Regarding Xia Chi, her husband is the one person she has been thinking about so much that she has trouble sleeping and forgets to eat and sleep.

Over the years, she has never dared to look directly at his life and death.

Until not long ago, she received a note from him.

That note was her thoughts and her hope.

Qianqian took the note away, but she never asked for it back or asked about it.

Not asking or demanding does not mean that she does not cherish it.

Rather, she was afraid that if she mentioned it again, she would get a question that she had never wanted to face.

Perhaps, her husband, the man she had always longed for, had already passed away three years ago.

She didn't want to delve deeper because she was afraid of knowing a fact she didn't want to accept.

But now, Qianqian told her that if she went to Jiangcheng, she could find Xia Chi.

The light of hope in Li Yunniang's heart burst out instantly like magma suppressed under a volcano.

"Take me with you."

Her hands clutched her sleeves, "I want to see him."

When she saw him, she would grab his collar and question him loudly.

Why has there been no news from him in the past three years?

Why didn't I send her any news?

Why should she worry about him?

Doesn't he miss her and the children at home?

What kind of person can do this?

Leave quietly without saying hello?

She learned everything about the reason for his departure and his whereabouts from the name of the village.

"Mom!" Xia Qianqian grabbed Li Yunniang's hand tightly, "Calm down."

Xia Qianqian didn't expect Li Yunniang's reaction to be so big, "I'm not sure he must be here."

"There is a one in 10,000 chance, I want to go and have a look." Li Yunniang was determined, "Let's go back together and see him together."

"No!" Xia Qianqian refused, "The city is too dangerous, I can't take you there."

"What danger?" Li Yunniang seemed to have forgotten who just heard about the turmoil in the capital and was so panicked that she couldn't help herself.

"In order to see him, I am not afraid of any danger."

"But..." Xia Qianqian still wanted to refuse.

"Yuanbao... hasn't seen his father for three years." Li Yuniang's eyes were sore, "He has even forgotten what his father looks like."

"Qianqian, I am a woman, and I don't understand why your father is there when there is turmoil in Jiangcheng. But I know that if I don't chase him, if I don't take Yuanbao with me, if there is even the slightest mistake, Yuanbao may not be there for the rest of his life.

I don’t know what my father looks like.”

"I don't care what happens in Jiangcheng or what your father is doing. I just want to take you to see him and tell him that I will raise you well even if he is not here."

Li Yunniang's voice choked up, "If he committed a crime, it was not what he wanted. He has the right to see his children."

At this moment, Xia Qianqian suddenly felt that she had made a wrong decision by bringing her whole family to Fu'an Village early in the morning to escape the chaos in Jiangcheng.

Compared with her own danger, Li Yunniang is more concerned about whether she can meet Xia Chi.

"Okay!"

She finally made up her mind, "Let's go back together."

Li Yunniang burst into laughter and said anxiously: "I'll call Uncle Wang."

"The bullock cart is too slow."

Xia Qianqian's thoughts changed and she raised her voice: "Quick, go prepare the carriage."

In the yard, a gust of wind blew, and after a while, the sound of rapid horse hooves was heard in the distance.

As soon as the door opened, a carriage stopped at the doorstep. At the shaft of the carriage, a young man in a green suit jumped out of the carriage, raised his hands and saluted: "Girl."

Li Yunniang was dumbfounded for a moment, grabbed Yuan Bao who was running over, and urged: "Quick, get in the car."

Aunt Gui trotted up, but Xia Qianqian blocked her, "Mommy, you stay to help and come back with Mr. Yu in the afternoon."

Aunt Gui nodded and saluted, "I obey."

Hua Zhuer was not so easy to dismiss, so she pulled a horse over from under the tree on the side, turned over, and landed on the horse's back, "Girl, I'm with you."

"Let's go." Xia Qianqian jumped on the carriage.

"Drive!"

Qingfeng has better driving skills than Geng Zhonglai.

The green tent carriage galloped past on the country road, and Hua Zhuer followed closely behind on horseback.

Everywhere a car and a horse passed, dust flew up, choking people and making them cough.

Xu Jiang looked at the carriage in the dust and said anxiously: "She asked us to wait, why did she run to Jiangcheng? This..." What should we do?

Yu Xiang's expression remained as usual, "The county boss asked us to harvest cotton. We just have to harvest the cotton. Don't worry about it."

That girl has a good idea.

In Jiangcheng, in the prison of the General's Mansion, several servants bent over and walked through the iron gates and came out of the prison.

One of the old men, with trembling fingers, fumbled for a small key from his coat pocket and handed it to him, "Exit this gate and turn right. There is a secret passage there with a small door at the end. This is the key.

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"After leaving the door, the person who responded is outside." After explaining everything, the old man asked eagerly: "Master Feng, when can I see my son?"

"Pfft!" What he answered was a sharp blade inserted into his abdomen, and overwhelming pain hit him instantly.

The old man opened his mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I will send you to see him now." Jiang Yu moved the big knife in his hand a few inches further and said calmly: "You and your son are reunited, and you have lost a trace of ties."

"You..." The old man wanted to say something else, but unfortunately his vision went dark, his legs went weak, and he fell straight down, groaning and panting.

"Jiang Yu!" Feng Wei, dressed as a jailer, covered his injured heart with one hand and scolded: "You took action too early. We will be exposed."

Jiang Yu looked at the person on the ground, raised his knife and then struck again, until the person on the ground was no longer alive.

He wiped the bloody knife on the old man's body and said disdainfully: "It will be a complete burden to carry him the rest of the way."

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."

Two months in prison made Feng Wei even more cold-blooded. He walked straight ahead without even looking at his savior on the ground.

After turning right, there is a corridor adjacent to the back of the house. On rainy days, it is a passage for rainwater to flow. No one passes through it on weekdays, and no one even knows about it.

If the old jailer hadn't been familiar with the terrain, no one would have discovered that there was an escape passage here.

Feng Wei and Jiang Yu had their backs pressed against the wall, their steps brisk, and they rushed to the end of the corridor eagerly.

Inserting the key into the heavy copper lock, "click", Jiang Yu exerted a force, and the copper lock was opened unexpectedly, and instead broke in the keyhole.

Jiang Yu was dumbfounded. He grabbed both ends of the copper lock with both hands and pulled it out hard, trying to break it simply and roughly.

The old-fashioned copper lock is crude in style, extremely reliable, and has not moved at all.

"Ah..." A cry of surprise pierced the sky, "There are people coming, there are assassins, people are dead."

Suddenly, there were footsteps in the backyard, coming in this direction.
Chapter completed!