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Qin Feng kept looking back, but after walking several dozen meters, the stunning lady in white was no longer visible.
Commander Zhang Mu, Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander Liu Xian, and the hundreds of Imperial Guards on horseback also turned to look. Since their master was looking, they naturally had to look back as well; it might be something good.
Originally, there were treasures to be seen, but then he saw a woman dressed in white, her entire body snow-white, with a face that was flawless and fair, like a beauty made of white jade stepping out.
How could there be such a beautiful woman! She was actually Qin Sir's wife, resembling a celestial fairy descending from heaven.
She exuded an air of nobility and grace, along with purity; she was simply an unparalleled Great Beauty!
Even the robust Imperial Guards, like wolves, were left drooling; it was their first time seeing this Great Beauty. Even the concubines of the emperor could not compare to this holy Qin lady.
However, peeking aside, they still had to continue on their way. After glancing a few more times, they moved forward again, riding on strong Black Horses that were excellent steeds gathered from various places.
When Wang Xiyue arrived at the gate, she found the front filled with a sea of Imperial Guards and Black Horses; it was truly shocking! It had been a long time since she had seen so many Imperial Guards; they all seemed to be elite soldiers.
Her husband was at the very front, surrounded by many people and horses that blocked her view; she couldn't even see the shadow of the carriage.
They had lined up for hundreds of meters, almost blocking the entire road as they slowly moved forward.
Her heart couldn't help but feel very sad. Tears began to glisten on her fair face; even when she cried, she looked so captivating.
Beside her were two tall maidservants who took out white handkerchiefs to wipe away her tears.
One of them was Yun'er, who had long admired the master. However, due to the master-servant relationship, she could not become his concubine. She felt somewhat sad and sincerely hoped that Qin Feng would return alive!
Behind them followed a dark mass of troops. Although it wasn't an army of thousands or tens of thousands, in Qin Feng's heart, it felt like many people; calling it an army wouldn't be an exaggeration.
He was in that spacious carriage, secretly crying. He was just a young man in his twenties who had just graduated from university in his era. His mind was fragile and his emotions simple.
Leaving with the woman he loved dearly—who was also a Gorgeous Beauty—was undoubtedly very painful for him. Tears quickly streamed down his face and onto his clothes.
Yet he had made up his mind; he must return alive. He couldn't let his stunning wife wait alone at home. Even if she couldn't bear children for him, he wouldn't abandon her.
Tokyo City was filled with High Officials, and their family backgrounds were prominent. If she were left alone, she would surely attract the attention of those treacherous officials who might forcefully take her as a concubine.
You must become stronger, even stronger than those treacherous officials, so that they cannot do anything to you or harm the woman you love.
He closed his eyes in the carriage and began to rest, feeling that the driver's skills were quite good; it was rather comfortable to sit.
His body was truly exhausted, a deep-seated fatigue that felt like he was being drained. He needed to rest well for a while!
After some time, he noticed that not only were there the sounds of horses neighing in his ears, but also the sounds of people groaning. It sounded quite pitiful, with both elderly groans and children's voices.
He pulled back the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. It was already bright, and the sunlight was quite nice.
However, several people were sleeping on the ground, their hair a tangled mess, worse than a chicken coop. Their clothes were tattered and worn, with only one garment on them, revealing their sallow and thin skin.
It was winter, which was quite cold. Even with the sunlight, there was a biting cold wind outside that made one shiver. Yet those people were somehow able to sleep.
Upon closer inspection, those individuals were shivering in the cold wind but unwilling to get up, as if standing would expend even more of their energy.
The groans of the elderly continued to reach his ears, along with the weak voices of children. The child's voice especially sounded like it was struggling for breath.
He looked further back and saw an elderly person in tattered clothing about a few meters away, along with a child around four or five years old. The child was in the old person's arms, which was truly heartbreaking.
It was an old woman, probably in her sixties! Her head was full of white hair, her skin appeared dry and darkened, and her face was pale; she seemed barely able to stand.
"Officials, please have mercy! Give us something to eat; my grandson hasn't eaten for three days and is almost starving. Even a single cake would help him survive today."
She showed them the boy in her arms; he looked weak and pale, barely able to stand or speak, pleading for help.
The few Imperial Guards in black armor laughed mockingly at them! They kept spitting on the ground in disgust.
"Old hag, we've told you many times already! We don't have any rations on us; go ask wealthy people for food! We need to continue our journey; we don't have enough to eat ourselves. If you don’t leave, I might just hit you; your frail body can't take it!"
"Why don’t you just sleep like those others on the cold ground? Once you're asleep, you won't feel hungry anymore."
They wore grotesque smiles as if soldiers always demanded money from commoners; when had soldiers ever given anything to them?
The old woman continued to plead, knowing they were about to lose their temper and might hit her. This wasn’t the first time it happened. But she couldn't let her last grandson die; her two older grandsons had already starved to death—this one was all she had left.
"Officials, please have mercy! This is my only grandson left; they have all starved to death. Just give him a cake so he can survive this day!"
He reached out his bony hand towards the Imperial Guards, knowing they carried rations, with a large gray bundle that must contain food.
The Imperial Guards naturally noticed him; how could an old man be so quick? He didn't know how long he had been starving, and even his reaching out was slow, like an ant crawling.
With a wave of his hand, he swatted the old man's feeble hand aside, causing the old man to fall to the ground and crawl over.
Of course, the child also fell to the ground, but he had no strength left and couldn't even crawl anymore, just lying there at an angle.
He was still shouting for the Official to show mercy and give him something to eat; the child was really about to starve to death!
The Imperial Guards were extremely angry; this old Beggar truly had no shame! He had no rations left and was still clinging to them, simply looking for trouble.
Suddenly, he drew his curved Long Sword and pointed it at the old man. "You old fool really have no shame. I have no food left, and you filthy old hand is still reaching for me. Are you looking for death? Do you believe I won't cut you down? After all, dozens of people have frozen to death in this city."
Qin Feng also noticed this and stepped down from the sedan chair, angrily glaring at the Imperial Guards for treating an old man like this; he only wanted something to eat.
"Put down your sword! How can you treat our citizens like this? Do you believe I won't cut you down first?"
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