After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

As the team gradually approached, the exhausted yamen runner barely dragged his heavy body and staggered forward, his heart filled with the desire to escape and be reborn.

He tried to straighten his messy clothes, but found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably. In the end, he could only raise his arms as much as possible to show friendliness, ready to ask for help from the passing caravan.

However, things went against his wishes. When the group of seemingly ordinary merchant guards noticed him, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Before the yamen runner could speak, several burly guards armed to the teeth quickly surrounded him. One of them swung the stick in his hand mercilessly and knocked him to the ground.

The yamen runner felt his vision go dark, and a burning pain instantly swept over his cheek. In his blurred consciousness, he heard the cold question: "You damn refugee! What do you want to do by approaching us?"

Lying on the ground, the yamen runner covered his rapidly swollen cheek, feeling a mixture of pain and humiliation.

He realized that his miserable appearance was no different from those ragged refugees wandering around, so it was no wonder that he was misunderstood.

He struggled to raise his head, his voice filled with pleading: "I'm not a refugee! I'm a yamen runner escorting a prisoner! I...I really didn't mean to offend you."

He said this without any resentment, because he knew very well that the owner of a caravan with so many guards must be either rich or noble, or have a background that cannot be underestimated.

As an insignificant yamen runner, no matter how dissatisfied and resentful he felt, he could only choose to endure it at this moment to avoid causing greater trouble.

After hearing the guards' message, the mysterious figure protected in the carriage opened the curtain and said to the guards outside: "Bring him here, I have something to ask him!"

Upon hearing this, the guards nodded to the yamen runner on the ground, signaling him to follow.

Although the bailiff felt uneasy, he still struggled to get up from the cold ground and staggered to the front of the magnificent carriage following the guards.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the people inside said, "Isn't this gentleman going to escort a prisoner? How did he end up like this?"

These words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the yamen runner's barely calmed mood. The chaotic scenes flashed through his mind one by one - Zhang Liang's appearance, his colleagues' screams, his own narrow escape...

His face turned pale as paper in an instant, his lips trembled, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Huang Xu, sitting in the carriage, stared sharply at the complex and changing expressions on the yamen runner's face, and quickly made a judgment in his mind - this yamen runner had obviously experienced something extraordinary, otherwise he would not have revealed such a look of fear and despair.

Huang Xu couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. If this matter was really related to Zhang Liang, then it would undoubtedly be great news for him. His plan might be able to take a key step forward.

However, facing the yamen runners who stood there in a daze and remained silent, Huang Xu's patience gradually wore out.

His brows were furrowed, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help but urge: "Hey! What on earth happened to you? Tell me quickly!"

The yamen runner was awakened by Huang Xu's sudden scolding and his body trembled involuntarily.

He looked up at the young man in the carriage who seemed to have an extraordinary status, and after weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he slowly told him about his experience.

So the yamen runner began to tell about his experience in the dilapidated temple and the whereabouts of Zhang Liang and others.

His voice trembled slightly, but he tried to remain calm and told everything he knew in detail.

As Huang Xu listened, his eyes gradually brightened.

He thought to himself, "God is really helping me!"

Although I had previously guessed that Zhang Liang and the others might escape in this direction, I was still unsure. Now that it has been confirmed, I can finally feel relieved.

Just as Huang Xu was thinking about his next plan, the yamen runner who had finished speaking glanced cautiously at the carriage and asked tentatively, "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you? If not, can I leave now?"

He secretly regretted it in his heart. He thought he could get some help when he met a caravan, but he didn't expect that not only did he not get any help, he was punched instead.

I shouldn’t have gone over there if I had known.

Huang Xu came to his senses after hearing the words of the yamen runner.

Having learned of Zhang Liang's whereabouts, he was in a very good mood. He said to the steward standing next to the yamen runner, "Uncle Fu, please give this gentleman some silver and some dry food!"

Uncle Fu nodded and replied respectfully, "Yes, Master."

Then he waved his hand and signaled the guards to bring some silver and a small bag of dry food.

Seeing these things, the yamen runner smiled flatteringly and thanked Huang Xu repeatedly: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

However, listening to his thanks, Huang Xu frowned.

Now that the yamen runner was no longer useful, his tone became annoyed: "Okay, we have something else to do, you can leave now!"

The bailiff seemed to have noticed this as well, and he nodded and bowed to express his understanding. Then he left tactfully, leaving Huang Xu alone in the car in deep thought.

At this moment, Uncle Fu quietly approached the carriage window and said in a low voice, "Master, from what that young yamen runner said just now, it seems that Zhang Liang and the others are not far away from us. Should we chase them and catch them now?"

As soon as Uncle Fu finished speaking, Huang Xu's face turned ashen. He turned around abruptly, glared at Uncle Fu, and shouted, "Idiot! Do you want me to die?"

"Zhang Liang is surrounded by so many guards, and all of them are masters of extraordinary skills. If we go after him now, wouldn't that be courting death?"

Hearing Huang Xu's harsh reprimand, Uncle Fu was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He quickly lowered his head and dared not say another word.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became tense, as if even the air had frozen.

Huang Xu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said coldly: "Use your brain more before doing things in the future, and don't cause trouble for me anymore."

If it were in the past, with Huang Xu's violent personality, Uncle Fu would definitely be beaten by him now. However, after being taught a lesson by Huang Silang, his personality became much more restrained.

Huang Xu pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked the housekeeper, "I remember the city below is a small city called Ninggu City, right?"

After hearing Huang Xu's words, the butler finally raised his head and answered cautiously, "Yes, Master. As long as we pass through Ninggu City, we will have completely entered the territory of the Southern Barbarians."

Huang Xu frowned slightly when he heard this, as if he was thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he asked again: "Do we have any influence in that place?"

After hearing this, the butler nodded and said, "Of course, Master. You should know that Ning Gucheng is also within our sphere of influence. Before the master left, he told me that you can mobilize all the forces within the family."

After getting the butler's answer, Huang Xu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he knew what to do.

He turned around and said to the housekeeper, "Notify our people to set off immediately. We need to get into Ninggu City before Zhang Liang and the others do! We need to be prepared in advance!"

When the butler heard Huang Xu's instructions, he immediately responded respectfully, "Yes", then quickly turned around and left to arrange related matters.

Not long after, this team disguised as a caravan began to move towards Ning Gucheng at an extremely fast speed.

After resolving the harassment from the yamen runners, Zhang Liang considered that Wang Xueyi and the others had just been detoxified, and had experienced a long journey and days of hunger, so they were not suitable for eating greasy food. He decided to cook some hot porridge for Wang Xueyi and the others to replenish their strength.

As pot after pot of fragrant porridge was cooked, the air was filled with the soothing aroma of food.

When bowls of hot, soft and glutinous rice porridge were handed to everyone, a long-lost smile gradually appeared on their originally tired faces.

Others were no exception. Every bite seemed to inject new vitality into the body, which significantly improved everyone's mental outlook.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Liang felt very relieved.

After everyone had recovered some strength, Zhang Liang planned to ask them what had happened and why they suddenly became prisoners.