In ancient times, they secretly became gods in the deep mountains.

Chapter 142 One general succeeds and thousands of bones wither
After reading the letter, Huowa and Shuiwa told him its contents.

“Your son said he has arrived in Baiyue safely on the way, and that you should not worry.”

Hearing this, the three people from the village chief's family breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that nothing had happened.

Fire Boy continued, "There's something important..."

The three of them were instantly on edge.

Zhang Youhe asked nervously, "What else did the letter say?"

The village chief's wife and Xiao Yan both looked nervous, afraid of hearing some bad news.

"Your son said that the general they followed, Duke Jiang, died in battle not long ago. The imperial strategist calculated that the fate of the Manchu Jiang family clashed with that of the emperor and would endanger the Great Xia. The emperor listened to the imperial strategist and revoked the Jiang family's title, and sentenced the Jiang family to exile in Yunwu Town, Qinyang County in the northwest to collect marble."

"Among them, the only son of Duke Jiang, Prince Jiang, went to war in his father's place after his father's death. He was crippled by the enemy and lost both legs. He wants you to take good care of the Jiang family because Duke Jiang loves his soldiers like his own children and has saved your son's life on the battlefield several times."

Fire Boy and Water Boy finished speaking.

Zhang Youhe and the other two understood.

This time, the son's reply was not only to let them know he was safe, but also to plead with them to take care of the Jiang family, who had been exiled to Yunwu Town to collect marble.

They didn't know what a duke was.

They heard the fairy say that the duke had saved their son's life many times.

Now that the Duke's family has suffered misfortune and been exiled to their area, the son wants them to take care of him.

"It should, it should!"

"Old woman, Xiuxuan means that we should take good care of the family of his savior."

"this is necessary!"

The village chief's wife nodded: "When they come to Yunwu Town, they can eat and stay at our house."

A wide road was built from Yunwu Town to Taohua Village so that the villagers could easily offer incense to the Golden Saint Goddess. Now they can walk to Yunwu Town and back in a day, which is just right.

They will definitely take care of Xiuxuan's savior when the time comes.

Going to Beijing, Duke Jiang's Mansion

A gloomy and desolate atmosphere prevailed!
"Woooooooo..."

"Master!"

The once glorious Duke's mansion is now filled with white silk ribbons, and Duke Jiang's wife and children are all dressed in mourning clothes, weeping their hearts out.

Both master and servant wept bitterly, heartbroken. They wept not only for their master who had died in battle, but also for their own uncertain future.

The people sent by the emperor to confiscate their property were guarding the door.

"My lord!" The old wife of Duke Jiang cried so hard she almost fainted.

The servants were also secretly wiping away tears.

Among them, only Jiang Chenghui, the only son of Duke Jiang, calmly stared at his father's coffin without uttering a sound, his composure terrifying.

"Jiang Shi... Jiang Chenghui, let the Duke rest in peace as soon as possible, so that you can all depart sooner." The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, sent by the Emperor to confiscate the Jiang family's property, looked at the group of masters and servants with unbearable sorrow.

It is difficult to disobey the emperor's orders!

A few days ago, the bad news suddenly came that the Duke of Jiang had died in battle. The heir of Jiang hurriedly brought his father's remains home. Before he could bury his father, he received an imperial edict from His Majesty.

The imperial edict stated that Duke Jiang had an affair with the enemy king's prince, and that the defeat was entirely his fault. In consideration of Duke Jiang's decades of service to the Great Xia, the Jiang family, all Manchus, were exiled to Yunwu Town in the northwest to collect marble.

This imperial edict was not only unbelievable to the Jiang family, but also baffled the powerful and influential people in the capital. Everyone knew that Duke Jiang had sacrificed himself for the country. He was willing to die for the Great Xia, so how could he betray the country?
It was only later that we learned that it was the Imperial Advisor who was behind this. He falsely accused the Jiang family of being incompatible with His Majesty, thus humiliating the Jiang family.

Despite the reluctance, the emperor's command was difficult to disobey, and the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review personally came to confiscate the property.

