Chapter 2: Restlessness on the Road to Exile

Aunt Qin, though merely a concubine, had lived a life of comfort and privilege for many years and had never endured such suffering before. The pain made her scream out loud.

She scrambled and crawled, desperately running toward Father Song. “Master, save me!”

But Father Song didn’t even glance at her. All his concubines had been placed by his mother’s insistence, bound by filial duty to take them in.

Song Shiwei, however, glanced at the disheveled Aunt Qin, just in time to see her second brother, Song Mingting, kick her away with a harsh blow.

“I’ve long disliked you,” Song Mingting sneered coldly. “You schemed and plotted against me and my wife many times. You nearly cost me my life on several occasions.”

“Now that we’re exiled, I have plenty of time to settle accounts with you.”

Song Shilan had already distanced herself, indifferent to her birth mother’s fate, even fearing she might be implicated by Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin fell heavily to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Ignoring the pain, she scrambled up and hurried forward, her heart pounding with dread.

What was she to do?

If her natal family did not come to her aid, she would surely be tortured to death by these people.

She had to prepare for both eventualities.

Song Shiwei noticed the change in Aunt Qin’s expression and guessed her thoughts, a dark gleam flickering in her eyes.

Unsettling elements like Aunt Qin and Song Shilan were better dealt with sooner rather than later.

Not long after setting off again, some of the concubines and daughters of concubines, unused to such hardship, could no longer bear it.

“How much farther must we walk? My legs feel like they’re about to break.”

“I’m exhausted and starving. I can’t go on.”

For those who had spent their lives sheltered in the inner courtyard, this was already overwhelming.

Song Shiwei herself was weary.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, enduring the dryness in her throat and the heaviness of her limbs. “If you don’t want to be whipped, keep moving—and don’t speak.”

The word “whip” pierced the hearts of several concubines like a thorn, frightening them into silence as they hurried forward.

They had seen with their own eyes how painful the lashes were when Aunt Qin was struck.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of Princess Anning’s residence, the princess sat arrogantly in her chair, gazing down at Cui Jing kneeling before her.

“I have already informed His Majesty. In one month, you and I shall be wed.”

As a transmigrated woman chosen by fate to become a princess in this era, she believed it marked her as the rightful ruler of this time.

As for the natives here… Ha! She could solve them with a mere flick of her finger.

Cui Jing lowered his head, concealing his expression. “If the imperial marriage decree is issued, I will obey it without question.”

If not for the emperor’s wariness of the Song family—and his intent to use them as a warning—Princess Anning would not find it so easy to deal with them and with Shiwei.

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