Chu Lian was driving his carriage toward the Yang Family village, and his mood today was very good because he was on his way to see her.
A smile was etched at the corner of his mouth, and his mind kept reliving that vivid dream, as well as her beautiful face.
Suddenly he discovered a tree blocking the road ahead. His eyebrows furrowed, there was no wind or rain, so why was the tree obstructing the way?
He quickly tugged on the reins, signaling the horses to go around the obstacle. After circumventing it, he was surprised to see Wang Xiangxiang’s carriage. It could have easily been driven around, so why had they stopped here?
He hastily got out to investigate, but before he could get close to the carriage, he noticed some torn clothing by the roadside. His heart skipped a beat, an ominous feeling washing over him—that clothing looked very much like Wang Xiangxiang’s, the same clothes she had worn yesterday.
He ran swiftly to the carriage and flung open the door to find it completely empty. His mind buzzed—Wang Xiangxiang might have met with harm.
His fist smashed into the carriage door. Why? Why? He had just confirmed his feelings for her, who could it be? Once he found out, he would make them pay.
Ferocity filled his eyes when suddenly he heard a "whimper" from behind the carriage.
Turning around, he discovered Wang Xiangxiang’s coachman was tied to a large tree behind, a rag stuffed in his mouth. The coachman was shaking his head desperately, tears reddening his eyes, "whimpering."
Chu Lian hurried over and removed the cloth from his mouth, bellowing, "Speak up, where is your miss?"
"Master Chu, my miss may have gone to the Yang Family village," the coachman cried out as he spoke, deducing from the direction of the carriages that went to rescue his miss. He felt utterly useless, tied up here, watching helplessly as his miss was bullied by those people.
Upon learning of Wang Xiangxiang’s whereabouts, Chu Lian didn’t hesitate. He sprinted to his carriage and drove off swiftly. His heart was in turmoil, fearful that she might be in danger.
He whipped the horses unceasingly, driving them to gallop quickly.
Moving so fast, by the time Wang Xiangxiang was carried into the yard, Chu Lian had already arrived. Seeing her being carried in, looking close to her last breath, his rage flared up.
He leaped down from his carriage and landed a punch on the back of the man carrying her. That punch was so powerful it nearly caused the man to drop Wang Xiangxiang.
After throwing the punch, Chu Lian ran to the front and snatched Wang Xiangxiang from the man’s arms, "Let go of her."
Having taken Wang Xiangxiang in his arms, Chu Lian saw she was dressed in men’s clothing with her hands tied, the belt around her hands was clearly the man’s. Blood filled his eyes with hatred, but Wang Xiangxiang’s safety was his priority; he’d have to deal with the man later.
"Xiangxiang, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me," Chu Lian begged as he saw her face reddened with fever, his heart bleeding. He kept calling her name, "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang..."
At that moment, Wang Xiangxiang, groggy and confused, seemed to hear the voice of a rascal who shouldn’t care so much for her, even calling her pet name?
She slowly opened her eyes to see a pair of lips moving, calling out her name.
Her hands reached up to his neck, and she planted a kiss on those moving lips.
This action shocked everyone except for the man who brought Wang Xiangxiang, leaving onlookers extremely surprised. What on earth was going on? Then the unfamiliar man said, "She’s been poisoned with Enchanting Poison, please help her with the antidote."