Chapter 13: To Be Buried Alive With Him?

“If the Prince is gone,” Zhi Zi continued, “will the court let the Princess Consort out? With the Prince, the Princess Consort has someone to rely on; if the Prince is gone, and the Princess Consort can’t leave, wouldn’t she be bullied to death by those insolent servants?”

Jian Lai sneered when he heard this.

This was what she really wanted to say, right?

Zhi Zi was clearly trying to get information from Mosheng, asking what would happen to the Princess Consort if the Prince was gone.

The Prince was still alive and well, and they, master and servant, were already eagerly arranging his funeral.

As expected, the most poisonous thing is a woman’s heart.

What was infuriating was that Mosheng, that fool, didn’t realize it at all.

When Mosheng heard that Prince Ping was gone, the water tap in his eyes seemed to malfunction, and he cried and cried, unable to be persuaded.

Zhi Zi: …

She could only comfort him softly.

Mosheng sobbed and left.

Zhi Zi sorted the things in the kitchen, neatly put them away, and silently calculated the news she had just inquired about.

Although she hadn’t found out about the arrangements for the Miss after the Prince’s death, the news she had found out should be helpful for them to adapt to life next.

Zhi Zi held up the little remaining only candle and came out of the kitchen.

Seeing Jian Lai still standing in the corridor, she smiled at Jian Lai, looking well-behaved.

Jian Lai didn’t give her a good look, and she didn’t seem to care.

Jian Lai thought, he had underestimated her.

Jiang Li and Douchou used two strings of coins to exchange for two candles that could be bought for twenty coins outside.

Good heavens, inflation was severe in the “prison”!

Could her two thousand taels of silver only be spent as two hundred taels of silver?

But in order to cope with the emergency, she could only do so.

Prince Ping’s room used oil lamps, and there was only one, so it couldn’t be spared.

Mosheng rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found half a candle, which he put in the kitchen to use.

She was careless, careless, she had forgotten about the candle.

“Let’s climb the wall again later to see if there are any peddlers selling them,” Jiang Li said to Douchou as she walked into the courtyard, bypassing the screen wall.

“Princess Consort, pay attention to your image,” Jian Lai suddenly said.

Putting “climbing the wall” on her lips, he had never seen such a lady of a noble family.

He now even suspected that the Duke’s Mansion had found a strange substitute from somewhere.

Jiang Li had a bit of a market atmosphere.

Lively, rough…

Although it hadn’t even been a day since she came, Jiang Li had gotten used to this person’s sarcasm.

It didn’t matter, she couldn’t beat him, she could endure it.

She just pretended not to hear and took Douchou’s hand to walk to her room.

But Jian Lai didn’t let her go.

He said coldly: “If something happens to the Prince, unless the Prince leaves a letter in advance with other arrangements for the Princess Consort, otherwise, according to the rules of this dynasty, a Princess Consort without children will be buried alive with him.”

Jiang Li was struck by lightning!

What?

Say it again!

Buried alive?

She was going to be buried alive with Prince Ping?

She hadn’t said this before!

If that was the case, then Prince Ping couldn’t die!

In front of Jian Lai, Jiang Li didn’t show it, and even had the demeanor of being unperturbed even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of her.

But after entering the room, she immediately couldn’t wait to ask Douchou and Zhi Zi: “Have you heard of this? Is this guy talking nonsense? Princess Consorts all come from high-ranking families, it’s unreasonable to be buried alive so casually, right?”

It couldn’t be just targeting her, this fallen woman from a declining noble family who had given up her identity, right!

Zhi Zi shook her head blankly: “This servant has never heard of it, and Mosheng hasn’t said it either. Don’t worry, I’ll ask Mosheng tomorrow.”

She also felt it was a bit unreliable, suspecting that Jian Lai was deliberately scaring people.

She didn’t have a good opinion of Jian Lai, and her opinion of Jian Lai was mutual.

Not a good thing.

Douchou said: “I did hear before that Prince Qi died a few years ago, he was only twenty-five years old, and he didn’t leave any children, and Prince Qi’s wife committed suicide… but it was said to be a suicide, not a burial.”

Jiang Li became nervous when she heard this: “There really are deaths?”

No matter what the reason was, she only looked at the result.

The result was that Prince Qi died, and Prince Qi’s wife also died.

As for what suicide, she didn’t believe it at all.

In this era where people eat people without spitting out bones, are there few things about women being forced to maintain chastity and forced to commit suicide?

It’s over, it’s over, she didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes, she hadn’t lived enough yet!

Prince Ping must hold on, hold on until the day she runs away!

Douchou nodded: “Yes. But Sister, even if we really have to die, we have to pull a few people from the Duke’s Mansion to be buried with us!”

“Spit, spit, spit, children’s words are not taboo, who wants to die? We all have to live well!” Jiang Li said, “Don’t panic, don’t panic, let me think again.”

She would definitely have a way.

What did Jian Lai say?

If Prince Ping didn’t leave a letter arranging for her, then she would have to be buried alive.

Then let Prince Ping leave a will to arrange for her!

That’s right, take down Prince Ping, wouldn’t that be the end of it?

And before that, she had to confirm that what Jian Lai said was true.

“If that’s really the case, Mosheng must also know. Zhi Zi, you inquire tomorrow.”

Zhi Zi was very good at inquiring about news.

Zhi Zi nodded.

“Okay, don’t think about it, it’s been a busy day, go to bed early, save candles!” Jiang Li announced.

There were two side rooms, and Douchou didn’t dare to sleep alone, so she shared a room with Jiang Li.

Jiang Li slept on the bed, and she slept on the couch.

Zhi Zi slept in another room by herself.

Perhaps she was tired from a day of tossing around, or perhaps it was because Prince Ping didn’t show much presence, Jiang Li was relieved, so she slept very soundly.

Douchou and Zhi Zi each had their own thoughts and didn’t sleep well, and both had dark circles under their eyes the next day.

Jiang Li was going to the kitchen to cook porridge.

“Miss, let this servant go.” Douchou looked in the direction of the main room.

Jiang Li understood in seconds.

If you’re reluctant to let go of Zhi Zi, you can’t get Mosheng to talk.

Sure enough, Zhi Zi was busy in the kitchen, and Mosheng also came in, smiling and saying; “Zhi Zi, I’m here to help you. Come, what are we eating today?”

Zhi Zi said obediently: “Brother Mosheng came at the right time, I’m worried about not knowing the Prince’s taste, and not knowing what to make, it’s fortunate that you came to help me.”

“The Prince eats everything! When he was besieged during the war, the conditions were difficult, and the Prince ate grass roots with everyone.”

Zhi Zi widened her eyes and admired: “The Prince is really a good person, he can share weal and woe with everyone.”

“That’s right, the Prince is especially good.”

Just, she had just praised herself yesterday for being “really a good person”, and today she used the same words to praise Prince Ping, and Mosheng was a little unhappy for some reason.

But then he thought, what virtue and ability did he have to be treated the same as the Prince?

Thinking like this, Mosheng was happy again.

Zhi Zi yawned.

“What, didn’t you sleep well last night?” Mosheng asked diligently, “Is it because you can’t sleep in a new place?”

“No.” Zhi Zi shook her head, “I have something on my mind, I can’t sleep.”

“What’s the matter? Are you not used to being here? Were you scared by that group of insolent servants? Don’t be afraid, there’s me… and Jian Lai! They don’t dare to bully you.”

“I’m not afraid of them. I heard Jian Lai say that if something happens to the Prince, the Princess Consort has no children, and she will be buried alive…”