I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 338: Chapter 194: Sun Chaser

The bad news was that the northern border had been breached.

The good news was that while it was breached, it wasn’t completely broken, as General Zheng had held the line.

One day, Zheng Xiu returned to their inn from his street stall. Xie Luohe, acting like an attentive little wife, came forward to take the basket from his back and the Luohe Brush from his waist. She sniffed it and asked, "You didn’t use the Luohe Brush, did you?"

"I didn’t." Zheng Xiu shook his head.

Zheng Xiu was still drawing Xie Luohe’s "back view" every day to delve into the Deep Path. Xie Luohe had amassed a thick stack of his drawings. She never let him use the Luohe Brush to draw anything else. In her words, the brush was called the "Luohe Brush," and the Luohe Brush could not be used for vulgar art.

Zheng Xiu couldn’t win against her, so he had to let her have her way.

Looking in the mirror, Zheng Xiu studied his face, which had grown a thick beard. He took out an Engraving Knife and went outside to fetch a basin of clean water, preparing to shave and restore his former handsome appearance.

But Xie Luohe reached out, gently pressing the back of his hand, and said with a smile, her eyes narrowed, "You’d better not shave."

"Why not?"

"A real man should have a bit of masculine vigor. The beard is perfect; it looks festive. Going around looking like a pretty boy all day is just annoying."

Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded. "That’s not what you said last month! Didn’t you say I looked better clean-shaven?"

"Hmph. Times have changed. I’ve changed my mind. Is that a problem?"

With that, Xie Luohe turned to pack their bags and asked, "Have you heard about the Barbarians?"

"I have." Zheng Xiu glanced at the small, sharp Engraving Knife, recalled Xie Luohe’s words, and hesitated for a moment before putting it down. He answered casually.

"That General Zheng, do you know him?"

"Of course. He’s my great-uncle."

Zheng Xiu didn’t know which generation of grandfather the man was, so he could only use the vague term "great-uncle." Perfectly logical.

"Heh." Xie Luohe chuckled but didn’t press further. Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that she was packing, already dressed in traveling gear. They had originally planned to set out tomorrow morning, so he asked, puzzled, "What’s wrong? Why are you packing now?"

Xie Luohe’s packing paused for a moment, and she sighed softly. "You and I are wanted by the Secret Factory. This place is far from the north, and their reach is limited, but to avoid any complications, we need to leave the city as soon as possible."

"Huh? I don’t believe you." Zheng Xiu’s first reaction was that Xie Luohe was teasing him again. The words "I don’t believe you" had practically become his catchphrase when talking with her. He scoffed, "Wanted for what? Tax evasion?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zheng Xiu was at a loss. His street-stalling business, with no fixed location, was indeed a form of tax evasion.

"Stop messing around. Let’s go."

Zheng Xiu’s reaction left Xie Luohe both annoyed and amused. She shoved the bags into his arms, they put on some simple disguises, and hurried out of the city.

Ever since the incident at Nie Gong’s Treasure Vault, the Secret Factory’s Secret Guards had been relentlessly hunting down the Martial Knights of the Jianghu. The official reason was to "pacify the interior," forcing these former Martial Knights to accept the Court’s "amnesty and enlistment." Now, the number of people carrying weapons on the streets had dropped by ninety percent.

Since crushing her own bow at Nie Gong’s Treasure Vault, Xie Luohe hadn’t carried a weapon. She deliberately linked arms with Zheng Xiu, pretending they were a married couple. They didn’t attract any attention and easily approached the city gate amidst the patrolling soldiers.

When they reached the city gate, Zheng Xiu finally knew Xie Luohe wasn’t teasing him this time—he saw their wanted poster with his own eyes. They were indeed wanted, and the crime listed on the poster was... rebellion.

Seeing the word "rebellion," Zheng Xiu found it inexplicably ironic. In Daqian, two hundred years in the future, he was the esteemed Marquis Zhonglie, renowned as part of the "Loyal and Brave Family." Yet two hundred years in the past, he was wanted for "rebellion." The thought almost made him laugh out loud at his own wanted poster.

「It was now the sixth month.」

The closer they got to the Great Desert, the hotter the climate became, and the sparser the population grew.

After learning they were wanted, the two adjusted their westward route, deliberately avoiding towns and cities and taking shelter in villages instead.

「The seventh month.」

The horse that had accompanied them for months collapsed from exhaustion and died.

Xie Luohe personally buried "Xiu’er," her expression full of grief. "Xiu’er" was the name she had given the horse, which Zheng Xiu had protested at the time. But Xie Luohe had insisted. She said that since Zheng Xiu had lost a bet, he wasn’t allowed to refer to himself as "Zheng Xiu," and besides, she just loved riding "Xiu’er." What was Gongsun Mo going to do about it?

After burying "Xiu’er," they were only several hundred li from the Great Desert. Taking advantage of the deserted surroundings, Xie Luohe simply grabbed Zheng Xiu by the collar and flew close to the ground, reaching the edge of the Great Desert in just under half a day.

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