Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

"The Regent is a legend. Although he is cruel and brutal, it is undeniable that everything he has taken on has been successfully resolved. Violence is just a means. Moreover, people have forgotten that he is only eighteen years old, so it is normal for his means to be immature."

Under the tree, a group of young beggars surrounded the old beggar and listened to his story. What are beggars afraid of? They speak without restraint and say anything. For such people, living one more day is a blessing.

He Sheng passed by and heard a few words. Eighteen? Thinking back, he was only thirteen when he started to seize power.

The imperial family is the most ruthless. At the beginning, he must have died if he could not successfully seize power, and he and the young emperor would inevitably fight to the death.

The shop at the end of the street was where He Sheng bought pastries for Cui Wuji yesterday. While there was still some time, she quickly went over and bought a few more packs.

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The scale of disaster relief was huge. It was said that the higher the official sent, the more importance the emperor attached to that place, and the more it reflected the emperor's compassion.

But I really don’t see how merciful he is in sending a disabled person to such a faraway place to provide disaster relief.

Before leaving, the emperor came to the city gate to see Cui Wuji off.

"Prince Regent, please take care of yourself on this trip. I will be waiting for your safe return in the capital."

He Sheng fell at the back of the crowd. This was her first time meeting the emperor. She had some similarities between her eyebrows and Cui Wuji. The two were related.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will do my best until my death."

The polite words were spoken nicely, and the two men exchanged a few more polite words, and the relief team was finally able to leave the city.

Set out with food, medicine and other things.

Cui Wuzhi's carriage was in the center, and He Sheng was given one to follow closely behind him.

But the carriage was too bumpy, and He Sheng didn't like doing that, so he sat on the top of the carriage to enjoy the breeze, and Qingfeng was the only one in the carriage.

He Sheng didn't want to take him with him, but without him, he had nowhere to go, so He Sheng felt like he was going out for a trip.

It takes five days to travel from the capital to Liaoyun Town, and the rest of the time is spent on traveling except for eating and sleeping.

It's only the first day and He Sheng can't stand it anymore. It's too boring to be confined in this team. She looks up at the sky and wishes for some assassins to cheer her up. It would be better if there were more of them, otherwise it would be bad if Cui Wuzhi thought he had made a big loss in this deal.

Everything was peaceful during the day, and He Sheng crossed his legs and waited for the night.

She reached into Cui Wuji's carriage and asked, "How many people want you dead?"

Cui Wuji's eyelids twitched at her uninvited visit, but he didn't say anything. He put down the teacup in his hand and said, "A lot, too many to count."

"Let me ask this another way. How many forces might have sent people to kill you along the way?"

Cui Wuji thought for a few seconds, "At least six waves."

"Tsk, that's quite a lot." He Sheng held his face with his hands, looking melancholy, "Will anyone come tonight?"

"not sure."

He Sheng sighed, "It's so hard for you to live."

Cui Wuji paused while adjusting the blanket on his legs, lowered his eyes and chuckled, "My life is still valuable."

He Sheng felt even more pity for the man in front of her who was only eighteen years old. She leaned over and rubbed his head, "Sleep well tonight. I won't let anything happen to you."

Cui Wuji turned his head to avoid her hand, "Don't touch me."

He Sheng couldn't touch his head, so he changed his target and grabbed a strand of his hair and rubbed it in his palm. His hair quality was quite good.

"By the way, this is for you." He Sheng took out the pastries he bought this morning, "I guess you might like them. Qing Zhao said you ate all the ones I gave you yesterday."

"...Qing Zhao is too talkative."

"I asked him first, don't blame him. I bought a little more today to entertain you on the way." He Sheng pushed the oil paper bag forward, "Let's go, go to bed early tonight."

He Sheng came and left in a hurry, and the slight movement of the curtain was the proof of her departure.

Cui Wuji stared at the oil-paper bag on the table in a daze. After a while, he said, "Childish."

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After delivering the things, He Sheng returned to his carriage to check on Qingfeng's condition. He gently lifted the curtain and saw Qingfeng leaning against the wall of the carriage, looking sickly with a pale face.

"Uncomfortable?"

He opened his eyes and saw that it was He Sheng. He sat up straight immediately, shook his head and nodded, "A little bit..."

The carriage was indeed bumpy. Cui Wuzhi's carriage was filled with thick cushions, which made it more comfortable. But Qingfeng's carriage had nothing but hard wooden boards.

"It was my negligence. I'm thick-skinned and didn't notice those things." As she spoke, she searched for useful things in the storage ring. She didn't find the mat, but there was a quilt. When she folded the quilt, the effect was almost the same as a thick mat.

He laid Qingfeng under him, "It should be better now."

"Excuse me, miss." He pursed his lips slightly.

"You said you were feeling uncomfortable, why didn't you tell me earlier? You still have to take care of yourself when you're out." He Sheng laughed at him, "If you hold back your discomfort, it will only make you feel worse. It's better to tell me earlier and find a way to solve it."

He responded in a low voice, "I know."

"Did you not have dinner?"

“…I can’t eat.”

He Sheng chuckled, "Then I'll give you these cakes. I wonder if you like them."

She was a good person. She bought one for everyone, not only him, but also Qingzhao. She was worrying about when to give it to him so that it wouldn't seem awkward.

"For...a slave?" He was quite surprised.

"Hmm, try it. I think it tastes pretty good." He Sheng pushed it in front of him. "If you can't finish it, save it for the journey. If you don't like it, don't force it on you. You can give it back to me."

She hopes that gift giving can be a mutually enjoyable process, rather than a psychological burden on the other person.

He opened his mouth hesitantly, "Okay..."

"You have a good rest. I'm leaving first." He Sheng got out of the carriage. It was getting late, and there was no village or shop nearby. He could only take a brief rest on the spot.

He Sheng sat on a tree branch and enjoyed the night view. This place was a little bit suitable for assassination.

If she wanted to kill Cui Wuzhi, she would definitely not miss this place.

She sat there and waited until late at night.

The only sound at night was the rustling of leaves in the wind, and apart from that, she keenly heard the sound of branches being stepped on by foot.

The sound was not loud and most people could not hear it, but He Sheng had sharp senses.

She grinned and the fun began.

She jumped down from the tree lightly, determined the general direction, and moved to their side like a ghost.

The leading man in black made a series of gestures with the others, probably their secret language, which He Sheng could not understand.

She leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What did that mean just now?"

The leader cursed subconsciously, "Don't you think your eyes are for venting your anger?"

Suddenly remembering his situation, his hair stood on end and he turned his head stiffly, meeting He Sheng's eyes.

He Sheng smiled "friendly" and said, "Please teach me."

He held the sword at his waist and drew it towards He Sheng's neck, but He Sheng's sword was faster than his.