Amidst the chaotic shouts, Song Xizhi and Madam He Xin were so disoriented by the turbulent carriage that they bumped into their seats.

She gritted her teeth and shouted at Madam Xin, "Jump out of the carriage! Jump out of the window now!"

Only after hearing Song Xizhi's calm voice did Madam Xin barely regain her composure.

She struggled to her feet, grabbed Song Xizhi's hand tightly, and stumbled back toward the carriage window.

Just as Madam Xin reached out and grabbed the carriage curtain, before she could do anything, in the blink of an eye, she heard a horse neighing.

The carriage suddenly slowed down, and Song Xizhi suddenly smelled a bloody odor.

Madam Xin clearly felt the change in the carriage beneath her. She paused in her climb out of the window and, still shaken, peered out.

The carriage beneath them, which had been speeding along, gradually slowed down and came to a complete stop after a short while.

The world fell silent in an instant. Song Xizhi, somewhat dazed, steadied himself against the carriage, feeling only the pounding of his heart.

"What's going on? What's happening outside?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a deep, mellow male voice entered her ear canal, gently rubbing against her eardrum.

"Don't be afraid..."

The two seemed to be very close, separated only by a thin curtain.

Song Xizhi could hear the man's low, hoarse voice. The intense activity had left his voice slightly breathless, like a rough pebble falling into a calm pool.

With a loud thud, ripples spread out in circles.

Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback. When she came to her senses again, she heard the coachman shouting excitedly outside the carriage:

"A righteous man just descended from the sky and beheaded the crazed horse on the other side. If it weren't for him, we would have been the ones to be hit!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi and Madam Xin exchanged a startled glance, then struggled to their feet and lifted the carriage curtain.

The strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the entire carriage, and the sounds of women and children sobbing could be heard.

Song Xizhi squinted and looked outside. What he saw was the severed head of a horse lying on the ground, and a headless corpse lying askew on the ground beside it. The whole world was crimson.

She looked around and only saw the coachman beside her; she didn't see anyone else.

The coachman, still shaken, clutched his chest. Seeing Song Xizhi's reaction, he quickly helped her down from the carriage: "Madam, are you alright?"

Song Xizhi shook her head at him, her gaze sweeping over the scene once more. She frowned almost imperceptibly before asking, "Where is that benefactor from earlier?"

The coachman's eyes lit up instantly when Song Xizhi mentioned the man: "It's a pity you didn't see it! Just now, that righteous man descended from the sky, cut off Mad Horse's head, and then used his lightness skill to fly onto our horse's back!"

The coachman became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly: "After he leaped onto the horse's back, he immediately tightened the reins, and the horse neighed with its front hooves pointing to the sky before falling silent!"

"Hey! Okay! You're not crazy anymore!"

Listening to the coachman's vivid description, Song Xizhi nodded with lingering fear: "We are so grateful to him today. If it weren't for his righteous intervention, the three of us would probably have died a violent death."

At that moment, Madam Xin also stepped off the carriage, clutching her chest, her face still pale: "So dashing, so dashing."

"I was at the window just now and I saw his smooth and flowing movements. I was completely stunned... but he doesn't look like a martial arts expert."

Song Xizhi said with some regret, "I didn't see him after I got off the bus, otherwise I would have definitely thanked him properly."

"Since he's not a martial arts practitioner, he's probably someone you know in the capital. Have you seen what he looks like?"

Madam Xin and the coachman both shook their heads: "We only saw his back, but his dashing appearance made it clear he was a real man! My old man can't compare at all!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's eye twitched.

Although Lord Xin is a few years older than Madam Xin, he is not that old, is he?

Madam Xin thought carefully, then her eyes lit up again: "Looking at his figure, it feels somewhat familiar."

Song Xizhi nodded: "Since he does good deeds anonymously, we can only wait for fate to bring us together again next time."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the surrounding scenery. Thanks to the righteous man who descended from the sky, no one was injured. Only a few people had some scratches while dodging the horses.

The crimson pool of blood just now was nothing more than the blood of the horses.

Song Xizhi took the medicine box from the carriage and gave the man by the roadside a simple bandage. After resting, he and Madam Xin got back into the carriage.

Lady Xin sat in the carriage, holding her heart in her hands, marveling at the hero's extraordinary bravery all the way: "It's such a pity you didn't see it. I only caught a glimpse of him, and I saw him flip his wrist, and the horse's head fell to the ground in an instant."

Recalling the scene just now, Song Xizhi closed his eyes and nodded: "The voice is indeed quite pleasant."

Seeing that Song Xizhi also agreed, Madam Xin shifted her position, becoming even more excited: "Right! Right!"

“Now I see that your first path is completely blocked, so you should just go for the second path! I used to think about my nephew from my maternal family, but now it seems that's not going to work at all. I have to find a real man like the righteous man from earlier!”

Song Xizhi was amused by her attitude: "That's all your fault for not seeing his face clearly just now. Now you want to look for him, but you don't know where to look."

Madam Xin nodded in annoyance: "Yes, it's my fault!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while before the carriage arrived at the Marquis's residence.

She was delayed on the road for a long time, and by the time she returned to Guanmoxuan, it was already quite late.

The Guanmo Pavilion was brightly lit, but Song Xizhi, thinking of Madam Xin's words, suddenly sighed softly.

She doesn't know what's wrong with He Jingyan now, he's been so quiet and unresponsive, she should probably start thinking about her future.

As Song Xizhi was thinking, he walked into the house, but a tall figure blocked his way at the door.