My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 3 Exile from the Capital
The unspoken meaning behind those words is clear to everyone.

In the past, when medical conditions were adequate, people were still unconscious. Now, it is extremely difficult for someone in exile to wake up.

Xin Ruoyu pointed to the person lying in the corner. Xin Nian and her family of three exchanged a glance and quickly squeezed over to squat down next to the person to check on them.

The young masters and ladies of the Duke's mansion are all quite good-looking.

The once healthy young man was now pale and bloodless, as if he were clinging to life.

Xie Ninglan's heart skipped a beat. She reached out and touched his feverish forehead, then tugged at her son's eyelids, looking worried. "What should we do if this high fever won't go down?"

If a person is not clear-headed, they cannot verify whether their own son is a good son.

The three huddled together, whispering and exchanging information they had.

"I am now the fourth master of this family, a notorious playboy. My surname is Xin, and my given name is Wenyuan. Daughter, you..."

"I'm the sixth child. The old lady calls me Sixth Girl."

"At least you guys received some basic information," Xie Ninglan said with a worried look. "I didn't receive anything; my mind is completely blank."

Xin Wenyuan reassured him, "That's the situation. There's no use in being anxious now. The most important thing right now is to wake your brother up and confirm his identity."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to his daughter and asked in an almost inaudible voice, "Daughter, what about our space..."

Xin Nian gave his father a bitter look, frowned and shook his head.

She had just tried, and couldn't sense her own space at all, let alone open it. She wondered if it was because she had changed bodies.

The thought of her ninth-level spatial ability vanishing in an instant filled Xin Nian with unbearable heartache.

The supplies she had painstakingly collected over the past ten years, along with the fruits and vegetables she had grown in her space, were enough to ensure that her family of four would have no worries about food and clothing.

And now... it's all ruined!

The three looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

This is not a good start!
Xin Nian wiped her face and cheered herself up: "I have some not-so-good news, you guys listen."

"The good news is that I just sensed it, and the natural energy here is much more abundant. The environment is definitely tens of thousands of times better than over there. If I rebuild my superpowers, energy absorption will be twice as effective. Before long, once our superpower levels are raised, I might be able to find that lost space again."

"And the bad news..." The couple knew their daughter better than anyone else. She must have made the worst possible plans in her mind before she could say this so-called good news.

"The bad news is that if we reabsorb energy, we may not be able to restore our original power levels due to the limitations of our current bodies," Xin Nian explained expressionlessly. "Therefore, the supplies we collected before may be completely lost, so we need to be fully prepared."

Xie Ninglan sighed, "The other supplies are gone, that's fine. I just really regret the special medicine we stockpiled in our space. A single injection could have woken your brother up, but what are we going to do now?"

Xin Nian handed the bundle slung over her elbow to the two of them, saying, "The kind-hearted Lady of the Marquis of Lin'an's mansion left us some medicine. Let my brother take one to try first."

The three of them slipped a pill to Xin Mochen, sat down beside him, and stared at the unconscious boy with furrowed brows.

That night, the group of more than twenty people spent a restless and anxious night sighing and lamenting, and almost none of them slept a wink.

Before dawn, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the prison cell.

The jailer lashed his whip against the adjacent fence, accompanied by several impatient curses, "You all better behave yourselves."

"Get out, all of you, get out now. Stop dawdling and causing me trouble!" The keys rattled loudly.

Several impatient constables were handing over duties to the escort officer on duty, grumbling and urging everyone to set off.

Xin Ruoyu helped the old lady up and gently called out, "Grandmother."

The old lady sighed, glanced at Xin Wenyuan and the others sitting on the ground, and instructed, "A-Zhong, carry Sanlang out first."

None of the four families were any good; it would be better to just kill Xin Mochen than to let them drag him to his death. Ah Zhong was the eldest son of Lu Shi, the old lady's close nanny.

Previously, all the servants in the mansion had been taken in by the government and made into government slaves.

Since the old lady had already stripped them of their slave status, this exile would not actually affect Granny Lu and the others.

Even so, Granny Lu and her family of four voluntarily followed their master into exile, and the government did not interfere in such matters.

However, the daily rations for exiled prisoners were limited, and those who voluntarily went with their masters had to bring their own food rations; the escorts were not responsible for this.

Xin Nian tugged at her mother and slowly fell behind the crowd, whispering to Xie Ninglan, "Mom, look, there are quite a few people being exiled this time."

Xie Ninglan looked at the man waiting to be put in shackles, her eyes full of worry, "Daughter, your father is probably going to suffer a lot from those heavy shackles."

The one who suffered the most was Ah Zhong from Granny Lu's family, who had to carry her unconscious brother the whole way.

Xin Nian tied the two bundles together and slung them over her shoulder, then quickly followed a few steps forward.

In this line of work, the men are all put in shackles, while the women are slightly better off, with their hands bound together with iron chains, five of them tied in a string.

Running is out of the question; they're all dragging each other along, pulling and tugging at each other, making even walking difficult.

Damn feudal society! Once I get my powers back, I'll tear a hole in the sky for you!

Xin Nian was cursing and acting up in her heart, but on the surface she was cute, soft, and sweet.

"Hurry up and follow, don't cause me any trouble." The escorts tied the women of the Duke's mansion with iron chains and shouted to urge them on.

Xin Nian and her mother stood close together. After a quick glance, Xin Nian gave Xie Ninglan a look, signaling her to follow.

Hundreds of people dragged themselves toward the city gate.

In early summer, the morning mist is thin and damp.

Everyone was dressed in only a single layer of clothing, and the chill couldn't help but seep into their bones.

When the group arrived at the city gate, many relatives and friends of the exiled prisoners had been waiting for a long time. The two sides burst into tears and reminisced about their separation as soon as they met.

The escort, his face full of impatience, said, "We only have fifteen minutes. Once the other group of serious criminals arrives, we must set off immediately without delay!"

Xin Nian rubbed her mother's arm, "It's a little cold, just bear with it. It'll definitely get hotter as we walk."

He added, "I'll try to absorb and circulate the energy first. Wait for my reply."

Xie Ninglan nodded, but before she could speak, someone exclaimed, "Why are these people from Dragon Tiger Stronghold with us?"

There was some commotion ahead, and everyone was uneasy.

Xin Nian glanced around and saw a convoy of fifty or sixty people slowly approaching, about to join their group.

Inside the wooden prison cart at the head of the cart sat a burly man in his early forties, bound from head to toe by a dozen or so fine iron chains.

"That's Zhao Jianghe, the leader of Dragon Tiger Stronghold?"

The burly man was dragged from the prison cart to the ground. His fierce eyes lifted, revealing a chilling aura.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

The head escort stepped forward to hand over the duties, waving his hand coldly, "Alright, everyone's here, get ready to go!"

Nearly 160 convicts, along with more than 40 escorts, formed a large procession of almost 200 people queuing to leave the city.

(End of this chapter)