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In these chaotic times, the court is in disarray, and the martial world is in even greater disarray, with burning, killing, looting, and fierce battles raging everywhere.

In this kind of world, it's incredibly difficult for a five-year-old child to survive with a newborn baby.

Moreover, the imperial court issued a kill order, commanding the entire continent to hunt down He Jia and his sister Xiang Lan.

Kill one person and you'll be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold.

Kill two people, and they will be granted titles of kings, marquises, generals, and ministers.

The fact that such a high reward could be obtained for simply killing two children has driven everyone crazy.

He Jia himself was still just a child. Although he was once the heir of the Prince of An's mansion and was much more mature and intelligent than other children his age, he could not have the strong body of an adult.

But Hejia knew he had to survive.

Only when you are alive can you accomplish anything else.

He Sui risked his life to pave the way for him, just so that he could continue to live with his sister, right?
live.

These three words were like a magic spell, supporting the five-year-old Hejia as he carried the infant girl from the imperial city all the way to the central part of the Divine Continent, and then all the way to the northwest.

No one knows how he unleashed such power.

He Jia thought that perhaps because he was Xiang Heng's bloodline, or perhaps because he was He Sui's hope, he could not fall down and could only move forward.

But more so because the first word his sister uttered after she learned to speak was "brother".

"Brother, brother."

At first, she could only call out that, over and over again, without any difference.

After a long and tiring journey, Hejia sometimes found her annoying.

But every time he saw her looking at him with her big, unblinking eyes and smiling at him, he found his heart to be terrifyingly soft.

Later, as time went by, she learned to say more and more words.

"Brother, don't be afraid."

"Brother, I'm here."

"Brother, it doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt?

Hejia pursed his lips and remained silent.

It was his fault that she got hurt.

Although it was only a minor injury, it was still due to his momentary carelessness.

After two years on the run, Hejia is now seven years old, and Xianglan is two.

She can walk on her own and doesn't need him to carry her.

However, perhaps because He Sui had a miscarriage during childbirth, Xiang Lan's health was extremely poor, and she had to endure the torment of illness since birth.

When this disease flares up, the pain spreads from deep within the bones to the entire body.

When Hejia saw Xiang Lan's small body curled up in a ball, he was filled with pain and anger.

She's so young, yet she has to suffer so much.

So, Hejia carried her to Medicine King Valley again.

However, what is unacceptable is that all the physicians of Taiyi were also helpless in treating Xiang Lan's illness.

In the end, the old man from Yaogu said that the illness could not be cured, but could only be suppressed to alleviate her pain.

After obtaining the medicine, Hejia took Xiang Lan and left again, heading to the next settlement.

The number of people chasing them only increased, so he had no choice but to take her to one place after another.

After receiving the medication, Xiang Lan's pain was indeed relieved considerably, but she still clearly suffered when her illness flared up.

He Jia only regretted that he could not bear the pain of this illness for her. He could only sit next to her and tell her stories to distract her when she had an attack.

From myths and legends like Nuwa patching up the sky and Kuafu chasing the sun, to folk tales like taking one's father's place in the army and princesses going to war.

Xiang Lan loved listening to stories and had some wildly imaginative ideas. When he was three years old, she began to explore the mysteries of the universe with him.

She asked him, "Brother, do you think there might be another me in another world? Does that me have a brother too? Does that brother treat me as well as you treat me?"

Hejia didn't know how to answer this tongue-twisting question, so he could only shut his sister up with a freshly baked sesame seed cake.

After finishing the sesame seed cake, Xiang Lan forgot about the question from earlier.

Hejia finally had time to practice his swordsmanship.

Although he was on the run, he couldn't neglect his martial arts skills. He possessed the martial arts techniques of the Xiang royal family, allowing him to cultivate much faster than others.

But it's not fast enough, not strong enough.

He is not yet strong enough to contend with the various foreign tribes, both internal and external, that are invading China, nor is he strong enough to kill the enemy who killed his mother.

But Xiang Lan didn't think so. In her eyes at that time, He Jia was the most powerful person.

When Hejia practiced swordsmanship, she would move a small stool and sit next to him to cheer him on.

Later, Hejia also made a dagger for Xiang Lan, but fearing that she might hurt herself, he didn't sharpen it at first.

After all, he was by her side, and he wouldn't let her get hurt.

Hejia knew that Xiang Lan's body was not capable of cultivating martial arts, nor could she condense her inner strength.

To his great surprise, his sister had an extremely high talent for martial arts, able to memorize every move she had ever seen, and had a photographic memory.

Furthermore, it can quickly determine the method of restraint.

If she could learn martial arts, who knows who would take the top spot in the martial arts world?

But that’s fine too.

Hejia thought that living a quiet life away from the martial arts world and the imperial court, free from strife, would also be a happy thing.

But they are still Xiang Heng's children, and they have responsibilities on their shoulders from the very beginning.

If Xiang Heng is defeated, they will go back to avenge their parents.

If Xiang Heng wins, they will also have to go back and fulfill their obligations as members of the Xiang royal family.

This peaceful life won't last much longer.

In this third year, Hejia found a bamboo forest and settled down.

He is eight years old and his height is already close to 1.8 meters.

Xiang Lan was only three years old, yet he could already speak eloquently; he was a genius.

When Hejia returned from chopping firewood in the mountains in the morning, he saw Xiang Lan chasing butterflies alone in the yard.

"Brother!" Hearing footsteps, her eyes lit up, and she ran to him. "I can start a fire now!"

At this time, Xiang Lan was neither Princess Yongning nor Ye Wanlan, who had lived through three lifetimes.

There was no hatred, no sadness, no despair in her.

She was just a very innocent child, and all her joys and sorrows were readily apparent.

When she smiled, Hejia was unconsciously infected by that smile.

The situation outside is still chaotic; the war is not over yet.

Hejia didn't want to cause her sister any more trouble, so she never told her her true identity.

In recent years, he has also received some intelligence that the struggle for the throne has entered a fierce stage, and more people are dying in the capital every day.

Perhaps in a few years, this conflict will end, and China will be able to live in peace.

Hejia squatted down and patted her head as usual: "Xiaolan, what do you want to eat today? Peach blossom pastry, osmanthus pork, or jade chicken?"

Xiang Lan seemed a little troubled. She thought for a long time before saying, "I like everything my brother makes."

She paused, then looked at Hejia expectantly and added, "Brother, can I eat it all?"

She seems to be a bit greedy; will she turn into a little chubby girl? (End of Chapter)