Matriarch He watched as Madam Zou's figure became more and more haggard over the past few days. Her fingers lightly tapped on the small table as she reconsidered the matter she had originally planned on suppressing.

A few days ago, Countess Jing 'an and the matriarch had brought up the matter of having her eldest son's room add another person.

She had truly been looking forward to having a great-grandson for far too long.

She had given her eldest son's wife ten years, but there was still no news.

After passing Zhangzhou, they headed north. They passed through Qi Province by water, then switched to horses to head north. After half a month of travel, they finally arrived at the Great Wu Dynasty's northern province, Liang Province.

When He Changdi saw the boundless grasslands of the north that he remembered from his previous life, he immediately had mixed feelings.

Laiyue galloped to his young master's side and asked, "Young Master, are we directly entering the city?"

He Changdi shook his head and pointed in a certain direction.

Laiyue turned his gaze in that direction and saw a few scattered tents set up on the endless grasslands.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and didn't say anything else.

Along the way, Third Young Master's temper had become worse and worse. His expression was gloomy all day long, as if he was telling them not to provoke him.

Laiyue subconsciously took a deep breath, but in the next moment, the expression on his face twisted. He looked down at his dusty clothes and wanted nothing more than to throw himself into the Wei River. His entire body stank to the point where he couldn't even smell it.

He hadn't expected that Third Young Master, who had always loved cleanliness, would run around with his clothes covered in dirt.

It was currently the height of summer. Ever since they left Qi Province, they hadn't taken care of themselves seriously. The further north they went, the fewer lotus ponds and lakes they saw. Because they were in a hurry to travel, common things like eating, sleeping, and bathing had become luxuries.

Now that they had arrived at the Savage Lands of the north, all they could see were grasslands. There weren't even many tents, let alone inns or restaurants to rest in.

Thinking of this, Lai Yue stole a glance at the Third Young Master beside him. His fitted grey riding clothes had long been stained with dust, and there were even a few scratches on it. His black hair that was tied behind his head was a little messy, and because he hadn't taken care of his face for a few days, his chin had grown a stiff black stubble. After half a month of exposure to the wind and sun, the Third Young Master had become much darker and thinner than before.

The corner of Lai Yue's mouth twitched. If his young master were to ride his horse through the streets of Shengjing like this, not many people would recognize this unkempt and unkempt man as the handsome Yu Sanlang of the He family.

The master and servant quickly arrived at the scattered tents.

At this moment, a slightly plump woman came out of the tent with a jar of buttered tea. Seeing the two strangers, she looked over curiously and said something to them.

Laiyue glared at the woman not far away from him. Even though he had thought about how harsh the environment in the Northern Territory was, he never thought that they would not be able to communicate …

The woman talked to them for a long time, but Lai Yue Qiang didn't understand a single word, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He looked helplessly at his master beside him.

Unexpectedly, He Changdi got off his horse and walked to the woman's side in a few steps. He pursed his lips slightly and then said something that Lai Yue couldn't understand. Finishing, He Changdi took out a seal from the pouch at his waist and showed it to the woman.

The woman took the seal and compared it to the light. Suddenly, she was so happy that she danced. After returning the seal to He Changdi, she bowed respectfully to him and reached out to pull He Changdi into the tent.

Lai Yue stood at the side, dumbfounded. He couldn't understand when the young master could speak the Barbarian language, and looking at his posture, he wasn't just an ordinary master.

He stood there in a daze, holding the reins of the horse because he was so shocked that he couldn't move. In the end, He Changdi turned his head and shouted at him. Only then did he come back to his senses.

From time to time, another teenager would come out of the tent and take the reins of their horses from Lai Yue with a smile. He Changdi glanced over and saw that Lai Yue wasn't moving. Only then did he remind him, "Give the horse to him. He will help us take care of it."

Only then did Lai Yue hand the horse to the tanned teenager who especially liked to smile.

Lai Yue walked to his young master's side and scratched his head helplessly. "Young Master, this lowly one is still a bit confused."

He Sanlang glared at Chang Sui. "What are you confused about? Just follow me."

Lai Yue hurriedly nodded, but after a while, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Young Master, when did you learn the Northern Barbarian language? How come this lowly one doesn't know?"

He Sanlang looked at Lai Yue with disdain. "With that brain of yours, it's normal that you don't know.

You only think about eating all day! "

Lai Yue felt wronged and didn't dare to ask again.

He had only eaten a meal of Third Young Mistress' specially made red braised pork rice. That red braised pork was leftovers from Third Young Mistress's maids. He had been ridiculed by Third Young Master the whole way. He was really wronged!

But when he thought of that red braised pork, Lai Yue couldn't help but salivate. The thick sauce, the fat but not greasy meat, and when he bit into it, the fragrance lingered in his teeth. It was the most delicious meat he had ever eaten!

If he could have a bowl of red braised pork and put it on the white, fat rice, he would definitely be able to eat three big bowls of rice, no, a whole basin of rice!

