If the general's wife were truly seriously injured and died at Mo Ye's hands, he probably wouldn't tell her the truth.
Therefore, this would inevitably provoke the enemy general and cause unpredictable consequences, so it is quite possible that he made excuses and delayed the time.
Just as Fu Rong's mind was in turmoil, a voice suddenly rang out, like a metal wire that had abruptly invaded his thoughts.
"If she really did run away on her own, then... will she never come back?"
Yuwen Sheng flicked his long sleeves, swept the ground, and sat down on the steps. His slender, white fingers touched each other, and his cold lips smiled mechanically. His eyes held a well-suppressed madness, with red blood vessels distributed on the whites of his eyes.
"No, it won't happen..." Fu Rongse comforted her.
If she really disappeared, even if he slaughtered everyone in the Kingdom of Julu, Mo Ye still wouldn't be able to hand her over. So where should he look for her? Should he search the entire Seven Kingdoms?
"Why not?" A distorted, dim light flickered in his eyes, like that of a wild beast whose teeth had been pulled out.
Fu Rong swallowed hard and said decisively, "If Madam knew that the General valued her so much, she would definitely come back."
If she wasn't stupid, she should know that the only safe place in the world was by the general's side. How could a woman like her survive in such a chaotic world if she were to wander and suffer hardships?
Yuwen Sheng stood up and glanced at Fu Rong very slowly. His originally dark and unfathomable expression now shone with a glimmer of hope: "She is so kind. Every time, no matter how difficult or dangerous the situation, she would bravely face me for the sake of some fearless people. If she knew that she was holding the lives of the entire city in her hands, she would definitely not have chosen to run away from me."
Fu Rong: "..."
Wait, General, that's not what I meant. Don't overinterpret it.
"But what if...the outcome is different?"
If the lady doesn't survive these days, and Mo Ye can neither hand over the person nor bring the lady back to life, then is the general mentally prepared?
Yuwen Sheng paused, and after a long while, he smiled gently: "Fu Rong, don't say things I don't like to hear. If there's a next time..."
With a "plop," Fu Rong, quick-witted and decisive, immediately knelt down and admitted his mistake.
"It was I who overstepped my bounds."
No one knows the truth. If the lady is still alive and being held captive by Mo Ye, that would undoubtedly be the best outcome. If it's something else...
I dare not tell the truth, but I'm afraid the lies will be taken seriously.
Fu Rong wanted to cry. As the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he is truly heartbroken.
He didn't know how long the general's mental torture would last; he was truly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
He admitted that his initial opposition to Zheng Quchi was somewhat excessive.
He vividly remembered how docile and peaceful the general named Liu Fengmian was in front of Zheng Quchi back then, unlike the sharp, extreme person who now bared his fangs and wanted to destroy and harm everything around him in a vengeful manner.
His unstable state only shows that he is currently in a terrible emotional state.
Fu Rong now only hopes that Zheng Quchi can return safely, so that he can calm down the general, this ferocious beast that is about to go out of control, and save him from his dire straits.
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After resting for nearly two days, Zheng Quchi spent his days eating and sleeping, emptying his mind and focusing entirely on recuperation, without overthinking or getting tired.
She sometimes truly admired the medical miracles of the ancients, and she really wanted to borrow the hands of the miraculous doctor who developed the "holy medicine".
How did he make such a powerful medicine?
Despite suffering such severe internal injuries, she is now able to walk around outside.
Although her internal injuries were gradually healing, the external wounds on her body, which the army doctor had applied medicine to, had not been cleaned or bandaged for several days. When she took them off to look, she noticed that the area around the wounds was a bit red, and she was worried that it would become inflamed and abscessed again, which would be troublesome.
Therefore, she had to find alcohol to clean the wound again, apply some wound medicine or other wound medicine, and re-bandage it.
But in the mountains during winter, it's hard to find anything to eat. In the last two days, she hasn't even been able to pick a single tender wild grass. After she finishes eating the food she has in the thatched hut, she'll soon be starving.
After some hesitation, she decided to stick to her previous decision: "It's time to go down the mountain; something must have happened to the military doctor."
After waiting for several days without receiving a single word from the military doctor, Zheng Quchi boldly guessed that his failure to keep his promise was related to the battle at Fenggu Shacheng.
So many days have passed, and she is unsure whether the enemy forces that occupied Fenggu Sand City have already withdrawn from it.
But this is the only border town that stands within a ten-mile radius. If she wants to contact ordinary people and exchange money for supplies, she can only try her luck there.
She put her cloak back on, burying her head deep inside the brim of her hat. She tucked her slingshot into her waistband, prepared plenty of small stones, and armed herself before preparing to descend the mountain.
As she walked, her steps were slow and deliberate. She pinched the flesh on her side and sighed inwardly.
The succulent I was raising looked promising, but in just a few days, it lost quite a bit of its weight. I don't know when it will be able to fatten itself up nicely.
Going down the mountain was easier than going up; the journey up was arduous at night, while the path down was brightly lit during the day.
Without the cover of night, she had to be more cautious about her surroundings until she reached the foot of the mountain, where everything remained calm and peaceful.
She walked along the way, but saw no refugees fleeing the city. She observed the ground and found deep hoofprints, but no scattered footprints...
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