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Lu Qing turned her head to look at Han Shuo. This brat thinks that it's a good choice for her to marry Commandant?

Did he know what a gay man was and what a wife was? Have you ever thought about your mother's future happiness?

Forget it, what does a little brat like him know? But what he said is right, Commandant of Jade Gate Pass is at least the boss of the border. Even if the boss's woman isn't liked, she's still better than a country widow.

While Lu Qing was deep in her thoughts, Han Shuo had already walked up to Xue Yan and asked him if he could feed his mother, as he was tall, heavy, and good-looking, as well as whether he took a bath every day.

Xue Yan answered them one by one with great patience. However, his gaze swept over Lu Qing.

This question was obviously not something a six year old child would ask. It was definitely because Lu Qing talked a lot and the little ghost was exposed so he could easily answer it.

Xue Yan stretched his fingers and realized that he did not injure his bones. It seemed that Lu Qing did not kill him just now.

"Lu Qing, if you're truly worried, you can make a decision after the Yumen Entrance. If you don't want to stay there, I can arrange for you to stay elsewhere. But in this chaotic world, I'm afraid there won't be any safe place to stay."

Lu Qing fell silent. If the Central Plains had fallen into the hands of the Hu, she, a widow with a child, would probably become the 'two-legged sheep' of the Hu, used to vent her desires and eat meat.

After a while, Lu Qing silently walked to the big bundle, picked it up and carried it on her back. She once again held Han Shuo's hand and started to walk back to the camp.

Xue Yan stared at the back of the girl quietly. Sometimes, the girl looked like an old friend.

Returning to the corner, Lu Qing spread out the blanket again, took out the cotton clothes and covered Han Shuo and her with it. Then, she laid down without saying a word.

Not far away, a few widows stuck their heads out to take a look, then quickly lowered their heads again.

Only one person stood in the distance, staring blankly at Lu Qing's pallet.

After that day, Yang Jin didn't come to harass Lu Qing anymore. He just glanced at her occasionally. He would also buy snacks from some passing villages and give them to a few children. Han Shuo always got the most.

Lu Qing became more and more silent.

For some inexplicable reason, she had come to this world in order to live a better life, but everything was not like those novels described. Her fingers were like gold, and she could touch any sort of prince or grandson.

She was just hanging on in this small mountain village at the edge of the Central Plains.

In order to fill her stomach, she ran to who knows how many places before finally collecting the ingredients to make tofu. Her days could finally go on and she also had to guard against those people who plotted against her at any time as they climbed up the wall.

This world was too cruel to women. Not to mention the Confucian restrictions, in troubled times, in the eyes of the barbarians, Han women were a consumable commodity that could be used.

In order to escape from this fate, perhaps it was the best choice to be the birth machine for Commandant at the border. At the very least, he would protect her and if possible, hope that he could also protect Han Shuo.

A few days had passed and they had already passed the Golden City. Yang Jin no longer mentioned buying a flower for Lu Qing. Lu Qing's depression from a few days ago had changed to her current calmness.

It was better to be a wife than eat after being raped by a bearded man.

Besides, even if others transmigrated had golden fingers, she did too, although it might be different from the others'.