An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Faster, faster."

An anxious voice urged from the carriage, with a trembling voice, as if any hesitation would lead to being swallowed by endless fear.

The voice came from a middle-aged man. His handsome face seemed a little blurry in the dim carriage, but the anxiety revealed in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Are you deaf? Hurry up! It will be troublesome if you catch up with us."

Then, another, even sharper complaint erupted from the carriage. This time, it came from a little boy. He sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands tightly grasping the walls, his body swaying with the jolting of the carriage. His face was filled with impatience; he was extremely dissatisfied with everything he saw.

Fu Ge'er was spoiled in his daily life and had never suffered such hardship. He never thought that one day he would have to flee and might even be hunted down.

Outside the carriage, the driver Yanshu couldn't help but frown when he heard the father and son quarreling from time to time, and Fuger occasionally speaking rudely to him.

Yanshu's face was red from the cold wind, his hands tightly gripping the reins, his lips already frozen purple, his upper and lower teeth still chattering. His body was almost numb, but he still tried hard to control the carriage on the rugged mountain road.

Although he was full of resentment, Yanshu knew that now was not the time to complain. They had to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible.

After leaving the South City Gate, the carriage sped southwest. They didn't dare take the official road, but instead took the mountain trails, eating the dry food on the carriage and not daring to stop for a moment.

They were now fugitives. If they were discovered and captured by the authorities, the consequences would be even more disastrous than exile. He had originally thought that as long as he left the capital, he could escape capture, but the reality was far more cruel than he had imagined.

They walked for who knows how long, but when they entered Qianzhou, all they could see were mountains on either side. A light snow began to fall, blanketing the mountains in a blanket of white. The number of pedestrians on the road dwindled. The carriage struggled along the rugged mountain road, its wheels occasionally sinking into the snow, making a creaking sound.

Chu Xuan sat in the carriage, looking out the window, feeling a little panicked. The road was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate, and there was no telling when it would end. But they had no way out.

After walking for another two days, Chu Xuan could no longer bear it and felt safe.

He let out a long sigh and said to Yanshu in front of him, "Let's find a place to rest and stay for a few days." There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his voice.

He knew that he could not flee blindly any longer. He had to find a place to rest and think about what to do next.

"Yes, Prince." Yanshu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing Chu Xuan's words. His whole body was cold, his face numb, his feet were almost numb, and even his right hand, which was controlling the reins, was almost losing control. Hearing that he could rest, he couldn't help but pray silently in his heart, hoping to find a slightly warmer place.

"Dad, why do we live in the mountains? I don't want to live in a shabby house. I'd better go to the next city and settle down." Fu Ge'er was still chattering, completely unaware of their current predicament.

He had grown up in the capital, accustomed to a life of luxury, and could not bear such hardship. In his opinion, living in the mountains was simply torture. He would rather stay in the car for a few more days than live in a shabby house.

"Shut up! You still dare to pick on me at this time. It's good enough to have a place to lie down. Do you think you are in the capital?" Chu Xuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared.

After days of running around and feeling terrified, and now cold and tired, he had completely lost the demeanor and temperament of a noble young man in the capital. He also lost his patience with this useless bastard who only knew how to eat, drink, nag and complain.

He even regretted bringing Fu Ge'er with him. Without this burden, it would be much easier for him to find a place to stay, and he wouldn't have to worry about not having enough money to spend.

They stopped and walked, but they kept walking in the mountains. They went around and around for more than a month and still couldn't get out of Qianzhou.

Finally, in order to avoid the bandits, they turned into every road they saw, turning here and there until they lost sight of the official road and the larger roads.

The three men were tired and scared, and the dry food in the car had run out. In this desolate mountain wilderness, even if they had banknotes, they couldn't use them. Fu Ge'er looked at the desolate scene around him and couldn't help feeling a little scared. He began to regret his original willfulness and why he had followed his father out on the run!

He should have stayed in the capital. He didn't believe that even if his relatives didn't help him, he would still starve to death in the capital.

"It's all your fault. You didn't take the official road, but insisted on taking the small road." After scolding Yanshu, Fu Ge'er even scolded his own father.

He now feels that his father is a coward. It would have been great if he had been living in the capital, but why did he get into trouble? Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to run to this remote mountain area with him.

Seeing that my father couldn't lift anything with his hands or carry anything on his shoulders, even when he was taking over from Yanshu to drive the carriage, he almost rolled into the valley with the horse.

It's useless! It's really useless! Fu Ge'er sighed. As the sky outside the carriage gradually darkened, his panic grew stronger and stronger.

Since entering Qianzhou, they have been attacked by jackals and wild beasts. Although they have not lost a single skin, they are still terrified of wolves.

Thinking of those ferocious wolves, Fu Ge'er's legs couldn't help but go weak. He held on to the car wall tightly, as if this would bring him a sense of security.

"Prince, there must be wolves in the mountains." Yanshu's voice sounded outside the carriage, with a hint of trembling, making their fear even stronger.

Following his master on the run, sleeping in the open air, Yanshu had lost a lot of weight. He didn't dare to complain, but he was already cursing in his heart. If his master hadn't still held his indenture, he would have abandoned his car and fled long ago.

He knew he couldn't leave now. If he left the carriage, he would be torn to pieces by the wolves.

"You know martial arts, it is your responsibility to protect us, otherwise... otherwise..." Fu Ge'er said at the end, and when he saw Yanshu's cold, knife-like and contemptuous look, he finally didn't dare to say anything more about beating the servant to death.

He knew that he had no confidence now. Although Yanshu was just a family slave, his martial arts were their only hope of survival in these desolate mountains and wilderness.