Exile? A mad, wicked woman empties the national treasury to escape famine.

"Mo Huan, Mo Huan, I beg you, please ask your third sister-in-law to take a look at He'er. He'er has been in poor health since she was a child, and she is sick every few days."

She has already suffered a lot along the way, and her health was already much worse than before. Now she has suffered such serious injuries. Please, Mo Huan, if you don't help her, she will die!

"He'er is still a member of the Xie family, please, I beg you, please help me for this sake! Second Uncle, please, whatever anger you have, take it out on me, please, have mercy and help me save He'er."

As he spoke, he kept kowtowing on the ground, his head hitting the ground with a thud.

Xie Mohuan bit her lip. Looking at Xie Zhaoting like this, she was both angry and annoyed, but some things, once done, are done!

Thinking back to how my second uncle and his gang treated me back then, it still chills me to the bone.

The other people in the Prince's Mansion felt bad seeing this scene. Although they felt sorry for Xie Zhaoting and his family, everyone had to pay the price for their choices.

carriage

Xie Moyao lay on the bed, a book in his hand, but his brows furrowed slightly, his thoughts somewhat chaotic.

He gripped the book tightly, trying his best to focus his attention on it.

But Xie Zhaoting and his wife were still crying loudly, which annoyed him. He was about to lift the carriage curtain and ask Xie Lin to move Xie Zhaoting and his wife away when his hand was stopped by a slender hand.

His large hand covered Xie Moyao's small, fair hand. Xie Moyao's hand was a little cold, while Ji Yunshu's hand was warm.

He looked at Ji Yunshu with some confusion, "What's wrong? Are you annoyed by their noise? I'll have Xie Lin call them away."

Not only was Ji Yunshu annoyed, but he was annoyed too.

Ji Yunshu shook her head, removed his hand, put it back under the covers, and sighed softly.

"How about I take a look at Xie Mohe? Xie Zhaoting is your second uncle, and he's your father's younger brother."

If your father were still alive, he might not have the heart to truly abandon them.

Xie Moyao frowned, somewhat disapproving.

"You only feel sorry for my second uncle and aunt. They have no conscience. Even if you really cure Xie Mohe, they may not be grateful to you."

Moreover, they have been verbally offensive to you along the way, and I have already done more than enough by not having Sherlin deal with them.

His tone was icy. He had seen all kinds of people along the way. If it weren't for the fact that the second wife was his father's younger brother and his own uncle, he would have had Xie Mu get rid of them long ago.

"Let's give them one last chance. Besides, Xie Mohe's injury is also related to me. I really didn't know they were down there. If I had known, I wouldn't have thrown it on them."

Moreover, with so many people watching outside, and Xie Zhaoting being a member of the Xie family after all, if Xie Mohe were allowed to die like this, they would inevitably harbor resentment. Along this journey, it's easy to dodge open attacks, but hard to guard against hidden arrows.

Xie Moyao frowned, thought for a moment, and finally nodded. Whatever his wife said was the way.

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, then we'll do as you say. Do whatever you want."

After discussing it, the two decided to temporarily save Xie Mohe's life.

Ji Yunshu gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain to observe Xie Mohe's appearance from inside the carriage.

Xie Mohe's injuries were not as severe as Ling Yun's, and she had not lost as much blood, but she looked to be in a more serious condition than Ling Yun. Moreover, her body was stiff, she was still convulsing, and her face was flushed.

It looked a bit like a high fever convulsion.

Back in modern times, she had only ever seen toddlers with high fever and convulsions, and rarely adults. Unexpectedly, in this ancient world, she witnessed an adult with a high fever and convulsions for the first time, and she had no idea how long the fever had lasted.

She lowered the carriage curtain and glanced at Ling Yun on the ground. Blood was continuously flowing into his body, and Ling Yun's complexion was much better than before. He didn't look so pale anymore and was gradually becoming rosy.

She sped up the blood transfusion, transferring the last bit of blood into Ling Yun's body, before putting the medical equipment she had just used into her spatial storage.

Ling Yun was still unconscious. She took out some spiritual spring water from her space and sprayed it on Ling Yun's face.

A moment later, Ling Yun, who had been unconscious, gradually showed signs of waking up.

He slowly opened his eyes and immediately saw the ceiling of the carriage.

Next, Ji Yunshu's fair face came into view.

For a moment, Ling Yun was dazed. How did he get here?

Just then, Ji Yunshu also looked over at him. Ling Yun stared at Ji Yunshu's face, slightly stunned.

"You're awake. Are you feeling any better?"

Ling Yun grinned and looked at Ji Yunshu, "Your Highness, I'm much better. Did you treat me?"

He reached up and touched his forehead, which was already bandaged and seemed to have been treated with medicine, as there was a faint smell of medicine in the air.

His gaze was fixed on Ji Yunshu, his eyes full of smiles. He never expected that the princess would put aside past grievances and help him like this.

He had previously sent officials to ask the princess for help, but he was only doing it as a last resort.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the princess was a really nice person.

Although he knew he was an official and the princess was an exiled prisoner, and that he should keep his distance from her, for some reason, Ling Yun just wanted to get close to Ji Yunshu. As long as he was close to Ji Yunshu, he felt at ease.

"Hmm, you're feeling better. It should be fine now. I'll get you some medicine later. Change the dressing occasionally when you get home and bandage the wound again. Try not to get it wet for the next few days. It should be healed in a few days."

As Ji Yunshu spoke, she rummaged through the medicine box and pulled out several bottles and jars, stuffing them into Ling Yun's arms. She also explained to him how to use each medicine. In addition, she brought Ling Yun some anti-inflammatory medicine.

He was also instructed that he must take the anti-inflammatory medication on time, otherwise the wound would easily ulcerate and become infected.

Ling Yun nodded as if he understood, but his gaze remained fixed on Ji Yunshu's face.

He wanted to ask Ji Yunshu why she would help him treat him despite past grievances...

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck.

It felt like something was flying towards him from behind his ear. Ling Yun endured the excruciating pain and slowly turned his head. What greeted him was a glass of water.

Before he could react, water was splashed all over his face.

Water splashed into his eyes, nose, and mouth, choking him so much he almost couldn't breathe.

He quickly wiped the water off his face and then saw clearly that Xie Moyao was lying on the bed in the carriage, staring at him coldly.

"What are you still doing here? Get out!"