Chapter 987 Previous Life (1)
The yellow sand is endless, the wind blows the flags. There are many winds and frosts along the way, and the sun, moon and stars are just embellishments.
The escorting guards were scattered and showed little respect to the people in the carriage.
A girl who looked like a maid came from the back of the carriage, jumped onto it, and handed a bowl of porridge to the person inside. She said, "Madam, the porridge is a little cold, but it's still edible. There's no village or store nearby, so you should have a bite."
The woman in the carriage was still young, but she looked very haggard. Her clothes were not very refined. A closer look revealed that they were from a few years ago and even seemed to be a little ill-fitting due to her thin figure. She lifted the carriage curtain and asked, "Where are we now?"
"We have to walk a little further and we can reach the official road before dark." Bai Lu smiled and said, "I've asked those people and they say we can definitely get back to Dingjing within five days."
Shuangjiang also laughed: "When you return to the palace, your Majesty will finally be able to enjoy happiness after all the hardships."
“After suffering comes happiness.” Shen Miao gave a bitter laugh: “Those who have been killed cannot come back.”
She was talking about Jingzhe and Guyu. Hearing this, Bailu and Shuangjiang also showed sadness in their eyes and stopped talking.
Jingzhe had willingly become a concubine in order to win over a powerful official. News reached Shen Miao within the first year of her arrival in Qin that the official's wife had found an excuse to beat him to death. As for Guyu... Shen Miao clenched her fists, but she had died at Huangfu Hao's hands in an attempt to protect her.
Five years, five whole years. Those five years in Qin had worn away every last vestige of her pride. She gritted her teeth and endured humiliation, all for the sole purpose of one day returning to her homeland and reuniting with her children. Yet, the price she paid for this journey was truly untold, a hardship that could never be uttered by outsiders.
How difficult had this journey been? Even the escorting guards were few in number. Looking at the carriages and horses alone, who would have guessed this was the ceremonial procession of a queen? The troops she had brought with her to Qin had all died or dispersed over the past five years, and they were almost all gone. Just like the journey back home, if it weren't for Mo Qing's protection, she certainly wouldn't have made it back alive.
Shen Miao sighed, fortunately all the hardships were not in vain, five years were finally over.
Just as I was thinking that it was time for the carriage to continue its journey, instead of setting off, a noisy sound came from the front.
She frowned slightly, lifted the carriage curtain, and asked outside: "What's going on?"
Mo Qing walked over from the front and said, "I met a strange person and came to ask for water." Before he finished speaking, an old man dressed in gray appeared behind him. He looked at Shen Miao and said with a smile, "Madam, I'm almost dying of thirst. Please give me some water."
The old man was dressed strangely, smelled terrible, and stared intently, making people suspicious. It wasn't that he refused to give her water, but Shen Miao's status was special. If she ran into someone with bad intentions, she would be in big trouble. Mo Qing ordered his men to hold the old man back, preventing him from getting close to Shen Miao. Shen Miao smiled and said, "There's a drought along the way. The weather is not good. A bowl of water is a life. Give it to him. I don't need this bowl of water either."
Since Shen Miao had spoken, Mo Qing went ahead and ordered someone to bring a bowl of water to the old man. The old man gulped it down in one gulp, patted his stomach, pushed away the guard's hand, stood up, and bowed to Shen Miao in a formal manner, saying, "Madam, you are so kind-hearted that you saved my life. I must repay you for this bowl of water."
"Poor Taoist?" Shen Miao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Are you a Taoist priest?"
"Your Dharma name is Chiyan." The strange old man looked at Shen Miao and shook his head, saying, "Madam has a very noble face, but her luck is high but her fate is short, she cannot bear the noble fortune."
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