After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 47: The Forty-Seventh Day

Chapter 47: The Forty-Seventh Day

Ye Fuguang stared at her with a dazed expression.

Realizing that the little princess consort seemed to have encountered too many sudden situations, already in a state of mental overload, Shen Jinglan withdrew her hand. She had no intention of touching her here either. Instead, she changed into a new robe faster than Ye Fuguang did and then lifted the curtain to go out.

Just at that moment, an Imperial Guard came to report to her. Those refugees were all driven out by the nearby county magistrate, disaster victims from several places with floods who could not be accommodated. They had only heard that officials with a charitable heart would distribute porridge and grain here, so they hurried over to seek refuge. When asked why they came aggressively with weapons, they said these were the only things left at home that could still be used when they left. They were all innocent and had come to welcome the lord.

Upon hearing this reason, the leader of the Imperial Guards sneered.

In the past, during wars, the mountain bandits they encountered liked to use this tactic. With weapons in hand, they were bandits who robbed homes; without weapons, they were pitiful farmers who had lost their fields and become homeless.

However, these people were not any army, and the court had no decree to suppress these refugees. If they used too harsh force or torture, it would soon spread rumors of Prince Qi massacring innocent civilians.

But what did this have to do with him?

So he directly ordered people to beat the two leaders to death and then had the surrounding soldiers continue questioning the rest who had rushed to the front. They needed to find out if they had been instigated by someone and had better confess truthfully.

In the end, he took those vague answers to report to Prince Qi as ordered, and his expression was very normal.

Shen Jinglan initially felt something was off as she listened. Later, she discovered that those who had already surrendered began clashing with the Imperial Guards again, looking as if they were ready to fight to the death. So she got off the carriage. “What is going on?”

Only then did Shen Zekun’s personal guard tell her what had just happened.

Shen Jinglan’s expression changed immediately.

“When did I permit you to use weapons against the common people without authorization?”

The leader of the Imperial Guards glanced at her. He had been promoted and was a new noble loyal to the Emperor. Although he still bowed respectfully, he could not hide the disdain at the corner of his eyes. He had long been dissatisfied with Shen Jinglan’s timid and overly cautious demeanor on this trip out, as if someone might rush out from somewhere at any time to kill her.

The war god famous throughout the Great Dynasty was nothing more than this.

So he said, “These commoners dared to attack the prince and the carriage of the Son of Heaven’s special envoy. They were already plotting rebellion, and according to the laws, they should be executed.”

Shen Jinglan looked at him very calmly.

The next second.

“Pa—”↙

“Dong.”

A slap and a kick to his chest sent the man flying several steps away until the armor on his back dragged a long mark in the muddy ground. The shock in his eyes was enough to prove he had not anticipated this at all. After all, on this trip down to Yingtian Prefecture, Shen Jinglan and her people still needed the Imperial Guards’ escort. How could she dare?

Prince Qi, who had given him the kick, did not even pat her clothes. She walked past him directly, leaving only one light sentence floating down. “Before this trip, this prince already issued an order. If refugees rush the horse-drawn convoy, all handling must be approved by this prince. Except in extraordinary moments threatening lives, no one may execute the lives of common people without authorization.”

“Considering that you were not under this prince before and did not know this prince’s rules, this ends here.”

“If there is a repeat offense, it will be dealt with according to the military laws under this prince.”

…

Ye Fuguang stayed in the carriage without moving.

She was indeed one who cherished her life, but she also knew that clinging to Shen Jinglan so exaggeratedly earlier was wrong. So she could only stay in the carriage and pray that Shen Jinglan’s halo was thick enough to reach the destination safely without anything happening.

During this time, Jixiang pulled back the carriage curtain to peek outside quietly and occasionally reported to her. Those common people seemed to have blocked the road and would not let the carriages pass. Her expression was still relatively calm, but it was because of the figure ahead.

However, in the end, those refugees received Shen Jinglan’s handwritten order and dispersed. After all, most were just common people who wanted to survive and get a meal. Being able to go to Jiangling Prefecture safely and wait for the city to receive them was also satisfactory—

When the carriages passed by them, Ye Fuguang asked Jixiang very quietly, “Should we give some grain?”

“No.”

Jixiang shook her head at her. Seeing her delicate skin and tender flesh among this group of people starved to the extreme, she did not know what might happen. She only said, “If the general cannot bear it, she will naturally send someone to instruct. Mistress, do not act on your own and end up harming yourself. I have heard that some people, after starving for a long time, are fine if they do not eat, but once they have food to fill their stomachs, they will not stop until they eat themselves to death.”

If Ye Fuguang gave a饼 to the outside, it might give them a chance to go mad like wild beasts.

The Imperial Guards could scare them earlier, but they might not be willing to face ten times their number in a fight to the death. After all, even killing thirty thousand pigs required chopping them one knife at a time, right?

The little princess consort nodded obediently.

She was very sympathetic to these disaster victims who could not eat, but she and they might not be much different. In this world like floating duckweed, perhaps tomorrow the one who could not eat and had to die would be her.

She still wanted to live a little longer without illness or pain.

–

Later, when the carriages arrived in Jiangning, they encountered several waves of refugees along the way.

But none were like the previous one, as if instigated by someone behind them, so united in daring to attack Prince Qi’s convoy. However, how those were resolved, Ye Fuguang was not too clear about, because on the latter half of the road, she was always groggy and sleepy, unable to wake up.

She vaguely heard Jixiang say she had too many worries and was too sensitive, probably frightened or something like that. Later, she was always fed very bitter, very bitter soup medicine.

But Ye Fuguang did not remember too clearly.

She just thought hazily.

Actually, returning to her own world just like this seemed not bad?

Then she could also be considered to have done a good deed in this short穿越 journey, for example, she had lightly saved a very powerful prince and even freeloaded meals and lodging in his mansion for quite a few days—

She smiled in a daze.

Then she also heard someone laughing. “Could it be that she has already burned silly? A fool is not fun to play with.”

After that, she could not hear clearly again.

Her soul just kept falling downward, falling, like finally landing.

On a certain afternoon when morning light shone on her eyelids, making it somewhat difficult for her to open her eyes, she smelled a very faint lotus fragrance.

The first thought that emerged was, had she slept for several months in one go? Summer had already arrived?

In a daze, someone blocked the light in front of her eyes for her.

Ye Fuguang blinked hard and saw, sitting beside her, a figure in luxurious clothes whose smile was soft and pitiable. For some reason, she felt that the red mole at that person’s lip corner was extremely dazzling, more piercing than the sunlight just now shining on her eyelids.

“Finally awake.”

The woman spoke with a smile. Looking at her, however, there was no consistent softness and gentleness like Shen Jinglan’s in her eyes. It carried a not very obvious disgust and very contemptuous sarcasm.

So Ye Fuguang’s sluggish brain finally recovered normal thoughts, making her suddenly recognize who the person in front of her was.

An alarm instantly rang in her mind!

Damn it!

Not only did she not go home, how did she wake up to see the female protagonist!

Danger!

“Hm?” The other party lifted her hand to touch her face and then, as if finding the touch not bad, like dough, kneaded it without light or heavy, “You seem to still remember me. This is very good, saving me the trouble of reintroducing myself.”

She leaned down. In the force that pinched Ye Fuguang’s cheeks red, she said very lightly, “Stealing you from Prince Qi was really not easy—”

“Little, Princess.”