"The road to exile is much more treacherous than you think. Imagine a person who has lived comfortably having to trek thousands of miles to a completely unfamiliar place. It's not just a physical toll; the psychological strain is akin to falling from the heavens to the earth. Exile involves suffering and hardship; there's no carriage to carry you, nor fine clothes or lavish food. If you're lucky, you might find shelter at an official inn, but if not, and you can't keep up the pace, you'll be left to fend for yourself in the elements. A storm or cold snap could cost you half your life."
Qin Liuxi sat in the carriage, chatting casually with Chen Pi, and said: "Besides these, you also need to guard against being robbed or murdered, which could end it all instantly."
People would do anything to survive. If they collaborate with a constable, then it's utterly hopeless.
"Master, doesn't that mean the Old Master and the others are bound to face danger?" Chen Pi exclaimed in shock.
