Mr. Ruan's health is failing, so he can only rely on his brother to take care of things more.
Qi Nanfeng's prison wagon couldn't move either; he could only grit his teeth and walk on, each step stabbing like needles!
And the narrow path was slippery and overgrown with weeds. Luckily, Ruan Mian had prepared a dagger in advance, and she specifically arranged for the Ruan Mansion people to walk at the back of the convoy.
The people from the Qi Mansion and Uncle's Mansion ahead were complaining incessantly. They were scratched all over by the weeds and branches, slipping and falling, turning everything into chaos, annoying even the government officers, who could only crack their whips in frustration.
With daggers, Ruan Mian and her people cleared the road and walked smoothly.
As they reached a relatively wider road, suddenly there was an unusual commotion at the front of the convoy.
A group of ragged beggars appeared, blocking their way.
