The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Swallowing this mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, Lu Qing looked at the handsome young man standing on the other side of the short wall and suppressed his beating heart.

"May I ask which border we are heading to, sir?"

"Jade Gate." That person also looked at Lu Qing, a glint flashing across his eyes.

Lu Qing calculated that the distance from Longxi to Yumen Pass was more than a thousand kilometers, and even if it was the Silk Road, the road conditions would not be very good. Besides, war was frequent, and if they were delayed along the way, they might have to travel for months.

If the time was long enough, there would be plenty of chances. She could slowly plan her escape.

"I wonder when will we leave? At least let's clean up a bit. " Lu Qing pulled Han Shuo's neck closer to his side, looking like an orphan.

Xue Yan looked at Lu Qing, then swept his eyes over the house with its earthen walls and extended a finger.

"Find me in the eastern part of the village in two hours. If you dare to escape …"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the beautiful man's face. Lu Qing's eyes narrowed as he turned around and dragged Han Shuo into the house to clean up.

They were already poor to begin with and had saved up half a year's money by selling tofu. However, they had only bought some cotton clothes for her and Han Shuo, so they still had a few hundred dollars left.

Luqing packed all her new cotton clothes, the blanket that had long been furred at the edges, and rolled it up as well. She also stuffed it into the blanket she had specially made for the blacksmith.

"Mom, where are we going?" Tears had already disappeared from Han Shuo's eyes. He rolled his eyes and looked at Lu Qing.

"I'll find a father for you." Luqing raised his head and saw that the tall and thin figure was still outside the window, so he said this to Han Shuo.

"I don't want a father anymore. When I'm with my father, I don't have enough to eat, so I can only follow my mother to eat." Han Shuo had changed into a sobbing tone.

"Be good, then find a father that can let you eat your fill." After stuffing the last copper coin into his clothes, Lu Qing carried the huge bundle on his back.

She was slender and carried such a large bag on her back that she looked rather comical.

The military head gave her two hours. In fact, she took less than an hour to finish cleaning up.

There was a stone mill, beans, and a large bag of plaster. All of the leftover firewood, oil, salt, and even some old bedding that couldn't be taken away, Lu Qing gave it all to Old Lady Li and her son next door.

"Little Qing`er, you have travelled a long way, take care of yourself and little Shuang'er." Old Mrs. Li took a few pastries she made and wrapped them for Lu Qing.

Lu Qing did not refuse and took the biscuit. Carrying a huge bag on his back, he took Han Shuo by the hand and headed to the empty area at the east end of the village.

The officer and his team of soldiers were already waiting there. Beside a few simple and crude large carriages stood a dozen women with large bags and small luggage. Luqing recognized two of them.

It seemed that she really was the widow of all her pursuers, and she was the youngest among them.

Just as Lu Qing was about to load her bag onto the cart, she saw a widow she knew start to smile at her.

"Isn't that the Little Green who sells tofu? Why don't you... "Ai, back then I advised you to find someone to marry to but you were unwilling. The second son of the Li family, wasn't it better to be a concubine than to suffer at the border? What a pity …"

Lu Qing's cold gaze swept over Widow Wang. She was in her early twenties, and her pair of triangular eyes made people feel displeased, especially when they looked at her schadenfreude.

"Big Sis Wang, when you're free, it's best if you don't speak to me or cause any problems. Otherwise, when we reach the border, I'll tell the soldiers that you have at least a dozen men in Black Stone Village."