I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

"Dad, I think it's going to rain."

Yao Jinhui carried Old Madam Yao on his back and stared at the gray sky with his teeth bared.

He had just heard several loud thunderclaps, and it looked like Emperor Wu of Liang’s prayer for rain would have a good chance of success this time.

"Fuck off!"

Yao Hai replied casually.

He frowned as he looked at the road ahead, his brows suddenly furrowed.

All the people and refugees near the capital went to watch the rain-praying ceremony. He led his family from the farm and turned from a small road to the official road, but he didn't meet anyone.

Why are there suddenly a group of people in front?

"Son, put me down. I will walk by myself."

Old Madam Yao looked at her son who was tired and out of breath with pity, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

She wasn't so old that she couldn't walk, but the old man insisted that his son carry her on his back.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this old man.

When all the people in the capital were participating in the rain-praying ceremony, he insisted on going to her parents' home.

She hasn't been back to her parents' home for four or five years.

My mother's home is at the East City Gate, and it takes about 10 days of travel by boat and train, which is too tiring for me as I'm old.

The key point is that there is no one left in her family to care about, as her father and mother passed away a few years ago.

She doesn't have a good relationship with her eldest brother and his family.

"Mom, I'm not tired!"

Yao Jinhui grinned, "The ground is full of pebbles, don't come down here to walk."

"My father and I are both martial artists. Our soles are very thick, so we are not afraid of pain."

"Sigh~"

As Yao Jinhui was speaking, he stepped on a sharp stone and his eyebrows raised in pain.

Old Madam Yao's brows knitted in distress.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt?"

Yao Hai listened to his wife's anxious voice and rolled his eyes in anger.

"He's a grown man, he's not that delicate."

Really, his own wife doesn’t feel sorry for him, so why would she feel sorry for her stinky son?

Naturally, the son will have a daughter-in-law to take care of him in the future.

"Hiss, ouch~"

Yao Hai looked at his wife with a sidelong look and quickly pretended to step on a stone, grimacing in pain.

Madam Yao was about to scold the old man to death, but when she saw the old man's distorted expression, she suddenly felt distressed.

"Dahai, what's wrong?"

"Ouch~~" Yao Hai hopped two steps on one foot, with a bitter face.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just stepped on a stone, don't worry ma'am~"

"Ouch~~"

Yao Hai said he was fine, but he kept groaning.

He saw that his wife's attention had returned to him, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Hey!

His wife still feels sorry for him.

"Son, put me down quickly. Your father's foot is injured. I'll go take a look."

Old Madam Yao was extremely anxious when she saw Yao Hai's painful expression.

Yao Jinhui looked at his father's pretentious appearance speechlessly.

Ever since he could remember, his father had always used this method to win favor.

He and his sister were completely an accident; his parents were the true love.

Yao Jinhui just stopped and was about to let his mother get off, but Yao Hai came back to him with a quick step, stretched out his hand and grabbed his wife.

"Wife, I'm fine. I just poked it once. It will be fine after the pain wears off."

"Are you really okay?!" Old Madam Yao's eyes fell on Yao Hai's feet and she frowned slightly.

"It's really okay, look!" Yao Hai said as he stomped his feet firmly on the ground twice.

"Pa~" Yao Hai slapped Yao Jinhui's butt, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and walk."

Yao Jinhui felt a numb pain in his buttocks. He rolled his eyes speechlessly, then resigned himself to his fate and continued walking forward.

Yao Hai followed Yao Jinhui with his teeth bared, holding his wife's arm with one hand and pointing forward with the other hand.

"Look, wife, there seems to be a group of people ahead, see if you recognize them."

Yao Hai squinted his eyes and took a look. They seemed to be all women.

He didn't meet anyone along the way, and suddenly these people appeared out of nowhere. He suspected that they were Wan Yuandong's family.

But he had no impression of the women in Wan Yuandong's family.

"Let me see." Old Madam Yao stretched her neck and looked forward.

The person in front was more than ten feet away from them, and she couldn't see him clearly.

“Huh~~?”

Old Madam Yao frowned in confusion.

"I looked at the woman holding the child. Why does her walking posture resemble Yuan Qiying?"

"Yuan Qiying's grandson is about the same age."

She is quite familiar with Yuan Qiying, and they often go to the temple together to burn incense.

So she was quite familiar with Yuan Qiying's back.