Chapter 3: Really Going to Lose the Child?

Lin Zhiyi took out a stack of land deeds, property contracts, and the Qin family’s slave contracts for all their servants.

When the maids entered the main courtyard, she had found the location of these items using the original character’s memories, gathering everything, including the silver notes.

Chai Ya, too busy arguing with the maids, had naturally missed it.

“Chai Ya, take these items and go find Fang Mama…”

Lin Zhiyi handed the land deeds and slave contracts to Chai Ya and whispered a few words in her ear.

Chai Ya’s eyes lit up, and she immediately said, “I’ll go take care of it now.”

Lin Zhiyi then instructed, “When you return, bring back a prescription for miscarriage medicine.”

Once this child issue was taken care of, she would settle accounts with these people one by one.

Chai Ya hesitated for a moment. “Miss, are you really not going to keep this child?”

“Qin Lang is planning to marry another woman. Does he still want me to have his child? Dream on!”

Lin Zhiyi’s words surprised Chai Ya.

Just two days ago, when Lin Zhiyi heard about the Lin family’s downfall, she was so agitated that she almost lost her temper, speaking timidly in front of her husband, always apologizing to him.

She had even feared that the Lin family’s troubles would drag down her husband, so she had forced Lin Fu to write a severance letter, and she was satisfied only when that was done.

But now, just two days later, she had completely changed.

Chai Ya, concerned that Lin Zhiyi might regret her decision, reminded her, “Miss, if you get rid of this child, I’m afraid it won’t be easy to explain to your husband. You and your husband…”

It could truly be the end.

“Do I really need to explain anything to him? When he asked me to step aside for his second wife, did he explain anything to me? Stop dawdling, go quickly.”

The reason Lin Zhiyi entrusted these important matters to Chai Ya was that, according to the book, Chai Ya had always been the most loyal servant to the original character, along with Fang Mama.

Fang Mama was the original character’s wet nurse. She had often warned the original character to be cautious, sensing that the Qin family was not truly kind to her.

But the original character thought Fang Mama was sowing discord between them and accused her of causing trouble. She gave Fang Mama the slave contract and had her sent away.

Fang Mama left reluctantly. She had raised the original character since childhood, and seeing her daughter marry and cast her aside broke her heart.

She kowtowed three times and kept looking back as she walked away, leaving Qin’s house with red eyes.

The original character still had feelings for Fang Mama, and when she left the Qin family, the original character gave her a house in the capital.

That house was one the original character had personally bought for Fang Mama, so she knew where it was.

These two servants had both died because of their loyalty to the original character, as they had been manipulated by the Qin family.

Seeing Chai Ya about to leave, Lin Zhiyi called out, “Can you get out?”

Chai Ya patted her chest. “Don’t worry, Miss. I know what I’m doing. There’s a small hole in the east wall; I’ve crawled out through it before. I won’t let them see me.”

After seeing Chai Ya leave, Lin Zhiyi felt a sense of discomfort, so she entered her space and lay down on the memory foam mattress, waiting for Chai Ya to return.

Perhaps because this body was too delicate or due to the pregnancy, the exertion from earlier made her fall asleep.

She only woke up when she heard Chai Ya calling her. She quickly came out of the space.

“Chai Ya, stop calling, I’m here.”

Chai Ya ran over. “Miss, why are you sitting on the ground?”

Lin Zhiyi pointed at the room. “Sitting on the bed or sitting on the ground, there’s no difference.”

Chai Ya put down the medicine she was holding and helped Lin Zhiyi up. “I forgot you’re unwell, Miss. I should have helped you settle in before I left, letting you rest first.”

Lin Zhiyi looked at the medicine on the floor and asked, “Where did the money come from? I think I forgot to give you money when you left.”

“Miss, it’s from my monthly allowance. I’ve been saving it up and didn’t want to spend it, thinking I could send it home to my parents one day. Now that you’re in trouble, it’s the perfect time to use it.”

Lin Zhiyi was touched. Luckily, she still had such a loyal maidservant.

“Miss, I’ve taken care of everything you asked. Fang Mama wants you to see for yourself. She’ll make sure the Qin family has no place to call home.”

Seeing Lin Zhiyi looking weak, Chai Ya wiped down an old chair with her sleeve, moving it into the sunlight in the courtyard.

