Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 118 - One Hundred Eighteen: Delivering a Letter_1

Chapter 118: Chapter One Hundred Eighteen: Delivering a Letter_1

Upon hearing that they were also going to Yan City, Nanzhi’s eyes lit up.

"Auntie, are you guys also going to Yan City?"

"Yes, my eldest brother from my mother’s side lives there. There’s really nowhere else for us to go except to him," said Aunt Guihua as she stopped pulling on Shen Miaomiao’s ear.

"What a coincidence, we’re also headed to Yan City, we can go along together," Lin’s mother replied smilingly.

When Shen Miaomiao heard they were going the same way, she quickly stuck to Nanzhi’s side with a big grin.

In the end, she was dragged by the ear by her own mother to the side to eat something.

Because they didn’t have any hens that laid eggs, they still had some of the eggs that Nanzhi had given them last time.

Having finished their meal, Nanzhi’s family waited for the others since they were all heading the same way.

The Shen Family was small, with Aunt Guihua and Third Brother Shen only having two children: Shen Zhong and his younger sister Shen Miaomiao.

Shen Zhong had been married to Ms. Li for two years but they didn’t have any children yet, so their donkey cart was not full.

However, their donkey cart was smaller, so Shen Zhong could only follow on foot. His face turned red from walking all morning.

Seizing the opportunity while the Shen Family was eating, Nanzhi took a piece of paper and pondered for a while before she wrote a "letter" to Shen Wenchen and gave it to Adai with a big pancake to deliver it.

After eating and drinking, Adai rubbed against Nanzhi’s body and then flew away with a flutter of its wings.

Watching Adai’s shadow getting smaller and smaller, Shen Zhiyu held on to Nanzhi’s fingers.

"Mom, will dad see it?"

Hearing the small boy’s voice with a hint of choking, Nanzhi crouched down and hugged him: "Your dad will definitely see it."

When Shen Family finished eating too, the two families prepared to continue on their journey. Seeing the state of Shen Zhong dripping with sweat, Nanzhi suggested letting Shen Miaomiao rest on her mule cart, and she would learn to drive.

In the end, Lin Yicheng led the way by driving the cart, with his parents in the back.

Lin Ercheng drove the second cart and Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui, the two sisters-in-law, were with their respective children.

Nanzhi’s mule cart was third, with Shen Miaomiao and Zhiyu talking intermittently with Nanzhi in the car.

With one less person in the cart, Shen Zhong could sit on the axle and drive, thus speeding up the whole team considerably.

After several days on the road, Nanzhi noticed the black in the sky had moved from in front of them to behind them. They slowed down slightly.

"Sister Nanzhi, let me drive today," said Shen Miaomiao, noticing how Nanzhi was wincing in pain.

"Um, okay, you can drive this afternoon."

Nanzhi didn’t decline as the mule cart, at least, had quilts and straw to sit on, unlike the axle where she only had an old piece of clothing.

Especially yesterday when they drove on a mountain road – it nearly shook her bottom to pieces!

Today’s journey should be easier, so letting Miaomiao drive wasn’t a big deal.

The pancakes they had prepared before leaving were now unbearably dry.

"Fat girl, come and eat something," Lin Yicheng’s voice was somewhat weak. His bottom had been so sore from driving these past few days.

Nanzhi tried to take it, but Lin Yicheng’s hand trembled and the pancake fell to the ground.

Nanzhi looked at the pancake land heavily on the floor and swallowed hard.

Could they still eat this pancake?

Lin’s father also choked after a few bites, sighing and shaking his head.

The three little ones, too, had lost their initial energy. They were all looking pretty down.

The water in the bamboo tube wasn’t much. It would not be possible to even make porridge now.

Unless they could find a place with water to rest soon.

After much difficulty, Nanzhi picked up the pancake from the ground and winced in pain as she crouched down in the corner.

She would be better off dead than sitting directly on the ground now.

Having just managed to finish a pancake with some cold water, Nanzhi’s face had already crumpled up.

The village of Lihua was now completely plunged in darkness; all the trees on West Mountain had withered away, taking along with them the once vibrant East Mountain, which was now completely silent.

Faintly, one could still see heat spreading into the air.

River Clam was aimlessly gazing at the sky from within the well, feeling the temperature of the water around him rising again, before reluctantly opening its shell to breathe.

In less than half an hour, the temperature of the well water had dropped a bit.

If it was unable to leave with that woman in the end, it might as well stay in this well and meditate intensively, waiting for the right moment to find her again.

Thinking of how the woman had taken its pearl and left it behind, River Clam was so furious it gritted its teeth. Just wait and see, any suffering would serve her right!

She’d dare to leave it behind!

When Shen Wenchen spotted the sparrow flying in his direction, his immediate instinct was to swipe at it. It was only when Adai, out of sheer exhaustion, dropped down, that he managed to hold back his hand.

Looking at the unconscious sparrow, worn out from fatigue, Shen Wenchen’s face turned stern. Could something have happened to Zhiyu and the others?

Seeing that Adai had turned totally black, Shen Wenchen undid the piece of paper from its foot.

Looking at the densely packed characters written on the paper, he could feel his temples pounding.

That woman’s handwriting was downright ugly.

After looking at it carefully for a good length of time, he finally understood Nanzhi’s intention.

Yan City?

Remembering what General Song had said that morning, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. The army now needed people to go to Yan City to hunt down the followers of the Second Prince. But if he were to leave here...

As he was thinking, the twelfth child knocked on the door from outside: "Older Brother Shen, it’s time to eat."

Upon hearing his voice, Shen Wenchen’s gaze softened a bit, and he made up his mind.

"Come in."

"Older Brother Shen."

Just as the twelfth child entered, he saw Shen Wenchen’s mouth curling into a smile, and his immediate reaction was to retreat.

"Do you want to see Shen Miaomiao?"

Hearing Shen Wenchen utter the three words "Shen Miaomiao", the twelfth child’s retreating leg immediately stopped, and he did not forget to close the door. Only then did he eagerly respond: "Yes!"

Heaven knew how much he wanted to!

He had wanted to use Shen Wenchen’s sparrow to send a letter to his sister-in-law for Miaomiao to read, but Shen Wenchen was too stingy and would only write a few words after pondering for a long while.

Whenever he thought about writing a letter to Miaomiao on the back of the paper, he would get kicked several times by him!

Thinking of Miaomiao’s face, the twelfth child’s ears turned red.

Shen Wenchen, looking at his reaction, felt embarrassed: "General Song wants to send people to Yan City to investigate the followers of the Second Prince. Will you go?"

The twelfth child was stunned: "Yan City?"

Yan City was very far from Qingyun County and was not on the way.

"Unusual phenomena have appeared in Qingyun County, and Shen Miaomiao, your sister-in-law, and the others are rushing to Yan City."

"I will go!"

The twelfth child immediately agreed and nodded, fearing Shen Wenchen might change his mind.

"Alright, I will go to General Song later. You should quickly pack your things. Be careful on this mission, and don’t disturb them."

"Okay!"

Watching the twelfth child leaving the room excitedly, Shen Wenchen’s eyes darkened.

In his last life, Qingyun County just suffered from a drought, and he thought that finding a spring on East Mountain would allow Nanzhi and Zhiyu to wait safely for him to return.

Why were there "unusual phenomena" in this life?

Storing the paper carefully, Shen Wenchen began to feel the wooden hairpin with his hand.