Lou Wu stepped into the shadows under the eaves, his figure flashing past like a ghost, each time he landed he would travel a long distance.
In no time at all, they were completely away from the centralized treatment area.
Mingyan County is short of water. Usually, many breakfast shops would be open by this time, but now almost every household stays indoors.
He avoided the occasional patrolling soldiers on the road.
Lou Wu was completely unaware that a figure had been following him the entire time.
Judging from her figure, she was a woman, wearing a veil and walking with ordinary steps, yet she always maintained a distance of thirty feet from the fleeing person in front of her.
This method of lightness of body is clearly far superior to his.
Moreover, she did not deliberately avoid pedestrians. Whether it was ordinary people or a group of passing patrol soldiers, they all ignored her as if she did not exist at all.
In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lou Wu arrived at the three-courtyard house where he had settled down and leaped into the backyard.
"call……"
He exhaled a long breath, and only then did he break out in a cold sweat.
Without taking a break, he immediately found the "medicine merchant".
"Is there any news about the young master?" He had been waiting all night and was extremely anxious.
Lou Wu's expression was extremely grim. "Uncle Gong, the infiltration failed. Meng Jian is in the intensive care unit."
"What!" Uncle Gong slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
He certainly knew who Meng Jian was; this was his first thought—a trap—but he quickly dismissed it.
It seems impossible to ascertain their identities or determine the timing and actions of their intrusion into the intensive care unit.
Then only one possibility remains: there is a very important target in the intensive care unit, so important that Meng Jian might even need to personally guard it.
Could it be... that the young master has been exposed?
"Uncle Gong, there's something else. From last night until this morning, more than forty bodies have been moved out of the intensive care unit."
I asked the manager of the mortuary, and he said that the highest number of deaths in a single day was about fifty people.
But then the imperial guards at the gate mentioned that they had found some kind of cure.
Uncle Gong's expression was obscure.
The young master was supervising the construction in Mingyan County when a torrential rain caused the upstream river embankment to break, and the floodwaters formed a mud dragon that swallowed the tea mountains and the villages downstream.
The young master and his entourage had all disappeared without a trace. Just then, the imperial relief team arrived, took control of the city's defenses, and strictly restricted their entry and exit.
Uncle Gong felt a mix of emotions.
They were worried that the young master's identity would be exposed, but they also hoped that he was in the intensive care unit, which was better than him being swallowed up by the mud dragon and leaving no trace of his body.
However, if they wanted to snatch people from Meng Jian and the Imperial Guards, Lou Wu was the only capable person in Mingyan County at the time.
After a moment's thought, he made a decision:
"Send word to summon 'Entangling Silk' and 'Dawnbreaker' into the city. Whether they are here or not, we must get a conclusion!"
"yes."
The two immediately left the house and headed straight for the city gate.
Uncle Gong had made arrangements long ago to prevent information from being blocked both inside and outside the organization.
The medicinal herbs arrived in batches; the batch that entered the city last night was only the first one.
These were supplies that the city desperately needed, and with the guards at the gates bribed, it should have been easy to deliver the message while receiving the medicine.
Thirty paces away, in a teahouse, a veiled woman peered through a crack in the window at the mansion.
Seeing someone leave, she pointed with her right hand, and the copper bell under the eaves rang, then spread outwards along the street.
A gentle breeze struck the eaves bells and iron horses precisely, carrying its sound far and wide.
Before long, another masked woman bypassed the mansion from the side and followed the merchant.
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The bright sunlight outside the carved wooden window lattice looked like a ball of molten silver, and the cicadas' chirping wove a dense net, completely covering the courtyard.
"Ugh...no...don't..."
On the rosewood couch, Qin Zhaoyue kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her arms flailing wildly.
Suddenly a wisp of hot air slipped through the gap in the curtain, and the iron bell on the eaves jingled.
The door opened, and Mo Twelve, who was on duty at the door, immediately rushed inside.
Seeing the princess's unusual condition on the bed, he quickly went over and gently shook her body.
"Your Highness, Sixth Prince!"
Qin Zhaoyue suddenly sat up and opened her eyes.
His gaze was unfocused, and it took him a while to refocus and see Mo Twelve clearly in front of him.
The bamboo curtain hung down, and the dappled sunlight filtered in and fell on the lotus-colored handkerchief, leaving a few dark watermarks.
The fine sweat clinging to his back had already soaked through his silk robe, sticking to his skin like an unshed cicada shell.
"Your Highness, you are having a nightmare."
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and did not respond.
I had just woken up, and the content of the dream was still lingering on the surface of my consciousness.
Three years ago, a helpless night, the cold white light, the sound of a ventilator, the small glass window at the door...
Everything felt so real, trapping her in her memories.
"water……"
When he opened his mouth, his voice was terribly hoarse. Upon hearing the noise, Mo Jiu immediately brought him a cup of cold tea.
As I gulped it down, my throat felt like parched land receiving sweet rain, and the burning, stinging sensation was immediately suppressed.
"Do you have warm water? I want to wash myself."
The Qingluan Guards never served the Emperor, but this time they were disguised as maids, and the Sixth Princess only brought Taoyao with her, so they learned a thing or two from each other.
Soon, warm water was brought over, and she was helped to wash up.
After changing into dry clothes, Qin Zhaoyue felt a little better.
"What time is it?"
"Just now, not yet."
No wonder the sun was so intense. Qin Zhaoyue casually ate some dry food and drank two cups of cold tea before heading into the patient's room.
A tall and imposing figure blocked the way like a wall under the corridor.
"Sixth Prince."
Meng Jian clasped his hands in a salute, but Qin Zhaoyue's gaze swept over him lightly without lingering, unlike her previous teasing.
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