osition, those who were exiled actually enjoyed this kind of weather, even feeling a secret sense of joy in their hearts.Since they can't walk, it means they can rest.Looking at the joy in their eyes,..."Master."

The shadow guard beside the Sixth Prince whispered, "Song Jiubian has a great destiny. Last time, the people we sent out didn't even harm him."

"Shouldn't an exiled person be suffering Do you think it's reasonable for them to be so comfortable"

The sixth prince's eyes were cold and sharp, like daggers. The guards were so terrified they couldn't meet his gaze and immediately apologized.

"My apologies, master. It is my fault for failing to complete the task. All those I sent out have perished."

"Trash!"

The sixth prince almost blurted out a roar, glanced at the rear carriage of the imperial tutor, and suppressed the irritability in his heart:

"Just a piece of trash, even a group of old people, weaklings, and children can't handle it. Do you think I want to feed you!"

"Master, rest assured, this subordinate will definitely make Song Jiubian see no sun tomorrow!"

After being reprimanded, Yingwei's heart was filled with hatred and wished to kill Song Jiubian on the spot to seek revenge for his master.

"Come back!"

The Sixth Prince gazed at the mountains in the distance and said softly, "Let the people of Blackwind Village take action."

Besides, whoever dares to obstruct will be killed without mercy. Let them strike swiftly.

"Yes!"

Yingwei received orders to leave, and the people from Blackwind Village took action. That means Song Jiubian was unlucky enough to die at the hands of bandits.

From then on, no one would ever think of him again.

The sixth prince withdrew the sinister expression from his face and turned his head to look at the carriage of Tai Fu, a smile appearing on his face once more.

……

"Song Niangzi, you are right. I should take good care of my health. We shall take our leave first."

Lin Tingyu's face was pale, and she held a square handkerchief in her hand, covering her lips as she coughed lightly.

Over these few days, he could sense that Song's wife seemed to dislike insubordinate patients.

When Huaxiao left, he let out a breath and understood that he might have caused some trouble for Song.

Although there was some reluctance in my heart, reason ultimately prevailed.

Seeing Lin Tingyu so thin, like a paper person, Jiang Wan tightened her face and explained:

"If you trust me, continue using the prescription I gave you before, and you'll recover soon."

Recently, Lin Tingyu has been traveling day and night. She hasn't even had a chance to get medicine, let alone take a medicinal bath. It's no wonder her body isn't feeling well.

"I trust you, indeed."

Lin Tingyu pulled at the corner of her lips, revealing a smile that inexplicably held a touch of melancholy.

"Young Master Lin is weak. It's best to find a place to rest early."

Song Jiuyuan suddenly spoke, not only ginger wan but also Lin Tingyu was surprised.

He wasn't being idle during this time, naturally he had asked around about Song Jiubien's identity. Being a smart person, he quickly realized that Song Jiubien being exiled was to block someone else's path.

Regardless of everything else, Song Jiubian was a man who dedicated his heart and soul to Da Feng. Deep down, I have great respect for him.

Thanks for the reminder, I'll let it slide this time.

Lin Tingyu cast a deep glance at Jiang Wan, pulled down the carriage curtain, concealing the helplessness in his eyes.

The carriage rattled away, leaving them, the exiles, alone on the road.

"Mother, what a strong wind!"

On the cart, Chen Wenhao spoke softly and hid in Mrs. Chen's arms.

"Don't worry, Mother will shield you from some of the wind."

Mrs. Chen didn't notice anything amiss, only thinking it was due to the weather.

Ginger felt something was off, the wind didn't feel right compared to usual.

Sand and dirt were whipped up by the wind and slapped against her face, making it sting.

"With such a strong wind, is it going to rain"

Song Jiuli complained in confusion, pulling her clothes tighter, and everyone huddled together.

Jiang Wan took out a few pieces of cloth from her basket and handed them to everyone. "Wrap these around your heads and faces," she said, "otherwise you'll get covered in dust."

She tied up all her hair, and she demonstrated it very successfully, and everyone else learned how to do it.

