Gu Qingtong saw the cold glint and, unable to stand, her body kept sinking. Yun Zhi had forgotten she couldn’t stand and thought she was resisting, raising his dagger to stab.
Yun Yan’s eyes widened, about to rush forward when suddenly a short arrow shot through the window, piercing Yun Zhi’s wrist.
“Qing Qing!”
Yun Zhi cried out in pain and pushed Gu Qingtong away. Before Yun Yan could see who had arrived, Gu Qingtong was taken out the window, with a man anxiously calling her “Qing Qing”.
He ran to the window, but they had vanished.
“Zhi Wang!”
People outside heard the commotion and rushed in, seeing Yun Zhi lying on the ground, pressing his profusely bleeding wrist, while Yun Yan stood blankly by the window, murmuring, “Qing Qing, you ultimately belong to someone else…”
Gu Qingtong thought she was going to die, but a shadow flashed and she was swept away. When she saw it was Yu Rong, she was immediately embraced by Jiang Shangheng.
Jiang Shangheng held her without many words, quickly crossing several alleys and mounting a horse towards a small grove in the north, with Yu Rong and Yu Shi following behind.
Sitting on the horse, Gu Qingtong’s heart was still racing, her throat uncomfortable from being choked, but she gradually calmed down.
“Qing Qing, thank goodness you’re okay,” Jiang Shangheng held her waist tightly, the horse galloping like wind, his voice slightly trembling but each word falling into her ear.
Gu Qingtong leaned back and hugged him, her body close to his chest, sighing softly: “Shangheng, I’m fine.” Her eyes welled up – she had been tense for days and finally escaped their hands. Moreover, Jiang Shangheng was safe, right here before her.
“Gu Qingtong began to worry, but since Jiang Shangheng had a map and was launching a surprise attack on an unprepared Yanshan City, he should be fine. She looked at the sunlight streaming through the window, “What time is it now?”
“The third quarter of the Chen hour.”
“Hmm.”
“Sister, your… ” Yu Rong finally asked awkwardly, pointing to her shoulder and chest.
Gu Qingtong realized the blanket had slipped and she didn’t know how to explain to this young girl. After a moment of silence, she said, “Rong’er, bring me some water. I want to wash, it feels sticky and uncomfortable.”
