"That's good. Keep a close watch on them, and you'll get your share of the rewards." The sharp-tongued man disappeared into the distance.

"Yes, sir!"

Once everything became quiet again, Su Wanwan finally mustered her strength and opened her eyes to take in her surroundings.

This is not the inn room where she slept.

It was a very simple dwelling, with mud walls and a thatched roof.

The quilt covering her was made of coarse cloth that had been washed until it was faded, and it was heavy and stiff.

It also has a strange smell.

But she couldn't lift the quilt because her hands and feet were already bound.

Kidnapped?

Su Wanwan looked around but found no trace of her maid, coachman, or anyone else.

Were they killed or imprisoned elsewhere?

Su Wanwan lay quietly.

They wondered who had kidnapped her.

In the evening, a dark-skinned middle-aged peasant woman came, didn't say anything, fed her a bowl of porridge, and then left.

Su Wanwan lowered her voice and asked the peasant woman a few questions, but the peasant woman completely ignored her.

Who kidnapped her but didn't kill her immediately?

Is he plotting something against her?

For money?

Color?

Or is it for something else?

It got completely dark.

Suddenly, the sounds of fierce fighting came from outside.

The torchlight flickered on the window.

Su Wanwan's heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly raced, and her face paled slightly, but a barely perceptible excitement appeared in her eyes.

Just then, a few faint bird calls came from behind the house.

Su Wanwan thought she had misheard.

She turned her head and glanced at the back of the house.

All I could see were mud walls; there wasn't even a window.