sjar Chapter 619 The Bitter Cold Land
Chapter 619 The Bitter Cold Land
They can kill ordinary people, but if they kill officials, it will inevitably bring disaster.
Therefore, Meng escaped the disaster.
She was walking absent-mindedly on the street and ran into Ji Nanchuan who was drunk again, and then she sent him back to the Marquis' Mansion.
Then, Xia Chuhe sent someone to deliver a letter, but it was intercepted by her.
The next day, she received news that the Xia family had moved overnight.
Meng now doesn’t know who killed Xia Chuhe’s parents, but she heard the man in black mention “Prince”.
She guessed that the person provoked was a member of the royal family, and the identity of this "prince" was not simple.
No matter how powerful the Yongning Marquisate is, how could it possibly be a match for someone from the royal family?
If Ji Nanchuan really saw the letter and went to find Xia Chuhe, wouldn't he also offend that "Prince"?
In this case, it remains unknown whether he can survive at the hands of the other party.
Meng wanted to marry Ji Nanchuan and become the mistress of the Yongning Marquis' Mansion, so naturally she had to find a way to keep Ji Nanchuan.
So she did all this selfishly and destroyed the letter.
Xia Chuhe asked several times in a row, but Meng just didn't answer, or made up an excuse to get away with it.
She knew very well that the death of the other party's parents was closely related to that "Prince", but she also contributed to it.
If not, how could the man in black have found out the identities of the Xia family so quickly?
Then perhaps, Xia Chuhe's parents would not have died.
Meng asked Xia Chuhe to come over today just to provoke her and had no intention of revealing the matter of the "Prince".
She was not afraid of the disaster herself, but she was mainly worried that her three sons would be retaliated against by the other party.
Seeing that Mrs. Meng refused to answer her questions, Xia Chuhe knew that it would be difficult to get anything out of her today.
She said, "Whether you know the identity of the person who killed my parents or not, you are definitely involved in this matter. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me now. The truth will come out one day."
"When the time comes, I will make you pay the price you deserve."
Upon hearing this, Meng sneered twice.
"It's useless for you to threaten me. I wasn't the one who killed your parents. If you have the ability, go find the murderer and avenge your parents."
She knew that with Xia Chuhe's abilities, she could never be a match for the prince, and she was afraid that she didn't even have the qualifications to meet him.
Therefore, the possibility of her seeking revenge is almost zero.
Xia Chuhe clenched her fists. She looked at Meng with hatred and wanted to kill her.
But she knew that she couldn't touch Meng's family yet, let alone that man.
If you want revenge, you have to think long and hard.
Xia Chuhe took a deep breath, suppressed the hatred surging in her heart, gritted her teeth and said: "Whether I can take revenge or not is not up to you. As long as there is even the slightest possibility, I will definitely find the murderer who killed my parents."
After she finished speaking, she no longer paid any attention to Meng and turned around and left without looking back.
Meng looked at her leaving back, a triumphant smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
The reason why she told Xia Chuhe about her parents was to test her attitude and see if she wanted revenge.
It turned out that she did want revenge.
Meng actually hoped that she could take revenge, so that Xia Chuhe would destroy herself without her having to do it herself.
On the other side, after leaving the city, Ji Yuntang and Luo Junhe rode their horses at full speed all the way to Liangzhoukou.
They managed to shorten the journey of half a month to six days.
Liangzhoukou is indeed a bitterly cold place. As soon as he arrived here, Ji Yuntang felt the biting chill in the wind, scratching his cheeks like a blade.
The temperature here is at least ten degrees lower than that in Beijing.
Fortunately, there were a lot of warm clothes in her space. Ji Yuntang found a place where no one was around and put one on each of herself and Luo Junhe. Only then did they feel a little warmer.
She and Luo Junhe led the horses, preparing to find an inn to stay in first, and then investigate the whereabouts of An Qi and Long Yin.
As Ji Yuntang walked, he looked at the environment and current situation of Liangzhoukou.
The city was not big, and the streets were lined with starving people. Ragged beggars could be seen everywhere, kneeling on the roadside begging passers-by to give them some food.
Most of the shops on the street have closed down. Occasionally, you can see a few restaurants still open, and their doors are filled with hungry people begging for food.
Looking around, the long-term famine has caused the lakes to dry up, the fish and shrimps on the cracked earth have died, the crops in the fields have failed, and even the weeds have withered.
The people in the city all had expressions of despair and lifelessness on their faces.
When Ji Yuntang and Luo Junhe saw this scene, they felt extremely heavy.
The high-ranking officials in the capital city are rich and glorious, and they have fun all day long.
However, the people in Liangzhoukou could only eat some grass and tree roots to fill their stomachs.
Here, it seems that even survival has become a luxury for them.
Suddenly, Ji Yuntang heard the voice of someone selling grain.
When she walked over and took a look, she found that the price of old rice had reached three hundred coins.
Polished rice is more expensive, costing four hundred coins to buy polished rice.
Even the most common brown rice has risen to fifty cents.
Despite the shockingly high price, the rice shop was still crowded with people wanting to buy rice.
Just when Ji Yuntang was thinking about how to help them, there was suddenly a commotion in front of the rice shop.
A figure was kicked in front of her and almost hit Ji Yuntang.
She looked down and found that the person lying on the ground was a boy of about eleven or twelve years old. The boy was very thin, with sunken cheeks, and looked like skin and bones.
He struggled for a few times before he got up from the ground, knelt in front of the rice shop and began to beg for mercy.
"Please, shopkeeper, please be kind and sell me some brown rice. My brother is sick and the doctor said he will starve to death if he doesn't have any more food."
The rice shop owner raised his brows and looked at him fiercely.
"You have no money and you still want to eat brown rice? Get as far away from me as you can. Do you think I'm doing charity?"
"Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."
The boy was afraid, but he did not leave. He continued, "I can work for you. Please sell me some rice. I don't want too much. Just three or five handfuls will be enough."
"As long as you are willing to sell it to me, I can do anything you ask me to do."
The shopkeeper looked him up and down and said with great disdain: "You are so skinny that you can't even see two taels of meat, and you still want to work for me. Can you do the work?"
"Get out of here now, don't delay my business."