What could Luo Qi'an say? A little mood swings in private are just the fun between husband and wife, but now they were in front of their daughter, and there were important things to do, so of course they had to take care of the important things first.
Watching her father walk quickly forward, Shen Xingmian did not stop him.
She had already spotted the group of people secretly following her; if she wasn't mistaken, they were probably sent by the emperor.
It's quite surprising, really. Their family's wealth was almost gone, and the emperor still sent people to monitor them. How could they possibly pay the assassins' wages?
No, they probably don't need wages, they just need an antidote to keep them alive.
As for what the assassins were here for, it was nothing more than to create some trouble for their family, and then launch a fatal attack when they were almost at the northern border after going through all sorts of hardships.
However, she was certain that those people wouldn't make a move anytime soon. After all, the stage had only just been set up and the show had just begun, so how could they possibly resist watching for long?
It was precisely by grasping this psychology that Shen Xingmian felt that even if it was discovered that she had brought back the eldest grandson of the emperor, and that her father had gone to contact Xu Ce, those people wouldn't be too worried.
After all, there were only a few of them, and the ones who could fight were all lying down, so they posed no threat at all.
Even if all the prisoners were gathered together, they wouldn't be able to defeat the guards who escorted them, let alone the assassins who were extremely skilled at killing.
As expected, things went very smoothly on Luo Qi'an's end. He even helped clean the wound and apply medicine before returning.
As soon as he returned, Shen Yunting couldn't wait to ask, "Was that person really Xu Ce?"
Luo Qi'an glanced at his daughter, who was watching the commotion, calmed his breathing, and then answered calmly, "Yes, that's right."
Shen Yunting stared in disbelief: "My God, even the most beautiful person can be ruined if they waste their time, completely ruined."
Seeing their mother's (wife's) heartbroken expression, the father and daughter had different expressions.
Shen Xingmian looked at her father with a mocking gaze, as if to say—see, see, Mother just likes good-looking people, Father should pay more attention to his image!
Luo Qi'an looked helpless. He had long known his wife's personality. If he hadn't been handsome, he wouldn't have been able to win her heart.
Even though many people were captured by bandits at the time, she only spoke to me and even offered to escort me home.
From that moment on, Luo Qi'an knew that the reason she favored him was entirely because of his good looks.
But what does it matter? As long as she's happy.
He didn't steal his face.
In order not to become a weak scholar who would hold his wife back, Luo Qi'an had been learning some basic boxing techniques. Although he started learning too late and it was difficult to achieve anything, he just hoped that he could not affect his wife's performance at crucial moments.
For example, if he can avoid being caught when his wife gets into a fight and become a weakness that others can use to threaten her, that would be enough for him.
So don't be fooled by Luo Qi'an's seemingly refined and scholarly appearance; he actually has quite a few muscles underneath his clothes.
Well, of course, only Shen Yunting saw this.
Many prisoners were so heavy from the shackles that they could barely stand up straight, but Luo Qi'an was able to keep his back straight and was not greatly affected, thanks to his regular exercise.
Shen Xingmian couldn't tell from these things. Ancient people's clothes were relatively loose, and it was impossible to tell whether someone had muscles unless they were wet.
However, her father's face was so striking that she instinctively assumed he was the most delicate person in the family, besides her aunt.
This is a huge misunderstanding.
After accepting their kindness, Xu Ce did not come over immediately. Shen Xingmian did not know what her father had said to him, but it was good that he was willing to accept help.
This at least shows that he didn't want to die.
What also made Shen Xingmian feel uneasy was the young prince, who had been lying in the donkey cart and hadn't gotten up because he was pretending to be sick.
But when she delivered the food today, she felt that his legs seemed a little strange, or more precisely, his feet seemed a little off.
She couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange, maybe it was the angle?
I always felt that a normal person's feet wouldn't be positioned at that angle. Could it be that the child's feet are pigeon-toed?
It seems impossible no matter how you look at it. He's the eldest grandson of the royal family, and he received the highest level of education from a young age. His manners are impeccable. How could he possibly walk with his toes pointing outwards?
I was so focused on feeding him the supernatural water to bring down his fever that I didn't even think about why he had a fever in the first place.
Children are prone to fever and illness, and their immunity is relatively low, so even if the weather is very hot, it is impossible for them to catch a cold or get sick, and she did not think about it in any other way.
Now that I've noticed something's wrong and thought about it more carefully, I feel like something's definitely not right. Could it be that this fever is actually caused by a festering wound?
Thinking of this, Shen Xingmian could no longer ignore the strange feeling in her heart; she had to go and verify it with the child immediately.
She coughed softly outside the donkey cart to remind the people inside, and then lifted the leaf curtain. Looking at the old man and the child who were both looking at her, Shen Xingmian, unusually, did not smile.
Seeing his granddaughter's serious expression, Shen Zhiheng quickly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
He was genuinely puzzled by his granddaughter's sudden seriousness, because there was nothing unusual to be heard from outside, only the sound of her slow, deliberate footsteps.
There wasn't any commotion, so why the sudden seriousness?
Shen Xingmian looked at the seemingly normal child and asked in a low, serious voice, "Your Highness, do you... have any wounds on your body?"
Seeing the child pause for a moment, then lower his head and remain silent, Shen Xingmian was certain that he was indeed injured, and in a relatively hidden location, otherwise neither she nor her mother would have failed to notice anything amiss.
"Don't be afraid, trust your sister. No matter what kind of injury it is, I can heal you and guarantee that there will be no aftereffects."
Shen Xingmian solemnly promised.
Shen Zhiheng immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, your sister Mian'er is incredibly skilled. The poison the emperor gave me was 'March Poison,' and I'm perfectly fine now. She can definitely heal your wounds without leaving a trace."
He nodded as he spoke, as if trying to increase credibility.
Xiao Yanyue remained silent, as if she did not want to mention her injuries at all. This made Shen Xingmian anxious. Disregarding etiquette, she climbed into the donkey cart, hugged the child's legs, and looked at his feet.
Upon seeing this, she immediately cursed aloud.
"Damn it, those beasts!"
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