Chapter 987 - 987 Previous Life (1)
987 Previous Life (1)
The desert was endless, and the wind was blowing.
The guards were slacking off and did not show much respect to the person in the carriage.
A girl who looked like a maid walked over from behind the carriage and jumped into the carriage. She handed a bowl of porridge to the person inside and said, “Your Majesty, the porridge is a little cold, but it’s still edible. There’s no restaurant nearby. Please make do with it.”
The woman in the carriage was still young, but her face was very haggard, and her clothes were not exquisite and did not even fit her because she was emaciated. She lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked, “Where are we now?”
Bai Lu smiled and said, “I’ve asked around. We’ll definitely be able to reach the capital in five days.”
Shuang Jiang also smiled. “When we reach the palace, Your Majesty, your suffering will come to an end.”
“Suffering will come to an end.” Shen Miao smiled bitterly. “But the dead can’t come back to life.”
She was talking about Jingzhe and Gu Yu. Hearing this, Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang also looked sad and stopped talking.
In order to rope in a powerful official, Jingzhe was willing to be his concubine. In the first year after Shen Miao went to the State of Qin, there was news that Jingzhe was killed by the wife of a powerful official. As for Gu Yu… Shen Miao clenched her fists. She died at the hands of Huangfu Hao while protecting Shen Miao.
Five years, a full five years. In the five years in the State of Qin, her arrogance had all been worn off. She gritted her teeth and endured it because she wanted to return to her homeland one day and reunite with her children. However, the heavy price she paid was not something that outsiders could imagine.
How difficult was this journey? There were not many guards escorting her. Who would have thought that this was the escort team of the empress of a country? The people she brought to the State of Qin had either died or run away in the past five years. If not for Mo Qing protecting her, she would definitely not have been able to return alive.
Shen Miao sighed. Fortunately, all the hardships were not in vain. Five years had finally passed.
When it was time for the carriage to continue setting off, not only did it not set off, but there was also a commotion outside.
She frowned slightly, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and asked, “What happened?”
Mo Qing walked over from the front and said, “We met a strange person who came to ask for water.” Before he could finish his sentence, an old man in gray appeared behind him. He looked at Shen Miao and smiled. “Madam, I’m about to die of thirst. Give me some water to drink.”
This old man was dressed strangely and smelled bad. It was not that he did not want to give her water, but Shen Miao’s identity was special. Mo Qing ordered someone to take this old man away and not let him get close to Shen Miao. Shen Miao said with a smile, “There’s a drought along the way. A bowl of water can perhaps save his life. Give it to him. I… I can’t drink that much water anyway.”
Since Shen Miao had said so, Mo Qing ordered someone to get a bowl of water for the old man. The old man gulped it down and patted his stomach. He stood up, bowed to Shen Miao, and said, “Madam, you’re kind and saved my life. I have to repay you for this bowl of water.”
Shen Miao asked, “Are you a Daoist priest?”
“My name is Chi Yan.” The strange old man looked at Shen Miao and shook his head. “Madam, you have an extremely noble face, but your life is too short for this noble life.”