She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 151: Xiang Ying Hands Over the Jade Seal to Jie Chen?

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Xiang Ying Hands Over the Jade Seal to Jie Chen?

Xiang Ying coughed lightly: "This firewood is..."

Before she could finish, Xiang Yuanlang snorted coldly.

He looked at Xiang Yuanshuo and Xiang Xiuxiu: "I told you, Jie Chen wants to be our father, he will definitely take good care of us."

"Even if the firewood of other people can’t be used, we don’t have to worry here."

Xiang Xiuxiu blinked her bright big eyes, stepping forward with tiny steps to touch the usable firewood.

Her little face brightened with joy: "That’s great, this way both our mother and we won’t have to suffer from cold!"

Xiang Yuanshuo, with his hands on his hips like a little adult, nodded.

"I wasn’t wrong about Jie Chen."

Xiang Ying really didn’t expect that she wouldn’t even need to find excuses or argue—the children had already gotten used to the idea that "everything is given by Jie Chen."

When Tao Xue and the others returned, they mentioned that there was no charcoal fire, and Mr. Lin was so cold it ached his bones.

Xiang Ying immediately let her bring some firewood to help out.

Moreover, Xiang Li’s leg injury had only healed the flesh on the surface, probably the bones had not fully mended yet; he couldn’t get cold.

Xiang Ying generously shared her firewood with friends, and they all became even more worried about how her illness really was.

Until she called the three children to her side, whispering a few words to them.

The three little ones looked at each other in surprise.

"Mother... Is this true?" Xiang Xiuxiu asked cautiously.

Xiang Ying nodded: "Yes, now go call Jie Chen for me, remember, you must seem very sad, even more sad."

Xiang Yuanlang was not good at expressing emotions; after discussing, the three children decided to send Xiang Yuanshuo to find Jie Chen.

Xiang Yuanshuo rolled up his sleeves, opened his throat, and started wailing as he ran out of the house.

"Deputy General, my wicked mother is dying, she has a last will for you, huhuhu go quickly!"

Xiang Ying’s lips twitched as she listened.

Indeed, she had instructed them so, but Xiang Yuanshuo’s performance was even more realistic than she had imagined.

When Jie Chen arrived, Tao Xue was already at the door with the Seventh Princess and a group of women, wiping tears and sobbing painfully.

The cries reached the sky, yet Xiang Yuanlang stood at the door, allowing no one to enter.

Tao Xue choked up: "Wasn’t she just fine? The elder princess was still chatting and laughing with me, how come she became so sick now?"

Xiang Li, supported by Lin Lingxiang, came over, his expression grave: "Yuan Lang, let me through, let me see your mother!"

Xiang Yuanlang’s face was pale as he shook his head.

"She has no strength left, she only wants to speak to the Deputy General."

Lady Shu, enduring pain in her belly, walked over with Xiang Qianqian and others to inquire about the situation.

What’s happening? Is Xiang Ying really no longer capable?

The door was tightly blocked by Xiang Yuanlang, no one could enter.

Qi Fengyi, learning that Xiang Ying was critically ill, held an axe, guarding the door.

She had only one phrase: "The elder princess wants to see whom, only then can they enter, otherwise, I won’t allow anyone to disturb the elder princess’s rest."

Lady Shu exchanged looks with Xiang Qianqian.

It seemed like it was true; Tao Xue was crying to the point of passing out, and was carried away by the Seventh Princess and Yu Pin.

After Jie Chen arrived, everyone spontaneously made way for him.

As he pushed open the door to enter, everyone looked inside.

But before they saw anything, the door was closed by Xiang Yuanlang.

Outside, cries echoed faintly, and Third Miss Chu even knelt on the ground wailing loudly.

She said Xiang Ying was a good person, but the heavens were unfair!

However, inside the house, Xiang Ying held brown sugar ginger tea in her left hand, and a roasted chicken leg in her right.

She was replenishing her strength.

Jie Chen stood at the door, furrowing his dark brows as he watched her.

The beauty on the couch had her black hair draped over her shoulders, her complexion rosy and glowing, her lips oily from eating.

