The MC forgot the plot

- FIFTY-SEVEN -

五十七 Rebellion; The freedom she prayed

News of the Emperor's sudden decline of heath still made its way to the ears of the public and as such caused panic to the people. They knew that once the Emperor has deteriorated without bestowing a crown prince, war is imminent. Soon, hundreds of nobles closed of their estates, civilians were cautious of their every movement and words; those that are near the princes' estate evacuated and some who were closely linked to theirs have become warier of each other.

Fu Jun Bei hasn't yet left the palace, it has been a week after the princes were called and their wives and children stayed close to their pen residences.

Meng Jia Yi knew this was the right time, she was just waiting for the rebellion to spark and she will soon escape. Of course, before this, she has already visited her family way before this happened— seeing the Emperor's face on their wedding day was enough to arouse suspicion.

His eyes were bright yet one could see the looming death that was covering his whole figure. Perhaps all of the princes knew about this which is why they have already started to deal with each other.

"Your highness" XiXi send the letter to her hands. It was crumpled to the point of a mess, she lighted up a candle and read the contents through the light.

"This is great, just a few more days XiXi" she smiled towards her, it was real this time that XiXi almost teared up.

"I will be with miss every step of the way" she felt XiXi's hand tremble and she patted it before clenching it tightly.

They will soon escape, freedom is at the tips of their fingers.

...

Ban Rushi waited for days before finally seeing the familiar blank letter in Nanny Shen's hands. Eyes reddened as tears fell on her cheeks yet there was a triumphant smile on her face that contradicts her.

"A'Rui, it's time," she said to her son, looked to the sky and prayed to the gods above to protect her and her children.

'I hope that the heavens would look upon our journey' she prayed.

Meng Jia Rui nodded, he was well behaved as a child and now he was rapidly growing that he almost reached his mother's shoulders.

Everything that was needed was taken, the tokens of the red envelope, jewels that are not ostentatious were taken along with silver banknotes. Meng Jia Rui saw the small dagger that his third sister, Meng Jia Yi gave to him after knowing that he was being bullied in the academy, he took it and place it inside his chest.

Clothes for civilians were taken and the map for the land that they are designated to was already memorized in his brain that he burned it to ashes.

Ban Rushi on the other hand saw the small yet already dusty box, inside it was the baby swaddle that she created.

"Forgive mother for not protecting you well, my poor child" she sobs and held the cloth into her chest.

It has been so long and the years still haven't diluted the pain that pierces her heart. No matter how much she tried to look forward to the present, the hatred that she was bottling still manages to overpower her at times.

"The heavens have eyes, I do not believe that Sima Guo Yin would live with her head high up to the sky" she curses, eyes bloody red as she pictures that vicious woman being stepped on by the mass, stripped off her position and power.
...

That night, everyone was restless yet couldn't fight off the fatigue that accumulated this past few days. Their tensed bodies loosened and soon, a calming scent passed by that had them even more asleep.