On the calm river, a large ship had been moored there for a long time. When it saw Zheng Quchi's small boat slowly approaching, the people on the boat quickly shot out iron claws to grab the rudder and dragged the boat closer.
Some people disembarked and, together with the secret guards, took Zheng Quchi onto the large ship, abandoning the small boat.
"Madam, are you alright?"
When Zheng Quchi saw Runtu on the large ship, he was somewhat dazed and bewildered.
"You...how could you..."
“Madam, my story is a long one, but in short, I’m fine. It was all arranged by the General in advance… By the way, why is it only you, Madam? Where is the General?” he asked hesitantly.
Zheng Quchi immediately recalled what had just happened, his nose tingled, and his eyes welled up with tears again.
She said blankly, "After he was shot by an arrow, he fell into the river..."
Upon hearing this, Runtu turned pale and remained stunned for a long time.
Zheng Quchi reached out and tightly gripped the bracelet under her clothes. Then she slowly squatted down and began to sob softly, like a wounded animal whimpering. She didn't even dare to cry out loud.
"He...he shielded me from all the pursuers, but he didn't make it to the end...he left with me..."
After being stunned for a long time, Runtu's face turned as white as a ghost, and he swallowed the sob in his throat as if it were blood.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Madam, now is not the time to be sad. The general was able to arrange all these things, he must... he must not have just disappeared so easily. So we must set off back to Ye Kingdom as soon as possible. You... you must cheer up. Now you are the only lady of the house who can take charge. We still have many things in Ye Kingdom that need you to go back and handle in place of the general."
Runtu's words made Zheng Quchi raise his head.
Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's. She sniffed and gritted her teeth, saying, "He's not dead, he must not be dead... How could someone as capable as him die so easily?"
“Yes, we will leave a group of guards to search for the general’s whereabouts in the river. They will notify us immediately if they have any news,” Runtu said.
Zheng Quchi stood up, but because he had been squatting for a long time, everything went black as soon as he stood up.
"lady!"
Runtu quickly helped her up.
Only then did they notice that Zheng Quchi had been shot in the back by an arrow at some point. The arrow shaft had been broken off and was lodged near his left shoulder blade, not in a vital area, but he had already bled a lot.
"Madam, are you injured?"
Zheng Quchi, his eyes half-open in a daze, asked, "Really? But why... can't I feel any pain at all?"
Upon hearing this, Runtu's eyes immediately welled up with tears and turned red.
——
In his dream, the group of people in blue cloaks reappeared. Their faces were blurred, but they all drew incredibly powerful weapons and fired them in Yuwen Sheng's direction...
A gust of wind lifted their robes, revealing the waist badges indicating they were disciples of the Gongshu family—
"It's the Gongshu family..."
Zheng Quchi was startled awake from her dream and sat up abruptly, her gaze seemingly just groping back from a distant place. At that moment, a gruff Sichuan accent beside her snapped her back to reality: "Zheng Quchi, you better lie down right now!"
Zheng Quchi turned her head and saw Brother Sang, leaning on his cane, rushing over in a fit of rage and shoving her back onto the bed.
"Your wound hasn't fully healed yet, why are you sitting up? Doesn't it hurt?"
pain……
It was because of the pain that she regained consciousness.
She looked up blankly: "Brother, I'm back..."
Brother Sang, who was still angry, felt sorry for her after seeing her for the past few days when he saw her looking so lost: "...Yes, you're back."
“Brother, I’m back, but I couldn’t bring him back with me. I came back on my own…” Zheng Quchi’s throat was choked with emotion, and he could only speak intermittently.
Brother Sang clearly knew something about it. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her head: "Child, how can a person be good at everything in this life and owe no one anything? As long as you are alive, you can pay back slowly."
He knows her best.
“But brother… it’s a life, I’m afraid I can’t repay it…” She held one arm in front of her.
If the person is gone, what will she use to repay them? To whom will she repay them?
Brother Sang said in a deep voice, "Chizi, I know you're the kind of person who would rather others owe you than owe others. No matter how much you felt for Liu Fengmian before, you'll probably never forget him for the rest of your life."
"But if you can't forget him, then so be it. It's good to remember him. You need to take better care of yourself in the future. As long as you live, his death was not in vain."
Zheng Quchi doesn't want to hear any advice or comfort right now. Some things she can only figure out herself, and some hurdles she can only overcome herself. She knows that no one can help her.
"Brother, I want to be alone for a while."
Brother Sang couldn't bear to see her suffer. Although he understood how much of a shock Liu Fengmian's sacrifice would be to his sister after hearing some of the details from Runtu and the others, he still felt deeply saddened.
But people are always biased. He was very grateful to Liu Fengmian, and if possible, he would give his life to repay the kindness. However, he did not want Chizi to be drowning in the quagmire of pain he had caused him for the rest of his life.
"Okay, I'll go brew your medicine first."
Brother Sang patted her twice before limping away.
The room quieted down, and Zheng Quchi lay on the bed, his peripheral vision inadvertently catching sight of a sculpture placed on the table.
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