you and ensure you enjoy preferential treatment from now on!"

Hu Guo offered what he thought were very tempting terms; after all, even an exiled prisoner wanted preferential treatment, so Song Qingqian couldn't possibly remain unmoved.

Besides, Lu Yunqi was only on the verge of death, and she could still save him. So why couldn't she cure Sun Wuyin, this poisonous spider? She must be deliberately trying not to treat him.

Song Qingqian frowned deeply, as if deep in thought. After a long while, she sighed:

"Sir, I really want this preferential treatment, but unfortunately I don't have the ability to do so. If the poison is not cured and the doctor makes things worse for you, I can't bear that responsibility."

"Besides, how can you compare me to Lu Yunqi? Lu Yunqi's life is worthless. It's a blessing if I can cure him, and it's just bad luck if I can't. I have no pressure, so please don't make things difficult for me, sir."

"Hey!"

Frustrated and angry, Hu Guo stormed off.

Lu Yunqi only started to lash out after everyone had left. He yelled, "Song Qingqian, explain yourself clearly! What do you mean by 'my life is worthless'? How is my life worthless?"

"You'll figure it out yourself eventually; I don't want to waste my breath on you!"

"Song Qingqian!"

"Stop yelling, you're disturbing our sleep!"

Song Qingqian turned and lay down on her side, ignoring him. The Lu sisters, seeing that nothing was wrong, also lay down. After all, they had walked all day and were exhausted, so they had no time for gossip.

Bai Shi also coaxed the two children to lie down. Lu Yunqi turned to look at Lu Jingchuan, only to see him shrug helplessly.

Lu Yunqi breathed his last and lay down in resentment. He should have known that Song Qingqian was his nemesis, the one who brought him down.

Ever since she entered the Marquis's mansion, he's had nothing but bad luck. Even their elopement ended with them being robbed of their money, let alone now...

Sun Wuyin was tormented intermittently throughout the entire night.

Before dawn, before breakfast had even been prepared, the soldiers urged them to set off. The exiled people, having been hungry all night, walked unsteadily, as if they might fall at any moment.

Song Qingqian distributed the three gray crane eggs she had left over from last night to the group, gave each person an apple, and left some snacks for the two children.

Lu Yunqi stared wide-eyed. He could only purse his lips dryly. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he pulled out half a rough-textured steamed bun that he hadn't finished eating the night before.

"Zhan'er, do you want some? Or should your second uncle trade with you?"

Zhan'er quickly shook her head and stuffed the last piece of bird egg into her mouth.

Second Uncle, don't even think about lying to him. Those steamed buns are awful. Yesterday, Lu Xuanxuan knocked out one of his teeth. They look terrible. He doesn't want them.