Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

The remains of the Shen family men were being unearthed one after another.

One after another, vibrant human lives have been transformed into skeletons.

Looking at the stark human bones, Shen Zhaoning seemed to see everyone smiling broadly.

"Tuantuan, come here quickly, let Daddy give you a hug! Did you listen to your mother at home today?"

"Oh my, my precious Tuantuan, you've grown so tall! Grandpa can hardly carry you anymore."

Shen Zhaoning's lips drooped.

"Grandfather, Father, Tuantuan has grown taller again. This time, you really can't carry me anymore."

Even though the Shen family is no longer what it used to be, Hua Zhuyue did not choose to hold a grand celebration.

A merchant approached Hua Zhuyue, expressing his willingness to cover the funeral expenses.

His ingratiating intent was obvious.

Hua Zhuyue gently stroked the thin coffin in the courtyard, her expression a mixture of sorrow and joy.

"The Marquis dislikes ostentation, especially since the world is still unsettled. If we hold a grand celebration, the Marquis will surely blame me."

If we hold a grand celebration before the important matter is even accomplished, it will surely arouse dissatisfaction among the people.

Compared to being left to rot in the wilderness, having a coffin is already a great blessing.

On the day of the burial, Hua Zhuyue did not invite any friends or relatives.

Breaking the rule that women cannot attend funerals, the second daughter-in-law led the way on horseback, while the fourth daughter-in-law carried the funeral banner, and paper money fell from the sky like pear blossoms or white snow.

This time, Shen Zhaoning didn't let anyone carry her. She firmly held onto the coffin and moved forward step by step.

As they approached the city gate, the people flocked to the gate.

"Please wait, Madam. Allow us to escort the Marquis on his way."

"Madam, a few years ago during the great flood, it was the Marquis who led his men to save my life. I have nothing of value, but I kneel here to bid farewell to the Marquis."

"In the famine a few years ago, it was the Marquis who set up soup kitchens at the city gates that allowed my family to survive. We have no way to repay your great kindness, so we offer you this handful of millet seeds, hoping that they can accompany you and ensure that you have enough to eat and wear in the afterlife."

These people were all emaciated and dressed in tattered clothes.

The things they brought weren't particularly valuable, but in a context where even food was scarce, they were extremely precious to them.

Seeing the gazes of the people, Hua Zhuyue, along with the Shen family, kowtowed to express their gratitude.

A small voice rang out from the crowd.

"Mother, why don't we go over there?"

Shen Yingying looked at the coffin in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes.

I want to see my father off.

Wan Zhenzhen held onto Shen Yingying's hand tightly, preventing her from going over.

"Are you crazy? If we go there looking like this, they'll laugh at us."

She used to defy Hua Zhuyue because her father was the second-highest-ranking official in the cabinet.

She was convinced that once she returned to Kyoto, she could live the life of a noble lady there.

Unexpectedly, upon returning home, he was met with his father's cold stare and the indifference of his relatives.

Even the servants in the mansion didn't take her seriously.

The reason they brought her and her daughter back was simply because they wanted to marry her off to a prince in his sixties as his second wife.

She even set her sights on her daughter, wanting to give her to the prince as a concubine so that the mother and daughter could share the same husband.

Although she was vain, she was not a cold-blooded beast.

How can I accept such a thing?

So she fled her parents' home with her daughter.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, the Su family launched a rebellion.

The old emperor, having learned of the mother and daughter's existence, had been sending people to search for them, hoping to capture them and threaten the Su and Shen families.

Not only did they have to find ways to protect themselves and fill their stomachs, but they also had to evade the pursuit of the officers and soldiers.

Now that Hua Zhuyue and the others have returned in glory, they are living like beggars.

If they rush over there, Hua Zhuyue and the others will definitely laugh at them.

Shen Yingying watched anxiously as the funeral procession gradually left the city.

"But that's my father's coffin."

"My father loved me so much, how could I not see him off on his final journey?"

Even complete strangers came to the funeral.

How can her own daughter not step forward?

Wan Zhenzhen poked her head.

"Why are you so stubborn, girl?"

"Can they guard the tomb for the rest of their lives?"

"We'll follow them from a distance, and then go to pay our respects after they've left."

Shen Yingying quieted down.

She held her mother's hand, just as she had done during her exile, following behind her step by step.

As the sun sets, its afterglow falls upon the funeral procession.

The crowd supported the coffin and moved forward slowly.

Shen Zhaoning felt that someone was watching them from the corner. When she turned around, she met Shen Yingying's envious gaze.

Although Shen Yingying had lost a lot of weight, Shen Zhaoning still recognized her.

Upon meeting her gaze, Shen Yingying hid behind her mother like a frightened bird.

Shen Zhaoning withdrew her gaze and jogged over to Hua Zhuyue.

"Grandmother, Aunt and my cousin have arrived."

Hua Zhuyue followed Shen Zhaoning's gaze and saw the mother and daughter.

She ordered the funeral procession to stop in a stern voice.

She led Qin Su toward the mother and daughter.

Wan Zhenzhen realized their whereabouts had been exposed, so she grabbed Shen Yingying and turned to run.

But Hua Zhuyue called out to him sharply.

"stop!"

"I don't care why you're here. Since you're here, give the boss a ride."

"Everyone else has wives and children to accompany them, but the eldest is all alone."

Hua Zhuyue softened her tone as she looked at Wan Zhenzhen and Shen Yingying's disheveled appearance.

"Respect for the dead is paramount. Let's put aside any grudges between us for now."

Wan Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment, then grasped Shen Yingying's hand and walked towards the group.

The Shen family's ancestral graves were stolen when the Shen family was convicted of a crime.

Hua Zhuyue then buried her husband and son in the graveyard of her daughter-in-law, Juanniang.

The third son was to be buried with his daughter-in-law.

From then on, the family was reunited.

Shovelfuls of yellow earth fell, burying the coffin.

Many people shed tears.

Shen Zhaoning, however, did not cry.

She stood quietly to the side, watching Zhu Jingxian cry uncontrollably, and comforted her in a childish voice.

"Don't cry, Auntie. Your uncle will feel sorry for you."

"They're all watching us now."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingxian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The funeral did not last long, nor did it erase the hatred in the hearts of the Shen family.

Instead, it ignited a fire in their hearts.

Shen Zhaoning worked hard filming and used the income to buy supplies to support the front lines.

She is conscientious and dedicated, never throws tantrums, and is willing to endure hardship.

Many directors like to use her.

She is becoming more and more knowledgeable about the modern world, and more and more sensible and mature.

Su Shaoqing remained in Kyoto to handle affairs in the capital, stabilize the situation, and appease the people.

Su Yuanqiao, along with Qin Su, Shen Yu, and others, rushed to the front lines to continue searching for the tyrannical emperor.

The tyrant's whereabouts were not difficult to trace. Although he was fleeing for his life, he never thought of mistreating himself.

No matter where they go, they must live a life of luxury and revelry.

They exploited the people along the way, plundering their wealth.

The people are suffering terribly.