It really looked like she was feeling much better.

He walked over and sat down beside the bed: "Where did you get this firewood?"

"Um, these were just gathered nearby by Qi Fengyi, all from trees chopped down on the spot."

Jie Chen had no suspicions, for he had indeed seen Qi Fengyi go out with an axe just now.

He leaned his large palm on his knee: "Is the plan starting just like this? It seems that Tao Xue and the others don’t know, she just fainted from crying."

Xiang Ying gnawed at the chicken leg, her face calm: "I didn’t tell her because Tao Xue is the closest person to me. Only if she appears genuinely grief-stricken can we deceive others."

"However, I informed the three children, should you need anything later, you can arrange it with them."

Jie Chen frowned: "Them? They are still so young, how can they manage?"

Xiang Ying, eating down to the chicken bones, looked around for a place to dispose of her trash.

She mumbled with her mouth full: "The children are more capable than you think, you’ll know when the time comes."

Jie Chen naturally took the chicken bones she had finished from her.

Planning to take them out and dispose of them later.

Without many words, Xiang Ying urged him.

"Even though this village is a temporary resting place, don’t let your guard down."

"I’ve always felt that something was off with the villagers here disappearing overnight."

Jie Chen nodded: "I know, I have already intensified patrolling."

"When I return, I will deliberately leak the news that you entrusted me with the belongings."

"If you notice anyone suspicious approaching, remember to tell me, don’t act alone."

Xiang Ying lay down, covering her warm little belly: "Got it."

After Jie Chen left, everyone saw him carrying something in his hand.

Lady and the others took a closer look, puzzled and whispering among themselves—

"What could Xiang Ying possibly have left for Jie Chen?"

Princess Consort De pondered: "It must be some meat or cotton shoes she hoarded."

"That’s impossible, the package the Deputy General carried was very small, it looked like something special..."

Jie Chen did not allow others to disturb Xiang Ying, also fearing she might give something away.

Thus, he only allowed the three children to come and go into her room, usually having Skinny Monkey guard the door.

Even Tao Xue and Qi Fengyi were arranged to stay in Seventh Princess’s room.

As night fell, the snowflakes became denser, so cold that people couldn’t sit still inside.

Lu Feiyi came down the hillside carrying two wild pheasants.

He reached the entrance of Xiang Ying’s door, but before he could speak, Skinny Monkey gestured for him to stop.

"Vice General ordered that, while the elder princess is recuperating, no one is allowed inside."

Lu Feiyi, holding up the pheasants, said: "I just caught two pheasants that were so cold they lost strength, I wanted to help the elder princess nourish her body, can you take them inside for me?"

Just as he finished speaking, a cough came from inside the door.

"Lu Feiyi, I can’t even eat this chicken now, make some chicken soup for me, then take some rice and flour from Tao Xue, cook a pot of chicken noodle soup for the water bandits brothers...cough cough."

Skinny Monkey was moved.

"Sister-in-law is really kind, even at this time she still thinks of taking care of others."

Lu Feiyi silently bowed his head, said nothing, and walked away.

Inside, Xiang Ying heard his footsteps fade and dived back into her space.

Holding a bowl of piping hot hot and sour noodles, sitting in front of the screen watching the cartoon characters build houses.

Life was so comfortable she just wanted to keep lying down.

As night deepened, the wind and snow continued to howl.

The soldiers had already changed into the furs Jie Chen prepared.

A dark figure, draped in white snow, hidden in the pitch-black night, approached Jie Chen’s house.

Since the village covered a large area, Jie Chen had arranged for the soldiers to patrol in turns, leaving only one person on guard at the door of his house.

Just now that person, terribly cold, had gone to find someone to replace him.

Taking advantage of this moment, the dark figure slipped into the house.

Inside the house, all was quiet and pitch dark, Jie Chen lay on a simple wooden frame bed, seemingly already asleep.

Under his pillow, something seemed to be hidden, only a corner of a patterned cloth visible.

The dark figure quietly approached, slowly reaching out a hand.