She imitated the plot of the TV series in her previous life and softly comforted him.
"Mom, I'm just in exile, not going to die. Don't be sad."
It was okay if He Zhiran didn't say so. Seeing that her daughter was more sensible than before, Ling Xueyan cried even harder.
Although He Yuanming didn't cry like Ling Xueyan, his eyes were red.
He knew in his heart that time was limited, so he reached out and pulled Ling Xueyan to his side.
He said sternly to He Zhiran: "It is true that your parents are sorry for you, and you have to suffer such an unreasonable disaster on the second day of your wedding."
With that said, He Yuanming took out a bulging purse from his arms and quietly placed it in He Zhiran's hand.
In addition, He Zhiran was given a package that was not too big or too small.
The officials did not interfere with this, after all, they had already taken advantage of others.
What's more, if these prisoners have money in their hands, they still have to pay tribute to them on the road.
"This is the food prepared by your parents for you. Don't be reluctant to use it. In addition to taking care of the official errands on the way, ask them to help you get some better food."
Also, you have loved to be clean since you were a child, so your mother brought you a few changes of underwear."
As He Yuanming talked, he felt a little unable to continue.
He turned his head away, not daring to look at He Zhiran again, and finally said: "It was my father's fault. I shouldn't have forced you to marry into the Mo family."
"Dad." He Zhiran shouted without any pressure.
Whether it was He Yuanming in the memory of the original owner or the loving father who cared about his daughter in front of him, He Zhiran could be sure that he was a good father.
For such a person, He Zhiran was willing to call him daddy.
“My daughter used to be ignorant and often made her parents angry.
Now, the daughter has married Mo Jiuye and will become a member of the Mo family from now on.
Don't worry, I will definitely live a good life, and when the day comes, my daughter will definitely honor my parents."
Listening to He Zhiran's words, Ling Xueyan burst into tears again.
Her daughter became sensible overnight. Unfortunately, such a sensible daughter had to be exiled to the northwest to suffer.
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Ling Xueyan hugged He Zhiran again and cried loudly.
He Yuanming couldn't control it anymore and kept wiping tears at the side.
Maybe it was because of the emotion of the original owner, or maybe because He Zhiran cherished this family relationship very much, and her tears also fell down.
He Yuanming was more rational. Seeing that the time was almost up, he patted the backs of mother and daughter.
"Okay, time is running out, I still want to see my uncle."
He Zhiran turned his head and glanced at Mo Jiuye, who was lying on the wooden cart not far away.
"Dad, he is still unconscious."
Although he knew that his parents would not betray them, after all, there were so many pairs of eyes around them staring at them, and He Zhiran did not dare to be too careless.
He Yuanming nodded heavily and looked at He Zhiran with an increasingly guilty look.
"Dad knows that my uncle is physically injured."
With that said, he strode towards Mo Jiuye's direction.
Seeing the unconscious Mo Jiuye with his own eyes, He Yuanming really regretted marrying his daughter to him.
My daughter had already said at the beginning that she did not want to be like the women of the Mo family who became a widow not long after entering the house.
But he just didn't want to be that kind of treacherous villain, so he drugged his daughter and forcibly married her into the Mo family.
As a result, in just one day, the Mo family was confiscated and exiled.
Looking at Mo Jiuye's appearance, life or death was uncertain.
As a second-rank Yuan in the imperial court, how could he not know the hardships of the road to exile?
Not to mention what Mo Jiuye is like now, even if he is fine at the moment, it will not be easy to reach the place of exile safely.
It seems that my daughter is determined to be a widow.
I only hope that she will be blessed with good fortune and good fortune, and arrive in the northwest safely.
When the emperor is less afraid of the Mo family, he will find a way to bring his daughter back from the northwest.
Seeing Mo Jiuye, Ling Xueyan kept wiping her tears and felt more and more sorry for He Zhiran.
At the same time, she also had the same idea as He Yuanming, regretting that she insisted on marrying her daughter into the Mo family.
He Yuanming tried hard to adjust his thoughts, found an angle that the officials couldn't see, took out a letter from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Jiuye's arms.
Then he stood up and looked at Mrs. Mo: "My dear, Ran Ran has been spoiled by our family. If there is anything she doesn't do well, please be generous and accommodate her."
"What did the in-laws say? That Heshi kid is smart and smart, and I like him very much."
"In that case, I'll take my leave." Without saying much, He Yuanming pulled Ling Xueyan, who was still sobbing, and turned to leave.
Ling Xueyan took three steps and turned back, looking at He Zhiran reluctantly for a long time, until she could no longer see her daughter...
This sudden family affection made He Zhiran feel mixed emotions.
She really envied the original owner, who had such a sensible and caring father and mother.
It's a pity that the original owner was short-lived, and his relationship with this family only lasted for seventeen years.
Then, let her replace the original owner in the future to honor her parents!
Although this oath is a bit far away, He Zhiran believes that as long as Mo Jiuye can live well, the Mo family will one day return to the capital.
Seeing He Zhiran standing there sadly, several sisters-in-law quickly stepped forward to comfort him.
"Nine brothers and sisters, don't be sad. Lord He is an honest official and will be safe."
"Yes, sister-in-law Ninth, look how happy you are. My parents chased me all the way to see you off. It's not like me. You can't even see me at home."
"..."
He Zhiran felt the kindness of his sisters-in-law and responded with a smile.
"Sisters-in-law, don't worry, I believe we will come back one day."
Just when the sisters-in-law were still thinking of saying something, the official began to urge them.
"Okay, don't stand still, hurry up and hurry up."
He Zhiran wiped the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, pushed the wooden cart and left.
The third sister-in-law quickly chased after her.
"Ninth brother and sister, let me help you."
Mrs. Mo also said: "Pushing a cart is not easy, so we all take turns."
In ancient times, the roads were all dirt, and there were potholes from time to time, which made the carts sway constantly along the way.
In addition, it had not rained for more than half a month, and the weather was very hot and muggy, making everyone sweat.
Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, causing all the dust to stick to their exposed skin.
So much so that by the time they were ready to rest in the evening, everyone, including the officials, looked gray and disgraced.
The Mo family looked at each other. With their coarse linen clothes piled with patches and their embroidered shoes whose color could no longer be seen clearly, they looked like a group of beggars.
Although He Zhiran only pushed the wooden cart for less than half an hour, he was still very tired.
After all, this body has been pampered and has no physical strength at all.
After just one afternoon of walking, she was so tired that she collapsed on the ground and didn't want to get up.
The others were the same, each one was so tired that they couldn't even straighten their waists, and kept complaining.
Besides, they had gotten up early to eat. It had been a whole day and they had already exhausted all the energy they had. Now they were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs.
On the first day of exile, He Zhiran didn't know what their food would be like.
In short, she didn't have any hope.
Just as she was thinking about it, the leading officer shouted loudly.
"It's time to have dinner. Thick-wheat buns are free, one for each person.
White-flour steamed buns cost one tael or two, but don't even think about it if you don't have any money."
Hearing the official's shouts, He Zhiran almost burst into laughter.
These official officials are really capable. They clearly mark the price of the food, and the price is like stealing money.
Hearing this, Mo Hanyue took Mrs. Mo's arm and said aggrievedly: "Mom, I don't want to eat thick-wheat buns."
Although she had never eaten thick-wheat steamed buns, she had heard those servants say that thick-wheat steamed buns could scratch a person's throat, and she was scared just thinking about it.
Mrs. Mo was now penniless. When she saw that her daughter had been exiled and was still being arrogant and picky, she immediately became serious.
"Hanyue, if you want to eat white flour steamed buns, just give me money in exchange."