The carriages rolled slowly along the road, more than thirty in all, with horsemen galloping back and forth on either side.
Wuqiu Xiu sat in his carriage, looking at his wife asleep before him with their two children in her arms. Grief welled up within him, and he let out another long sigh.
As the sky grew darker, the carriages slowly came to a halt.
Not daring to wake his family, Wuqiu Xiu climbed down from the carriage, and two servants brought him food.
Wuqiu Xiu sat before the campfire, eating his meal.
At some point, the cavalry's squad leader appeared beside him and asked with a smile, "Lord Wuqiu, may I eat with you?"
A smile appeared on Wuqiu Xiu's face. "I would like that."
The squad leader sat down beside him just like that, stealing looks at Wuqiu Xiu's face, an inscrutable light flickering in his eyes.
Wuqiu Xiu asked, "How much farther do we have to go?"
"Less than ten days. Jiangling is just ahead..."
The squad leader answered.
Wuqiu Xiu had never imagined that, at his age, he would still have to experience something like this.
Wuqiu Xiu was being relocated to Jiangling.
People were all saying that the family separation system had been reinstated.
Before Shang Yang, there had scarcely been such a thing as dividing a household. Everyone gathered together, living as clans, eating and residing together.
This naturally improved the common people's chances of survival. If a man died, his clan would help raise his children to adulthood.
Shang Yang, however, believed that unless these clan blocs were dealt with, sooner or later they would become a threat to the imperial court, and they also reduced its revenue. Thus, Shang Yang began targeting these clans. He really was ruthless in how he did