The Twin Stars of Emperor and Empress

The child seemed to have only wanted to talk to the woman. He obediently nodded, then said earnestly, "Auntie is right."

Listening to the mother and son's conversation, Wang Yue was utterly bewildered. What was going on? One moment they were aunt and nephew, the next mother and son.

Role-play?

And since when was this era so particular?

They were practically starving to death, yet they still couldn't eat crops growing in someone else's field?

Thinking of all the people he often saw in videos, pushing carts into other people's leased fields to steal things, Wang Yue suddenly felt that this era seemed pretty nice.

As it turned out, Wang Yue had overthought things. He ate a few more wheat ears and regained some strength, then followed the mother and son as they continued down the road.

Wang Yue assumed the pair were heading toward a more populated area. After all, how could they beg if there weren't enough people around?

But he hadn't followed them far before he saw that little brat from earlier sneakily pluck a handful of wheat while his mother wasn't looking. The boy rubbed it between his hands like Wang Yue had, blew away the husks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, the child's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected raw wheat to taste so good. He hurriedly looked back the way they had come—and happened to meet Wang Yue's curious gaze.

Wang Yue suddenly understood. The little brat had seen him eating and, since he was probably hungry too, had wanted some himself. But he hadn't dared decide on his own, so he had asked his mother. She had simply misunderstood.

Wang Yue couldn't help laughing at himself. He'd actually been fooled by a child. He'd known it—no matter