Chapter 17: Give you a incense stick time, hold on tight.

Chapter 17

He Zhiran was always vigilant. No matter where she went, she would first observe her surroundings.

This observation was no big deal.

She realized that most of the prisoners looked at the Mohists with hostility.

To confirm that she was not seeing things, He Zhiran rubbed her eyebrows and observed again. It was still the same.

Some people could no longer restrain themselves and started cursing loudly at the Mohists.

"Mo Jiuye, you are a broom star who got your whole family executed. Now you've come to get us too."

"Mohists, I curse you all to suffer a terrible death."

"If it weren't for you, how could the He family suffer such an undeserved calamity?"

"... "

Hearing these people cursing with increasing excitement, while the officers made no attempt to stop them at all.

This made He Zhiran first think that having these people exiled with the Mohists must have been prearranged by the despotic emperor, with the intention of causing trouble for the Mohists.

However, no matter how she thought about it, she just could not figure out why these people were calling Mo Jiuye a broom star.

It looked like with these people around, the journey would not be boring...

Mo Jiuye listened to the cursing, trying hard to control his emotions to prevent lashing out at those people in excitement.

However, he still wanted to see who exactly was cursing him.

So he squinted through the fringe of his bangs to look in the direction of the voices.

He recognized some of these people, who were court officials.

No need to think further, those cursing must be the families of those officials.

What was puzzling was why they would curse him?

Mo Jiuye's mind raced as he considered whether he had any conflicts with these people.

Soon, he was certain of the answer.

One of them with the surname He used to be the vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He was in charge of distributing rations when Mo Jiuye was fighting wars on the border.

As a result, He Zhiyuan embezzled rations for his own personal gain. Mo Jiuye submitted a memorial to Emperor Shunwu to thoroughly investigate the matter.

There was also Li Liang, who was a compiler in the Hanlin Academy. He had just returned to the capital when Li Liang took the initiative to ask Mo Jiuye to take his illegitimate daughter as a concubine. Mo Jiuye rejected him outright.

Other than that, he had no other dealings with Li Liang.

However, they still glared at the Mo family.

The Mo ladies, led by Mother Mo, didn't even look at their faces.

This gave those people the feeling of punching cotton.

An officer shouted, "While the day is still early, let's hit the road immediately."

Just as his voice fell, a carriage came from the direction of the capital.

"Wait a moment......Please stop......" the coachman shouted.

Including the officers, everyone squinted to look over.

The carriage soon stopped in front of the convoy.

The coachman immediately jumped down and lifted the curtain.

Two people with their heads wrapped up emerged from inside.

Judging by their figures, it was a man and a woman, both seemingly elderly.

As soon as they got off the carriage, their eyes searched among the crowd and finally landed on He Zhiran.

He Yuanming quickly walked over and took out a large silver ingot to hand to the lead officer.

He did not seem to want to reveal his identity, speaking to the officer very politely.

"Please do me a favor?"

The officer weighed the silver ingot in his hand.

"You have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Be quick."

"Alright." He Yuanming responded and pulled Ling Xueyan to quickly walk towards He Zhiran.

When passing by Mother Mo, He Yuanming deliberately pulled down a bit of the scarf wrapped around his face.

Mother Mo recognized him and sensibly led the others away, leaving only He Zhiran.

Seeing her daughter in coarse hemp clothes, Ling Xueyan's tears fell like broken strands of pearls.

She hugged He Zhiran's slender body tightly and choked with sobs, "Ranran, it's Mother who wronged you...Woo...Mother shouldn't have worked with your father to force you to marry into the Mo family...Woo...It's Mother's fault..."

In her previous life, He Zhiran's parents divorced. From the time she could understand things, she was like a burden in her parents' eyes.

She had never felt the slightest bit of affection from them.

Now being held tightly in the original's mother's arms, this feeling was quite strange to her, but she did not reject it at all.

He Zhiran repeatedly raised and lowered her hand, eventually placing it on Ling Xueyan's back and patting lightly a few times.