He Su waved her hand and said, "What you know is of Divine Doctor Yun from many years ago, but in these past few years, I have also heard some things about her. Divine Doctor Yun, it seems, encountered some kind of misfortune and has since become fixated on wealth as if her life depends on it. As long as the money is right, she is willing to lend a hand."
Aunt Zhao fell silent for a moment before asking, "Do you mean that you are willing to risk your entire wealth for the Phoenix Blood, that you would spare no expense, even if it means spending every last bit of your fortune?"
He Su was stunned, then fell silent, seemingly pondering this question. Before deciding to go to Medicine Valley, she had never considered this matter.
Aunt Zhao might not be clever, but her life experience was apparent. Realizing something, she bowed her head.
At night, He Su was supposed to sleep in the horse carriage, but suddenly, she heard the horses neigh loudly. Then from outside, Aunt Zhao shouted, "Wind Blood Young Master, come back!"
He Su was startled and immediately woke up. She got up to look and saw that the person who had been lying in the carriage with her had disappeared. She hurried out of the carriage only to see the horse that was pulling it had all but vanished, now bearing a man who seemed to be slumped over its back.
It seemed Aunt Zhao wanted to chase after the runaway horse, but it was too fast, and after running several dozen meters, she stopped, panting for breath.
He Su chased after it, but by now the runaway horse had galloped far away with the man, no longer visible.
Aunt Zhao, pulling He Su, said, "Just now, Blood Phoenix Young Master woke up and realized he was lying next to you, and without a word he stole our horse and ran off. I, Aunt Zhao, tried to stop Young Master Feng, but he wouldn’t listen to persuasion. What should we do now?"
With a mixture of shock and dismay, He Su murmured, "Does he truly despise me so much that he can’t even endure my company for a moment?"
Aunt Zhao’s eyes flickered as she replied, "Owner, I couldn’t be clearer about Young Master Feng’s attitude. Look, he stole our horse and left us here in the wilderness without a second thought—he truly has no feelings for you. Why can’t you accept that and move on?"
He Su’s complexion turned slightly pale.
Aunt Zhao continued, "Owner, let’s go back. Think of Mr. Gao—his tenderness and smiles toward you. Even if he made some mistakes, those were because his love for you was so deep. And as for Phoenix Blood... when he was unconscious, you fretted and toiled over him. How did he repay your care?"
Every word spoken by Aunt Zhao felt like a knife stabbing into He Su’s heart.
He Su’s eyes reddened, and then she turned her back, "Am I supposed to sacrifice my entire life just because of a past mistake? Phoenix Blood..." she couldn’t help it and began to cry softly with her face covered.
Aunt Zhao comforted her on the side but thought to herself: Young Master Feng, you were already a walking corpse, and I had no choice but to act. I can’t just watch you drag down the Owner, nor can I stand by as she spends all her fortune for you without a single care.
It wouldn’t matter even if you were worth it, or even if you had feelings for the Owner. I could never allow the Owner to sacrifice the entirety of He Mansion for your sake alone!
Aunt Zhao secretly clenched her teeth, aware that she had to keep this day’s action to herself, or if the Owner ever found out, given her desperate infatuation with Young Master Feng, she might never be able to forgive Aunt Zhao for the rest of her life...
A dagger was stuck in the rear of the runaway horse, causing it to run wildly due to the pain. On its back was an unconscious, haggard man, originally bound to the horse’s back with a rope. But with the horse’s frantic bucking, the rope had gradually loosened.