“Don’t worry, he’s fine,” Ke He reassured her, feeling heartache at her husband’s distress. “The owner of Yanhua Drunken is very kind, and the people there are welcoming. He probably won’t suffer too much.”
Su Jinwen felt a sense of relief as misty tears lingered in her eyes. Her eyelids drooped, and a few droplets clung to her long eyelashes. Emotions swirled within her. “Although he did something wrong and many people resent him, I understand he was forced into it. His heart is also in pain, and I hope he no longer endures such cruel torture, and that his punishment is sufficient.”
“Don’t worry, we will definitely save him,” Ke He comforted Su Jin. He felt heartbroken for her husband, who at a young age had to bear so much worry. Fortunately, the storm had passed, and their peaceful life was slowly approaching.
Ke He helped Su Jin lie down. “By the way, I’ll be working at Yanhua Zui every night and won’t be able to come home. I’m planning to hire two servants to take care of you. Please take good care of your pregnancy. After we rescue him, we’ll leave this Ten Li Town.”
“Okay, I’ll be fine at home,” Su Jin said, putting a sour plum in her mouth and smiling. “You must be careful outside. The baby and I will miss you.” She felt fortunate to have such a reliable partner, and they lived happily together.
Seeing Su Jin’s smile, Ke He fell into a trance, which made Su Jin even happier, feeling that the sour plum in her mouth had turned sweet.
In Yanhua Zui, the room in the corner of the second floor was cold despite the ambiance and the lit charcoal stove. The charcoal fire occasionally crackled. Incense floated in the room, and the man lying on the bed was covered in thick blankets yet felt no warmth, his gaze unfocused.
Ning Zhi brushed back his damp forehead and pushed aside the disheveled black hair on the pillow, which was dotted with water droplets. The servant had already cleaned his body and washed his hair.
