Luo Cheng had been waiting outside Anji Hall since early morning, and when Zhao Yuebei opened the door, the first person he saw was Luo Cheng.
"Young Master, why are you here? Are you looking for Doctor Shao for some matter?"
Zhao Yuebei was deeply impressed by him because rarely did men abase themselves so much to women, enduring scolds and beatings without ever fighting back.
"Doctor Shao asked me to come here and wait." Knowing the secretive nature of his mission, Luo Cheng did not elaborate further.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuebei immediately invited him in to wait and even made a cup of hot tea for him while curiously asking, "How are you and your wife doing now?"
Luo Cheng knew what he was inquiring about and said with a smile, "I have divorced, left the house with my child, and because I sometimes have no means for the next meal, Doctor Shao, seeing my plight, found me a job."
"I see, do not be discouraged. Work hard, and you will surely make a name for yourself and make those who looked down on you see."
Zhao Yuebei patted his shoulder.
Seeing some tears in Zhao Yuebei’s eyes, Luo Cheng felt a burst of encouragement—aside from Doctor Shao, no one had ever spoken such encouraging words to him, and the longstanding gloom in his heart vanished without a trace.
When Shao He arrived, he saw the two conversing happily and cracked a slight smile.
Luo Cheng put down his teacup nervously and stood up stiffly, "Doctor Shao."
"Where is Lili?" Seeing only him, Shao He couldn’t help but ask in confusion.
"I gave Lili a sleeping potion. She should sleep until the evening, when I will have already left the Capital City," Luo Cheng said, unwilling to endure the pain of parting and opting to drug her instead.
Shao He nodded, "Rest assured, I will take good care of your daughter. I will make sure she grows up safely and without any worries for food or clothing in her life."
"Thank you, Doctor Shao," Luo Cheng knelt on the ground, and fervently kowtowed.
Shao He stood up, went into the inner chamber, and handed him a prepared package, "I hope you do not disappoint me."
Although it was a great risk, Shao He felt that this method had a much higher success rate compared to Ah Mo delivering it.
"Doctor Shao, await my good news."
Luo Cheng shouldered the package, turned, and left Anji Hall. Outside, three plainly dressed but remarkable looking individuals approached him and greeted him with a bow.
Luo Cheng returned the gesture respectfully, and the four of them left the Capital City together.
Meanwhile, Ah Mo also rode out of the Capital City on a fast horse, carrying a package on his back.
A head peered out from a distant alley, saw Ah Mo’s departing figure, and hurriedly left.
In the Second Prince’s Mansion, Pei Chengye, upon hearing this news, immediately dispatched people to intercept Ah Mo.
He also entered the imperial palace and went to the Empress’s chamber to report the matter to her.
"Your father assigned Pei Huaian a task that no minister in the court dares accept. If he successfully returns, it will be greatly disadvantageous to us."
"Does mother mean that what Ah Mo is delivering might be something that will help Pei Huaian?"
The Empress stood, walked over to a flowerpot, and pinched off a blooming flower, "I heard that before leaving, Ah Mo went to Anji Hall, certainly because Huaian was either injured or poisoned and needed treatment."
Pei Chengye immediately understood, "Mother, worry not, I have already sent people to intercept."
"Ah Mo possesses profound martial arts skills, so be sure to send several men. We must not let him escape by luck," the Empress crushed the flower in her hand.
This time, she decisively wanted Pei Huaian to have no return.
Ah Mo rode his fast horse, and as he passed through a forest, his horse suddenly stopped, raising its hooves high, and began to get restless.
Ah Mo sensed that there might be an ambush and continued forward slowly on horseback.
Just then, a fierce sword strike came from behind, which Ah Mo blocked with his hand, using the momentum to roll off and land on the ground.
"Whoosh!" An arrow was shot, and Ah Mo couldn’t dodge in time, tearing the sleeve of his arm.
Ah Mo quickly drew the dagger from his waist, blocking the incoming blade while trying to survey his surroundings from the corner of his eye.
The black-clothed masked individuals were obviously well-trained, and from the moves exchanged just now, they were at least third-tier masters.
Moreover, their weapons and archery skills were adept, unlike ordinary bandits.
"Hand over the package behind you."
Ah Mo, wary, gripped the dagger tightly, "Dream on!"
"If that’s the case, then I won’t be polite," the leader of the black-clothed men ordered coldly, and everyone charged at Ah Mo.
There were five black-clothed men, each a first-tier master. Although Ah Mo was skilled in lightness techniques, he still found it tough to cope.
Ah Mo clenched his teeth, exerting all his Inner Strength, waving the dagger in his hand.
"Bang!" A pebble struck right at Ah Mo’s right shoulder blade, causing immense pain and nearly making him fall mid-air.
Seizing the moment Ah Mo was in severe pain, the five black-clothed men took the opportunity to surround him completely.
Ah Mo, clutching his shoulder blade, struggled to his feet, his eyes flickering with unwavering light, knowing he must overcome the adversaries before him.
"Whoosh!" Ah Mo’s dagger lunged at the closest person, but the opponent strangely dodged his attack and deftly struck a palm on his chest, sending him flying heavily to the ground.