"There are an unusually large number of them, but fortunately the dikes in various places have been repaired in advance."

Yun Qing understood that this was inevitable. Historically, the floods in Da Xi were very serious and were one of the most important events that gradually weakened Da Xi's national strength and alienated the people. Fortunately, it should not happen again now.

"Young Master is indeed very thoughtful." Qinglan agreed, then gently touched her brow. "Strange, why does my brow keep twitching?"

Yun Qing looked up at her.

Before he could say another word, he heard a commotion outside, followed by a violent earthquake, with mud and rocks tumbling down from the sky and hitting the carriage.

The accident happened in the blink of an eye.

...

The urgent message was sent to the palace as quickly as possible.

At that time, Xie Rang was filled with joy and anticipation, hoping to see the Grand Tutor at night.

He didn't show any reluctance when he let people go, but his emotions had been fermenting intensely with each passing day of separation, eventually turning into a deeper feeling that could only be buried in his heart.

He wanted to wait for the Grand Tutor to return so he could apologize to her properly. If the Grand Tutor was angry, he could coax her slowly.

But what awaited them was a bodyguard covered in mud—

"Recently, there has been continuous rain. When passing through Jiangcheng Mountain, a mudslide occurred and the carriage was hit. Young master is currently... nowhere to be found."

The moment he finished speaking, Xie Rang's face turned as dark as an overturned inkstone, so dark that not a single glimmer of light could remain.

He found it hard to describe how he felt when he heard the news. He was completely stunned, his eyes welled up with tears, blurring his vision, but no tears fell. He felt as if he were walking on clouds, floating around.

He stared intently at the guard, enunciating each word clearly: "...What did you say?"