The Prime Minister Seduced Me to have Babies!

Chapter 1111: Farewell and Gathering Dust

The two children both nodded hard.Yun Jiao thought for a moment. There didn’t seem to be anything else to instruct them on. She picked up a bundle. "This is the share for His Grace the Duke. Remember to give it to him."

She reached out and stroked the two children’s faces. "All right, go. I’ll be waiting for you to come back safe and sound."

Qi Er and You Er suddenly knelt down toward Yun Jiao.

The two of them kowtowed heavily to the ground.

Yun Jiao forced back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes. "Get up, what are you doing?"

You Er said, "Mother, once your son leaves this time, it may be a year or two before I return."

"Your son won’t be able to stay by Mother’s side. I hope Mother will take good care of herself."

"And also, it’d be best if Mother and Father have another child. In case anything should happen—"

"Nothing will happen!" Yun Jiao cut him off sharply. "In any case, remember this: in this lifetime, you are my only son. I’m waiting for you to come back and care for me in my old age! You must stay alive for me."

She then looked at Qi Er. "You too. Your father has only you for a child. No matter what, you both must come back alive!"

Qi Er and You Er kowtowed again. "Mother (Aunt Gu), don’t worry. We haven’t yet repaid your grace in raising us. We will definitely come back alive."

The two of them got up, took the bundles, and went out. At the doorway they looked back once, then strode forward in large steps.

Yun Jiao gazed at the now empty doorway, holding herself in with all her strength, and did not shed a single tear.

The next day was the departure ceremony.

Yun Jiao asked clearly about the location of Jiang Youzhi’s departure ceremony, and early in the morning she went over with Yang Ying.

Only, as soon as they reached the vicinity, they were stopped by the Imperial Guard.

Because His Majesty was personally going to boost the morale of the departing troops, commoners were not allowed to approach.

Yun Jiao thought for a moment and instructed the coachman, "Go to the Ten Miles Pavilion outside the North Gate."

Da Jin lay to the north of Xiang City; an army going out to war would certainly head north.

The coachman immediately drove the carriage back into the city and then out again through the North Gate.

But quite a few people had already gathered at the Ten Miles Pavilion.

Yun Jiao and Yang Ying got down from the carriage, and many of the people waiting in the pavilion recognized her.

"Doctor Gu!"

"It’s Doctor Gu!"

Yun Jiao had been seeing patients at Renxin Hall for over ten years, so naturally many people knew her.

And her identity was no secret either. Many of the commoners in Xiang City knew that Doctor Gu was from the Duke Mansion, and that in this campaign against Da Jin, His Grace the Duke was the Grand Marshal of the World’s Army.

Only, they did not know that Yun Jiao’s son and the child she treated as her own were both among those going to war this time.

At this moment someone said, "Doctor Gu is here to see His Grace the Duke off, isn’t she? Please come in, there’s a place here where you can rest."

There was a stone table in the pavilion, four stone stools, and railings on three sides where people could also sit.

Once this person spoke, many of the commoners sitting nearby all stood up one after another. "Doctor Gu, sit here."

"Doctor Gu, please sit over here."

Yun Jiao nodded and smiled at them one by one, then sat down beside the stone table.

More and more people gathered around the Ten Miles Pavilion. It seemed they had all come from over there, intending to watch the departure ceremony.

After they had waited for nearly half an hour, they faintly heard a sound in the distance like rolling thunder.

Someone shouted, "They’re coming, they’re coming!"

Everyone turned toward the city gate in unison, craning their necks to look.

The Ten Miles Pavilion was built on a slope by the roadside, and the view was quite good.

Yun Jiao stood up and looked. She saw only clouds of dust billowing in the distance, the thunder-like sound drawing closer and closer.

In this era without cement or asphalt roads, when tens of thousands of troops marched out, the dust raised under the soldiers’ feet could truly be described as blotting out the sky and covering the sun.