A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Is it possible that the county magistrate mobilized soldiers just for a man named Wang? This is hard to justify no matter how you think about it.

Could it be because of something else?

The last time it was the Purple Guards who found Prince Wang’s mansion. The Purple Guards are under the jurisdiction of the capital, and they handle the more private matters of the royal family. Even if they go to the local authorities, they will not tell the truth to them, and at most ask the local authorities to assist in the investigation.

The Purple Guards disappeared in Minhuang County since that night, and Prince Wang has been hiding in the mountains for many days. In theory, the actions of local officials and soldiers this time should have nothing to do with him.

"Don't act rashly yet. Just stay in the house and act according to circumstances."

There are people everywhere inside and outside. Even if I rush out, I will implicate my family. It is better to stay here and see what happens.

In the worst case scenario, if they are here to arrest Prince Wang, Wen Meijiu also has a way to help the three of them escape unscathed.

Zhi Zheng nodded, agreeing with him. His judgment was similar to Wen Meijiu's.

"Brother Zhizheng, you can rub the tea on the young master's face, maybe he will wake up faster."

No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, you can't run fast with a burden.

Prince Wang was not seriously poisoned, and she injected him with an antidote in time and wiped his face more often, so he should be able to wake up soon.

Even if she could provide a guarantee, she still felt more at ease knowing that Young Master Wang had woken up. After all, there were so many soldiers and officers standing outside, and no one knew what their purpose was.

Zhi Zheng was wiping his young master's face, Wen Meijiu put his ear against the door, listening quietly to the noise outside.

After a while, the sound of footsteps of many people coming up the stairs was heard outside. Wen Meijiu's heart tightened and he squatted at the door to avoid being discovered by people outside.

"Bang, bang, bang." After the group of people came up, they lined up in a row and banged hard on the door of each box. The sound was rude and noisy.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"Who is it, where is the soul-caller?"

"Shopkeeper, we don't do that!"

The complaints of guests whose doors were knocked outside could be heard throughout the room.

After a while, there was the sound of a door hitting the wall, mixed with a woman's scream.

They were in the first box, and if there was no movement at all, it would be too suspicious. Wen Meijiu squatted at the door and called out to Zhi Zheng, but Zhi Zheng didn't notice at all and was still wiping Master Wang's face slowly.

She took off one of her shoes and threw it towards Zhi Zheng, but it went too far. Zhi Zheng moved to the side, and the shoe landed squarely on Prince Wang's head.

Oh! Why is it so small?

Wen Meijiu patted his forehead, feeling lucky that Young Master Wang was unconscious.

No matter how she shouted, she found that one of her shoes was missing. The noise outside was deafening, so she had no choice but to tiptoe from the door to the edge of the couch.

As soon as her fingers touched her shoes, she heard Zhi Zheng's excited voice.

"Master, are you awake?"

Zhi Zheng wet his handkerchief, turned around, and saw his son touching his forehead with a frown. He was immediately overjoyed.

With Zhizheng's help, Prince Wang slowly sat up, slightly opened his eyes, and asked incoherently:

"Who hit me just now?"

He shook his half-conscious head and was about to look up to stop the fight when he suddenly saw a bunch of living things wriggling at the lower left side of the couch. He immediately became alert and kicked them out.

"Wait, that's Wen..."

Although Zhi Zheng tried his best to stop it, he failed before Prince Wang raised his foot, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.