Thinking back to the journey of eating and sleeping in the open, Lai Yue felt even more gluttonous than before.

He Sanlang was momentarily dazed. Barbarian language?

The reason why he was so familiar with it was because he had been exiled to the Northern Territory in his previous life. He had mingled with the lowest barbarians for three years and suffered all the hardships of the world. How could he not know this most common language!

Thinking of that darkest time, He Changdi couldn't help but clench his fists that were hidden in his sleeves.

However, God was kind to him and gave him a chance to start over!

When he entered the tent, a short but burly barbarian came to welcome him. He placed his right hand on his heart and bowed respectfully to He Changdi.

He Changdi nodded and walked straight to the short table in the tent. When the barbarian sat down with him, the woman who had followed him into the tent came in with two earthen jars.

The barbarian gestured for He Changdi to eat. He Changdi did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the coarse ceramic bowl in front of him and filled it to the brim. He took a bite and looked at Lai Yue, who was kneeling behind him, indicating for him to eat as well.

In order to get to Liangzhou as soon as possible, the master and servant had not eaten for almost a day. They were both starving. Along the way, the master and servant took care of each other. He Changdi didn't put on the airs of a noble young master like when he was in Shengjing. Every time they entered an inn to eat, the two of them would sit at the same table.

Lai Yue didn't decline. He copied He Changdi and filled a bowl for himself. Perhaps because he was too hungry, he picked up the bowl and took a big gulp.

However, the moment the food in the bowl entered his mouth, Lai Yue's originally ordinary face became extremely distorted. He stole a glance at his master and saw that He Changdi's expression didn't change as he took small bites of the food in the bowl. Only then did he force himself to swallow the food in his mouth.

When he lowered his head to look at the black paste in the bowl, Lai Yue didn't have the courage to take a second bite.

What was this made of? It was even harder to swallow than the rotten steamed buns they had eaten on the way. Did these barbarians eat this every day?

After a while, He Sanlang, who had already elegantly finished the bowl, glanced at his follower. "Finish it. There's no other food here. Otherwise, you can go hungry."

When Lai Yue saw his master's empty bowl, he forcefully swallowed the whole bowl with tears in his eyes. He didn't dare to chew at all.

This was the green fruit porridge unique to the Northern Region. It didn't taste great, but it was the main source of food for the barbarians here. In his previous life, he could only eat this unpalatable green fruit porridge once a month. It was a barbarian mother who pitied him and secretly brought it to him every month.

When he tasted this flavor again, He Changdi thought that he would miss it and even like it. However, he didn't. As he stared at the steam rising from the clay pot in front of him, he was momentarily dazed. It was as if what was placed on the table in front of him wasn't green fruit porridge, but steaming hot scallion pancakes and wonton.

The person sitting at the table was the little woman who was eating with her head lowered. From time to time, she would glare at him angrily, as if she was saying that he was a good-for-nothing who had stolen the food that she had carefully prepared.

The taste of the wonton and crispy scallion pancakes seemed to slowly overwhelm the taste of the green fruit porridge, causing the coarse taste of the green fruit porridge to slowly fade from his memory.

He Sanlang suddenly pinched his palm hard, and his black jade-like eyes instantly turned cold.

Damn it, it was as if he had been cursed. He was thinking about that poisonous woman again!

He recalled the miserable state of his previous life, reminding himself that all his tragedies were caused by that woman. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, they had regained their original clarity.

Lai Yue put down the bowl with a sickly expression and looked at his young master pitifully.

The barbarian man seemed to think that the expression on his younger brother Lai Yue's face was quite funny. He laughed heartily and asked the woman to clear the table. Then, he served the three of them some milk wine from the Northern Region.

This time, Lai Yue paid attention and took a sip of the milk wine in front of him. Although it couldn't compare to the coarse yellow wine in Shengjing City, it was much better than the green fruit porridge.

The barbarian man looked at Lai Yue's expression and smiled. He turned his head and spoke to He Changdi.

Lai Yue didn't understand a single word. He watched as the barbarian man took out a rather large sachet and offered it to his young master with both hands.

He Sanlang opened the sachet and took out two letters. He then glanced at the remaining contents of the sachet. He then rolled the sachet into a ball and stuffed it into the bag he carried with him.

Lai Yue saw the seal on the back of the letter, and his expression turned serious.

These two letters had been sent by Prince Jin.

He Changdi first opened Prince Jin's letter and skimmed through it. His expression didn't change at all. Then, he tore open the other letter.

The handwriting on this letter wasn't as bold and unrestrained as the first one. It was very standard and was Senior Servant Zhong's handwriting.

There were five sheets of paper, and they were densely packed with small characters. They reported everything that Chu Lian had done in the half a month since he left Duke Jing 'an's estate. They were all reported to him in detail.

He Sanlang's expression turned cold as he read, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes that no one else could see.

He Changdi continued reading. When he saw a few paragraphs, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.