Even those who were walking in front, upon discovering this, also learned to protect themselves in the same way.

"Song Jiuxian, can you shoot arrows"

Ginger was whittling a bow and arrow in her hands. It was freshly made, though not as good as her own, it wasn't bad.

"Yes."

Song Jiuchil nodded firmly. He had learned his horsemanship and archery from his older brother, so he was naturally skilled in both.

He has only been exiled and never had a chance to show his abilities.

"Alright, here you go. Take it."

Ginger placed the finished bow and arrows under the cart. They were exiles, after all; it was best to keep a low profile.

"I need that too."

Song Jiuyuan spoke softly, his eyes fixed on the bow and arrow hidden by Song Ji'chi. He hadn't expected her first gift to be for her younger brother.

"Are you sure your hands can still use a bow and arrow"

Ginger's words left Song Jiuyuan deeply regretful. He shouldn't have been so emotionally charged earlier.

"I can."

He stubbornly stared at Jiang Wan, who helplessly started to sharpen a bow and arrow for him.

“This bow is not as good as the one you used before, but it is more than enough for self-defense.”

Ginger still remembered the things about Black Wind Village, but she didn't dare to take risks. Of course, she needed to make preparations in advance now.

I just saw the sixth prince. That scoundrel, seeing how well they're doing, will definitely arrange for someone to take action soon.

"I like it very much."

Song Jiubian lightly rubbed the slightly rough bow with his fingertip, a sense of joy filling his heart.

This is his favorite gift he has ever received.

"I'll fletch a few more arrows."

Ginger was busy working non-stop, while Song Jiuli helped on the side. She was quite sensible.

Even when noon arrived and Song's mother and sister, Song Jiuli, were preparing lunch, Ginger Wai had no time to spare. She was solely focused on preparing her weapons for the upcoming confrontation.

"Sister-in-law, have some soup first."

Song Jiu Li held a bowl of chicken oil mushroom soup. The previous mushrooms hadn't been finished, mixed with fresh minced meat, it was especially fragrant.

"Hmm."

When the soup had cooled a little, Ginger swallowed it almost whole and drank it down. During his rest, Song Jiubian was also taking a dagger to sharpen arrowheads.

Ren Bang wasn't oblivious to these signs, but they were about to pass Black Wind Village. For some reason, he felt uneasy.

Instead of stopping Jiang Wan and Song Jiu's actions, he pretended not to see them.

"Mother, I want to eat meat."

Song Yang looked pitifully at Song Jiu Li and their pot, then was pulled away by Song San Niang.

"Look at the knives they have in their hands, they could hurt you."

Song Sanniang's eyes were filled with resentment, but she dared not act rashly. She hugged her son tightly.

Song Yang was powerless, he could only bury his face in her body and cry. Jiang Wan wasn't deaf, but she coldly and aloofly ignored him.

She didn't want anything to do with the Lao Song family. She knew exactly what Song Sanniang was thinking; she just wanted them to soften their hearts.

At this moment, Song Jiuli listened to Song Yang's mournful cries and glanced at Jiang Wan with hesitation in her eyes.

"Li'er, don't be confused!"

Song Dajiao pulled Song Jiuli, only then did she lower her eyes to conceal the pain in her eyes. She couldn't hold them back any longer.

"Pack up and let's go."

Ginger's cold and emotionless voice broke the silence. Ahead of them, Ren Bang and his men had already packed their belongings. Song Jiu Li didn't have time to think much, she hurriedly helped Song Da's Lady pack up the pots and pans.

The road, which had originally been flat, now became narrower. Ahead lay a valley, and Ginger's heart pounded in her chest.

If she were from Black Wind Ridge, she would have chosen to make her move here.

That was indeed the case. Ginger and her companions, placed at the rear of their group, cautiously entered the mountain valley.

And just as the people ahead were about to walk out of the valley, when Ren Bang's heart gradually eased,

A sudden rush of footsteps, and they were swiftly surrounded!d pork from their family.Sometimes when there's nothing to worry about, you start worrying. Other times, you worry that someone will notice your worries."The magistrate probably doesn't want to get to...