If the illness was fake, he might have discovered the dove poison Pure Concubine tried to use and deliberately let Si Zhan fight the Ling family to reap the benefits.
Realizing this made Ning Wanwan find Si Suo terrifyingly scary.
Since Si Zhan’s cold syndrome had relapsed, they couldn’t delay. Going to Qian Nan might be their best choice. She covered Si Zhan’s hand and said, “As long as you’re by my side, I and the child won’t feel any hardship.”
The Duke of Yi’s residence was quickly prepared. Servants were dismissed, items sold, and within a day, their luggage for the south was packed.
Early the next morning, Si Zhan took Ning Wanwan and boarded the carriage, heading to Qian Nan.
As they approached Qian Nan’s territory, two groups of horsemen surged out from the sides of the forest, blocking their path. Outside, screams and chaotic horse hooves grew closer, and arrows thudded against the carriage walls.
Ning Wanwan hugged Si Zhan tightly, resigning herself and closing her eyes. Si Zhan held her hand, reassuring her, “Wanwan, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” She opened her eyes and smiled back.
Suddenly, someone shouted, “Kill—” The carriage trembled as horse hooves thundered from behind.
“Master, these are the people rescuing us!” Yuan Zhu exclaimed from outside.
After a tea’s time, the carriage tilted and the curtain was lifted. Mu Rong, wearing light armor and covered in blood, crouched at the front and grinned, “Sorry to have startled you both.”
The carriage stopped under a tree’s shade. Since Si Zhan’s cold syndrome had relapsed, he set up a small table in the carriage with tea utensils to entertain Mu Rong.
Ning Wanwan felt irritated: “But my husband cannot wait that long; he is experiencing a recurrence of his cold syndrome.”
“Master said he will give you a year to prove your usefulness. To show sincerity, this prescription is for you,” the young servant said, handing her a neatly folded piece of paper.
