Through the grove of trees, she saw the kiln in the distance. She had thought to throw her child into it but then reconsidered, finding that unacceptable.

"You want to see the living, and the dead, you have to see the corpse, right?"

“Haha, I'm gonna make sure you guys don't even have bodies to find. See if you can still brag after this!”

Qian Shi picked up Chen'er and plunged headlong into the deep mountains ahead.

This was the first time Qian had run into Niushan Mountain, and she didn't recognize the paths there or know which way to run.

Taking one step forward and one step back, I don't know which direction to run in.

The only thought in his mind was to get rid of the child as quickly as possible, throw him into a den of wild beasts and feed him to them. Not even a scrap of bone would be left for you, hahaha! In the forest, Qian's maniacal laughter echoed.

She came to the edge of a cliff and stopped.

She took Chen'er out and placed her on a rock at the edge of the cliff.

When the nurse pulled out Chen’er's pacifier, Chen’er cried out.

A pair of little hands and feet were paddling frantically.

At first, Qian shi had wanted to throw Chen'er off the cliff. Seeing the child cry and thrash about like this, Qian shi suddenly changed her mind.

You brat, I won't abandon you. If I left you, my hands would be stained with blood.

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You're not good to my little Foler.

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I'll just leave you here, wait for yourself to fall down, hahaha, then don't blame me!

If you hadn't fallen, by the time it got dark, your cries would have lured the beasts over, and you'd be dead for sure, hahaha. Qian laughed, spat on the ground, turned around and strode away, leaving Chen'er's cries far behind her.

Before Qian had even left, a figure appeared at the edge of the cliff.

This is a middle-aged man dressed as an ascetic. Perhaps from long years of living outdoors, his clothes are in rags.

He heard the sound of a child crying and followed it to the edge of the cliff.

Just then, I saw a baby crying its heart out on a rock at the edge of the cliff.

The child's little hands and feet waved and kicked incessantly, one side away from the abyss below.

The middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he was about to step forward and pick up the child.

At this moment, a brown figure suddenly darted out from the bushes on the side and blocked his path.

It turned out to be a young, brown tiger.

"Roar!"

The tiger stood in the middle of the road, letting out a low growl at the middle-aged man.

A pair of front paws dug into the dirt and grass, clearly warning the middle-aged man: The baby on the edge of the cliff is my prey, you get out of here!

"Damn beast, what have you done!"

The middle-aged man let out a cold snort, clenched his fists, and his foot slipped.

His tall and burly frame shot towards the tiger like a bolt of lightning.

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"Boom!"

The fist slammed into the hair and flesh with a dull thud.

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The tiger let out a muffled growl. Then, the middle-aged man grabbed the tiger's hind legs with both hands suddenly.

With a bellow of "Hmph!", muscles bulged on his arms, and veins stood out on his forehead as all his strength exploded in that instant.

The tiger was thrown ten meters away by the force of the blow, landing hard on the ground. It struggled for several moments before managing to get back up.

It cast a glance at the towering figure standing on the edge of the precipice behind it, its eyes filled with fear.

Then, limping on his injured leg, he fled in disgrace, disappearing into the wilderness after a short while.

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The middle-aged man raised both hands, took a deep breath to quell the surging power within him, and then turned to stride to the edge of the precipice.

He carefully lifted the child, unwrapping the clothing that covered them, and peered down at them.

Their eyes met, and a flash of something unusual crossed the middle-aged man's eyes.

Who is this child?

So lovable, how could you bear to leave him here?

This child's eyebrows, eyes, and facial features are really beautiful.

Have I met you somewhere before?

The middle-aged man immediately shook his head, shaking his head at his own absurd idea.

For many years, I have been on the road.

I just got to the Mianniu Mountain area these few days, and this child is only four or five months old, so he definitely hasn't seen it.

Who is this child's parent?

Was it discarded, or was it stolen?

A middle-aged man, with a single thought weighing on his mind, stood on the precipice with his child in his arms. His gaze swept across the surrounding landscape.

This place is isolated, with no village in front or behind, and it's placed right on the edge of a cliff. Obviously, whoever put the child here on the edge of the cliff had bad intentions!

A flash of rage appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.

At this moment, the child in her hands suddenly burst into tears.

A warm current also flowed from the middle-aged man's hand.

He lowered his head and looked down. A wry smile appeared on his scraggly face.

This child actually urinated.

He crouched down and placed the child on his lap, wiping the child's bottom.

Suddenly, his wiping motion stopped. He stared intently at the child's tender little buttocks.

Even, he couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the small, black mark on the child's butt, no bigger than a fingernail.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened slightly, his pupils constricting in waves.

Is this the wolf's head pattern?

It's branded onto you from the moment you are born.

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A symbol of the core members of the Liao imperial family, a symbol of status and position.

Don't ask him why he knows so much, because once upon a time, there was a woman... Thoughts stalled, the man's gaze fell back to the child.

Here, in the southern part of Dazhi, lies the Mianniu Mountain. How could a child born here possibly bear the insignia exclusive to the imperial family of Day Liao?

Is it a coincidence?

No, absolutely not.

This wolf head pattern is very carefully designed, he knows.

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This child has a background.

At that moment of contemplation, the child's cries in her hands grew louder.

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The middle-aged man understood, this child was hungry.

He reached out with one hand and fumbled about his person before pulling out a half-hard lump of vegetable cake.

This is definitely not something you should give to a child. What can I do about it?

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The child's cries grew louder and more desperate, leaving the man at a loss for what to do.

He stood on a nearby large rock and looked around. In the deeper mountain ravine ahead, there seemed to be houses faintly visible.

"Well, the most urgent thing is to take the child to that mountain village as soon as possible, give the child some rice congee or noodle soup to fill their stomach first, and then look for their parents!"

The middle-aged man carefully wrapped the child again and hurried towards the opposite mountain hollow with him in his arms.

Changping Village.

The Yang family's sky had collapsed.

The whole village was mobilized, searching every corner from front to back. Yang Huazhong even led the Yang family members to dig three feet deep.

Mrs. Sun fainted several times from grief, and Xiaohua felt so guilty that she wanted to jump into a river and commit suicide.

But from noon when the child was discovered missing, to afternoon these two hours plus, the child had not been found.

Yang Ruqing led the medicinal herb-gathering team up the mountain and sent Yang Huazhou to the mountains to send a message, but he hasn't returned yet.

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