Northwest Wu City.
Qin Yuanshan felt as if the sky was collapsing; being hated by the Saint and exiled was a major disaster for the Qin family. But even though the male members of the family arrived safely at the place of exile, they were still all intact. Later, though the third son lost an arm, his life was spared, which was fortunate. Gradually, life became bearable.
He thought that although life was impoverished, it wasn't necessarily impossible to live; spending the rest of his life in this Wu City was also doable.
Who would have thought that the biggest disaster would happen to the legitimate eldest grandson?
Qin Yuanshan looked at Qin Mingyan, blood-soaked and near death, and fainted, his vision darkening. Heaven might as well take my old life instead!
"Father." Qin Boguang saw the old man collapse and shouted, turning to the woman standing dazed in the corner, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help."
