255. Traveling Alone

Seeing that the villagers were persuaded, Tao Wanbi immediately pressed her advantage: "You're all right! Princess Fukang, please stop protecting her! If the plague gets worse because of her, and the snow keeps falling, then we'll all suffer!"

The little dumpling pulled Lin Fuman even closer behind her, her small body striking a fierce pose, her voice tinged with grievance, yet she still refused to back down: "That's not how it is!"

Seeing that she was determined to do so, the villagers gradually lost patience.

Someone pushed forward and reached out to grab Lin Fuman's arm: "Princess Fukang, don't be stubborn! We must open her cloth bag today. If it really is poison inside, we can't let her live!"

"Don't touch it!" The little dumpling tried to stop her again.

But at this moment, the villagers were blinded by fear and Tao Wanbi's incitement, and they didn't care about anything else.

Someone bypassed the little girl and pounced on Lin Fuman, shouting, "Don't waste your breath on her! Grab the bag and take a look!"

The servants of the Marquis of Beiding's residence quickly stopped them.

The villagers rushed forward, and they fought back with all their might.

Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene, Lin Fuman knew she couldn't afford to waste any more time.

If this continues, not only might the antibiotics in the bag be destroyed, but someone with ill intentions might also take advantage of the chaos to harm her and the baby.

She immediately made up her mind, hugged the little girl tightly, and brought her into the carriage: "Little Moon, thank you for protecting me, but the situation is too dangerous now. I've decided to go to Qiuhe City right now and deliver the medicine there."

She originally intended to give the medicine to Xiao Tuanzi, who would then pass it on to the Marquis's residence or the Imperial Palace, and finally have them send someone to Qiuhe City to save people.

But now it seems that it's still a question whether she can keep the medication.

Moreover, given what has happened, the people in the Marquis's residence and the palace may have doubts and may not be willing to believe that this is a life-saving medicine.

The little dumpling looked up, its eyes filled with anxiety: "But they're going to take you away..."

“I have a sled and dogs, I can escape,” Lin Fuman patted her head, her voice quick and firm. “Have the servants hold them off for me, I’m leaving now. Once I deliver the medicine to Qiuhe City and cure the plague, I’ll come back to find you.”

The little dumpling bit her lip, knowing that Lin Fuman was right.

She knew that Sister Fufu was making medicine, but others didn't.

Moreover, the medicine looks strange, and they also have many unspeakable secrets and things.

If others see these devices and ask her questions, she can't reveal anything about the system auntie...

So, will others think of them as monsters?

Outside, the servants blocked the villagers from rushing in.

The little dumpling pulled a money pouch from her bosom and stuffed it, along with a box of pastries from the carriage, into Lin Fuman's hand: "Sister Fufu, you must be careful and come back soon."

Lin Fuman looked at the money bag and food in her hand, her eyes a little red.

She nodded vigorously, stuffed the things into her arms, and hugged the little dumpling tightly: "You also need to take good care of yourself, and wait for me to come back."

The little dumpling thought for a moment, then poked its head out and asked the nearest servant for a map. Then it conjured a talisman in its palm and stuffed it into Lin Fuman's hand: "Sister Fufu, take this talisman. If you or Brother Xie encounter any danger, use it."

This is a talisman that the system's aunt gave her a long time ago; it can withstand one fatal blow.

Lin Fu was stunned for a moment before taking it.

She glanced at the little dumpling again, neither asking how it came to be nor what to do if she and Xie Wenling needed it.

She simply gave a bright smile: "Don't worry, I promise we'll come back safely."

"Oh right," she slapped her forehead, gave an address, and instructed, "Little Moon, could you please tell the old lady to give her some money as well? Just say that I can't return the dog for a while."

"Yes, yes, Yue'er will definitely remember!"

"Okay."

Lin Fu took a deep breath and rushed out with lightning speed. She quickly climbed onto the sled, equipped the dogs, and patted the head of the big yellow dog at the front: "Go!"

The big yellow dog seemed to understand her words, barked twice, and pulled the sled forward.

Seeing Lin Fuman about to run away, Tao Wanbi shouted anxiously, "Don't let her get away! If she runs away, the plague will never be cured!"

