She still has important responsibilities on her shoulders and cannot leave without permission.
She turned to look at Qianyun, her gaze firm and steady, and spoke in an orderly manner.
"Qianyun, you lead everyone to escort Miss Qimeng and the sedan chair bearers back to the capital. Make sure they are safe. I will stay here to handle the goods."
Her tone was decisive and unwavering, yet it also revealed a deep concern for Qimeng.
Watching Qianyun and her group leave, Qin Qianyu turned to look at the mess of goods in front of her and secretly rejoiced that no one had been injured or killed.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, quickly adjusting her state, and her eyes regained their usual sharpness and composure.
She moved briskly through the crowd, her skirt swaying with her movements. She would occasionally stop to personally inspect the damage to the goods.
Seeing that a box of silk had a corner torn, she frowned slightly, squatted down, and gently ran her fingers over the tear.
She said with concern, "These are all carefully prepared goods; we must repair them properly later."
He kept instructing the guards to carefully count everything to ensure nothing was missed.
Under her command, the originally chaotic scene gradually became orderly, with the guards performing their respective duties, carrying, organizing, and counting.
Everything proceeded smoothly. Occasionally, when a guard encountered a problem and looked at her with a questioning gaze, she would quickly give instructions in a clear and firm voice.
After completing the inventory and sorting of the goods, Qin Qianyu led her guards and embarked on the road back to the capital with the goods.
Throughout the journey, she was filled with countless thoughts, her heart brimming with worry for Qimeng.
Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, turning slightly white, as the pale face of Qimeng kept appearing in her mind.
It wasn't that she didn't cherish Qimeng's life-saving grace. If Qianyun and the others hadn't arrived in time today, she would have put everything aside without hesitation and personally escorted Qimeng back to the capital.
But she knew that Qianyun and the others were experienced, and it was a safer and better choice for them to escort Qimeng, so she made this decision.
The sun hung high in the sky, blazing like fire, baking the earth, and dust flew up on the official road.
A carriage was speeding toward the Left Prime Minister's residence, its wheels rolling with a dull thud, and the horse's hooves pounding rapidly and powerfully, like a dense drumbeat.
The driver was Qianyun, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, her posture upright like a pine tree, her hands firmly gripping the reins.
The veins on her arms were slightly bulging, showing that she was trying her best to control the horse's speed and rhythm.
Her eyes were sharp and focused, fixed on the road ahead, her gaze revealing concentration and vigilance, not missing any potential danger.
Her lips were tightly closed, and she would sometimes lightly twitch the reins, sometimes give a few soft shouts, precisely controlling the horse's pace.
The carriage moved forward quickly and smoothly, the curtains fluttering gently in the wind without any violent shaking, demonstrating her superb driving skills.
Qianxi and her companions, like agile cheetahs, used their superior lightness skills to protect the carriage with nimble movements.
They were dressed in light clothing, and their figures were sometimes clear and sometimes hidden in the sunlight.
They lightly touched the ground with their toes, as if walking on flat ground, their clothes fluttering, the breeze they stirred up mingling with the dust kicked up by the carriage.
To avoid attracting attention, they deliberately maintained a just-right distance from the carriage, so that they could act quickly in case of an emergency without drawing too much attention.
Their eyes were as sharp as eagles', constantly scanning their surroundings, not missing a single abnormality, and always ready to deal with any potential danger.
Even the sound of a falling leaf would instantly alert them, prompting them to turn around and check to ensure the carriage's safety.
With a crisp sound of hooves, the carriage came to a steady stop at the back gate of the Left Prime Minister's residence.
The back door was quiet, with only a few green bamboos swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
Qianyun was the first to jump off the car. Her movements were swift and agile, and she landed almost without making a sound.
Then, she and her companions carefully lifted Qimeng out of the carriage.
Qi Meng's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her pale cheeks.
Her lips were slightly chapped, and a few strands of messy hair clung to her face, making her look even more pitiful.
Her body was limply held in the hands of the crowd, like an autumn leaf that might fall at any moment, a sight that broke one's heart.
The group hurried along but tried to keep their steps as light as possible, taking each step carefully so as not to disturb the unconscious Qimeng.
They quickly passed through the winding, secluded corridors, the walls on both sides of which were covered with lush green vines, with a few unnamed wildflowers dotting the landscape, but no one was there to appreciate them.
After passing several exquisite artificial hills, each with a different shape, some resembling fierce beasts and others like immortals pointing the way, they finally settled Qimeng in Qin Qianluo's courtyard.
The courtyard was filled with all kinds of flowers, which were in full bloom at the moment, creating a beautiful and fragrant scene. However, no one was in the mood to appreciate the scenery, as they were all worried about Qimeng's injuries.
Upon receiving the message, Qin Qianluo was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan.
Her once neatly styled hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. Her skirt billowed with her hurried steps as she ran to get there.
Before she could even stand properly, she looked anxiously into the room, her eyes filled with worry and concern.
He then turned to Xuanmei beside him and said, "Quick, quick, check her injuries! We must do everything we can to save her!"
Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner anxiety.
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