Once he confirmed that his daughter-in-law had stopped crying, Lu Zhaoyuan turned back to look at his terrified-looking younger son who was trailing behind the carriage.0

“Son, how are you? Not too scared, I hope?” Lu Zhuangyuan asked as he tried giving a reassuring smile, but could only manage a sickly grimace. “Don’t be afraid, ok? Those smelly soldiers are just paper tigers. If they were truly capable, then they would be sent to battle.”0

However, even though Lu Zhuangyuan tried to comfort him, Lu Xiucai’s expression did not improve. It was almost as if the plundering soldiers were right in front of him, and threatening him with knives placed on his throat.0

“Dad… why are we crossing the border? Shouldn’t we go home first?” asked Lu Xiucai.1

Lu Zhuangyuan lit up his tobacco pipe and started to smoke it, the white...0