The two ran far away, into an alley, and disappeared from sight.

Uncle Wang drove the carriage for a while longer, and he seemed to sense that the horse was becoming restless, snorting and breathing rapidly, and its hooves were starting to wriggle erratically.

"You beast, did you take the wrong medicine?" Uncle Wang had never encountered such a situation before, and he lashed out with his whip.

However, things did not go as he wished.

The horse quickly went into a frenzy, emitting a neigh that reverberated through the air, its forelegs raised high, and its body shaking as if it wanted to throw the carriage off.

The carriage jolted violently, and Mu Xinghe immediately woke up, but the situation was already out of his control.

He was tossed around and turned, his whole body slamming against the wooden planks. He could only desperately cover his head and say anxiously.

"Uncle Wang, what's going on? Quickly stop the horse."

Wang Bo gripped the reins tightly, trying to maintain his position on the carriage. The horse kicked with its hind legs, overturning the carriage and throwing him from mid-air to the ground, where he was knocked unconscious.

The raging horse dragged the carriage wildly through the street, causing pedestrians to scatter in panic. There was chaos, with adults shouting, children crying, and people cursing.

In a teahouse, at a table by the window, two people watched this scene with great interest.

"He'll be crippled if he doesn't die now, at the very least he'll be bedridden for ten days or half a month. Can a mere fifth-rank official really take on the credit that the Zhao family has earned?" Zhao Rushuang sneered.

Zhao Ruye pondered, "Will the Qiao family suspect us?"

After all, the targeting is quite obvious.

"So what if there's suspicion? If they can't produce any evidence, would the Qiao family dare to act rashly? Father's condition is most likely the result of the Qiao family's actions, yet we haven't even gone to settle accounts with them."

"In truth, it's just a matter of retribution. What goes around comes around, and no one escapes the judgment of Heaven."

Zhao Ruye tapped his folding fan on his hand: "To avoid attracting attention, we should hurry back. Mu Xinghe is probably useless now. Let's go to the manor and wait for good news."

"No, brother, watch for a little longer." Zhao Rushuang raised an eyebrow.

After waiting a while, a figure was thrown out of the carriage and fell heavily to the ground, where it remained motionless.

The brother and sister exchanged a smile, then got up and left.

Mu Xinghe was accompanied by several hidden guards. The horse had gotten into trouble, and they tried their best to control it. However, the horse was fat and strong, and when it got angry, it was very powerful. Moreover, it kept changing position and was impossible to control.

The man was thrown out, and they had no time to worry about the horses. They quickly lifted him up and hurriedly sent him back to the Qiao family.

At this moment, the Qiao family had just finished breakfast; the women were preparing to build the house, and the men were preparing to go to their fiefdom.

When they saw the hidden guards carrying in a person covered in blood and with disheveled hair, they slowly stood up.

"Who is this?" Qiao Xi'er stared at the figure, her lips trembling slightly, while she hugged her daughter tightly.

Even though she couldn't see the face, the familiar figure gave her a clue.

The hidden guards parted the wounded man's hair, revealing that familiar face—