The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 141

"Wolf Bro, why did you bring us here to see this?" Chang'an asked in a hushed voice.

Silver Wolf merely flicked his head, signaling them to keep watching.

Soon, people at the back of the procession began intentionally dropping grains—working as a team, they scattered them along the way. Strangely, not a single person ahead turned to look.

By the time the tail end of the procession disappeared from sight, a group emerged from the opposite woods to collect the grains.

Chang'an gasped—this cartload had to weigh at least a thousand pounds.

Yet, just as they finished loading the grains, they found themselves unable to move them. Five black-clad figures descended from nowhere, swiftly eliminating them without a word.

The five then stripped the dead of their clothes, disposed of the bodies, and pushed the grain cart away—heading in the same direction as the military supply convoy.

Was this a plot within a plot, or a spy within a spy?

The entire convoy transporting the provisions likely wouldn’t survive. The grain being moved here probably belonged to the Fifth Prince’s camp.

"Wolf ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‍Bro, are you suggesting we steal the grain?" Chang'an felt this wolf had even fewer scruples than they did.

Silver Wolf didn’t speak, just stared at her intently.

Well, that settled it.

"Wolf Bro, we can’t do this! That’s military provisions! Sure, we might be a little unscrupulous, but we still have some principles. We can’t stoop to this.

Besides, we’re not short on food—no need to rob others. Even if we did, we shouldn’t target military supplies."

"Awooo," came the reply—understood, understood.

Old Gu Six was utterly exasperated. If he really stole these provisions, he and his daughter might never escape their predicament.

To his shame, he’d done something like this before—back when he was the ultimate villain, wreaking havoc until the world collapsed around him.

They waited until everyone had left before descending the mountain, hitching the mule cart and bolting at full speed.

Old Gu Six knew those five had spotted them. Best to leave quickly—his eyelids kept twitching, a bad omen.

His instincts were right. The five transporting the grain were already discussing them.

"Si Yi, didn’t that pair on the mountain—one tall, one small—look familiar?"

"Dunno. Never seen them," Si Yi replied coldly, without hesitation.

Then Si San piped up, "Wait, I remember! The master showed us their portraits."

Si Yi, who had seemed indifferent, suddenly turned to him. "The ones the master’s searching for?"

He compared the portraits to the figures he’d glimpsed on the mountain—only about 60% resemblance.

"Plenty of people look alike. They’re just similar to the portraits—probably not who the master’s looking for."

Still, he told his companions, "I’ll verify. You keep moving the grain."

Si Er stepped forward. "Want me to come with you?"

"No need. This isn’t a fight. The grain takes priority."

With that, Si Yi vanished. The remaining four continued ahead.

But when he returned to the hillside, the two were long gone—tracks showed they’d already descended.

Old Gu Six halted the mule cart after a short distance. "Daughter, get down. We’re heading into the mountains."

What was wrong with these people? Why were they after him and his daughter? Did they want him to destroy the world again?

Chang'an hopped off, stowing the cart in her spatial storage. "Why the mountains?"

"To avoid lunatics," he muttered, scooping her up and darting into the woods with qinggong.

Before leaving, he instructed, "Silver Wolf, take the mule down the side path, then come back for us."

Not long after they left, Si Yi arrived—only to find Silver Wolf and the mule standing in the road, growling at each other.

Silver Wolf wanted the mule to go alone while it chased the two humans, but the mule refused out of fear.

Si Yi was baffled. "Are they debating whether to eat or not?"

Earlier, only Chang'an and Old Gu Six had been visible on the mountain—the other two had been hidden by bushes, so Si Yi had no clue they were together.

Wary of the wolf attacking, he edged past cautiously, avoiding their argument.

Silver Wolf noticed him immediately. When he tried sneaking by, it snarled menacingly.

Si Yi raised his hands. "Just passing through. Carry on." His icy facade cracked.

Silver Wolf ignored him, grabbing the mule’s reins and dragging it away.

Si Yi: "…"

Taking it home to eat? But why this direction?

Shrugging it off, he continued down the main road—reaching the next town without a trace.

"Maybe they went back into the mountains. Hard to track. Whatever, I’ll head back."

To him, if they were avoiding people, they wanted peace. No point disturbing them.

The master’s advisor had said they weren’t meant to cross paths—their lives would never intersect again.

Whether those two were the ones the master sought or not, he’d report they weren’t. A case of mistaken identity.

Silver Wolf led the mule to the side path before rejoining Old Gu Six and Chang'an in the mountains.

Wolf Bro approved—they’d stayed put, saving him a search.

From then on, they avoided main roads. Best to lay low for a while.

But backroads brought their own troubles.

A poor scholar eloping with a wealthy young lady—how thrilling!

Chang'an couldn’t fathom it. What did the girl see in him?

In ancient times, marriages were arranged by parents, sealed with betrothal gifts, dowries, and grand processions—a wife honored, a concubine scorned.

If the scholar was honorable and his family reasonable, fine. Otherwise, this girl was sprinting toward ruin.

The path was narrow—barely wide enough for their cart, forcing pedestrians to detour uphill.

As they climbed, the scholar twisted his ankle, collapsing before the cart.

"Brother Luo, are you alright?" Ye'er rushed to help.

The scholar stood, forcing a smile. "I’m fine, Ye'er. Don’t worry."

Old Gu Six scoffed. Was the girl blind? Couldn’t she see the impatience in the pretty boy’s eyes?

Love blinded her. She’d suffer for it.

Hearing the derisive snort from the cart, the scholar flushed—whether from shame or anger was unclear.

Head bowed, he tugged Ye'er away.

But before they could leave, pursuers arrived.

Ye'er dropped to her knees. "Daddy, please! Brother Luo will pass the imperial exams! If you refuse, I’ll die here!"

Tears streamed down her face as she pressed a hairpin to her throat.

Only her father truly cared—her beloved Brother Luo cowered like a quail.

The pin pierced her delicate skin, blood trickling down.

Her Brother Luo watched, unmoved, leaving her to fight for their future alone.

Her father felt both heartache and anger, but more than anything, disappointment. The daughter he had painstakingly raised was now threatening him and abandoning everything for a man unworthy of their standing.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes in sorrow. When he opened them again, all traces of tenderness and pity were gone, replaced by coldness and resolve.

"This path is of your own choosing. Whether it leads to good or ill, you alone must bear the consequences. From this day forward, the Liu Family will no longer acknowledge you as their daughter."

With that, he turned and walked away. After a few steps, he paused, as if waiting for something.

Yet what came was his daughter’s joyful voice, brimming with gratitude, "Thank you, Daddy, for your blessing! Brother Luo and I will live happily together!"

At this, the man’s disappointment hardened into finality. He waved a hand and commanded, "Let’s go," then strode off with his servants in tow.

Old Gu Six and his daughter were left as unwilling witnesses to this scene of love triumphing over familial bonds.