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For some reason, even though it was an exquisite and luxurious carriage, the people sitting inside must be either rich or noble. However, there was a sense of embarrassment in his eyes. Perhaps it was the mud on the wheels of the carriage. Upon closer inspection, the exceptionally gorgeous walls of the carriage were still sprinkled with specks of mud, which gave the carriage an appearance of being in a sorry state.

This was a small village called Li family's Hollow. Usually, because of the poor roads, very few people would come and go. If no one from outside came, then naturally no one would take the initiative to leave this small village. Only the occasional fugitive or emigrant would come here to settle down. Most of the villagers were pure and kind. Even if they met these people, they would not have any thoughts about the outsiders. They would only enthusiastically arrange things for them to live in. As long as it wasn't a bad person, it wouldn't be difficult to blend into the village.

It would only be more lively if there were more people in the village. Every time an outsider wanted to settle down, an older person in the village would say the same thing. Therefore, although the village was small, it had a large population. Even though there were no outsiders at the entrance of the village, there were still some old people and children gathered there, talking and laughing.

One day, such a carriage had arrived in a secluded village, and people were curious to find out if the person riding on it was a rich or powerful person. Even those elders who thought themselves knowledgeable couldn't help but feel curious. They stretched their necks and stared at the luxurious carriage with wide, dazed eyes.

The village was small to begin with, and this sudden novelty quickly caused the nearby men's wives, who had finished inserting the rice, to gather in a circle and point at the carriage as they discussed.

The village had already become lively because of this sudden visitor, but in reality, this visitor was still walking in the fields that were not too close to the entrance of the village.

It had rained a few days ago, and although the rain was not heavy, it had lasted for a long time, causing the roads in the fields to be muddy. The villagers had lived generation after generation in this heaven's gift, so they were used to this small inconvenience.

That's right, this carriage was the one that drove out of Loyal Marquis Palace earlier. Inside the carriage was the principal wife of Loyal Marquis Palace, Madam Loyal Marquis, Mrs. Rong Yun. This time, they were here to find a marriage for the young miss of the Loyal Marquis Palace, Yun Qiu.

The reason she came to such a remote village to choose a husband for Yun Qiu was because she had her own considerations.

The first reason was to let Yun Qiu marry a little further away so that she wouldn't get in the way of others looking at him. Yun Qiu was different from Yun Dong, she looked just too similar to her mother.

She was originally the childhood sweetheart of her husband. Even though she was born into a rich and powerful family, her father was still a big official in the capital. Adding on the fact that Yun Family and the Rong family had a layer of kinship, if one counted carefully, she and her husband was still cousins. He had often played together since he was young. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a childhood sweetheart. The two of them could have become husband and wife, but who would have thought that Cheng Dingjin would suddenly appear. The Yun Family elders coveted the power and influence of the Wen family and privately decided on a marriage for Yun Zhong. Yun Zhongxin had no choice but to obey.

However, she was unwilling.

Why was it that ever since she was young, she had always been the one to steal from other people. No one had ever stolen from her before. Mrs. Rong, who was used to being strong and forceful, did not give up even after her lover had given birth to children. She forcefully rejected all the offers of marriage, and was only willing to marry Yun Zhongxin, even as a concubine.

Her parents could not force her, and her daughter had waited year after year. Seeing that she was about to become an old lady who could not be married off, they were forced to agree to marry her to Yun Zhongxin as a concubine.

When she reached the Hou Mansion, she relied on her beauty and her childhood sweetheart to easily get the love of her husband, and even personally made her principal wife, whom she shouldn't have a husband's love, be rejected. However, the grievance from being abandoned all those years ago had not dissipated until … That woman died of many diseases because of her weak body. She finally fulfilled the dream of being a young girl and became the legitimate wife of her husband.

However, after only a few years of peace, the pair of children left behind by that woman had gradually grown up. Especially the daughter, she had a vivid expression and even her casual tone of voice was vivid. It made people feel indescribably annoyed.

She had always liked things watertight, and revenge was the same. It was better to be thorough.

Therefore, it was not enough to just let that woman's daughter stay far away from him. She wanted him to make sure that she would be poor even in a place where she couldn't see him, and never be able to rise again.

Mrs. Rong thought a lot, his hands were also tightly clenched because of the life of Yun Qiu that she had in her heart, and the embroidered handkerchief in his hands was already disfigured. Since she was not angry, this was enough to show the excitement of the owner of the brocade handkerchief.

Just as Mrs. Rong was thinking of the beauty of the situation, she suddenly felt the carriage shake. Because of the imbalance between the two of them, she tilted her head and landed on the side of the carriage, causing a sound of exhaling air to ring out, and when she stood up again, her delicate forehead had already turned red.

Mrs. Rong still did not know of her honor, but she was enraged by the carriage's action. She raised the curtain and scolded without even looking outside, "You dog slave! How do you drive a carriage? "

Seeing the lady lose her temper, the coachman knew that nothing bad would happen, so he hurriedly explained, "Please forgive my apologies, but the road conditions are too bad. A few days ago it was raining and this place is not an official road, I did not investigate it and so I ended up scaring you. My lady, if you don't remember this person, please forgive me this time."

Mrs. Rong looked at the carriage driver who was crawling on the ground and shivering, gave an indifferent glance to him, then turned his gaze to the outside of the carriage.

What entered his eyes was a large piece of farmland. On July day, people were in a hurry to plant the late rice seedlings. At this moment, the farmland was covered by a shallow layer of water with neat seedlings. At first glance, it looked very clear and beautiful.

However, Mrs. Rong did not understand any of this. To her, the most beautiful things were the silks, silk, satin and emerald glass.

She carelessly looked at the plains, and when she lowered her head to look at the road below her, she finally understood the mistake of that skilled coachman from before.

Was this really a road?

Rather than calling it a muddy road, it was more like a swamp, shallows, mud, and water. Mixed in with it were messy footprints. They were extremely clear as they sunk deep into the mud. Their carriage, however, was stuck in the mud on the road. She had never intended to stay outside for long. If the road conditions were the same along the way, then she would have wasted most of her time on the road. She didn't want to waste time on that woman's daughter. It was not worth it.

However, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get to the village that he had investigated about earlier. It was a pity that this was originally a family of poor peasants of the third generation. Their family had many sons, and they were so poor that they couldn't even manage their food and drinks everyday. If someone didn't want the betrothal gift, they would be extremely grateful to gift him a daughter-in-law.