The sky grew even darker, and a downpour was imminent. Without taking a break, everyone mounted their horses and galloped towards the post station.
Feng Yan and Yu rode the same horse, while Lu Xiaoyun carried Zhu Yu.
Lu Xiaoyun held Zhu Yu tightly in her arms; a long gash had been scratched on his arm by wolf claws.
Lu Xiaoyun looked down at Zhu Yu. When she first transmigrated, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and saw that his body was covered with crisscrossing scars, and almost no part of his body was intact.
Thinking about it now is suffocating.
As soon as they entered the post station, the rain began to pour down.
The torrential rain poured down like a waterfall cascading from the sky, relentlessly pounding the ground with a "pitter-patter" sound. The trees along the roadside swayed in the wind and rain, as if struggling to maintain their shape. Rainwater dripped from the eaves, forming strings of small waterfalls.
Lu Xiaoyun quickly helped Zhu Yu off the horse, and the others immediately dismounted as well. The waiter led the horses to the stable.
The group turned to look at the mountain they had come from; the heavy rain should have extinguished the fire.
Zhu Yu had been here a few years ago, so the postmaster recognized him.
The postmaster was terrified when he saw the group covered in blood: "Your Highness Prince An, what happened? Did you encounter an ambush? Someone, quick! Go and inform the prefect that His Highness Prince An and his men have been ambushed. Please ask him to send troops to quell the bandits immediately!"
Lu Xiaoyun wiped the rain off her face: "It wasn't an ambush, we encountered the Wolf King."
The postmaster was terrified and stammered, "Your Highness, you...you encountered wolves, the wolf king? You...you came over the mountain...you didn't take the official road?"
"What's wrong?"
"What else?" The postmaster's face turned green with fright. He swallowed hard and tried his best to speak clearly: "No one dares to go up this mountain. It is said that the wolf king inside has three or four hundred wolves, and they are extremely fierce. It's not that no one has ever been up the mountain before, but no one has ever been heard of coming down alive."
"Your Highness, you're taking too much risks. And, you've brought two young ladies with you."
Lu Yuyan and his group of guards were exhausted and collapsed onto the ground.
Fortunately, they moved quickly enough; otherwise, if another hundred or two hundred wolves had come, they really wouldn't have seen the sun rise again tomorrow.
Zhu Yu's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Stop babbling, hurry up and prepare hot water and food."
The postmaster left, wiping away cold sweat. This girl had a terrible temper, even more arrogant than a prince.
Lu Xiaoyun went over and helped Ayan up, then said to the rest of the people who were lying on the ground panting heavily, "Get up quickly, your injuries need to be treated immediately."
Lu Yuyan sincerely apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry, I was too impatient."
Lu Xiaoyun laughed at him: "Have you forgotten about the men in black lying in ambush on the official road? If we don't take the mountain road, at this time, we might not even make it to this post station."
Zhu Yu said calmly, "Humans are far more terrifying than beasts. Feng Yan, have the postmaster notify the local prefect to send men to suppress the bandits."
Lu Xiaoyun tossed him a token, which Feng Yan took and went to find the postmaster.
The postmaster dared not delay for a moment and hurriedly sent a waiter to deliver Prince An's order to Han Jin, the prefect of Lincheng.
Lu Xiaoyun, Zhu Yu, and the others, without taking a break, led everyone to properly bury the bodies of the five guards killed by the wolves.
By the time everything was over, it was nearly 9 PM.
"Get a good rest tonight, and set off early tomorrow morning."
Everyone readily agreed and returned to their respective rooms.
Everyone was exhausted, so the postmaster brought hot water and food to each room.
Despite her exhaustion, Lu Yuyan treated the wolf-scratched wounds of everyone one by one.
Three of the guards were seriously injured and no longer fit to go any further, so Lu Xiaoyun discussed with Zhu Yu and decided to leave them at the post station.
The two went together to see their injuries. One of them was wounded on his thigh, which almost prevented him from getting married. The guard clutched his trousers tightly, his face turning a deep purplish-red: "No, no, Your Highness, you, you are a woman. If you want to see, I can only let, let the Prince see."
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at him, and Zhu Yu's face suddenly darkened. The guard immediately shrank back and said, "I'm fine. Mr. Lu has already applied the medicine for me."
The princess found it very strange. Why did she insist on looking at his private parts? He's a man, you know.
Feng Yan: "I have already checked, he is fine, but he was just a little bit short of being crippled."
Zhu Yu nodded: "Mm."
Feng Yan silently lowered his head; the princess was too fierce.
The other man was wounded in the abdomen, where a wolf's claws had slashed open a very deep gash.
Another person had his right hand bitten by a wolf, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
These three people are indeed no longer able to travel with them.
Thus, only ten people remained.
Feng Yan, Jiang Chuan, Wu Chuan, and Xi Yi were also injured, but fortunately their injuries were not serious and would not affect their continued journey the next day.
Qi Yu's back was injured; she had been scratched by a wolf's claws, and she couldn't treat it herself.
Unlike inns, there were no women at the post station, and since there were no other people seeking lodging there, Feng Yan had no choice but to ask the "Princess" for help.
"Your Highness, could you please go and take a look at Qi Yu? She has a long gash on her back from a wolf's claws, and she can't treat it herself."
Zhu Yu's brow twitched, and he looked at Lu Xiaoyun.
Lu Xiaoyun rubbed her forehead, her head aching. Although she had the soul of a woman, she couldn't bear the body of a man.
Feng Yan said urgently, "Your Highness, I beg you. Qi Yu's clothes are all torn, with a long, bloody gash that urgently needs medicine. I just rode back with her and could feel her pain. I'm worried. She used to be a loyal warrior; she doesn't care about ordinary pain, but..."
Zhu Yu rubbed his temples: "Okay." He would close his eyes and sprinkle the medicine on her back.
Feng Yan was about to express his gratitude.
Lu Xiaoyun: "Feng Yan, Qi Yu is your woman. At this time, instead of showing any support, you're making the Princess Consort step in. Are you even a man?"
Feng Yan choked. He had wanted to, but it was against the rules. She was a perfectly innocent girl who hadn't even married him yet. How could he take advantage of her vulnerability and look at her body?
"This is an opportunity given to you by God, and you still don't know how to seize it. How can I have such an obtuse subordinate as you?"
"Master, Master..."
"Come with me."
Feng Yan, unaware of what his master was about to do, hurriedly followed behind her.
When they arrived at Qi Yu's room, they saw that her face was pale and fine beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. When she saw them come in, she stood up, supporting herself on the table: "Your Highness, Miss."
Lu Xiaoyun cleared her throat: "Qiyu, would you be willing to marry Feng Yan?"
"Huh? What?" Qi Yu was a little confused. Was this the right time to talk about this? They had just finished burying some of their compatriots.
"I only ask you, are you willing to marry Feng Yan?"
Qi Yu glanced at Feng Yan, who was looking at her with a mixture of anxiety and heartache, and a blush flashed across her pale face: "Yes, this servant is willing. However, Commander Feng is, after all, the commander of Your Highness's secret guards, a third-rank official, while this servant is just a lowly maid. How can I be worthy of Commander Feng?"
"Qi Yu, what are you saying? When did I ever think you were unworthy of me? Between us, you actually..."
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