Nan Yi, who was in a coma with a high fever, seemed to see his junior brother again. He was holding a girl's hand, and the two of them were walking with smiles on their faces on a bustling street.
The woman looked very familiar. She turned her head and spoke to her junior brother with a shy and bashful expression. The junior brother looked at the woman with a doting expression, his eyes full of affection.
Nan Yi was furious. Her junior brother dared to go find girls behind her back! She was so angry that she would make sure he couldn't take care of himself when she got back.
But where could she go back to? Where was she? Where was her junior brother?
"Junior Brother... Junior Brother..." Why isn't Junior Brother paying attention to her? She's only been gone a short while.
"Master Tong, wake up, wake up quickly..."
Who's calling her...? No, who's Master Tong? She's not Tong Yilan, she's Nan Yi.
Yes, she is Nan Yi.
"Master Tong, you are sick and cannot sleep." The voice persisted, calling in her ear relentlessly.
She's sick... No, she's been wounded by a sword and needs to go to the hospital for surgery.
Nan Yi struggled to open her eyes. She wanted to tell the person who called her that she needed to go to the hospital, but her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, her throat was dry and sore, and she was extremely thirsty.
The guard standing beside the small wooden bed saw her complaining of thirst and quickly fed her water.
The water was from a mountain spring, cold and sweet. Nan swallowed a few mouthfuls, and her mind immediately became much clearer. She slowly opened her eyes, and a young man with a fair complexion and no beard came into view.
He was putting away the water pouch when he saw that she was awake, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Their orders were to bring him back safely, meaning that this master was highly valued by the emperor and could not be allowed to suffer any mishap.
Fortunately, she was found in time; otherwise, even a high fever could have killed her, let alone the severe injuries she had suffered.
"This servant Zheng Yong greets Master Tong."
Nan Yi's mind went blank for a moment... Master Tong, he called her Master Tong, could it be that he had been caught?
"Impossible! How did Fourth Uncle find her?" Nan Yi had a row of big question marks on his forehead.
Zheng Yong lowered his head and said again, "This servant is here on His Majesty's orders to escort Master Tong back to the palace."
What?
Nan Yi rubbed his head and muttered softly, "Am I hallucinating? How did the Emperor know I skipped... Hmm, in Taiyuan, does he have clairvoyance?"
This is even worse than being caught by the Fourth Master. This man is the kind of person who can chop off someone's head without a second thought. She is not afraid of the Fourth Master, but she is extremely afraid of him.
Nan Yi was horrified and felt like dying. She had left without regard for anything because she was determined not to let Fourth Master find her.
If the target were Old Master Kang, he might punish her if he was unhappy, and it could also implicate Tong Yilan's family.
Hiss~ Does she regret it? Of course not. Everyone looks out for themselves. If she could do it all over again, she would still make the same choice.
Call it willful or selfish, she has to live for herself. She can't just live a life of misery by following the original owner's life trajectory, stuck by the Fourth Master's side and watching his every whim for the rest of her life because of her family.
However, Nan Yi hung his head dejectedly and pleaded in a muffled voice, "Could you please pretend you've never seen me?"
Zheng Yong was slightly taken aback. Master Tong was afraid. Well, who wouldn't be afraid of Huang Yi? It was a bit late for this master to be afraid now.
After thinking for a moment, he didn't know how to comfort her, so he just said something official, "His Majesty has always been kind and benevolent, so please don't worry, Your Highness."
Nan Yi glanced at him, "Relax? Relax my ass! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering." She said weakly, "Get up. Do you have any medicine? My wound is hurting terribly."
Actually, it wasn't just the wound that hurt; her head also felt very heavy, as if she had a fever. It must be because the wound hadn't been treated in time, causing inflammation and a high fever.
Zheng Yong stood up and took out two small porcelain bottles from the bundle beside him. "Reporting to Master Tong, there are two kinds of wound medicine. The small bottle is for internal use, and the large bottle is for external application. Since I am a man, it is inconvenient for me to check the wound. I will wait outside. Please call me if you need anything."
Nan Yi waved her hand, and after he left and closed the door, she hugged the quilt and sighed deeply. She didn't know what awaited her when she returned to the palace.
She wondered if she should find a chance to run away.
However, the two account books in her arms made her give up the idea. The tragic deaths of the Zhou couple, the scene of Zhou Ruxue being humiliated were still vivid in her mind, the innkeeper's frown every day, and the people of Qi County who had no way to seek justice.
She also wanted to understand how she had become a villain, someone everyone wanted to kill.
Fine, I'll go back to the capital with them first to settle the accounts and clear my name. As for leaving, I'll find another opportunity.
Perhaps, because of this account book, Old Master Kang will be pleased and pardon her. Besides, she only got lost after leaving the mansion without permission. Who would have thought that she was trying to escape and would accidentally stumble upon this matter?
Yes, she got lost. She has a history of this, and Grandpa Kang is aware of it.
To please the Emperor in the Forbidden City and to increase the chances of Old Master Kang pardoning her, Nan Yi placed the box of silver notes on the table.
Despite the excruciating pain, Nan Yi applied medicine and bandaged the wound, which was about the size of a palm. When she put on her clothes, she worked up a sweat and became even weaker.
"Guard Zheng?"
Zheng Yong heard Nan Yi calling her from outside the door, knocked twice before pushing the door open and entering. "Does Master Tong need something from this servant?"
"Hmm," Nan Yi threw off the covers and got out of bed, touching his wound as he stood on the floor. He grinned and asked, "You were the only one who came. How did you find me?"
She was genuinely curious; finding someone in this desolate wilderness was no easy feat.
Zheng Yong bowed and said, “Reporting to Your Majesty, there are four of us, including myself. We happened to be on official business in Taiyuan Prefecture when we encountered the guards sent by the Fourth Prince to look for Master Tong. We also received a message from the Emperor via carrier pigeon, guessing that Master Tong might be nearby. Two days ago, we received news that we were tracking a group of Jianghu people outside Anyang City... But we were too late.”
Nan Yi rolled her eyes and glanced at him sideways. "Who are you trying to fool? Can you make up a more complete story? Tell me, how could you find me so quickly in the middle of nowhere? Do you have radar on you?"
Zheng Yong remained silent, inwardly marveling at the coincidence. They were on official business in Taiyuan Prefecture when they happened to see the guards from the Fourth Prince's residence appear in Taiyuan. Out of curiosity, they went forward to investigate and unexpectedly learned that the Fourth Prince's female relatives had ended up in this place.
The news was reported to the Emperor, who ordered them to temporarily set aside their current affairs and focus on finding Master Tong.
As for finding Master Tong ahead of time, besides the accurate information provided by that group of martial arts figures, the credit also goes to one thing.
Nan Yi was determined to get to the bottom of things, so Zheng Yong thought for a moment and took something out of his sleeve.
It was a small bamboo cage, about the size of a child's fist.
"What is this?" Nan asked.
Zheng Yong placed it in his palm and explained to Nan Yi, "The Fragrant Butterfly is produced in Lingnan. It is difficult to raise, and in addition to its fragrance, it is also extremely sensitive to blood."
Putting away the bamboo cage, Zheng Yong continued, "We lost track of that group of Jianghu people outside Anyang City. Unexpectedly, Xunxiangdie suddenly acted strangely, so we followed her here."
Wow, that's amazing. No wonder. So, "did you see an injured man in blue?"
Zheng Yong shook his head.
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