“Young Master Jiang, His Majesty has already shown great grace by allowing the old king to be buried in the capital. Please do not make things difficult for us.”

The emperor granted Duke Jiang permission to be buried in the capital, but after his burial, all members of the Jiang family would be exiled to the northwest.

Jiang Chenghui closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

When the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die! Yet, the entire Jiang family, so loyal and righteous, received such an end in return.

He comforted his mother, who was on the verge of fainting, and whispered, "Mother, after burying Father, we must also set off."

"Chenghui!" Madam Jiang cried uncontrollably.

After Jiang Guogong's burial, all members of the Jiang family were exiled to the Northwest.

Jiang Chenghui had difficulty walking and limped along the way, suffering greatly.

At the same time, the Golden Sacred Gate.

Gu Yuexi was meditating when the system's voice suddenly sounded.

[Host, the Imperial Star is shining brightly tonight, indicating that someone carrying imperial destiny may be appearing, and he is heading towards the Golden Saint Mountain Range.]

Gu Yuexi nodded and said, "It seems that everything is preordained!"

The Great Xia Emperor's fortune has run dry; eventually, another person with imperial fortune must fill the void.

[Host, his name is Jiang Chenghui, son of the Duke of Jiang of the Great Xia Dynasty...]

The system relayed all of Jiang Chenghui's information to Gu Yuexi.

After hearing about Jiang Chenghui's pitiful background, she couldn't help but think of the Great Xia Emperor who brought suffering to countless people.

She shook her head: "The success of one general is built on the bones of ten thousand. The emperor was far too confident, thinking that he could truly dominate the world. He was obsessed with expanding his territory and leaving a name for himself in the future, but he forgot about the millions of people who suffered behind him."

Gu Yuexi raised an eyebrow and said, "Then I'd better keep a close eye on him, otherwise it would be a huge loss for me if he died on the road."

The Jiang family had more than 300 members. They dismissed the servants, leaving more than 100 people behind.

Dozens of officials escorted over a hundred members of the Jiang family on their journey.

Jiang Chenghui's leg injury had not yet healed, and he had been traveling for days. Although his father's colleagues had secretly taken care of him and prevented the rest of his family from suffering too much, he had just become disabled and could not even walk steadily. If this continued, he would definitely be completely ruined.

Madam Jiang looked at her son's injured leg in despair.

"Chenghui, what should we do? Your leg injury hasn't healed, and you haven't received proper treatment. You've been walking for several days now. If this continues, you might lose your leg."

Jiang Chenghui calmly glanced at his injured leg.

He sighed helplessly.

The Jiang family was falsely accused, and His Majesty exiled them without investigating the facts. He has not yet avenged his great grudge, and if he becomes crippled, wouldn't his loved ones be saddened and his enemies be pleased?

"Husband, why don't you tell them to take a break? Your leg injury looks like it's getting worse." Madam Jiang felt very distressed looking at his injured leg.

Jiang Chenghui gently touched her forehead with concern: "Are you tired?"

Madam Jiang nodded: "Husband, there is something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

"I was diagnosed with pregnancy shortly before my father-in-law's accident."

Jiang Chenghui remained silent.

He couldn't explain his feelings.

He is not happy at all.

These are turbulent times at home, and this child came at an inopportune time. His wife is in poor health, and if something serious happens during childbirth, how will he cope...?

Madam Jiang knew he was suffering.

"Husband, I've heard that a fairy goddess has appeared in the Golden Saint Mountain Range. She is incredibly powerful and has boundless magical abilities. The Cloud Mist Town we're going to is located at the foot of the Golden Saint Mountain Range. We can ask the goddess to bless our family and help us see the light at the end of the tunnel soon!"

"A deity?" Jiang Chenghui didn't hold out much hope: "With the mess this mess at home is now, even a great immortal couldn't do anything about it."

Mrs. Jiang insisted, "How will we know if we don't try?"

She believed in the existence of ghosts and gods more than her husband.

She silently vowed to herself that she would definitely go to Qihuang Mountain to offer incense and ward off bad luck.