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

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. If I had gone sooner..."

If he had gone earlier, he might have been able to save the person, or at least bring back the body.

Unfortunately, he was delayed by something and couldn't arrive in time. By the time he got there, not only had he failed to save anyone, but he couldn't even find the body.

It was because of this incident that Chu Jingrui seized the opportunity to accuse him of disobeying military orders, beat him dozens of times, nearly killing him, which led him to decide to leave the military camp.

Wang Zheng didn't say anything more; there was no point in saying more.

Hearing the news of his father and brother's deaths with his own ears was very painful for Xie Moyao.

This matter weighed heavily on their family's hearts, like a thorn that they could never remove.

No one usually mentions it, but whenever we think about it, we feel so uncomfortable that we can't breathe.

Ji Yunshu sat to the side without saying a word. She had never met the old prince and Xie Moyao's two older brothers, and had no feelings for them.

But seeing Xie Moyao in distress still made her feel uncomfortable too.

After a long pause, Xie Moyao finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Wang Zheng, this is not your fault. In fact, we should blame ourselves. The Wang family was at the height of its power, and we forgot about the enemy hiding in the dark."

I also ignored those who were jealous of my family. No matter what the truth of this matter is, I will definitely investigate it thoroughly and clear the name of our Wangfu!

And those who hurt my father and two brothers, I will not let any of them get away with it!

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Ji Yunshu noticed that Xie Moyao was a little agitated, but she didn't say anything more.

She secretly made up her mind that this matter was not just Xie Moyao's doing; she would work with Xie Moyao to find out the truth.

To investigate this matter, she and Xie Moyao would have to make a trip to the border.

Thinking of the border, Ji Yunshu asked,

"By the way, Wang Zheng, when you left the border, did you hear anything about what happened there?"

To be honest, my husband's younger sister, Xie Mohuan, went to the border with Xie Mu, apparently to find you. Did you run into them?

Wang Zheng looked bewildered, blinked, and slowly shook his head.

"No, I've been in the military camp the whole time. No one came looking for me. After leaving the camp, I don't know much about what happened there."

Why did they come to the border to find me? When did they go?

"When we were on our way to exile, Mo Yao originally said that he would send Mo Huan and Xie Mu to the border to make things chaotic there and force the Second Prince to go back to the border."

But after all this time, there's still no news from either of them.

I don't know what happened.

"Your Highness, there's no need to be too anxious. This place is far from the border, and even if they have any news, it won't be able to get back for a while."

Xie Mu's martial arts skills have always been good; with him around, Miss Mo Huan should be fine.

Wang Zheng knew that Xie Mu was Xie Moyao's bodyguard.

Ji Yunshu nodded and didn't say anything more. The group talked for a while longer, analyzing the general situation at the border.

Seeing that Wang Zheng looked tired, Ji Yunshu told him to rest first.

When the two returned to the villa, Chen, Li, and others had already returned. They were laughing and joking, talking about something, and there were also little dumplings making babbling noises.

When Ji Yunshu entered, she saw several people fiddling with some things on the sofa.

When Ji Yunshu approached, she saw that Chen was holding several cross-stitch embroidery pieces.

Each cross-stitch piece is huge, and the designs combine landscapes and figures, making them quite beautiful.

Ji Yunshu was somewhat surprised that she actually had cross-stitch kits in the mall, and that Chen had even found them.

She walked forward with a smile, pointed to the cross-stitch in their hands, and said,

"Are you interested in this thing?"

Lu Li smiled, put the small dumpling aside, and quickly picked up the cross-stitch she had chosen, fiddling with it in front of Ji Yunshu.

"Yes, yes, sister-in-law, we spent half a day browsing in your mall. We originally wanted to get some food, but then we saw these paintings and they were so beautiful, so we brought them back."

By the way, how should this painting be displayed?

Can we take it and put it in our house outside?

After Li finished speaking, Chen continued.

"Yes, Yunshu, this thing is simply amazing. It's the first time we've ever seen anything like it. You can only draw on cloth. All the cloth we have outside can only be embroidered."

As Chen spoke, her tone carried a hint of regret.

"There are so many small holes in this cloth, I don't know why. It's a perfectly good painting, why put so many holes in it!"

As she spoke, Ms. Chen picked up her cross-stitch and fiddled with it in front of her. When she held it up to the light bulb, the dense shadows of holes fell on her face, and she shook her head regretfully.

"What a pity, what a real pity."

Seeing the two of them like this, Ji Yunshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally took the cross-stitch from Chen's hand and patiently explained it to them.

"Sister-in-law, this is indeed a painting, but these holes are useful, and very useful."

Chen and Li looked at each other, not understanding what Ji Yunshu meant. Could these ordinary holes be of great use?

Before the two could ask,

Ji Yunshu spread the entire cross-stitch piece on the table and took the matching needle and thread from the sofa.

He set the needle and thread aside, pointed to a row of numbers on the thread, and then slowly began to explain to them.

"This is called cross-stitch. The patterns on these fabrics are printed on and won't fade. There are small holes on them, which are for you to thread the needle through and embroider."

If you follow the lines of the embroidery, the resulting pattern will resemble the entire picture.

"Then wash it again, and the printed patterns will be washed away, leaving only the embroidery lines you created."

Hearing Ji Yunshu's words, Li and Chen were stunned and somewhat incredulous.

They looked at the cross-stitch on the table with curiosity.

Li asked impatiently,

"Yunshu, what did you just mean? Are you saying that we should embroider these holes?"

We follow these small holes and embroider, but will the finished product really look exactly like the picture?

How could this be?

This is too amazing. How was this thing made?

Ji Yunshu nodded and took the row of threads. The cross-stitch pieces that Chen and Li had brought out were both very large, and there were dozens of kinds of threads.

The color differences between each type of thread are very small. Fortunately, both Chen and Li are experienced embroiderers and can distinguish the colors of threads without her having to teach them much.

She laid out the rows of wires one by one, pointed to the numbers on the wires, and told them.