Ning Qing walked along the mountain path ahead, and looking up, she saw a pavilion not far away where travelers could rest.
Ning Qing lifted her leg and walked towards the pavilion, but before she even got close, a young boy dressed as a servant quickly came to greet her.
He stopped in front of Ning Qing, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.
"The Imperial Preceptor".
Ning Qing nodded slightly and spoke softly.
"Um".
He walked in the direction of his gesture and boarded the palanquin.
With a shout from the boy, "Lift the sedan chair!"
Several burly men dressed in identical clothes lifted the palanquin and swayed as they walked down the mountain.
At the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate, upon seeing that it was the people from the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, immediately knelt down respectfully, their heads bowed very low.
After Ning Qing and her group had gone far away, they got up from the ground.
The palanquin arrived at a bustling area, where the people on the street stood silently by the roadside, their heads bowed.
Sitting on the palanquin, Ning Qing closed her eyes and pretended to doze off, feeling utterly bored.
Suddenly, a red figure darted towards Ning Qing's carriage.
The child was so frightened that his mouth dropped open. "Someone come here..."
Ning Qing waved her hand to stop him, saying, "No need, let him come over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red figure came to Ning Qing's carriage, knelt down on both knees, and lowered his head.
As the red figure drew closer, Ning Qing smelled it; the familiar scent of a soul grew stronger and stronger.
Ning Qing was now even more certain that this was his wife!
Looking down, I only saw a small head with long, flowing hair.
"Please, please, someone save my life!"
The voice was clear and crisp, yet tinged with a hint of allure, striking right into one's heart.
It makes people feel an itch in their hearts, like being scratched by a cat.
Ning Qing raised an eyebrow and curled her lips into a smile.
Leaning forward, she hooked her fingertips under his chin and lifted him up.
A stunningly beautiful face slowly appeared before my eyes.
Her long, willow-like eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes added a touch of allure. Her high, straight nose and slightly pouting, peach-pink lips, neither too thick nor too thin, were so tempting, as if inviting a kiss.
As he raised his little head, a striking crimson whip mark was revealed on his collarbone.
It was like an ugly red centipede, crawling on the fair and delicate collarbone.
It was so shocking!
When Ning Qing saw the whip mark, her eyes turned cold in an instant.
"Who hurt you?"
Ning Qing: Cat System, are you dead? Why didn't you send an alarm when my wife was injured?
The system looked completely bewildered in the space: Host, there really was no warning!
Oh, I see. He must have been injured last night. You see, the bloodstain has already congealed, so he's obviously been injured for some time. We hadn't arrived yet, which is why we didn't sound the alarm.
A hint of surprise flashed in Jialan's eyes.
This person's aura changed drastically after seeing the scar on their collarbone.
He then shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Instantly, she transformed into a pitiful and helpless figure.
Her little head was slightly lowered.
He shook his head vigorously, waved his hand, and replied in a low voice.
"My injury is nothing serious."
Ning Qing frowned slightly.
"If your injury isn't serious, then why did you shout for help just now? Whose life were you trying to save?"
Jialan looked up at Ning Qing and hurriedly spoke.
"Please, be a benefactor, save my brother! He's about to be beaten to death."
Ning Qing nodded and put an arm around his waist.
"Give directions".
When Ning Qing approached, Jialan's body stiffened slightly.
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