After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 866 - 862: Struggle

Xie Jingchen gazed at Su Jin.

She attempted to change the subject but was blocked by him, yet she insisted on trying.

Xie Jingchen was so frustrated that he didn’t know how to punish her appropriately.

He was curious to hear what matter she had suddenly thought of.

Su Jin looked at the distant beggars and said, "Previously, when Qin Hanhan and I entered the palace, Princess Jiuling had a nightmare and fell from her small bed. In her dream, she saw Princess Fuqing becoming a beggar, being bullied."

"For days, we have been searching for Princess Fuqing, but there has been no news at all."

"Princess Fuqing witnessed Princess Jiuling fall off the cliff with her own eyes. The court sent people to find her, and I think she must have thought those people were after her, so it’s very possible she is hiding."

Xie Jingchen frowned, "You suspect that Princess Fuqing is hiding among the beggars?"

Su Jin glanced at him, "They say there’s empathy between a mother and her child, so it’s possible."

"Anyway, it’s no trouble to send a few people to inquire around."

Sending people was easy, but Xie Jingchen felt it was unlikely for Princess Fuqing to become a beggar.

He had seen Princess Fuqing’s pride when escorting them before.

However, since there were no leads now, could it be as Su Jin suggested?

When it comes to luck, who could compare to the person in his arms?

Xie Jingchen instructed the Hidden Guard to handle this matter, who welcomed the opportunity to leave, as watching the Princely Heir and his wife display affection was rather glaring.

As soon as the Hidden Guard left, Xie Jingchen brought the topic back to where Su Jin had laboriously turned it away from.

"As for deceiving me, how do you think we should settle that?" Xie Jingchen had an expression indicating he wasn’t easy to appease.

Su Jin, "...."

Oh dear, saving people feels like sacrificing herself.

It was lunchtime now, and Xie Jingchen took Su Jin back to the campus where the cook had already prepared the meal.

Indeed.

The cook was brought along from the Prince Mansion and was well-versed in the tastes of Xie Jingchen and Su Jin.

The table was filled with delicious, colorful, and flavorful dishes.

After sitting at the table, Su Jin kept serving dishes to Xie Jingchen, her attitude impeccable.

There was no other way; on the way back, Xie Jingchen had said, "If I don’t punish you and it reaches the Emperor’s ears, he might blame me for not properly supervising you when I brought you out."

What could Su Jin say?

This was highly likely to happen.

To avoid the embarrassment when scolded, the punishment had to be administered.

Su Jin said she would voluntarily confess to the Emperor upon returning to the Capital.

Xie Jingchen wanted to send her back to the Capital immediately.

Su Jin cowered.

After just arriving through a bumpy ride, she didn’t want to go back in such a rush.

This was Su Jin’s first time being so diligent.

But the meal didn’t make Xie Jingchen happy at all.

He had already thought of a punishment: until Princess Fuqing was found, he didn’t plan to give Su Jin any opportunity to go out.

As soon as Xie Jingchen put down his chopsticks, Su Jin went to the study to write a prescription and sent someone to buy the ingredients to make ointment.

The bone had just been set, and now was the best time to apply medicine, without delay.

All afternoon, Su Jin was busy preparing the ointment, never even stepping outside.

Xie Jingchen didn’t go out either, as the task of finding Princess Fuqing was given to the Hidden Guard.

In the late afternoon, Su Jin came out rubbing her arms, and the Hidden Guard returned and said, "Young Master, there is news about Princess Fuqing."

Su Jin raised an eyebrow, "So she’s found?"

"...Not yet," the Hidden Guard shook his head.

After a pause, the Hidden Guard continued, "A beggar saw the portrait and said that indeed, a few days ago there was a beggar who looked very similar to the person in the painting."

Xingxing remarked, "Just because they look similar, how can you be sure it’s really Princess Fuqing?"

The Hidden Guard smirked, "According to the beggar, when a bun fell to the ground, that beggar would peel off the dirty outer layer before eating it."

Su Jin, "...."

Xingxing, "...."

It was instantly clear that it was Princess Fuqing.

A decent beggar would be grateful to have food, who would be picky enough to throw away the outer layer before eating?

"But that beggar hasn’t seen Princess Fuqing for over ten days now, doesn’t know where she’s gone, or whether she’s still alive," the Hidden Guard said.

A commandery princess with a noble identity, reduced to a beggar, was truly lamentable.

Yet thinking of how she had been used by others to return to Nanliang, nearly causing Princess Jiuling’s death, they couldn’t muster any sympathy.

If she hadn’t colluded with those assassins, how would she have ended up in her current state?

Xingxing looked at the Hidden Guard, then at Su Jin, "She’s become a beggar, where do we even start looking for her?"

Su Jin shook her head, "Do your best to find her."

Do all that you humanly can, and leave the rest to fate.

After dinner, Su Jin continued to prepare the ointment.

It wasn’t until midnight that she finished her work.

The next day, Su Jin planned to go to the temple fair with Xingxing, but she couldn’t get up because of Xie Jingchen keeping her up all night.

It wasn’t until the sun was high up in the sky that Su Jin woke up.

Xingxing brought hot water to assist her with washing, and just as she finished tidying up, Bi Zhu came in and said, "Miss, Madam Zhao is here."

Su Jin raised an eyebrow, wondering why Madam Zhao was looking for her?

Su Jin stepped out.

Madam Zhao quickly stepped forward to greet Su Jin.

Su Jin smiled and said, "Madam Zhao, did Young Master Zhao’s leg have another problem?"

Madam Zhao hastily shook her head, "No, my son is well."

"Yesterday, I saw a portrait in Zhen’er’s hands. The person in the portrait looks very much like a maid in your mansion. I didn’t know if this was who the Heir’s wife was searching for, so I specially brought it today for you to have a look."

Su Jin was somewhat surprised.

Madam Zhao instructed a maid.

Then Su Jin saw two older women pushing Princess Fuqing towards her.

Princess Fuqing was struggling, in a state of panic.

She wanted to run.

But escape was not an option.

Princess Fuqing had become much thinner, her face was haggard, and she did not dare to look Su Jin in the eyes.

Su Jin laughed, not expecting her to be so afraid to see her.

Looking at Madam Zhao, Su Jin smiled and said, "Madam Zhao, you’ve done me a great favor; this is indeed the person we’re looking for."

Madam Zhao modestly replied that it was her honor to help Su Jin, especially considering Su Jin was a benefactor to the Zhao family.

Curious, Madam Zhao added, "Who is this maid?"

"She’s no maid; she is Princess Fuqing from the Prince Jing Mansion of Nanliang," Xingxing stated.

Madam Zhao’s legs went weak.

If not for the maid holding on to her, she would have collapsed on the spot.

A commandery princess?!

A commandery princess from Nanliang?!

The Zhao family has been using a commandery princess as a maid for nearly half a month?!

Realization dawned late, and cold sweat soaked Madam Zhao’s back, her legs were as soft as cotton.

Princess Fuqing refused to admit it, struggling as she said, "I am not, I don’t know you!"

Su Jin laughed, circled around Princess Fuqing, and said, "What’s this? Do you enjoy being a little maid for the Zhao family so much?"

"Don’t you want to see your father, Prince Jing?"

Su Jin struck Princess Fuqing’s soft spot.

Princess Fuqing’s nose felt sour, and she could no longer keep up the pretense, "Has my father come to Daqi?"

"Why don’t you ask your mother, Princess Jiuling?" Su Jin said.

Princess Fuqing’s eyes reddened.

She wanted to ask.

But she didn’t dare.

Looking at Su Jin, she clutched her skirt and said, "My mother consort, she..."