Xia Jing washed her face with half a basin of water, and roughly wiped her body. The most important thing was to soften the socks that were stuck to the blood bubbles on her feet and take them off.
Having lived in the apocalypse for many years, she has more experience than anyone else in saving water.
Li Chengmu pushed the door open and came in, finding Xia Jing sitting barefoot on an armchair. He paused for a moment, then walked up to her with a guilty conscience.
"Mother, your foot is injured!"
"Well, it was not easy to walk through mountains and rivers yesterday." Xia Jing originally wanted to dry the water on her feet and then wrap them with a piece of cloth, but she didn't expect her son's eyes to turn red when he saw the injury on his feet.
She was slightly startled, feeling a little emotionally awkward about the sudden appearance of her son, and even more uncomfortable with her new identity.
Facing the broken wound, Li Chengmu felt guilty and distressed: "Just wait, I'll go find the housekeeper to get some ointment."
After saying that, he ran out of the room without waiting for Xia Jing's reaction.
The back disappeared from the door. Xia Jing lowered her head to look at the blood blisters on her feet and moved her toes. The injury was not serious, not even a minor injury. She didn't expect this kid to be so nervous.
She just said that just to prevent others from noticing that she was abnormal. After all, the original owner had lived in a wealthy family for more than ten years and had long been raised to have a delicate body.
Li Chengmu came back not long after and applied medicine to her feet. He sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound, which was refreshing and comfortable. Then he wrapped it with a cloth and tied it tightly.
Xia Jing put on her shoes and walked a few steps. Seeing her son looking at her expectantly, she paused for a moment and said, "Well, I feel a lot better after taking the medicine."
Li Chengmu suddenly became happy and asked someone to bring him a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. "Concubine, the conditions here in the royal tomb are simple. Please make do with it for a while. We will leave after you finish lunch. We must rush before dark.
Meet our fourth brother and the others at the county seat."
Hearing this, Xia Jing's mind came to a man who dressed like a peacock all day long and had a sweet mouth.
From the memory of the original owner, we learned that this son was very popular with her and King Qian. The most important thing was that the fourth son, Li Chengyi, knew how to please his family.
After lunch, Xia Jing was helped out of the courtyard gate of the Divine Chef Palace. Outside the courtyard, there was a tall horse in the water, coupled with a guard with a sword standing next to the horse, she was majestic and quite imposing!
If she hadn't had the experience of being rushed away by bandits yesterday and losing her coffin in the end, Xia Jing would have been more optimistic about them.
When Zeng Yan saw the mother and son coming out, he hurriedly greeted them and bowed: "Princess, there is no carriage here at the royal tomb. On the way back, you and the fifth master will have to ride on the same horse. I will prepare it for you when we get to the county seat."
What do you think of the carriage?"
"When you go out, you can arrange everything." Xia Jing's attention was attracted by the horse in front of her.
This was the first time in her life that she had seen a creature like a horse. She suppressed her curiosity and did not go forward to stroke the horse's shiny mane.
Real-life experience made her realize that horses are majestic creatures, but the experience of riding them is not as comfortable as a car.
After bumping along the way, it was already nightfall when we arrived at the county town.
Li Chengyi, the fourth master of Prince Qian's palace, received the news in advance and knew about Xia Jing's resurrection from the dead. He had been waiting in the lobby of the inn early. When he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, he stretched his neck and waited at the door of the inn.
Xia Jing's buttocks nearly split into four pieces. She had just been helped off the saddle by her own son when she spotted a dark figure rushing towards her from the corner of her eye. She quickly held in her breath and endured the pain in her buttocks before she dodge wisely.
Li Chengyi jumped in the air and looked stunned for a moment. He immediately reacted, turned to Xia Jing and cried with joy: "Mother, concubine, you are finally back. My son thought he would never see you again."
Xia Jing looked at the 'son' opposite her who had dark eyes and a tall appearance. The most important thing was that he was several years older than her actual age.
How does it feel to be called a pussy by a man older than you?
Anyway, whoever experiences it knows!
Xia Jing didn't know why the original owner thought he was lovable, but when she heard him call her "Mother Concubine", she got goosebumps all over her body.
Li Chengmu supported Xia Jing and naturally felt her shiver. "Fourth brother, my mother and concubine have followed us for a bumpy journey. Please let her go in and rest for a while before talking about anything else."
"Fifth brother is right, I was negligent. Mother and concubine, please invite me." Li Chengyi smiled and got out of the way.
Xia Jing is not so weak that she needs help to walk, but if she is asked to face Li Chengyi's enthusiasm, she would rather be weaker than Liu Fufeng and let her own son help him in.
All the way into the inn, Li Chengyi followed behind and introduced his arrangements for the inn to Xia Jing, and asked her what else she needed. His "filial piety" was really overwhelming.
After entering the guest room, Xia Jing kicked everyone out. When she was the only one left in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she had tried hard to act according to the character of the original owner, she couldn't go too far on the first day when she was getting along with her sons.
The eldest, second and fifth sons are all good in character, but getting along with the fourth son they just met is too stressful for Xia Jing, who doesn't like to get too close to others.
The room was very simple, with only a bed, a table and four stools, and a set of kettles on the table.
Xia Jing opened the lid of the kettle and took a look inside. There was half a pot of water in the kettle. She poured herself a glass and poured the warm water into her throat. Her dry throat was moisturized and the fatigue from the journey was relieved.
Xia Jing feels that no one is perfect. If this detail was arranged by Li Chengyi, then it is obvious that the fourth son also has merits.
The inn was guarded by guards, so there was no need to worry about safety for the time being, but the habits she had developed in the apocalypse made her uneasy about leaving her safety in the hands of others.
She habitually checked the room. When she checked the windows, she looked down from the second floor and had a wider view. She found that there were very few pedestrians on the street. There were more or less refugees lying on the ground on the streets and in some alleys.
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Judging from the half-pot of tea just now, Xia Jing analyzed that although there has been a drought in the north for three years, the area in Gyeonggi Province can still produce water like some century-old wells, but not much. Otherwise, there would be no people on the streets.
If it doesn't rain, the deep well will not last long. Beidi invades the border, refugees in the disaster area riot, and the imperial court is forced to move south due to various reasons.
The desolate scene outside the window gave Xia Jing a sense of urgency.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. When she opened the door, she found a maid holding a tray standing outside the door. However, this maid's eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, which made Xia Jing feel a little confused for a moment.
"Princess, slave"
Hongmei met Xia Jing's inquiring eyes and was shocked by her rudeness just now. She lowered her head with a guilty conscience.
Xia Jing searched her memory and found out that the maid in front of her was Hongmei, the eldest maid beside the original owner.
She turned around and walked in: "Come in."
Hongmei walked into the room anxiously. From the look they just exchanged, she could tell that her master seemed a little different.
If it were normal, after not seeing these two personal maids for a day, the master's eyes would show joy when he saw them for the first time.
But when they looked at each other just now, she saw indifference and alienation.
This shouldn't be the case. Could it be that she and Bai Mei were unwilling to be buried together and their master knew about it?