He was about to chase after her when the little dumpling grabbed his clothes tightly: "Don't chase her! Nobody is allowed to chase her!"

The sled glided swiftly across the snow, leaving a long trail behind it.

The little girl gazed in the direction Lin Fuman had gone until the shadow of the sled became a tiny dot and disappeared at the end of the road before reluctantly turning her gaze away.

"Miss! The Marquis and his wife have arrived!"

Upon hearing this, the little dumpling looked up and saw that the Marquis of Beiding was riding a tall horse at the front, followed by several carriages. The carriage curtains were lifted, and Jiang Xiyue was peeking over, her face full of anxiety.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Jiang Xiyue jumped down quickly, hugged the little girl tightly, and frantically touched her face and hands: "Yue'er! Why did you run so far? Are you cold? I heard from the servants that there was a commotion here, and my heart was pounding!"

Marquis Beiding dismounted, frowned as he looked at the surrounding villagers, then glanced at Tao Wanbi, who was standing to the side with a pale face, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Why are so many people gathered here?"

When the villagers saw that Marquis Beiding had arrived, they all lowered their heads and dared not speak, their earlier excitement completely gone.

A few of the bolder ones whispered about Tao Wanbi's claim that Lin Fuman was the daughter of a disgraced official and that her possession of poison had brought divine retribution. They also mentioned that Lin Fuman refused to open the cloth bag and eventually ran away on a sled.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyue's face instantly darkened.

He turned to Tao Wanbi, his tone full of reprimand: "Tao Wanbi! Didn't I tell you to stay in the manor and reflect on your actions? Who told you to run out and cause trouble? Do you know how serious your crime is to slander others and incite the villagers?"

Tao Wanbi shrank back, intimidated by Jiang Xiyue's imposing manner, but remained adamant: "Madam, I didn't mean to cause trouble! I'm genuinely worried about my sister and everyone else! Lin Fu has been refusing to open the cloth bundle in her arms; it might really be hiding poison. Besides, she's the daughter of a disgraced official, and this sudden snow and plague might truly be divine retribution..."

"You're talking nonsense!" The little dumpling poked her head out from Jiang Xiyue's arms, her little face flushed red, and retorted loudly, "Sister Fufu is not the daughter of a disgraced official, and what she's holding isn't poison! It's medicine that can cure the patients in Qiuhe City! Sister Fufu went to Qiuhe City to deliver medicine, she's a good person!"

Tao Wanbi immediately retorted, "Impossible! Don't be fooled by her! Who could possibly make a cure for the plague? She's just lying to you!"

Although she was also a modern person, she truly did not believe that Lin Fuman could have accomplished all of this by herself in ancient times.

The villagers echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, there's no such thing as a plague cure that's so easy to make. Maybe it's just a scam to fool you, Miss."

"That's utter nonsense. If there were a cure for the plague, would it still be called a plague?"

"My lord, you must investigate this thoroughly. Don't let that girl deceive the county magistrate and implicate the people."

Marquis Beiding and Jiang Xiyue exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that there was no way just any girl could make a cure for the plague.

But when they saw the little dumpling looking so anxious that she was about to cry, their hearts softened.

Although her own daughter was only three years old, she had never been a child who would lie. She must have her reasons for protecting Lin Fuman so much.

Marquis Beiding stepped forward, patted the little girl's head, and his voice softened considerably: "Yue'er, I know you trust her, and I trust your judgment. However, you're still young. In the future, if you encounter something like this, you should tell your father and mother first, don't bear it all alone, understand?"

Jiang Xiyue chimed in, "That's right, Yue'er. I know you want to protect your friends, but you can't take such risks again. What if the villagers had hurt you just now?"

Neither of them mentioned their suspicion of Lin Fuman. Instead, they were full of concern for the little girl, clearly showing unconditional favoritism towards their own daughter.

Watching this scene, Tao Wanbi thought to herself that these two people were truly brainless, and couldn't help but say, "Lord Marquis, Madam, how can you believe my sister's words? That Lin Fuman might really have a problem..."