In the small cave space, the bonfire dispelled the early morning chill. The two people sat side by side quietly, experiencing a tranquility they had never experienced before.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice came from outside:

"Young Master...Young Master..."

"Miss Yun..."

The sound was vague and distant, and Yun Jiao raised his head suddenly:

"Did you hear anything?"

“Hmm?” Ling Che was injured, his reaction was a little slow, and he looked a little silly and cute.

Yun Jiao glanced at him, stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave, carefully opened it, and observed the movements outside. Only when she was sure that it was a familiar voice and that she was truly safe did she respond.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

A team came quickly.

"Master!" Zhang Nian knelt on one knee, and the guards knelt down in unison. "We failed to protect you well, please forgive us, Master!"

Ling Che sat lazily beside the campfire, holding a branch in his hand, poking the charcoal fire casually, and said:

"It is indeed impolite. After returning to the city, each of you will go to the punishment hall to receive twenty lashes."

Yun Jiao was stunned when he heard this.

Why did she think he was gentle, harmless and cute?

It's all an illusion.

"They came to save you, and you still punish them? If they didn't come, wouldn't you have died here?" she asked him in astonishment.

Hearing this, Ling Che smiled mischievously: "Okay, then listen to Jiaojiao and I won't punish you. Why don't you thank Jiaojiao quickly?"

Zhang Nian and the others knelt in front of Yun Jiao and said solemnly in unison:

"Thank you Miss Yun!"

"……" Yun Jiao felt embarrassed by this situation, so he quickly said a few words to transition and asked everyone to stand up.

The forest was deep and the roads were long. Zhang Nian and another guard helped Ling Che out of the mountain.

Yun Jiao walked in front.

After more than an hour, they finally got out of the dense forest and arrived at the official road. Yun Jiao got on the carriage, and Zhang Nian supported Ling Che, nodded and whispered:

"Sir, everything has been arranged."

"Oh." He said calmly, "Go back."

"Okay!" Zhang Nian carefully helped the injured young man onto the carriage, and then commanded the team to set off. The carriage was driven as steadily as possible and at a slow speed.

Inside the car, Yun Jiao held Ling Che to reduce the shaking.

"Jiaojiao is so gentle." He leaned in her arms, his body had to be still, and his mouth was restless.

"Jiaojiao, what's that smell on you? It smells so good."

"Jiaojiao, your body is so soft...Jiaojiao..." He buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing her, moving and twisting constantly.

Yun Jiao smiled helplessly and let him go.

"Sit tight, be careful the wound might open again."

"The wound is broken, but she won't die. If Jiaojiao runs away, I won't be able to get to her." He groaned like a scoundrel.

Yun Jiao touched his dog's head, smiled and said nothing.

The carriage drove in an orderly manner and arrived at Lanzhou City before nightfall, heading straight for Ling Mansion. After entering the mansion, Yun Jiao's steps were slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Ling Che asked.

Yun Jiao was a little sensitive: "Do you feel like something is wrong?"

The Ling Mansion is so quiet today.

The servants were nowhere to be seen, and there was no sign of anyone. The night was dim and there were no candles lit in the house. It looked gloomy, and the ferocious beasts he kept in captivity did not make any sound.

It's eerily quiet.

Ling Che's eyes were deep and dark as he glanced around the mansion. He suddenly put his arm around her waist and turned around:

"withdraw!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark ambush spread out outside the mansion like a dark cloud, instantly surrounding the entire Ling Mansion:

"Ling Yunche, where are you running to!"