Chapter 445 Too Much Uncertainty

Inside the left Prime Minister's Mansion, Yuan Zijing paced back and forth in the room, leaving only his confidant maids to wait on her. The servants who were sent to monitor her rushed outside to guard her.

Originally the yuan family's most favored legitimate daughter, she lost the value of training because of the Zhengyang House incident. Just two days ago, the yuan family elders decided to marry Yuan Zijing to a general soldier who had lost his wife for many years under king qin nan.

Not to mention that the general soldier was about the same age as Prime Minister Zuo, with more than three dead wives, more than ten children left behind, more than a dozen concubines, and more than a dozen children born of concubines.

If Yuan Zijing were to marry in the past, she would not be innocent in terms of her status, but rather be a pawn to curry favor with the commander-in-chief of the armed forces. If they could not please the old man, even if they were beaten to death, the yuan family would not stand up for Yuan Zijing.

Yuan Zijing's protest was futile, and even her own mother gave up Yuan Zijing for the sake of her other children, afraid that she would do something stupid, so she sent more than a dozen servants to monitor Yuan Zijing's every move.

Now Yuan Zijing couldn't even leave his own yard. In Mrs. Yuan's words, "Even if you die, you will die in the bridal sedan chair. If you die, you will only be the yuan family's marrying daughter!"

"It's all that bitch Su Mianyue. She's the one who caused me to fall into such a miserable situation. I can't live well. She can't climb the dragon and the phoenix!" Yuan Zijing screamed like a maniac, with a hideous expression on his face.

Xing' er shrank in fear, not daring to breathe at this time, only hoping that Yuan Zijing would not remember her existence. These two days, there was hardly any good skin on her body covered by clothes, but she did not dare to make a sound, so she had to endure it. This was the sorrow of being a servant.

Tired of walking, Yuan Zijing turned around and sat on the embroidered bed, tugging at the folded brocade quilt beside him with all his might. A vicious light flashed in his eyes and waved to Xing' er who was standing in the corner, "Xing' er, come here."

"Do you have instructions, miss?" Xing' er shuddered to Yuan Zijing's side and asked, not daring to raise his head.

"Go and tell madam that it's okay for me to get married, but I have to prepare a generous dowry for me, and I have to personally choose a leader. Madam can send more people to follow me if she is not at ease, or I will not be devoted to the husband and son in the future." Yuan Zijing said coldly.

Xing' er looked up at Yuan Zijing, unable to believe that his master could figure out how to marry an old man, but Xing' er did not dare to ask the truth, and quickly accepted the order to leave.

Liuu had been monitoring the yuan residence with the new disciples from purple mist mountain for the past few days. When he saw Yuan Zijing leaving the yuan residence in a small sedan chair, he said to purple stone beside him, "Have you seen that sedan chair? We'll find a way to disperse the people around us. As for where the people in the sedan chair are going, we just have to follow them and not disturb them. We have to be careful in everything we do."

As he spoke, he patted Zi Shi on the butt. With a big brother's tone, Liuu ran away and secretly watched Zi Shi go on the mission.

Yuan Zijing did not know that her journey had been targeted and was used by the Purple Mist Mountain as a training target for new disciples. Before she could wait for the silver tower, she was knocked out of the sedan chair by a wave of people, and even Xing' er could not wait for her. This made Yuan Zijing very excited. She thought that god was on her side to give her enough time to prepare to report Mianyue's recovery, but she forgot that this was an opportunity for her to escape. As expected, hatred could lose one's mind.

Inside juxian building, xiao san and xiao ba were calculating how much food they could spare. This time, they invited some friends from all over the world to help deliver the food to Wu Yuqing's army, and Sann was going with them.

"In addition to food, I have to prepare some warm clothes. Tomorrow, after you and your men set off, I will start to prepare this matter. I am estimated to arrive half a month later than you. It should be in time." Eighth said as he fiddled with his calculations.

"Mmm." Sann nodded and looked up at eighth. Seeing that she was working hard and the sun was shining on her face with a different kind of tenderness, she couldn't help but move and blurt out, "How about I propose marriage to you when I earn my reputation?"

"My senior sister is in charge." The little eight replied without raising her head, her mouth slightly curved up, but the curve was too small to be noticed.

Sann looked at xiao ba yi disappointedly for a while, then lowered his head and continued to settle the accounts, but his mood became disordered, and even slightly shocked. When did he like eighth? Did you like her so much that you wanted to marry her?

Thinking that Sann would say something else, eighth even thought about how to answer it, but after waiting for a long time, the third party did not continue the topic. Eighth looked up and saw Sann buried his head in the ledger seriously, as if she had only heard the words in her hallucination, and couldn't help but get a little angry.

"I'm hungry," eighth said, stopping his hands.

"Then let the kitchen prepare some food for you." Sann said without stopping. After thinking for a while, he added, "Let the kitchen prepare more steamed buns, jerky and fried noodles. Bring some good wine too. The colder you go north, the unsafe food outside."

"... Okay." Little eight wanted to play with her temper, but after listening to little three's words, she was only worried. When she got up, she said, "I prepared a cotton jacket for you. I'll send it to you later. I'll prepare what you need on the way. You have to be careful along the way."

Sann suddenly looked at xiao ba and realized for the first time that eighth was a long-winded person, but when he looked up, eighth had already pushed the door and left. Even though eighth looked sad, only he knew.

Su Mianyue, who had a good night's sleep, had just got up when he heard the signal from the secret guard. After putting on his coat, he asked the secret guard to come in and report. After listening to the secret guard, Su Mianyue smiled coldly, "I see. Since someone wants to die on their own, they can't help it. You tell Liuu to keep an eye on them. You can't let them die without my orders, and don't let anyone find them."

"Yes." The dark guard was ordered to retreat, but Su Mianyue stopped him.

He got up and went to the inner room to take out a box. Su Mianyue said to the secret guard: "Send this to xiao san and let him take it to my brother. Tell Sann to bring more money and spend it on his way out. This is a good opportunity for him to make a contribution, but only if he has a life to be rewarded. I won't send him off today. When he becomes famous, I will make sure he gets what he wants."

The secret guard was stunned. Su Mianyue's words were a little messy, but he nodded to show that he remembered. He took the box and left in the dark.

With his fingertips tapping on the table, Su Mianyue sighed, "There are no eyes for swords on the battlefield. You must all come back alive. Only when you live will there be hope. If you die, there will be nothing left."

Su Mianyue's mood soared again at the thought of the mutual affection between xiao san and xiao ba, but she did not break it. She did not know if the two of them would let their feelings rise after they arrived at the battlefield, but she was waiting for the wedding wine.

"It's the most rare thing for a lover to get married. People who follow a sister shouldn't all have a hard time in love, right?" Su Mianyue laughed bitterly and looked up at the clear sky outside.

The one who had been by Su Mianyue's side the longest was Biwu, but the whereabouts of this girl were unknown, so how could the road of love be described as difficult?

"Biwu, where are you? What should I do?" Su Mianyue muttered in a low voice. No one had contacted her in such a long time. Su Mianyue was not sure if the three days were good or not, nor was he sure what the person who took them meant.