At this time, a glimmer of light just began to appear on the edge of the sky, a sign of the dawn. The faint morning light was like a veil, gently covering the earth and slowly dispelling the last trace of haze in the night.

In late autumn in the north, there is a hint of chill in the air.

Feng Jiuyan couldn't help but shrink her neck, a chill running up her spine. She tightened her clothes to try to resist the cold of late autumn.

The biting cold wind blew across her face like a knife, and her hair fluttered in the wind. Feng Jiuyan looked at Yan Ci on his back, and became more and more anxious.

She knew that Yan Ci was weak at the moment and could not stand the cold, so she had to carry him back as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if Yan Ci caught a cold, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, they were not far from where the exile team set up camp.

Feng Jiuyan carefully lifted Yan Ci onto his back and gently rocked him, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Then, she took steady steps and slowly moved towards the place where she was stationed. She took every step very carefully, fearing that she would make Yan Ci feel uncomfortable if she was not careful.

Yan Ci is about 1.85 meters tall, which is a heavy burden for an average girl to bear.

If Feng Jiuyan hadn't been born strong, no girl would have had the strength to carry him forward.

Feng Jiuyan carried Yan Ci on his back and traversed a long stretch of dense jungle with difficulty, and finally returned to the camp.

At this time, a glimmer of light just began to appear on the edge of the sky, which was a sign of dawn.

The faint morning light is like a veil, gently covering the earth and slowly dispelling the last trace of haze in the night.

Feng Jiuyan carried Yan Ci on her back and walked slowly towards her donkey cart. Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of the prisoners and officials who had not slept all night.

Their eyes were all focused on Feng Jiuyan and Yan Ci, full of curiosity and surprise.

"Isn't this the eldest daughter of the Feng family? She is so lucky to have survived those assassins with great martial arts skills!"

"What? She actually came back alive!"

"That's right! The eldest daughter of the Feng family is indeed a wonderful person. She can handle both the living room and the kitchen, and she is good at both literature and martial arts. Look, she can even carry such a big man on her back. She is much better than those delicate girls who only know how to complain about hardship all day long."

"That's true. Oh, how hateful! How come my daughter is not as capable as her? Oh!"

"Bah, there shouldn't be physical contact between men and women. Which girl from a good family would carry around a grown man behind her back? Bah, you little slut!" A sharp and piercing female voice interrupted, speaking with disdain.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the woman who was speaking had a long, pointed horse face.

This woman is none other than the horse-faced woman who has a grudge against Feng Jiuyan!

Hearing the horse-faced woman say such unpleasant words, some people couldn't help but condemn her and speak up for Feng Jiuyan.

"You are such an ungrateful woman! If it weren't for Miss Feng leading the assassins away, we would all be dead! People saved you, yet you still say such vicious words. You are such a vicious woman!"

"That's right, a vicious woman!"

"Bah, if you ask me, she will get her comeuppance sooner or later!"

Others glared at him and said fiercely: "It's bad enough that he's ugly, but his mouth is also so smelly. A dog can't spit out ivory."

Everyone was talking at once, accusing the horse-faced woman in an emotional manner.

The horse-faced woman blushed, hesitating and stubbornly saying, "Hmph, tell me, maybe, these killers were hired by their family!"

The horse-faced woman's face was flushed with shame.

She lowered her head, her eyes dodging, and she stammered, "Hmph, maybe, these killers were hired by their family!"

There was a hint of stubbornness in her voice, but more of it was guilt and lack of confidence.

Her words seemed so pale and powerless amid the scolding from the crowd that people couldn't help but feel that she was being unreasonable.

However, although her previous words seemed so insignificant amid the scolding of the crowd, her last word of rebuttal was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a ripple in the hearts of some people.

Some people were originally accusing her angrily, but after hearing what she said, they couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

They began to wonder in their hearts, is this really possible?

Could it be that the eldest wife of the Feng family really has some connection with those killers?

These thoughts swirled in their minds, causing some subtle changes in their views of Feng Jiuyan's family.

Although these people's doubts only flashed by, the existence of this doubt still made the words of the horse-faced woman have some impact, and made things more complicated and confusing.

Feng Jiuyan heard a few words when she passed by them, but she didn't pay much attention to these prisoners.

The horse-faced woman was not wrong this time. If it weren't for her family, the exile team would not have suffered these unexpected disasters.

Feng Jiuyan silently carried Yan Ci on his back, walked through the crowd, and returned to his donkey cart.

Song Ning's eyes were hazy and he looked sleepy, his head was nodding, and he was obviously dozing off.

Suddenly, she staggered and almost fell to the ground, which woke her up from her sleep. As soon as she raised her head, her eyes fell on Feng Jiuyan who was walking towards her.

At that moment, she thought she was hallucinating and saw it wrongly, so she couldn't help but reach out and rub her eyes, wanting to confirm it again.

When she was sure that it was really her long-missed sister Feng who had returned safely, an expression of surprise immediately appeared on her face.

Then, she jumped up from the chair and ran towards Feng Jiuyan like a happy little bird. As she ran, she shouted loudly:

"Ah, Sister Feng, Sister Feng, you are finally back! Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"

Her voice was full of concern and anxiety, as if Feng Jiuyan was the most important person in her life.

"What? Feng Jiuyan is back?"

Zhang Chong, Zhang Xiaowu, Song Chen, Madam Feng, Feng Jiuli and Qiao Ping were instantly awakened.

After they saw clearly that this person was Feng Jiuyan, they all ran towards her. They surrounded her, asking her about her well-being, and seemed to have forgotten about Yan Ci who was on her back.

Feng Jiuyan stretched out her slender fingers, gently pointed at Yan Ci behind her, and said in a soft voice, "Hehe, I'm fine. The one who's in trouble is Fu," she paused suddenly, and her tongue slipped, and she almost said Yan Ci's other alias "Fu Shijian".

"The one who was in trouble was Yan Ci. He blocked a poisonous arrow for me, so I am fine now—"