Chapter 108: Catch her and execute her tonight!
A faint smile slowly appeared in Xiangying's phoenix eyes under her eyelashes.
"As long as you accept it, I will treat this matter as your promise to help me solve the Zhao family's matter."
"No wonder you gave me something," Jie Chen sneered, "It turns out that you had planned to hide behind me."
Xiangying's tone was innocent: "With limited status, I can only rely on you. Of course, if you agree with me to kill people, this matter will be much easier to handle."
Jie Chen's eyebrows were cold: "No."
Her identity was too sensitive. Whenever the Princess of the Western Zhou Dynasty killed a South Vietnamese, it would easily arouse the dissatisfaction of the entire army.
Xie Chen emphasized again: "The general should arrive here one day. Be honest and don't show your face these days."
Xiangying said oh and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jie Chen.
"Put this on before leaving."
He pointed to the soft mattress that Skinny Monkey bought.
Xiangying was startled. So the soft mattress he asked Skinny Monkey to buy was for her?
"You..."
"Don't think too much. I bought it for you and your children because of your success in curing the plague. Take it." Jie Chen said in a cold voice without raising his head.
That time he opened the tent and saw Xiangying hugging the children, lying on the ground with only a thin sheet between them.
I guess I must have been uncomfortable sleeping.
Xie Chen asked himself that he had no time to care about them, but Xiangying bravely stood up when the plague broke out.
Such people should be commended.
Xiangying did not refuse, but picked up the quilt and asked innocently: "Since the quilts are all given, can we arrange a wooden bed?"
Jie Chen instantly raised his eyes, his dark eyes filled with anger.
Why is this woman so angry with her nose?
He looked at Xiangying's bright face, and his smile was particularly bright and beautiful.
Jie Chen endured it and said something ironic in a cold voice: "I'd better give you my tent to rest."
Unexpectedly, Xiangying nodded: "Okay."
"Xiang Ying!" Xie Chen gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Get out!"
Xiangying tutted: "Just kidding."
What a joke!
She hugged the soft mattress and left happily.
As soon as he reached the door, he bumped into the sour scholar who was about to come in.
Xiangying was in a happy mood and took the initiative to say hello: "Xiucai, you look really good today."
She strode away, and the sour scholar touched his face in confusion.
Why does he look good today? Did he look weak before?
The sour scholar thought of business. After entering the tent, he handed over an invitation with both hands.
"Jianjun, this was just sent by someone from the Zhao family."
Jie Chen glanced at it: "I know, just leave it there."
The sour scholar thought for a while, then lowered his voice: "The prefect Zhao personally sent you an invitation to invite you to the house for a banquet. It must be because of what Xiang Ying did in the market just now."
"I just made some inquiries and found out that the injured person is the son of the second master of the Zhao family and the only male in the Zhao family's junior generation."
"Now that Governor Zhao is looking out for the general's face, he is still inviting you over for a banquet. It must be to ask you to hand over Xiang Ying to make amends."
Jie Chen didn't even raise his head as he sorted out the secret messages in his hands.
"I know, I won't go." The tone from his thin lips was cold.
Suan Xiucai was a little worried: "Now the Zhao family is afraid of the general, but if they deliberately make a big deal about this matter, I'm afraid that when the general comes, he will also execute Xiang Ying to calm the matter."
After Xie Chen finished processing the letter in his hand, there were some ink stains on his long fingertips.
He stood up and went to wash himself in front of the copper basin. His slightly drooped eyebrows were handsome and cold, and his tone was even slower.
"Don't worry about him, Xiangying is in my team, her life and death are not up to others."
"We should proceed according to the old plan. By then the Zhao family will be too busy to take care of themselves and will have no time to target her."
The sour scholar paused and nodded: "Yes." He lifted the curtain and went out, hearing happy laughter coming from not far away.
Looking over, it turned out that Xiangying was holding the soft mattress given by Xie Chen and taking the children to dry it together.
It is said that it can be laid by the time I go to bed at night.
Which of the other exiled prisoners doesn’t have envy in their eyes?
The sour scholar is really worried.
Their Jie Jianjun always looked at the eldest princess of the Western Zhou Dynasty very differently. Could it be that he really fell in love with her instead of thinking about the jade seal on her body?
He couldn't help but hope in his heart.
The general will not allow the Jie Jiejun to act recklessly.
I hope that when the general comes and learns what Xiang Ying has done, he will drive her away immediately to prevent Xiang Ying from doing bad things if she stays.
Things turned out exactly as the sour scholar expected.
One day later, the general led many generals, soldiers, and exiled prisoners to Luzhou to meet.
Because Governor Zhao was preparing to donate food, the general summoned him first.
Governor Zhao then reported Xiang Ying's crimes. In the evening, Xiang Ying was held down by a group of soldiers and imprisoned in the official dungeon in Luzhou City.
She was shackled again without even seeing Jie Chen's face.
Xiangying sat in the cell, looking at the heavy iron chains on his wrists and ankles.
She said coldly to the soldiers guarding outside: "Do you need to be so prepared to face the enemy?"
The soldier glanced at her: "The general said that you know martial arts, so we must be careful. If you don't want to suffer before you die, just be honest."
"Death?" Xiangying raised her eyebrows.
The soldier nodded: "Yes, the general has agreed to Zhao Taishou to execute you, and now they are drinking and celebrating."
"When the banquet is over, your death will come. I heard that you can cure the plague. It's a pity. It's all your own fault. You have to touch the Zhao family."
Xiangying folded his arms and leaned against the cell wall coldly.
"Doesn't the general not care that the Zhao family is domineering and bullying men and women?"
The soldiers laughed: "The Zhao family is a minister of meritorious service, and the emperor personally entrusts it. Even if I bully you, an orphan who has perished, what's wrong with you?"
Xiangying completely understood.
Because she has no value, but Governor Zhao has value.
After that, the soldier refused to talk to her again no matter what.
Xiangying looked out through a narrow window in the cell and saw the bright full moon directly above his head.
According to what the soldiers said, when the banquet is over, the general will send someone to execute her.
At the same time, tomorrow is the day when the general will take over the supplies of twenty granaries in Luzhou.
So Xiangying must take action now to empty the granary.
But she looked at the chain on her hand, and then at the patrol soldiers who walked by outside from time to time.
Xie Chen didn't know what he was doing at this time, but he definitely couldn't help her.
If Xiang Ying wanted to go out, he would have to go on a killing spree, which would alert the surrounding generals.
No, she had to think of a safe way.
Xiangying closed her eyes attentively and got into the space, wanting to see if there were any cannons that could be used.
The more this time came, the more she missed the weapons she had hoarded in her previous life.
Not to mention artillery, even Gatlings have thousands of them.
Just as Xiangying walked around the computer screen, she suddenly noticed the flashing exclamation mark on it.
Turning around to look, the system prompts "The three villains are in danger when they encounter horse bandits. Do you want to provide weapons?"
In the background, the three cartoon villains that Xiangying had rescued before were being pushed onto the cliff by a group of more than a dozen horse bandits.