Chapter 612 - Chapter 612: Husband and Wife Leaving the Capital (4)
The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He could tell that these two people did not have any ill intentions.
âTwo years ago, the crown prince plotted a rebellion and the Bulwark Dukeâs residence was implicated. Everyone in the family died or were crippled.â Shen Yijia paused and carefully glanced at Song Jingchenâs expression before continuing, âYouâve heard about this, right?â
The mute woman nodded blankly.
As embroiderers, they were often invited by rich families to the residence to measure and tailor clothes for those young ladies and madams. They knew more than others, and the Bulwark Dukeâs Residence was extremely good.
At that time, she still lamented that good people did not live long.
Shen Yijia said, âThen do you know that the reason why the crown prince is charged with this crime is because of the clothes you made? He was framed.â The mute woman had only heard of it roughly and did not know the details. When she heard this, her heart tightened and she kept mumbling. She pointed at Shen Yijia.
Although Shen Yijia had never said what kind of clothes it was, the young man knew more than the mute woman. For example, the dragon robe found in the crown princeâs palace in the past.
Did this person mean that the dragon robe was embroidered by his grandmother?
It was winter, but the young man was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. He looked at the mute woman, then at Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen. He said in a trembling voice, âMy grandmother asked, who are you?â
Song Jingchen said, âMy surname is Song.â
Previously, they had just said that the Bulwark Dukeâs Residence had been implicated, and now that the surname Song was mentioned, the mute woman and the young man naturally connected the two.
The mute woman pushed the young man away and kowtowed a few more times in the direction of the two of them. Her wrinkled face was filled with pain. She thought that that matter would never be mentioned again.
That robe had killed too many people. Although it was not voluntary, it was because they were greedy and afraid of death back then. They had to bear a share of these sins. No one could escape.
âStop kowtowing.â Shen Yijia couldnât stand it anymore and went forward to stop him. âWe know you were forced.â
She glanced at the mute womanâs twisted fingers. âEven if you didnât do it, someone else would have. Moreover, youâve fallen into such a state now. We shouldnât have disturbed you, but the emperor gave us a chance to overturn the case. We want you to testify that it wasnât the former crown prince who asked you to embroider that dress back then.â
The mute woman nodded in agreement without thinking. Thinking of something, she pointed at her throat and eyes and stuck out her hands.
She couldnât see or speak. Her hand was crippled. Even if she wanted to write, she couldnât do it.
Shen Yijia understood what she meant and pursed her lips. âLetâs bring you back to the capital for treatment first.â
She would see if MO Yuan could treat her first. If not, there was still her spiritual liquid. As long as she was willing to go, this would not be a problem.
The mute woman nodded and fumbled for the young manâs hand. She kept shaking her head.
Shen Yijia did not understand.
Song Jingchen said, âHe has nothing to do with this. We wonât implicate him.â
The mute woman clasped her hands and bowed.
It meant thank you.
Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly said, âIâm with Grandmother. Iâm going to take care of Grandmother.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Jingchen glanced at him and didnât say anything. This was something they had decided on their own, so he wouldnât interfere.
There was clearly no place for them to sleep in this house, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Song Jingchen didnât go looking for an inn in the village.
He first took out the dry food he had prepared at home from the carriage and heated it up. The two of them simply finished their dinner.
Then, he built a fire in the kitchen and found some thatch outside to use as a cushion. He laid out a blanket and let Shen Yijia lie on it to sleep on his legs.
âHubby, you sleep too.â Shen Yijia got up and pulled him to lie down.
Song Jingchen refused. He brought this blanket because he was worried that Shen Yijia would be cold in the carriage. It wasnât big.
She could use half of it as a mattress, and the other half could be pulled up and used as a blanket.
However, how could Shen Yijia be willing to sleep alone and let him catch a cold? After pulling for a long time, it was useless. She gritted her teeth and stood up to pick him up.
Song Jingchen was speechless.
How long had it been since this girl carried him like this? Did he not care about his reputation?
His forehead throbbed. âPut me down.â
Shen Yijia suddenly missed the Song Jingchen who had to rely on her to carry him wherever he went. She subconsciously glanced at his legs.
Song Jingchen felt a chill down his spine under her gaze. He wanted to struggle and get down, but Shen Yijia was hugging him tightly. If he used too much strength, he might make her fall. He could only grit his teeth and repeat, âPut me down.â
âAlright,â Shen Yijia agreed obediently.
Shaking her head to get rid of the terrifying thought in her mind, she couldnât help but shake a little before placing him on the blanket.
Then, she lay down and wrapped her arms and legs around Song Jingchen like an octopus. She buried her face in his arms and stayed silent, pretending to be asleep.
Song Jingchen was speechless.
This was his wife. He couldnât hit her!
There was a fire beside her and she was hugging Song Jingchen. Despite the cold wind outside, Shen Yijia slept well.
Of course, Song Jingchen had to contribute to this.
When Shen Yijia woke up, the pyre that had been piled up in the kitchen yesterday had already burned away.
There was a strong fragrance of meat at the tip of her nose.
âYouâre awake?â Song Jingchenâs faint voice sounded.
Shen Yijia froze and smiled ingratiatingly at Song Jingchen, who was sitting under the kitchen. âHubby, good morning.â
Didnât they say that husband and wife made up at the end of the bed when they quarreled? They hadnât quarreled yesterday. He couldnât still be angry, right? She wanted to get up, but Song Jingchen stepped forward and picked her up.
Shen Yijia was speechless.
She couldnât help but laugh. She hooked her arms around Song Jingchenâs neck and kissed him. âDo you like to hug me like this? You can hug me like this anytime.â
Song Jingchen was speechless.
Looking at Shen Yijiaâs smug expression, the corners of Song Jingchenâs mouth twitched. He had indeed been led astray by this girl.
Song Jingchen put her down and turned around without a word to get hot water for her to wash up.
He couldnât hit or scold her. It was useless to treat her the same way. He decided to ignore her for a day!
After Shen Yijia washed up, he lifted the lid of the pot. There was golden chicken soup stewing inside. The entire kitchen was filled with the fragrance of meat.
âWow, you killed their chicken?â Shen Yijia swallowed. âLooking at the familyâs conditions, a chicken should be considered a precious item. Isnât it inappropriate for us to do this?â
Song Jingchen was silent for a moment. âThis is wild chicken soup.â
There was almost no coarse grain left in this house. How could they afford to raise chickens?
After explaining, he froze. When he met Shen Yijiaâs smug gaze, he immediately realized that he had been tricked.
That made sense. In the past, he had eaten countless pheasants captured by this girl in Xiagou Village. How could she not know them?
Song Jingchen rubbed his forehead and handed her a bowl of soup. Seeing that she had started drinking, he scooped up two more bowls and prepared to bring them to the mute woman and the young man.
After all, he had used a lot of their firewood.
Unexpectedly, before he could walk out, she heard the young man exclaim, âGrandmother, Grandmother, whatâs wrong?â