The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Han Yang's hand paused slightly.

"A disabled person is not blessed to serve the Lord any longer."

Mr. Xuan watched Han Yang grow up, and he had always seen his ambitions.

"That's fine. You're still young, and you have a long life ahead of you. Now that you're half free, you can go out more often. Don't stay cooped up in the house all day, holding your sword like a wife."

Han Yang ate quickly, and by the time Old Xuan was speaking, he had already finished.

The hand that was about to touch the sword suddenly stopped. It was not right to take it, nor was it right not to take it.

Looking at the sword in his arms, the blade was as sharp as autumn frost and could cut through iron like mud.

"You do not understand."

This was awarded to him by His Majesty after he passed the trial and received praise from him.

When he left Huangwuwei, he took nothing with him except this sword.

"Yes, I don't understand. I only know that things in this world are unpredictable, so we should cherish the present moment. We should always look forward, don't you think?"

Han Yang skillfully put away the sword and wrapped it with silk.

"I know, don't worry."

Han Yang stood up, holding the sword and turned to look at Old Xuan who was sitting on the ground in a hapless state.

He knew that Master Xuan was comforting him.

There was a smile in Han Yang's eyes, and a hint of warmth in his eyebrows.

"Even if I lose my right hand, I still have my left hand, and I can still hold the sword."

Old Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him.

"Good boy, you can think this way. I'm sure everyone will be happy for you when they know it."

He could see that the kid had really figured it out.

He no longer had the resentment and dejection he had at the beginning. When he met him this time, he could see that he was more humane than before.

At least, I know how to use honorifics.

Instead of following those brats and calling him Xuanxuan like before, which sounded inappropriate.

He was so disrespectful that he wished he could punch him twice.

"If you see them next time, please tell them that I'm fine."

After Han Yang finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the house.

Only after his figure disappeared did Old Xuan let out a noticeable sigh.

What a good child, it's such a pity.

Han Yang is the most talented among this group of shadow guards, otherwise he would not be valued by His Majesty and become his personal shadow guard.

During the palace incident, His Majesty was besieged in the main hall, and the eldest prince broke in with the rebels. In the chaos, a favored concubine attempted to assassinate His Majesty.

The two men were too close to each other, and by the time they discovered it, the dagger was almost at His Majesty's neck.

Han Yang reached out and grabbed the dagger, stabbing the assassin in the throat with one blow.

But the dagger was poisoned and the toxin had already penetrated the wound. Han Yang made a quick decision and cut off his entire right arm.

His life was saved, but he was removed from His Majesty's side.

Even if you are compensated with a huge amount of money, what you have lost will never come back.

Just figure it out.

Old Xuan took another sip of wine and sucked the oil off the bones.

It tastes good, but it’s a little bit small.

Look, life has been too comfortable, and even my bones have become lazy.

Old Xuan stretched and prepared to go back to the house to take a nap.

Just when the capital was peaceful and prosperous, the Emperor of Chu received a secret report on his desk.

There are only six words on it:

The Western Barbarians suspected some unusual movements.

The King of Chu read it and threw the letter into the candlelight beside him. The candlelight swallowed the words on it bit by bit.

"Liangcheng"

A shadow appeared on the curtain.

"My subordinate is here."

"Take your men with you and go to Yuanning to investigate secretly. Be careful not to alert the enemy. I want to find out who they are."

After hiding for so many years, he finally caught the rat by its tail.

"Yes."

The shadow disappeared and the candlelight on the imperial desk flickered.

The Emperor of Chu looked at the pile of memorials on the imperial desk and felt very annoyed.

The crown prince of the Great Chu has not yet been decided, and there are very few people available in the court. Even if the Emperor of Chu wants to do something, it will be in vain.

However, except for Xiaoliu, his other three sons were too deeply involved with the upstarts.

No matter who becomes the next emperor, the court will inevitably be unbalanced and the new nobles will control the government.

If this continues for three generations, the Great Chu will probably have to change its name.

The face of the Emperor of Chu was hidden in the darkness. He allowed the new nobles in the capital to grow in power, but he had been making arrangements in the local areas for many years.

It will be time to close the net only after the next emperor is determined.

He inherited the dilapidated house left by his father, but he could not let the house continue to fall into disrepair and pass it on to the next generation.

The ministers he left in various places did not disappoint him and even brought him unexpected news.

I just don't know which hole this mouse jumping up and down came from.

Yumen, Yuanning County, Xiyang

Amidst the wind and sand, a group of people were walking quickly, young and old, with their faces covered by scarves.

They walked to a dilapidated courtyard door and knocked. A woman inside, who also had her face covered, first asked who it was. When she learned that it was one of their own who had returned, she quickly opened the door.

The group entered the house and first shook off the dust on their bodies outside before going in.

"You're all back. Why are you back so early today?"

There was a large ceramic jar filled with water in the room. At this time, the women who heard the noise came out.

They are the Fang clan who were exiled.

"Father, this is the water I fetched this morning. It's boiled."

He Jiajing handed the bowl to Mr. Fang. The corners of the bowl were a little chipped, but it was the best bowl in the house.

The water was a little turbid, but it was much better than the water they saw today. At least it was drinkable.

Old Master Fang's lips were dry and pale, and only after drinking some water did they regain some color.

After he drank, the rest of the men started to fetch water to drink. They didn't have special bowls, so they all drank while I drank.

"How are you guys at home? No one's been over today, right?"

After Mr. Fang recovered, he asked about the situation at home.

"Everything is fine at home. Ever since my second brother brought some people to beat up those hooligans last time, they haven't dared to come here again."

"Where are the children?"

When talking about children, Mr. Fang's expression became much gentler.

"The children were all sleeping in the basement. It was getting hot, and Fu Ge'er and the others started to get rashes, so I asked them to go downstairs and sleep."

The two of them were talking, and the others were listening.

There were a total of twenty-seven members of the Fang family, all crowded into this small room.

They were exiled to Yumen, and without the imperial edict, they would never be able to leave Yumen.

On weekdays, they are under the jurisdiction of the government and work at the border.

Or repair the border fence to prevent the Western barbarians from destroying the brambles.

Or they would go to the outer river thirty miles away to transport water to irrigate the government fields.

The water in Yumen is extremely precious. The water in the inner river is used by Yumen people on a daily basis. If they want to use it in the fields, they have to fetch water from the outer river.

The outer river is close to the border, and Western barbarians often come here to burn, kill and loot, so it is very dangerous there.

Generally, the people of Yumen go with the government officials, which is safer.

Life is naturally not easy for exiles, but at least the family is still together and can survive by supporting each other.