Just as Master Zhu was about to mount his horse, he turned around and looked at her upon hearing this. "May I ask what advice you may have for me, young lady?"
"I wouldn't presume to offer any guidance. I just wanted to tell you that the one-eyed man told us yesterday evening that there were over three hundred people in Canyon Village, and more than half of them died last night, but there are still over a hundred people guarding the mountain."
Having said that, Master Zhu, being a smart man, naturally understood the meaning behind it; whether or not to embark on the journey was up to him.
For a moment, Master Zhu was caught in a dilemma. If he set off, the bandits would surely be lying in ambush on the mountain, waiting for them to die. After suffering such a great loss last night, those people would not let it go so easily.
Running into it at this point would be tantamount to suicide, but staying here motionless is not an option either; this side of the canyon is too desolate and very unsafe.
Even if no bandits come to rob at night, there might be wolves and tigers attacking. Last night, even the bandits who usually ruled the mountain were persecuted and had no power to resist.
If their caravan had encountered something like this, the consequences would have been far worse.
"Alas, what should we do?" Master Zhu was at a loss, and for a moment he had no other choice.
Song Tantan informed Master Zhu and then left it at that. Just now, Song Zhuiyan told her that Ye Moxun had woken up, so she returned to the carriage.
At this moment, Ye Moxun was being helped to sit up by Song Zhuiyan. Song Tantan quickly came over to support him on the other side and took a cushion to support his back.
"Why are you in such a hurry to sit up? Are you uncomfortable lying down?" Song Tantan was worried about his injury.
"It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious. I was in so much pain last night that I passed out. I slept for a night and I feel much better. I'll be able to walk again after two more days of rest. Don't worry."
He knows his own body best, and since he is a doctor, he can better judge the current situation. He has indeed only suffered superficial injuries, all from bumping and hitting his way down the hillside last night.
Fortunately, Mount Tai appeared in time to prevent him from rolling too far; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so lucky.
"Rinse your mouth. I just made some meat porridge. Have something to fill your stomach." This meat porridge wasn't the cured meat porridge that Caiyue made, but rather shrimp porridge that Song Tantan made in her space. It was very fresh.
The aroma was so enticing that it made Ye Moxun's mouth water. He was indeed hungry, so he rinsed his mouth briefly with salt water and went to get a bowl.
"Lean back and don't move, I'll feed you." Song Tantan picked up the bowl and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
After eating a bowl of porridge, he felt full and said he didn't want to eat anymore. Song Tantan helped him lie down, saying, "Although it's just a superficial injury, you still need to rest more. Lie down and sleep for a while."
"No rush, I feel unwell if I lie down right after eating," Ye Moxun said softly. His face hurt as soon as he spoke, and he frowned. "Ouch, Tantan, get me a mirror."
Song Tantan paused for a moment. Couldn't she just not look?
Looking at her aunt for help, Song Zhuiyan chuckled and said, "Let him see. A-Xun isn't that fragile. This little injury is nothing."
After thinking for a moment, Song Tantan said sincerely, "Ah Xun, you often say that men shouldn't care too much about their appearance, and that inner qualities and abilities are the most important, right?"
He paused and added, "I think that makes a lot of sense. Have I ever told you that I'm not such a superficial person? I won't look down on you because of your appearance."
If she hadn't said that, things would have been fine. Hearing her say that, Ye Moxun had a bad feeling. He felt a series of stinging pains on his face and knew that his face must have been scratched by a tree branch. He didn't think too much about it.
But after listening to Song Tantan's long explanation, he realized that the injury on his face was probably more serious than he thought.
"Alright, give me the mirror." He closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself. Don't panic, the worst that could happen is disfigurement.
Since Tantan kept emphasizing that she wouldn't dislike him, he didn't need to worry too much. Anyway, his future wife was not going to run away. No matter if she was beautiful or not, she couldn't abandon him.
Song Tantan silently handed over a small round mirror, turning her face away as if she couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen, but she was also worried that he couldn't bear it, so she kept glancing at the commotion from the corner of her eye.
"Um, I'm taking Shuang'er out for a walk. She's been cooped up in the carriage all morning and is a bit unhappy." Song Zhuiyan made up an excuse to leave.
Unexpectedly, Shuang'er was quick to speak, pointing her little finger at Ye Moxun and saying in a childish voice, "Ugly, brother, become ugly."
Song Zhuiyan immediately covered her mouth, jumped off the carriage quickly, and shifted the blame to Song Tantan.
Song Tantan: Shuang'er is such a little troublemaker, that kid is too honest.
Ye Moxun: "..." My heart is starting to ache.
He shakily turned the mirror over, and soon a face that looked like it was covered in maps appeared in the mirror, crisscrossed with scratches, with no part of the face spared.
All the scars were thin and long, the most striking being a scratch that ran from his left cheekbone across his nose to his right cheekbone, looking as if someone had drawn a deep red horizontal line on his face.
He took a deep breath, but still felt suffocated. He had thought the worst-case scenario would be a centipede-like scar on his face.
I never imagined that the scars, though not deep, would accumulate across my entire face. What's that saying again? They may not be very damaging, but they are extremely humiliating.
His face is now completely unpresentable, no wonder Shuang'er finds him ugly. The fact that she didn't cry because of his grotesque appearance is the last bit of tenderness she showed him.
His expression was ferocious, and the bones in his fingers gripping the mirror were white, as if he was enduring something.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Think positively. Although you have a lot of scars, they are not deep. As long as you rest for a while, you will recover completely. Then you will still be the most handsome guy."
As she spoke, she observed his expression. Seeing that he wasn't comforted at all, she pressed on, "Don't worry, even if the scars don't heal completely, I'll still like you just the same as before. I won't dislike you in the slightest. I promise I won't change my mind."
Ye Moxun gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, "You dare to change your mind, you heartless brat."
He wasn't worried that the scars wouldn't heal. Don't forget, he was a master of pharmaceuticals. After his injuries had healed in a couple of days, he began to research cosmetic scar removal ointments.
I will never let myself end up with a face full of scars.
"I dare not change, and I will not change. Calm down. I don't mean anything by it. I just want to show you my determination and let you know how sincere I am to you." Song Tantan soothed him gently, afraid that he might not be able to handle the stimulation and do something to hurt himself.
However, her worries were clearly unnecessary. Ye Moxun felt nothing but heartache at that moment, and he tossed the mirror aside.
He closed his eyes and began to doze off, his eyes not clear, and he didn't plan to see anyone for the next few days.
But just as he thought that, he heard Master Zhu's voice from outside, "Young Master Ye, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. I wonder if you're available now?"
At this moment, Tian Qi stopped him, so he could not go forward. He could only raise his voice so that the people in the carriage could hear him.
Even though Song Zhuiyan was holding Shuang'er and sitting in front of the fire outside, Master Zhu subconsciously ignored her, thinking that women couldn't make decisions and that talking to her was useless.
Furthermore, it is inappropriate for a grown man to talk to a woman, both in terms of manners and reason.
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