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

Wan Yuandong curled the corners of his lips and rubbed his shoulder which was stinging from the rope.

He looked at Yao Hai with envy, sighed, and put the rope around himself with trembling hands.

"Let's go...let's go..."

"It's important to hurry..."

If they don't leave now, Emperor Wu of Liang might send people to arrest them as soon as the rain-praying ceremony is over.

Emperor Wu of Liang was concentrating on praying for rain at the time and might not have noticed that they had run away.

However, some of the civil and military officials must have noticed their absence.

It’s just because they are praying for rain now, they don’t dare interrupt the prayer to inform on others.

Yao Hai looked at Wan Yuandong's pale face and frail body and shook his head in disdain.

"Let me do it, you and your son go from behind and push harder!"

Yao Hai took off all the ropes from Wan Yuandong and his son and put them on himself.

"Go ahead, what are you standing there for!"

“You’re wasting time by procrastinating…”

Yao Hai yelled at Wan Yuandong at the top of his voice.

"......Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Wan Yuandong knew that he was exhausted and did not dare to be polite to Yao Hai.

It is more important to rush to Guangfeng City at this time.

Yuan Qiying hurriedly followed Wan Yuandong and pushed the cart together.

In this way, Yao Hai was pulling the cart alone in front, and seven or eight people were pushing the carriage beside the cart.

With Yao Hai's joining, the speed of the cart became much faster.

Old Mrs. Wan, who was sitting on the cart, had been leaning sideways and looking sleepy. Now she was shaking so much that she held on to the edge of the cart tightly, fearing that she would fall off if she dozed off...

.......

"emperor!!!"

"If this continues, they will all die."

Ma Ximing looked at Emperor Wu of Liang with a pleading look on his face.

Six of the nine Taoist priests on the rain-praying altar have fallen, leaving only three still struggling to hold on.

On the supporting pillars of the rain-praying altar, there were several bloodstains spreading from the top down, which was extremely frightening to look at.

If we delay any further, these Taoist priests will really sacrifice themselves to heaven.

Emperor Wu of Liang didn't even glance at Ma Ximing.

He looked up at the gloomy sky and felt that if he persisted a little longer, the rain would start to fall.

Suddenly, another strong wind blew.

“Woo~~Woo~~”

The strong wind made the rain-praying altar creak and shake even more violently, and it seemed that the Taoist priests might be blown off by the wind at any time.

"Ah~"

The rain-praying altar swayed more and more violently, and the crowd watching could not help but exclaim.

Everyone looked at the rain-praying altar with nervous expressions.

Emperor Wu of Liang also unconsciously took a step back.

He frowned as he looked at the rain-praying altar, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The rain hasn't come yet, and it would be unlucky if the altar collapsed.

The civil and military officials kneeling around the rain-praying altar were so frightened that they were covered in cold sweats.

Mother!

They might as well be blocked one kilometer away like the common people.

They were kneeling in the circle of the people. If the rain-praying altar collapsed, they would be crushed to death.

"crunch~"

The rain-making altar shook more and more violently, making a terrifying sound.

"what!"

Everyone's heart trembled, and there was another suppressed exclamation.

The sweat on the foreheads of the civil and military officials instantly dripped down their cheeks like rain and onto the ground.

Minister of Revenue Chai Yuanyu looked at the bloodstains winding on the pillars of the altar and his face turned pale with fright.

He could no longer kneel when the rain altar creaked loudly again.

Chai Yuanyu glanced in the direction of Emperor Wu of Liang.

Seeing Ma Ximing kneeling in front of Emperor Wu of Liang, his face seemed not to be very good.

Chai Yuanyu hesitated for a moment, then tremblingly walked towards Emperor Wu of Liang, his legs numb from kneeling.

"emperor!"

Chai Yuanyu knelt before Emperor Wu of Liang with his numb legs shaking.

"Your Majesty, I implore you to put your health first and return to the palace immediately for the sake of the country!"

As long as Emperor Wu of Liang didn't leave, these officials wouldn't dare to run away.

Chai Yuanyu lowered his eyelids and glanced at Ma Ximing out of the corner of his eye.

He felt that the rain would not fall any more, but he did not dare to say this to Emperor Wu of Liang.

However, Ma Ximing, the official historian of the Imperial Observatory, should be able to say this.

It was a thunderous and windy day. Could it be that Ma Ximing couldn't calculate whether it would rain or not?

Ma Ximing’s ability shouldn’t be so bad.

Ma Ximing glanced at Chai Yuanyu and asked again,

"Your Majesty, praying for rain is important, but it is far less important than your holy body..."

“Crunch, crunch~~”

Just as Ma Ximing was begging Emperor Wu of Liang to return to the palace, the rain-praying altar was shaking more and more violently.

"what!"

As the altar shook, the onlookers opened their mouths in fear and screamed unconsciously.

The three Taoist priests left on the rain-praying altar held tightly to the railings of the altar with their hands and were completely unable to continue the rain-praying ceremony.

Emperor Wu of Liang looked at the crumbling altar for praying for rain, his heart already in his throat.

He estimated that the altar would not fall on him.

But those kneeling civil and military officials were hit directly.

Emperor Wu of Liang heard the creaking sound and unconsciously took a step back.