Chapter 27: Asking a Beggar to Leave?

clothes were already stained with blood, so it didn't matter whether he changed or not at this point.Once they were dressed in rough sackcloth, they were brutally expelled from the palace. What greet..."I hope so." Song Er Niang always had a bad feeling. She understood her daughter, and she didn't know if she wanted to be involved with them or not.

Ginger had been keeping a close eye on everything the Second House did, and her memories of Song Jiajia's bullying of the original owner were becoming more vivid.

If she dares to come, Ginger will definitely not go easy on her.

As dusk descended, just when Ginger was thinking that Song Jiaojiao wouldn't be coming tonight, a farmer carrying a lantern arrived.

"My lord, it's late at night and the dew is heavy outside. It wouldn't be convenient to rest. Our estate is just ahead. Why don't you go to our estate for a night's rest"

Ren Bang gazed deeply into the farmer's eyes, "We are officials who transport prisoners every year."

He was reminding the farmer that it would be best not to have any other ideas, or they wouldn't hesitate to get rough.

"What I know is that our master saw you passing by, thinking that you officials have worked hard, so he let you go to the manor to rest."

The farmer’s nodding and bowing attitude moved the officials greatly, and finally Ren Bang agreed to take them to his farm.

Though people's thoughts differed, Ginger saw the upward curve of Song Erniang's lips and understood that this must be Song Jiajiao.

She honestly followed them all the way to the farm. The officials were assigned rooms to sleep in, while those of us exiled naturally couldn't sleep as comfortably.

So they were all put in several servant's rooms, the same kind of communal dormitory, with twenty or thirty people in each room. There was no privacy at all.

Ginger didn't mind, it was better than sleeping outdoors. She glanced at the people from the second house and silently packed up her bedding with Song Da-niang.

Tonight, Jiang Wan didn't know if she could fall asleep. She put on her clothes early and lay down. Song Jiubian glanced at her with complex eyes, then closed his eyes to rest.

In the dead of night, Jiang Wan heard a series of yowls from outside. She knew instantly that it must be Song Jiaojiao's doing. She suddenly opened her eyes and met the bright gaze of Song Jiubian beside her.

This fellow was still awake, and between the two of them sat a middle-aged woman. They both tacitly kept silent.

As expected, there was the rustling of clothes and then the sound of light footsteps. The second madame had left.

Ginger didn't move until Shen Qian also quietly left. Only then did she quietly get up and cover her pillow with the blanket, pretending to be resting.

In the dark, Jiang Wan saw Song Jiu's lips move as if he was saying "Be careful." She nodded slightly and left the room.

When no one was around, she used her powers to chase after them. Song Erniang, who was at the front, quickly went into a room.

Then, Shen Qian followed closely behind. Jiang Wan's feet moved like the wind, landing on the roof of that house. She lifted a tile.

He could hear the two women in the house, mother and daughter, weeping in each other's arms. To be precise, it was Song Er Niang who was crying.

"Jiaojiao, life as a woman is so hard, oh woe is me..."

Song Erniang cried her eyes out. Song Jiaojiao dressed in lavish finery, her voice sounding somewhat weary.

"Mother, I know all of that. Don't cry first. We need to get down to business quickly, or else those officials might find out we're meeting in secret."

Song Jiajia was actually quite afraid, though she had already married. Because of the downfall of the Prince's Mansion, her in-laws were now somewhat disdainful of her.

So she dared not let her in-laws know that she had secretly come to see the Song family.

Song Erniang didn't yet know Song Jiajiao's worries and eagerly said:

"Well, Jiajia, it'll be tough on you when we're not around to help out anymore."

Song Erniang truly cared for her daughter. With a few words, she softened Song Jiajiao's heart. "Daughter, why don't I take you away You hide."

Actually, after she had just said it, Song Jiajia felt a little regretful. Now she was in a difficult position herself and couldn't help her family at all.

Shen Qianyi outside the door was in a hurry, frantically scratching at the windowpane, but she didn't dare to make a sound, almost exposing herself.

"No."

Song Erniang shook her head hurriedly, "Your father and brother are both injured, they can't run away."

"In case we're caught, it would drag you down too, Jiajia. You just need to prepare some medicine and food for us. Father and Mother will definitely be able to live until the wilderness."

"Good."

Song Jiaojiao was moved and didn't insist. Song Erniang only then realized that her beloved daughter from the past was just being polite to her. Her heart ached.

"Jiaojiao ah."

Song Jiajiao stuffed a purse into Song Erniang's hands, "Mother, here is some silver. Take it and take care of the officials."

After she finished speaking, she handed Song Erniang a set of coarse hemp clothes. "There are one hundred taels of silver hidden inside this garment, and I've also prepared some food and medicine for you."

Song Jiajia sighed, "Knowing that the prince's mansion was exiled, my husband already has a grudge against me, so I haven't prepared much. Mother, please don't blame me."

"Mother doesn't blame you."

Song Erniang gently touched Song Jiajia's head, "Just be fine."

She was heartbroken, people were selfish. Even though she was hurting, she still chose to pretend not to understand the dismissive tone in Song Jiajia's voice.

"Hmm."

Song Jiajia suddenly thought of Ginger Wan, the person she used to hate the most. She couldn't help but ask, "Mother, how is Ginger Wan Has she bullied you"

When I think of her, I get angry.

So, Song's wife babbled excitedly, accusing Jiang Wan of all her wickedness along the way and told Song Jiajia everything.

"Once she's finished, she will say: 'She wouldn't have bullied me and your older brother even if she hadn't been exiled. She would have done it right here in the palace.'"

"That's too much!"

Song Jiaojiao angrily clenched her handkerchief, "Mother, I can't do much to help you, but tomorrow I can find a chance to teach her a lesson."

Her hatred for Ginger Wans ran deep, but it was only because the original mistress had pampered her in the past. The original mistress was wealthy and Song Jiaojiao was envious.

Unfortunately, the original mistress had a weak fate and died without anyone to protect her. This is when Song Jiajia developed the habit of bullying Jiang Wan.

"Jiaojiao, if you're able, it would be best to completely deal with Jiang Wan!"

Song Erniang gritted her teeth, and Shen Qian outside the door nodded hastily, leaving Jiang Wan speechless.

It seems that the original owner, this cannon fodder female supporting character, is quite hateful. It's no wonder she keeps doing stupid things.

Seeing them finish their chat, Shen Qian hurried back to her room. Song Erniang also quietly left. Jiang Wan immediately rushed in front of them and burrowed into the blankets.

Hearing her return, Song Jiubian glanced at her and then continued to rest with peace of mind.

In a short while, Shen Qian and Song'er lay down one after the other. Jiang Wan waited quietly for a while, until after these two had rested, she got up silently again.

This time, Song Jiubian didn't notice. He probably didn't expect Jiang Wan to make trouble again.

After she got up, she first went to Song Erniang's side and searched her body, taking away the silver and banknotes that Song Jiajiao had given her.

When she saw the silver note, she looked a little disgusted. If her memory served her right, when Song Jiayiao got married, although it wasn't as grand as "Ten Li Red Makeup," Song Erniang hadn't treated her poorly.

Dozens of dowry items As a result, when her family fell into hardship, she only gave so much silver notes, sending her off like a beggar

No wonder Song Erniang's expression was strange just now, she must have been hurt by her daughter.returned rather quickly.He was holding several white steamed buns, which were still emitting heat, probably freshly steamed by Wen Ru Yu."Mrs. Song, that young master Wen is quite generous. He gave al...