exile? She emptied the emperor's private treasury and escaped from famine

Dali Temple Prison.

"Miss, miss, I don't want to be separated from you!"

"Old lady, save me!"

In the dark, gloomy, damp and smelly cage, the maids and women who were imprisoned with the female members of the Nan family were dragged out one by one by the jailers for sale.

The same scene was played out not far away in the cell where the men of the Abnan family were watching.

Crying and grieving, the prisoners in other rooms were attracted to watch. These wealthy families, without their servants and followers, became like them.

Come on, no one here is special, everyone has to suffer.

As the last maid beside her was dragged away, the sad Su Yanning turned around and saw that among the women, Wei Chuyu was the only one standing aside indifferently, as if the matter had nothing to do with her and was indifferent.

It seemed out of place with them.

Why can she, Wei Chuyu, stay out of the matter?

There was a faint pain in her waist, and Su Yanning suddenly raised her voice: "Wei Chuyu, it was you who injured me. My maid is gone. Come and serve me!"

The sudden cry disturbed Wei Chuyu, who was sorting out the space with her consciousness. She raised her eyes and looked at the woman who was bossing her around, her eyebrows slightly raised.

It was actually the Su Yanning she had met when she first arrived.

Did she hear it correctly? She was asked to be served by Wei Chuyu?

What's wrong?

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

"Grandma, you don't want to punish Wei Chuyu with family laws, let her take care of me instead!"

Obviously, Su Yanning has already filed a complaint.

Seeing her waving her hands around, Wei Chuyu clicked her tongue twice in her heart, bouncing off the stone wall she was leaning against: "I said that I was in a coma and had a nightmare at the time. It was an unintentional mistake, and I also apologized to you."

"How can I forget it?" Su Yanning leaned forward to highlight her waist, her face seemed to be in pain, "My waist still hurts."

Su Yanning's mother Nan Yufang, the eldest daughter born to the old lady, stood up with displeasure in her voice.

"Yes, mother, we Yan Ning have been well-behaved since we were little. We hold her in the palm of our hands and no one dares to hit or scold us. Even if Wei Chuyu makes a mistake and is rude as soon as he enters the door, he has broken the rules."

Wei Chuyu found out from her memory that after the man died, Aunt Nan was disliked by her husband's family because she had not given birth to a son. When the old lady was ill, she took her daughter back to her parents' home to visit her. He stayed in the name of filial piety and stayed there for a year and a half.

It was a good time for the government to raid homes.

No matter how she explained that she was married, Jingyiwei just didn't treat her as an outsider of the Nan family, so they were imprisoned together in this secret prison.

The old lady was sitting on the hay pile in a slightly embarrassed state, holding half a wooden stick in her hand. Her eyes, yellowed by age, seemed to be thinking.

Wei Chuyu had a faint smile on his face: "Then you take off your clothes in front of everyone, and I will examine your injuries?"

His expression was that of a human trafficker who deceived young children.

How can you let yourself be the one taking off your clothes when there are so many people?

Su Yanning wasn't sure what she wanted to do, but her intuition wasn't very good. She snorted and hurriedly pinched the old lady's sleeves and shook them.

"Grandma, please make the decision quickly. Look at her."

The old lady rubbed the stick used as a crutch and looked at Wei Chuyu without saying anything for a while.

Since she made a mistake, of course she must be punished, but she must also use it on the edge. They know nothing about the outside world now, and there are always people moving around, which also makes the family easier, so why not let Wei Chuyu …

Seeing her grandmother's hesitation, Su Yanning would not let her go. She hurriedly cursed Wei Chuyu:

"Harmful spirit! You brought bad luck to our palace as soon as you got married, and you even hurt me. You are really harmful to others!"

Hearing what her daughter said, Nan Yufang suddenly felt a sense of awakening. No wonder she always disliked Wei Chuyu, so she agreed loudly:

"No wonder Yun Xin wants to help you cover up, saying that your father sent you to the temple for self-cultivation since you were a child, but in fact he is afraid that you are such an ominous thing that no one can bear it!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the people in grief felt like a heavy stone was weighing down their hearts. Suddenly there was a gap, and the depression and injustice suddenly spread there.

"Is she really that?"

"I've heard about it a long time ago. It seems that this rumor is not groundless."

"It's not like she's poor and has nowhere to support her. My aunt Xue Yunxin is such a kind person. How could she not tolerate her?"

"If that's really the case, it would be a pity that our county and prince's palace would suffer!"

……

For a while, there were constant voices of suspicion and blame, including from the male side.

With these shrewd eyes, it was clear that Xue Wei came to ransack the house. He didn't dare to accuse Jingyiwei, so he put the blame on her. Is it easy to treat her as a soft persimmon?

Wei Chuyu stepped to the center of the cell, looked at the group of people around him, and said with a calm sneer: "Why, it's not me today, how can it be different if I marry someone else?"

Her eyes were sharp, and wherever she looked she seemed to be piercing people, and some people couldn't help but lower their heads.

"Which family? Tell me, which family's daughter can change the emperor's will by marrying into it?"

"Is she my sister-in-law? You believe my mother-in-law is kind so much, so why didn't she marry her daughter to your palace? Why didn't she marry her?"

As soon as Wei Chuyu's words came out, everyone was stunned, and no one opened their mouths to speak.

After a while, there was a questioning voice: "Didn't you say that you were forced to marry into our county prince's palace at the risk of death?"

Wei Chuyu wanted to sneer three times on behalf of the original owner, and directly shook the news: "Am I deliberately planning this? To tell you the truth, my father saw that the wind was going in the wrong direction early in the morning."

It is time to rectify the name of the original owner.

Everyone's eyes widened and they realized that the minister and his wife had not kept their word and had been busy trying to distance themselves from the palace.

Wei Chuyu walked towards Su Yanning and shouted at her unnatural expression: "It's unreasonable and has no self-awareness!"

Su Yanning immediately blushed.

You picked up a wife for nothing, and you are so used to it!

"Chu Yu is right. If you want to blame, blame me. It's my fault. Minister Wei managed to raise her with great difficulty. She was the one who was affected." The eldest lady choked with sobs.

"I shouldn't, shouldn't have raised He'er up to such an impressive level. When he was ill, the fifth prince came up to remonstrate with the emperor and ordered him to go on an expedition."

The eldest lady's eyes were filled with tears, and tears were streaming down her face.

"I shouldn't have failed to persuade him when he was ordered to go on an expedition. I'm sorry, everyone."

"If anything happens to He'er, I, Cheng Tongshu..." The eldest lady's sad eyes turned to death, but she became extraordinarily determined, "I will definitely give you an explanation."

"Auntie, you are my biological mother, don't think so, you still have me and Xue'er!" Nan Zhize, who was on the male side, was picking at the wooden fence, anxious.

Nan Zhize is the posthumous son of the second wife. The second wife and the eldest brother are brothers from the same father and mother, and they have a very good relationship.

It's just that the master of the second wife passed away early, and his wife remarried not long after. Nan Zhize was raised by his eldest aunt Cheng, and his cousin Nan Zhihe was like a real brother.

How could he accept that Cheng was determined to die?

Seven-year-old Nan Zhixue saw her cousin anxious and sensed something was wrong with her mother, so she quickly hugged her and called her mother.

Wei Chuyu looked at the mother and daughter who were gradually crying: "..."

It's not necessary for your son to be exiled later.

"Madam, don't think so..." Seeing that Cheng Tongshu was determined to die, someone tried their best to persuade her.

Everyone did not understand the true meaning of the emperor's sentence.

Nan Yufang on the side looked at the Dafang family and muttered: "It's your and your son's fault."