Xiao Zhixing, female, a general from the late apocalyptic era in Huaxia, over 200 years old, has traveled through multiple planes to hunt down a certain system that has committed heinous crimes.
After examining the old lady, Chen Liufang gave her a pill, saying, "She's fine."
Su Anmin had inexplicable faith in Xiao Zhixing's people, and upon hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his deepest gratitude.
At this moment, Ying Er returned from his scout's report: "Your Highness, the only bridge ahead is flooded. We must wait for the water to recede before we can cross."
Well, after all this going around in circles, their only road is now blocked, and they'll have to spend the night in the dilapidated temple.
However, the eagle he carries can keep in touch with the outside world, so communication will never be interrupted.
The eight members of Su Anmin's family, along with ten maids and servants, greeted Xiao Zhixing and then huddled in a corner in silence.
Bai Mei and the others lit a fire and baked flatbread.
Xiao Zhixing invited Su Anmin to sit with him by the fire, since he had nothing else to do, and chatted with him. "Lord Su, where in Huzhou are you from?"
Su Anmin dared not sit close, and carefully sat down on the haystack a little further away. "Your Highness, I am from Yuansha City, and my hometown is in the suburbs."
"You are... someone who joined the Imperial Guard after passing the martial arts examination in the second year of Yunping?"
Su Anmin secretly wiped away his sweat, "Yes, yes, I served in the Imperial Guard for eight years before His Majesty sent me to a local post..."
He finally climbed to the position of governor, but he had no powerful backers, no talent for scheming, and was naturally timid. He relied entirely on the emperor's favor to maintain his position, and in the end, he was dismissed from office.
Xiao Zhixing seemed to be deep in thought. "In the 29th year of the Yin Dynasty, Haizhou and Huzhou were flooded, killing millions of people. Do you remember that incident?"
Su Anmin didn't know why she suddenly asked this.
Thinking of her other possible identity, he felt uneasy and dared not hide it. "I remember, I was already fourteen years old at that time, old enough to remember things. That year's flood—"
"Is something wrong? Like the rainfall?"
Su Anmin recalled, "At first, it was just a light rain, and the distribution was relatively even. Later, the rain got heavier, and some places started to suffer, but it didn't cause widespread flooding. I remember very clearly that one evening, there was a rumbling thunder, and then suddenly it started pouring water down like it was being poured down, even more heavily than this rain..."