Pei Wuwang tried to sit up, but Shen Qingtang quickly reached out to help him.

She carefully placed a pillow under his head. Pei Wuwang leaned against the pillow.

Watching Shen Qingtang's busy figure, the stirrings in his heart grew clearer and clearer. This woman had not only saved him and Nian'an, but had also stood up for them time and time again.

Mrs. Lu was furious. "You were only able to wake up because of my granddaughter's good fortune!"

Pei Wuwang coldly watched as Lu's mother made a scene.

Before Shen Qingtang could speak, he retorted coldly, "I was able to wake up entirely thanks to Miss Shen's silver needles and herbs, and it has nothing to do with Lu Jiaojiao. On the contrary, your granddaughter colluded with the Northern Desert people to betray us, and even wanted the Northern Desert people to defile Miss Shen. I heard all of these things clearly when I was unconscious."

His tone was icy, and every word he uttered hit the nail on the head.

Lu's mother's face turned deathly pale instantly, but she still tried to argue: "You're talking nonsense! Jiaojiao is a lucky charm! I dreamed about her before! You were able to wake up because of her good fortune! How can you slander her like this!"

“Good fortune?” Pei Wuwang sneered, his eyes as cold as knives. “The ‘good fortune’ of letting the Northern Desert people capture us and injure Nian’an? Or the ‘good fortune’ of wanting to kill Miss Shen? My Pei family cannot afford such good fortune.”

Lu Jin also got anxious and stepped forward to speak up, but was startled by Pei Wuwang's cold glance and stopped in his tracks.

Mother Lu was so angry that she trembled all over, but she kept repeating the same few words: "Jiaojiao is Fubao" and "You are slandering people." She had nothing else to say.

Pei Wuwang was too lazy to waste any more words with her. He tried to stand up, but he was still injured.

He stumbled as soon as he moved.

Shen Qingtang reacted quickly and immediately grabbed his wrist. Her palm inadvertently touched his pulse, which was strong and clearly indicating that he had recovered well.

She looked up at him and met his deep eyes. The man was tall and handsome, and although his face was still a little pale, his good looks were undeniable.

Even the warmth emanating from her palm stirred something within her.

"Be careful, your injury hasn't healed yet," Shen Qingtang quickly steadied him and gently reminded him.

Pei Nian'an also rushed over.

Holding Pei Wuwang's other hand, she whispered, "Father, don't move around. Auntie said you need to rest."

Pei Wuwang looked down at his son's worried face, then turned to look at Shen Qingtang, who was supporting him.

The coldness in his eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a gentle warmth.

He softened his voice: "Thank you, Miss Chen. You've worked hard these past few days."

This scene, witnessed by Lin Peirou, filled her with both bitterness and resentment.

Something's not right!

Pei Wuwang felt something was wrong!

She bit her lip, her nails almost digging into her palms. Even after the team set off, no one dared to relax.

They hurried toward the direction of exile.

Everyone was afraid that the Northern Desert people's reinforcements would suddenly catch up.

Throughout the journey, Shen Qingtang kept Pei Nian'an by her side, occasionally taking out warm chicken soup from her spatial storage to nourish him.

Shen's parents often gave the little guy dried fruit and snacks, treating him like their own grandson.

Grandpa Shen watched Pei Nian'an jumping around.

Suddenly, he murmured to himself, "This child... the cleverness in his eyes is exactly the same as yours when you were a child."