Famine and Chaos: Weaving Cloth in Exile to Escape the War

Yang Dawang immediately scolded his three sons:

"Little Ox, Second Ox, Third Ox! They're not barbarians! Put down your knives! Do you want this old man to die sooner? Hurry up and apologize to the important person!"

As Yang Dawang roared, he scrambled to his feet from the snow and repeatedly begged for mercy from Xiao Liu and his group, "Please, have mercy! We're just a group of refugees. We thought you were barbarians, which is why we were on guard and pretended to be dead in the snow... Please, don't be angry!"

Hearing Yang Dawang's words, the three Yang brothers also snapped out of their anger.

They stopped and, by the light of the torches, looked at the four men in black before them. Although they were wrapped up tightly, their clothing was definitely not that of barbarians, and the fabric of their clothes and their horses indicated that they were not ordinary people.

They are not people that ordinary citizens like them can afford to offend.

If they really anger someone, their whole family will suffer.

Immediately, the Yang brothers suppressed their anger and lowered their heads, no longer looking at the man in black.

When Jingzhichun heard the commotion, she knew she couldn't keep it a secret any longer.

She had just touched Xiaoman's arm and was about to help her up when she heard Xiaoliu's impatient voice.

"Enough with the nonsense. I'm asking you, do you know Kyoto Haru, who came from exile?"

When Xiao Liu said this, not only were the Yang family members stunned, but even Jing Zhichun himself was dumbfounded.

She never expected that the person Xiao Liu was looking for was her.

Why look for her?

Is it...

Is she the young master that Xiao Liu mentioned?

No way...

wrong.

"Young Master"...

As Kyoto Haru thought about those three words, a small face suddenly flashed into her mind.

She recalled the look in Xiao Liu's eyes whenever she saw her son during her exile; there was excitement, love, and once, her eyes even welled up with tears.

He looked like his own son.

At that time, she was puzzled as to why Xiao Liu was so excited to see her son.

Now, considering Xiao Liu's performance...

Could it be that the young master they're looking for is actually her son...?

Thinking of this, Kyoto Haru didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

She wanted to find out if her guess was right, so for the time being, she could only continue to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Fortunately, she was two steps away from the Yang family's place, and there was a big tree blocking her view. As long as the torchlight didn't shine in her direction, it wouldn't be easy to spot her.

Just then, Xiaoman quietly poked her head out of the snow. Seeing that Jingzhichun hadn't moved, she obediently stayed still as well, and then pricked up her ears to listen to the commotion from the Yang family's side.

Over here, Yang Dawang looked at the men in black in front of him. He naturally knew who Jing Zhichun was, who was the lady of the Shen family.

However, he was unsure whether this group of people were the same Uncle Liu that Xiaoman had mentioned.

At that moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Immediately, he glanced quickly out of the corner of his eye at Kyoto Haru, who was lying in the snowdrift two steps ahead.

At this moment, Jing Zhichun was still lying in the snowdrift without making a sound, and did not stand up. This means that Jing Zhichun did not intend to recognize these people, or that the sixth uncle Xiaoman mentioned was not among these people.

Moreover, he had a vague premonition that this group of people had ill intentions.

Therefore, Yang Dawang chose to avoid trouble.

Yang Dawang shook his head. "Jing, Jing Zhi Chun... Nobleman, this name... I've never heard of it before."

Upon hearing this, and seeing Yang Dawang's evasive eyes, Xiao Liu's face instantly darkened: "You hesitated for a moment just now, which means you're lying!"

Yang Dawang's legs went weak and he almost fell back into the snow when Xiao Liu stared at him with such a cold and sharp gaze.

He hurriedly waved his hands, stammering as he explained, "Please forgive me, sir! I really didn't lie. I genuinely had never heard of this name before! It just sounds like a refined lady, which is completely unrelated to us commoners, so I hesitated for a moment. I would never dare to deceive you!"

Xiao Liu's fingers tightened slightly around the sword hilt, and he swept his gaze over the Yang family members again with a gloomy look.

They all kept their heads down, not daring to look up, wishing they could bury their faces in the snow.

He had been in the palace for twenty years; what kind of people hadn't he seen?

They had interrogated more eunuchs and palace maids than they had ever seen people.

Not one of these people, from the oldest to the youngest, dared to look him in the eye.

Therefore, he was certain that they all knew Kyoto Haru.

"I'll ask you one more time." Xiao Liu stepped forward, raised his long sword and pointed it at Yang Dawang. "Are you sure you haven't seen Jing Zhichun? She was with a little girl of about four or five years old named Xiaoman."

Upon hearing this, the Yang family's expressions changed drastically.

Grain Full!

Could this person really be the Xiao Liu that Xiao Man was talking about?

Immediately, everyone subconsciously glanced in the direction where Jing Zhichun and Xiaoman were hiding.

But at the very moment they turned their heads, Xiao Liu's gaze swept over them, and everyone immediately lowered their heads again, no longer daring to look around.

Xiao Liu took in the subtle changes in everyone's eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, these people had something to hide.

"It seems you know each other. Since you refuse to tell the truth, then this eunuch has no choice but to send you on your way!" Xiao Liu said, turning to another man in black, "Leave one who tells the truth, and kill the rest!"

"yes!"

The three men in black behind him immediately responded and drew their swords to step forward.

Just then, a clear female voice came from the darkness.

"Wait! Xiao Liu, the person you're looking for is here!"

When the Yang family heard Jing Zhichun's voice, they all breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally come out.

But then they thought again that these men in black were clearly not good people, and their hearts jumped again.

Yang Dawang quickly gave his three sons a look, signaling them to immediately draw their knives and rush forward if anything happened.

The three Yang brothers nodded silently, understanding perfectly.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu and his group were instantly filled with excitement.

As expected, their trip into this forest was worthwhile; the Jing family really was here!

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures, one large and one small, standing in the darkness three steps away.

The man in black holding the torch immediately thrust the flame forward, instantly illuminating Kyoto Spring and Xiaoman.

Seeing that the young master wasn't in Jing Zhichun's arms, Xiao Liu's face darkened. "Jing Shi, where is your son?"

Kyoto Haru said calmly, "He's dead."

"What?!"

Hearing this, Xiao Liu broke out in a cold sweat, so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Jing Shi, do you know whose child that was? You...you actually let him die! You..."

Jing Zhichun was shocked to hear this. Sure enough, the young master that Xiao Liu mentioned was her son.

Her son's real dog dad is about to appear.

Jing Zhichun looked up and met Xiao Liu's murderous gaze, then calmly asked:

"That was my son, whose son could he be? He's gone, and I, as his mother, am the most heartbroken. Sixth Master, why are you so agitated?"

"Outrageous!" Xiao Liu trembled with rage, pointing at Jing Zhichun. "Jing Shi, that child is not someone you can decide for yourself! He was arranged by your father and my master long ago to inherit the throne and become the Emperor of Great Zhou! And you just let him die like that, you..."