It wasn't until the sound of footsteps faded away that Su Yue went limp and threw herself into Song Wanchu's arms.
"Wu wu, miss, that man is like a man - eating bear. He's so scary," she sobbed.
She felt so useless. She should have stepped forward to protect her miss, but instead, she had cowered in her arms and cried.
Song Wanchu smiled and stroked her head. "Don't be afraid. He just looks scary. He won't really eat people."
Yue Chengkong wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.
He had instigated Gao Daqiang and the others to kidnap her. Now, when they faced each other, he couldn't even recognize the person he had wanted to abduct.
It was obvious that he wasn't the mastermind behind the well - thought - out kidnapping. He was just the one giving orders. He wasn't worthy of fear.
Su Yue noticed the cut on Song Wanchu's palm, which was still oozing blood. "Miss, how did you suddenly get this wound on your palm?"
She carefully wiped away the blood with a handkerchief.
Song Wanchu touched the dagger hidden in her sleeve.
It was the weapon Liang Yuzhou had given her, which had helped her get out of trouble in a critical moment.
Otherwise, it would have been really difficult to dispel Yue Chengkong's suspicion.
"Miss, the wound is quite deep. Let's go to a nearby clinic and get it bandaged," Su Yue said with concern. She felt so bad that her miss had hurt herself so badly!
The two left the Zhaiyue Tower and took a carriage to the nearest clinic.
The old doctor in the clinic could tell that Song Wanchu was a noblewoman from her elegant attire.
He specifically called a female disciple to bandage Song Wanchu's wound.
The female disciple was gentle and meticulous, tying the gauze in a bow.
Song Wanchu thanked her, left a silver ingot, and was about to leave.
Just as she stood up, she saw Taoist Priest Qiu striding into the clinic.
The old doctor chuckled. "Why did the great immortal come in person today?"
"May the immortal bless us. I'm running out of a few herbs, so I'm here to get them," Taoist Priest Qiu said, handing over a prescription. The old doctor quickly went to prepare the medicine himself.
Song Wanchu lowered her eyes, planning to ignore Taoist Priest Qiu.
But he saw her and greeted her with a smile. "Isn't this Miss Song, the guest of the Chu family?"
Song Wanchu hid her injured hand in her sleeve and politely saluted Taoist Priest Qiu. "Taoist Priest Qiu, are you here to get medicine?"
She had a dignified smile and proper manners, but Taoist Priest Qiu felt that he wasn't quite welcome.
"Miss Song, do you know who this medicine is for?"
"I don't know."
She wasn't interested either.
"It's for Qingzhou! He's sick, really sick," Taoist Priest Qiu sighed with a show of deep emotion. "When he came back from the Chu family yesterday, he fainted while riding his horse. He had a high fever all night, kept coughing up blood, and kept babbling incoherently. But there were only two words he said clearly."
Taoist Priest Qiu leaned in mysteriously, his long white eyebrows raised. "Do you want to know what those two words are?"
Just as Song Wanchu was about to say she didn't want to know, he whispered, "It's 'Wanchu'! If I remember correctly, Wanchu is your given name, Miss Song. Poor thing, even when he was delirious with the fever, he still couldn't stop thinking about you."
It was as if an invisible thorn, thin and sharp, had pierced her heart. It didn't draw blood, but it ached faintly.
She curled her fingers tightly and said indifferently, "I'm not a doctor. I can't cure his illness."
"Miss Song, you don't care at all? Don't you want to go and see him?"
Taoist Priest Qiu's words seemed to have a bewitching echo.
Song Wanchu looked at him, her eyes growing colder. "Taoist Priest Qiu, I'm already engaged. It's inappropriate for me to visit a strange man in the Taoist temple."
After saying that, she held her breath and quickly walked out of the clinic.
She didn't know what she was running away from.
It wasn't until she reached the carriage that she exhaled deeply.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her neck. Her vision went black, and she fainted.
Taoist Priest Qiu struck three times in a row, knocking out the coachman, Su Yue, and Song Wanchu.
He hummed a tune, placed the coachman at the entrance of the clinic, and stuffed Song Wanchu and Su Yue into the carriage.
Since you're not willing to go, then I'll send you there!
You're the medicine Liang Yuzhou needs. If you don't go, how can that poor boy get through this?
The carriage drove out of the city and into Wuyin Mountain.
After taking the medicine, Liang Yuzhou's mind was a lot clearer.
He hated lying in bed weakly. As soon as he regained a bit of energy, he sat up against the soft pillow.
"Any news from the Yue family?"
Zhou Sheng originally wanted to persuade his master to rest for a while. There were people protecting the mistress, so she wouldn't be in danger for the time being.
But when he met Liang Yuzhou's deep, dark eyes, an invisible pressure hit him.
Even when he was sick, he was like a dangerous wild beast. His威慑力 didn't diminish because of his physical weakness.
The words on the tip of his tongue changed. "The old lady of the Yue family has sent several invitations to the Chu family. Today, the old lady of the Chu family sent a reply. It's estimated that in the next few days, the old lady of the Chu family will take the mistress to the Yue family as guests."
Liang Yuzhou didn't say a word. His deep eyes were like the bottomless sea, with a faint killing intent.
The door opened, and Taoist Priest Qiu's cheerful voice rang out. "Stinky boy, look what surprise I've brought you!"
A soft and fragrant body suddenly landed in Liang Yuzhou's arms.
Liang Yuzhou showed a rare look of astonishment. He instinctively tightened his arms and held the person in his arms tightly.
Song Wanchu, in her deep sleep, exuded a faint fragrance in her breath. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she would wake up at any moment and fly away like a butterfly.
Even Zhou Sheng, who was usually calm, almost dropped the medicine bowl in his hand.
What a surprise! It was more like a shock!
This old man must have broken into the Chu family and kidnapped the mistress!
He could already imagine Shi Luohan storming in furiously.
Seeing Zhou Sheng's horrified look, Taoist Priest Qiu patted his chest boldly. "I didn't do anything immoral. I met Miss Song in the clinic. I told her that your master was sick. She got so worried that she fainted. I had no choice but to bring her here."
Out of respect and good breeding, Zhou Sheng held back from rolling his eyes.
Who would believe you!
This old man is full of lies!
He acts on his own and creates more obstacles on the master's way to win back his wife!
"Send her back," Liang Yuzhou said with a calm face, like a gentleman who could remain unmoved by temptation.
Only the bulging veins on the back of his hand revealed how hard he was holding back.
Taoist Priest Qiu thought he had misheard. "Send her back? Stinky boy, this is a once - in - a - lifetime opportunity! Let her see how pitiful you are now. Women are soft - hearted creatures..."
Liang Yuzhou didn't want Wanchu to see him in such a weak state.
He had said that no matter whether Wanchu hated him, resented him, or no longer cared about him, he would always be her support.
The person in his arms let out a soft moan, and her eyelids fluttered uneasily.
Taoist Priest Qiu quickly flew out of the window, not forgetting to leave a word. "Don't miss this chance to show your vulnerability!"
Zhou Sheng was in a hurry and quickly hid outside.
Song Wanchu slowly woke up. There seemed to be a huge stove beside her, giving off an astonishing amount of heat.
She turned over and let out a startled scream.