Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 139: She Must Die?

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: She Must Die?

Having experienced drought for over half a year, it seemed as if this rainstorm was trying to make up for all the lost rainfall in the past.

Nanzhi lay on the cart unconscious, Zhiyu too collapsed by her side, exhausted from crying, leaving only Shen Miaomiao to worry about their situation.

She was sure that her brother and the others would come looking for her and Sister Nanzhi, but she was uncertain if it was safe to continue waiting here.

As the dark water was still surging, it even appeared to have risen since earlier.

Looking at the still unconscious Nanzhi, the young girl clenched her teeth, got out of the cart, and began steering the cart by pulling the rope.

The mule, scurrying around and drenched in the rain for so long, snorted discontentedly, refusing to move.

Although Shen Miaomiao had learned to steer the cart from Nanzhi, this was when the mule was in a better mood. At this point, not only the mule, but even she felt uncomfortable all over. Yet she feared that if they didn’t start moving, the rising water would make it impossible to leave later on.

"Mule brother, please, you must move on," the young girl clasped her hands and pleaded.

The mule snorted once more, then reluctantly began moving its hooves.

Why was this woman so clueless?

Didn’t she notice how exhausted it was?

She hadn’t even fed it a single sweet potato!

Despite its dissatisfaction, the mule was clever and knew danger was imminent with the rising water. It flicked its tail and began to move forward resolutely.

Shen Miaomiao, surprised and delighted that the mule cart began to advance, was immediately splashed in the face by the dirty water flicked up by the mule’s tail.

Wiping the grimy water splash from her face, she quickly said, "Mule brother, if you could find a place with people, I’ll give you pancakes to eat!"

She wasn’t sure if it was just a figment of her imagination, but it seemed as though her words made the mule cart move a bit more quickly.

Although she found it strange, she didn’t think much about it.

Right now, all that mattered was that the mule began to move, and she could only hope that it was clever enough to lead them to an inhabited village.

Thinking of how Nanzhi looked inside the cart, Shen Miaomiao’s nose tingled, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

If only she were more capable and could aid Nanzhi in steering the cart.

Thinking of her bloodstained hands, the young girl sniffled and held back her tears.

Who knows how Nanzhi was doing. Instead of spending time crying, she should focus on steering the cart, hurry up and find a dry place where she could heat up some water for Nanzhi.

Nanzhi was in severe pain, as if her head was like a bowl of tofu pudding being tossed and turned about.

Just when she finally fell asleep, she started to dream.

In her dream, she fell from the mule cart and was taken care of by Shen Miaomiao and Zhiyu after catching a chill from the rain. She managed to hang on for nine days, but failed to make it to a doctor in the city. They never even saw Yan City.

She then became a wandering spirit, following their cart as it traveled towards Yan City. On the road, she saw Little Zhiyu crying until her eyes were swollen, and Shen Miaomiao becoming as thin as a bamboo pole, her complexion ashen like that of a dying person.

But they were fortunate, the pair of them, young and old, encountered plenty of dangers but turned them into fortuities.

She also saw Su Tao in the dream. Su Tao was in Yan City too, but she was no longer the girl who had to seek refuge in someone else’s house to escape marriage.

She was an extraordinary woman in Yan City.

With her "Ice-Skin Cream," she conquered the entire city and also won the admiration of the city’s master and many young talents with her beauty.

Shen Miaomiao recognized Su Tao and thus got the chance to enter the city with Zhiyu.

Because Su Tao remembered having stayed at the Shen’s family and had a good impression of Shen Miaomiao, she had helped them a lot, enabling them to settle down in Yan City, awaiting Aunt Guihua and the rest of the group to arrive.

And then there was the person who found out about their own death, who spent many a quiet night lost in contemplation, clutching their hairpin.

She didn’t know why he would be upset, but the thought gave her a small sense of satisfaction.

She drifted around Yan City for a long time, not meeting her mother even once until New Year’s Eve.

However, that night, she saw Shen Wenchen and Su Tao cross paths.

Watching the exchange of glances between the two, Nanzhi was about to shake her head and sigh when there was a sudden flash of white light, then she woke up.

Looking up at the familiar woven bamboo ceiling of the mule cart, Nanzhi looked perplexed.

Hadn’t she become Apiao?

Shen Zhiyu had been patting her forehead. Seeing his mother awake, he was so delighted that he choked on his tears.

However, instead of rushing to embrace Nanzhi, he stumbled off the mule cart.

"Auntie! Mom’s awake!"

The little boy’s voice was hoarse, hearing it, Nanzhi’s heart ached for him.

Shen Miaomiao had been outside the cart cooking porridge. After hearing Zhiyu’s words, she left the cooking pot and quickly lifted the cart curtain to ask, "Sister Nanzhi, how are you feeling?"

Nanzhi was about to answer when a sharp pain shot through her throat. Despite opening and closing her mouth, she wasn’t able to make a sound.

Seeing Nanzhi like this, Shen Miaomiao quickly asked, "Sister Nanzhi, do you want some water? Blink your eyes if that’s the case."

Nanzhi forcefully blinked twice after hearing this. At this point, she wasn’t just thirsty, she was desperate enough to dunk her head into a river.

Seeing Nanzhi’s reaction, Shen Miaomiao quickly said, "Wait for a moment, I’ll heat up some water. Zhiyu, be a good boy and watch over your mother."

The little boy nodded and climbed back onto the cart to continue patting Nanzhi’s forehead.

Seeing his eyes swollen like walnuts, Nanzhi’s eyes welled up with tears.

"Don’t cry, mom. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Seeing his mother cry, the little one was flustered, worried she was feeling discomfort somewhere.

Nanzhi shook her head with difficulty, tenderness filling her eyes as she looked at Zhiyu.

She remembered the "substitute spirit" in her dream had said that she was Lin Nanzhi, and Zhiyu was her child.

She and Zhiyu were not just mother and son in name anymore.

Meanwhile, Shen Miaomiao had been heating water in a small pot, and now she came over with a bamboo tube.

"Sister Nanzhi, drink slowly."

The girl gently fed her water while saying, "Sister Nanzhi, you gave Zhiyu and me such a scare. You’ve been sleeping for five days. I could only feed you thin porridge every day. Zhiyu’s eyes turned swollen from crying. You have to get better quickly."

Seeing her earnest eyes, it would be a lie to say that Nanzhi wasn’t moved. Before she had traveled into the book, the only one who had treated her this well was her grandmother.

After she had traveled into the book, even though she had been loved and cared for by her father and mother as well as the ladies in the neighborhood, in the end, the only friend she had really made was Shen Miaomiao.

Thinking about the dream she had just had, where she didn’t survive beyond ten days, Nanzhi’s face turned pale...

It was already the fifth day. Did she, a mere piece in the plot, have to die?

Was the course of this world destined to follow the original storyline in the book?

No matter what, they would have to leave Lihua Village, and Zhiyu would surely be raised by Shen Miaomiao. As for Shen Wenchen...

Was her own husband bound to fall in love with Su Tao and issue her a divorce letter?

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