Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"Daughter, please send greetings to your father!"

Shen Furong was brought to the main hall. As soon as she saw Shen Zhixian, she immediately became happy and looked at him sadly with a pair of watery eyes.

With this aggrieved and sad look in her eyes, if it had been a few days ago, Magistrate Shen would have felt distressed and asked her what was wrong? What's there to be unhappy about? Have you been wronged? However, this look in his eyes now, besides disgust, the rest is hatred!

However, although he was unhappy, Magistrate Shen did not attack her. He only said coolly: "You have also heard about the Yan family. Logically speaking, I am no longer your father, and you are no longer the daughter of my Shen family. But For the sake of our relationship as father and daughter, I am willing to give you a chance. If you live up to your expectations and complete the tasks I have assigned you, you will still be my daughter, Shen Luming, and a member of my Shen family from now on. The second young lady, if it doesn't work, hum!" He laughed coldly, "Our fate as father and daughter is over, and you don't have to be named Shen from now on!"

Magistrate Shen's intention was very clear, that is, to tell Shen Furong that if she couldn't complete the task he assigned her, she could just die!

Hearing this, Shen Furong's body trembled slightly. She raised her head tremblingly and looked at her once loving father, but found that there was no warmth in his eyes at all. It could be seen that he was serious and would not tolerate her resistance and resistance. He was bargaining, so he bit his lip, lowered his head and closed his eyes and said, "My daughter only obeys my father's orders!"

"Very good, you know what I mean!"

Magistrate Shen leaned on the back of his chair and laughed coldly.

"Please pack up. Tomorrow morning I will send someone to escort you to the Jin army camp in Lingbei and deliver some food and medicine to His Highness King Qin. When you arrive at King Qin's camp, you must pay attention to find out. There are people in King Qin's camp. There is no woman named Mu Caiwei!"

Based on Magistrate Shen's many years of experience in wandering among flowers, women are very sensitive creatures. If Mu Caiwei was in King Qin's camp and knew that a woman came to the camp to visit King Qin, and she was a young and beautiful woman, she would be very worried. There will be eight or nine times when he will show up. Because of this, he gave the task of delivering things to Shen Furong!

"Yes, my daughter will definitely live up to her father's instructions and find out whether Miss Mu is in King Qin's camp!"

Shen Furong respectfully lowered her eyes and answered, but there was a burst of secret joy in her heart.

Although she was in the boudoir, she had already heard the name of His Highness King Qin. This prince, who was known as the first son of the Jin Kingdom, was born to the Queen of the Jin Kingdom. He was extremely handsome in appearance and extremely noble in status. If If she is lucky enough to attract his attention or be favored by him, what does the crisis in front of her mean?

What an honor it would be to become the concubine of King Qin in one fell swoop. Even if her cheap father saw her, he would have to kowtow in greeting!

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably excited. She suppressed her pounding heart, bowed respectfully to Magistrate Shen, and exited.

As soon as Shen Furong left, Magistrate Shen got up and went to the courtyard of the Cui family in the backyard.

Cui's courtyard is located in the west courtyard of Shen Mansion. Initially, she lived in the large courtyard on the east side, but Yan said that she had many children and the courtyard was too small to live in. At that time, County Magistrate Shen Ling Zhidun didn't care about his wife's face and mood. In one sentence, he sent Cui, the royal wife, into the small courtyard where the concubines were supposed to live, and lived there for more than ten years. During these years, he stepped into He can count the number of times he has entered this courtyard with one hand. But at that time, he took it for granted and did not feel there was anything wrong with it. Now, every time he steps into this dilapidated courtyard, he feels like he is in his heart. The guilt is one more layer.