The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1452: They Can’t Run Away

Chapter 1452: Chapter 1452: They Can’t Run Away

Hearing these words, Qin Luoyin felt as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning on a clear day, completely dumbfounded.

"No, it’s impossible, impossible..."

She murmured to herself, hardly daring to believe the truth in Zhe Jue’s words.

"My mother told me clearly that she suffered greatly in the Qin Family, because I did not relay messages from the Nine Lotus Hall, my father would always order her to be beaten and abused. She said her life was worse than that of the Qin Family’s livestock."

"How could she... how could she have borne... borne my father two sons?"

As she spoke, she looked toward Zhe Jue, instinctively thinking he was deceiving her, that Zimo never really wanted to rescue her mother from that inferno of the Qin Residence.

"You’re lying to me! After I arrived in Shaohua City, Auntie never mentioned anything about my mother, she only said... only said..."

Princess Consort Lian had only told her that if she didn’t act according to her wishes, she would have her father torture her mother brutally, making her mother wish for death!

Didn’t this imply that her mother’s days in the Qin Family were full of deep suffering?

But why was Zhe Jue’s account so different? Could it really be a lie? But what was the use of Zimo having Zhe Jue deceive her, when she was already under Zimo’s control?

Even if Zimo directly told her he wouldn’t save her mother, she would be powerless to do anything about it, wouldn’t she?

"Is this... is this really true?"

"If you don’t believe it, we can take advantage of the night to take a walk around the Qin Residence and see for yourself how well your auntie is doing there. How about that?" Zhe Jue suggested to her.

Qin Luoyin: "..."

She didn’t know whom to trust, but instinctively, she felt she was more inclined to believe Zhe Jue.

And not the Qin Family, Princess Consort Lian, or even her mother, whom she had thought treasured her like a precious gem!

"I... Cousin, you... you go ahead with your work, I’ll go back... back to my courtyard first." She didn’t know what else to say. Her heart was in such chaos at the moment that she could only make a hasty retreat from Zimo’s study.

"What a pitiful woman," Zhe Jue said as he watched Qin Luoyin’s silhouette disappear, his lips curling slightly.

"Do you pity her?"

"Eh."

Zhe Jue tried to respond but was immediately choked by his lord’s words. When he turned his head back, he saw his lord looking at him with an amused and intent gaze.

"My Lord, you misunderstand, ’A pitiful person must surely have a detestable side,’ I pity no one," Zhe Jue said.

He pitied himself, he silently added in his mind, idle talk always seemed to attract his lord’s attention, what a tragic plight!

...

On the dark path, several horses galloped, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Chushui, why the rush? They’re not going anywhere."

After a while, the horses were finally tied to the trees, and Lin Changhong nibbled on his dry rations, lecturing Lin Chushui who was by his side.

The two of them had only just learned how to ride horses not long ago.

Was it because he had a talent for learning quickly that he felt he could do as he pleased?

"I’m not in a hurry."

Lin Chushui, with dry rations in hand, replied to Lin Changhong in two words.

Lin Changhong: "..."

Who are you fooling? Can’t I see it for myself?

On this journey, they had barely stopped to rest and seemed almost ready to eat their rations on horseback, not even dismounting to relieve themselves. And yet you call this ’not in a hurry’? What then would you call ’in a hurry’?

"Alright, you’re not in a hurry, I get it," he said, patting Lin Chushui on the shoulder in a comforting manner.

Lin Chushui’s current mood must be similar to how he felt when he first saw his mother, wasn’t it?