My spirit appeared on the road to exile, and I was treated as an ancestor.

Chapter 153 How much longer are you going to walk?
Before coming to Gu Xingzhao, Feng Cui was very confident. After all, she had been a matchmaker for more than ten years and had arranged most of the marriages in the town.

But she didn't expect Gu Xingzhao to be so stubborn. She tried hard, changing her words one after another, and before she knew it, he brought out the same old advice she had given to the girl not to marry far away.

Her father and mother don't care for her, and I heard that Gu Chengzhang is also involved in a lawsuit and will probably go to jail. Just like she said herself, she really won't have a family to rely on anymore.

Realizing she had said something wrong, Feng Cui tried to make amends.

Gu Xingzhao picked up the fruit basket on the table and handed it back to her, saying, "Aunt Cui, there's no need to say anything more. You should go back now."

Having said both kind and harsh words, and inadvertently touched a raw nerve, even the thick-skinned Feng Cui could no longer stay with Gu Xingzhao.

"Alright, if you change your mind later, just tell Aunt Cui."

Gu Xingzhao smiled and watched Feng Cui leave. Only after Feng Cui had walked quite a distance from the supermarket entrance did she lock the supermarket door and return to the second floor.

She recalled the time when Aunt Lin made a scene outside the supermarket. She didn't know what kind of relationship Feng Cui was talking about. She saw Aunt Lin often, but she really didn't remember Aunt Lin's son.

The key question is, someone like me probably wouldn't even catch Aunt Lin's eye, would I?

Gu Xingzhao stopped thinking about these things, grabbed some snacks, stuffed them in his pocket, turned on the TV, and went straight to ancient times.

When she arrived, the exile caravan was on its way. She walked straight to Lu Xingyao's side and followed him, gnawing on braised duck wings while staring at him curiously. From his eyebrows and eyes to his nose and mouth, he really looked exactly like Xu Ci'an.

As Lu Xingyao was on his way, he vaguely felt that someone was watching him. He looked around in confusion but did not find anyone watching him.

Seeing this, someone nearby asked him, "Brother Yao, what's wrong?"

Lu Xingyao muttered, "I've had a feeling since the beginning that someone's watching me, but I haven't seen anyone."

The clansmen joked, "Could it be the female ghost you bumped into last night?"

The people around him found it amusing. "Are you stupid? What kind of ghost would appear in broad daylight?"

Lu Xingyao's eyes lit up. "Could it be an ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, the other members of the tribe all looked at him.

Lu Yang, who was ahead, was getting tired and turned around to look at his nephew behind him. "Why are you looking at me, ancestor? What's so interesting about you?"

To be honest, this nephew is overthinking things. He doesn't have anything particularly interesting about him, so why would our ancestors be interested in him?

Upon hearing his second uncle's words, Lu Xingyao realized that it made sense. There was nothing particularly interesting about him, so he probably wasn't an ancestor; it was likely just his imagination.

However, at this moment, Gu Xingzhao was trying to get closer to see the area behind Lu Xingyao's ear, but there were a few strands of loose hair hanging there, making it difficult to see clearly.

As she followed behind Lu Xingyao, she reached out and, holding her breath, carefully brushed away a few strands of hair, like a thief.

Once she saw that there was nothing behind the ear, she let go and stopped talking to Lu Xingyao.

The hair that had been lifted fell back down, gently tickling Lu Xingyao's ear. He raised his hand and scratched it a few times, feeling as if someone had just touched his ear.
He turned to look, and saw that his clansmen behind him all appeared completely at ease. Lu Xingyao was even more puzzled. Could it be that he was being too sensitive, and it was all just his imagination?
As Gu Xingzhao walked away from Lu Xingyao, she recalled that when she left the Xu family earlier and passed behind Xu Ci'an, she noticed that the other person had a scar behind his ear, but now, looking at Lu Xingyao, there was none at all.

She was now completely certain that Xu Ci'an simply had a face that resembled Lu Xingyao's, and was not Lu Xingyao himself.

It seems to be a coincidence. You know, when she saw Xu Ci'an today, she was really startled and subconsciously thought that Lu Xingyao had traveled to the modern era.

Because they had witnessed the official being killed, the prisoners began to feel awe towards the Lu family. The Lu family was nothing like them, these prisoners; they could kill an official and get away with it as if nothing had happened. They had more influence than the official.

The officials, except for Du Hangwu, had completely changed their attitude towards the Lu family. They had previously treated them like prisoners, but now they treated the Lu family with the utmost respect, as if they were superiors.

They felt this journey was truly difficult. They no longer expected to receive promotions or raises upon returning to the capital; all they wanted was to return home safely.

The Lu family had no idea what these people were thinking, let alone that they were taking the blame for the Golden Scale Guards.

Gu Xingzhao walked over to the old man and saw that the old man could hardly walk anymore. The shoes that Gu Xingzhao had given him were almost worn out. Looking at the old man's thin figure, Gu Xingzhao felt a lump in his throat.

She reached out and touched Lu Qing's arm.

Feeling as if someone was supporting his right arm, Lu Qing subconsciously looked to his left, thinking it was his son, but there was no one there. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized what was happening and asked with a focused expression: "Ancestor, has it been you?"

"It's me," Gu Xingzhao replied, then asked, "Lu Qing, how much longer are you going to walk?"

It's been a month and a half since they were exiled, why haven't they arrived yet?

Because his ancestors had asked, Lu Qing calculated that, having just passed Ji County, if he continued at his current pace without any delays, he could reach the northern lands in as little as half a month.

Gu Xingzhao sighed once again at the hardships faced by people in ancient times, hoping that the next two weeks would be peaceful and that no more accidents would occur before they reached the North.

Lu Qing wondered why his ancestors came at this time, as they usually came in the morning or at night when they were resting.

Gu Xingzhao thought to himself, he couldn't very well tell Lu Qing that he had met a man who looked exactly like Lu Xingyao today, so he came to take a closer look to see if it was the same person, could he?
Thinking that her ancient-style supermarket was about to open, she said to Lu Qing, "I have some things to do in a couple of days, so I'll come to visit you more often these days. If you need anything, please let me know in advance so I can make arrangements."

As she said this, she was still holding Lu Qing's hand, and she didn't seem to think it was inappropriate.

Lu Qing was uneasy. How could he, an old man, trouble his ancestors to help him? This was truly frightening.

But he was also delighted, because he heard that last night, his ancestors had sent food to their grandson who was keeping watch, a feast of fish and meat. Many people smelled it and had finished eating by the time they came out of the tent.

Seeing how much his ancestors favored their grandson, this old man, with his shameless bones, wanted to experience it for himself.

Knowing what the old man was thinking, Gu Xingzhao laughed out loud, "I'll help you walk for a while, then we'll leave."

She thought to herself, "These Lu family members are really adorable. It's one thing for the younger generation to be like this, but why are the grandfather and grandson vying for attention?"

Hearing this from behind, Lu Xingyan's gaze fell on the old man's side, where his elder brother was taking care of him on the left, supporting him from time to time.

His gaze finally settled on the right side of the old man in front of him, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything at all.
His heart stirred slightly. Were his ancestors here?