Chapter 211
The long road was accompanied by the creaking sounds of a gradually advancing horse cart.
The cart was driven by a stout man, donned in rusty armor and carrying a wooden sword. Despite the sweltering heat that streamed sweat down his body, he sat upright, his body taut as a bow.
"Dad, when will we reach Chang'an? Tie'er is hungry," a voice asked.
"Soon, soon."
"We've been travelling for so long, you haven't lost the way again, have you?"
"What do you mean 'again'? I've never been to Chang'an before, it was the woodcutter who pointed us the wrong way."
"Ah, I don't know what sins I committed in my past life to have the misfortune of marrying you. There's nothing to eat, nothing to wear. Ah, if only I hadn't married you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have given birth to Tie'er. If I hadn't given birth to Tie'er..."