“Miss, you sit outside in the sun for now. Let me tidy up the room. Once I’m done, I’ll go brew the medicine.”

Lin Zhiyi didn’t know that morning sickness felt like this; she felt uncomfortable all over.

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you.”

Chai Ya paused for a moment. The miss actually thanked her for the trouble. She quickly replied, “It’s no trouble at all, no trouble.”

Lin Zhiyi walked out to the courtyard.

The spring sun wasn’t too hot; its rays brought a refreshing scent, as if it had just woken up from the cold winter, carrying a touch of shyness and gentleness.

Lin Zhiyi sat in the chair, feeling languid, but her mind kept wandering, thinking about what to do next.

According to the book, Crown Prince Li Wenqing had used witchcraft in the Eastern Palace. In a fit of rage, the emperor demoted him to a commoner and exiled him to Fangzhou to work as a laborer.

The capital of this dynasty was Chang’an, and from Chang’an to Fangzhou, it was more than a thousand miles by the official roads of the time.

Lin Zhiyi curled her lips in a slight smile, a hint of mockery in her expression. The old emperor really was ruthless, exiling his precious son a thousand miles away.

He clearly knew that it was all Prince Qi’s plot, yet he still chose to exile him. On the day the deposed crown prince returned to Chang’an, the emperor cried, claiming that he had exiled him for his protection.

Just like her muddled old father in her past life, it seemed that once a stepmother came into the picture, a new father would follow suit!

But for Li Wenqing, the crown prince, his suffering was genuine.

Even the officials in the court who had pleaded on his behalf were imprisoned, their families exiled, and the emperor clearly wanted to turn everyone who supported the crown prince into enemies, as if he wanted the crown prince’s faction to be hated and dragged down.

And the Lin family was caught in this too.

The emperor’s mind was indeed unpredictable; serving him was like serving a tiger.

Exiled to Fangzhou?

Lin Zhiyi’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

Fangzhou was “surrounded by mountains and forests, a place of difficult terrain,” making it an ideal “political isolation zone.” Exiled princes or powerful officials couldn’t easily interfere in court politics, and their former allies had little chance of infiltrating the area.

Moreover, although Fangzhou was not rich, its mild climate ensured basic survival for exiles, avoiding famines or unexpected uprisings.

Thus, Fangzhou was relatively safe and suitable for long-term confinement.

No wonder the emperor chose to exile the deposed crown prince there; it seemed the emperor wasn’t completely heartless. This place was much better than the harsh, pestilential areas like Lingnan or Qianzhou, or the frigid northern regions.

If she were to be exiled to Fangzhou, once her pregnancy was resolved, she could travel with the Lin family.

Thinking about how the Lin family would return to the capital five years later only to face a full family confiscation, with both brothers beheaded, and knowing she had transmigrated, Lin Zhiyi decided she wouldn’t let the Lin family be used as political cannon fodder again.

It wasn’t just about being exiled with the Lin family—she actually enjoyed traveling and adventuring. This would be her chance to see for herself how ancient exiles lived.

But before leaving, of course, she would take everything she could, including the dowry Lin family had given the original character.

Thinking this, Lin Zhiyi suddenly felt a surge of strength.

Chai Ya was quick and efficient. In no time, she had tidied up the room and gone to fetch bedding.

Although some items from the main courtyard couldn’t be taken, the maids still handed over the bedding that the original character had used.

Finally, Lin Zhiyi was able to lie down and rest for a bit.

“Chai Ya, go brew the medicine.”

Lin Zhiyi usually preferred to do things herself, but in her current condition, it was truly a relief to have someone help.

“Miss, have you thought it through? Although you’re angry at your husband, this child is still your child.”

Chai Ya, who was never good at persuading others, felt uneasy and spoke up, fearing that Lin Zhiyi might regret her decision.

If the miss insisted on getting rid of the child, she would brew the medicine.

But if the miss changed her mind, she would fetch some nourishing herbs to help her recover.

Chai Ya kept staring at Lin Zhiyi, hoping she would reconsider.

Before Lin Zhiyi could respond, a loud “bang!” sounded as the door was kicked open, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Madam, I bring orders from the old madam and master…”