The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old-Chapter 23

A Weird Uncle with a Feather Duster

The night had fallen and fear started to spread among the group.

The white fog was already dense during the day and it was even more tumultuous at night.

It was all white in front of everyone’s eyes and they couldn’t even see their fingers when they stretched their hands forward.

Light disappeared in the dark, making people even more terrified. The chief of the Yamen officers understood this deeply.

Every time he was sent to Desolate City, the place where they had the most casualties along the way was the foggy forest.

“Everyone stays together back to back. If any one of you needs to go to the toilet, go with two other people and don’t separate.”

The chief of the Yamen officers asked everyone to make a fire and gave them two crackers each. They grilled both sides of the crackers to golden brown with the fire and started eating.

The Jiang family was in low spirits. Old Lord Jiang was holding a cracker and he hadn’t been talking for a while now.

Jiang Yuqing coughed. He was born with a weak body. His mother had found him a few concubines over all these years, but they didn’t give him any children.

Only Yuan was strong enough to bear two children for him.

And now, he could only hope that his brother could bring Yuan and the child back.

Liu used to be superior and her maids and servants would comfort her, whenever something didn’t go as planned. But now, they were either sold or exiled, so nobody was here to serve her.

The old lady’s bad temper was immediately exposed.

“I want to eat meat…” Xiao Huailu held her face and squeezed it into a ball, making herself look chubby and extremely cute.

Xia felt bad for her child. She immediately hugged her daughter and said, “When we get to Desolate City, I’ll make it for you. I’ll make you squabs, stuffed chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs…”

This kid had suffered quite a lot since she was born. Perhaps she had stayed too long in her mother’s womb, her brain didn’t seem to work well after she was born.

She knew Jiang Huaiying always made fun of her, but she still liked to play with her.

She knew that the old lady didn’t like her, but she still went to see her every day.

Nobody had thought that she would become smarter day by day after standing under the guillotine.

Even those clear and full eyes became brighter and the intelligence inside her eyes was about to flood out.

This was probably her only comfort.

“Eat, eat, eat, are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost? You only think about eating the whole day! Your father and aunt are still out there and all you can think of is food! Did the Jiang family not give you food and drink? How would there be meat for you to eat here? You’re truly daydreaming!” Liu didn’t have anywhere else to vent her anger. It was getting darker right now and she was feeling a bit regretful.

She shouldn’t have asked Jiang Yubai to risk his life to look for Yuan.

However, this thought was gone in an instant.

Thinking her younger son would be lonely if he lost his wife and child, this thought gained the upper hand again.

Meanwhile, all the prisoners were sitting together. Xia’s face turned pale, but she dared not to refute her mother-in-law. And yet, many of the exiles were straightforward. One of them said right away, “This old lady is so unreasonable. You already have one foot in your grave, but you still took a cracker from your daughter-in-law. That kid is just three years old. Why can’t she want to eat? How embarrassing.”

The fog was so dense at the moment, so nobody knew who was speaking righteously.

But everyone all laughed in disdain.

Liu’s face flushed.

Jiang Huailu pouted. When she saw her mother tighten her lips and tears well up in her eyes, she immediately frowned.

She seemed to hear a clear sound of a bell in the fog.

Before Jiang Huailu could comfort her mother, she looked in the direction of where the sound came from.

She only saw some shadows faintly appearing in that white fog.

There seemed to be a black and a white shadow. One of them was holding a feather duster in one hand and an iron chain in the other, while a baby was looped behind the chain.

“Hm, why is that uncle holding a feather duster? His hat is so sharp…”