The man lay quietly on the carriage, his eyes staring blankly at the top of the canopy, occasionally blinking, like a walking corpse.
Without her, he should have died long ago. With his savior gone, his will to live had also diminished. Thinking of her charmingly pleasing someone else, his heart ached terribly.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to think further.
Abandoned by relatives, now facing this situation; why come looking for him in the first place, dying would have been better.
!!
Time passed without him knowing how long.
The sound of light running footsteps, a woman’s panting came to his ears, getting closer to the carriage.
"Great, Young Master, you haven’t left yet, come, let’s leave the city quickly."
Lu He spotted his half-exposed arm and was delighted.
Heading in this direction was mainly because it was inconvenient for the Eldest Young Master to drive. Even if he wanted to leave, it would be difficult, so by chance, she came to check and happened to find him.
Untying the rope from the tree, she nimbly climbed into the carriage, skillfully whipping the horse with the rope.
With a "yah", the brown horse galloped away quickly.
Along the road, the carriage deliberately slowed down only where there were slightly more people, racing as fast as possible when there were fewer people, galloping all the way.
Zhao Jun thought he was dreaming, but by the time he realized it, they had left Xuan City and gotten onto the main road headed for Capital City.
The road was wide, paved with flagstones, and the horse was running happily.
"Why are you here, you, you, you..."
The woman’s clothes were still the same ones from when she left, slightly disheveled. Her raven-black long hair was fastened with a ribbon, and there was a bruise on her right cheek.
His gaze fell on her right hand, wrapped in layers of white cloth, blood still oozing slightly.
"Your hand is injured, let me drive the horse."
The man crawled to the front, reaching out to take the reins from her, but Lu He smiled and stopped him: "Forget it, your only working hand would make it inconvenient for you to turn the bends ahead."
Her face was pale, enduring the pain without showing it, pretending to drive the horse calmly and naturally.
The pain from the wound wrapped in white cloth was intense, but seeing Xuan City disappearing in the distance, she felt a sense of relief, tears slid down like pearls, dripping onto her light green dress.
Without speaking, the tears just kept flowing.
Zhao Jun didn’t ask what had happened to her, sitting quietly in the carriage.
His gaze returned to clarity and intelligence, as long as she came back, it would be alright.
The two of them sprinted all the way; when they came across a town, they didn’t stop to rest. Lu He found a doctor to get her hand wound treated simply, bought some dry food, and continued to the road.
In three days, they had covered two hundred kilometers.
With only a hundred kilometers left to the Capital City, they entered Stone Town, where Lu He finally suggested staying at an inn to rest for the night and continue on the next day.
Spring Breeze Inn, Room D-3.
They posed as husband and wife to avoid catching cold at night, sleeping in the same bed with two quilts, unrelated, and the man helping out with things like a chamber pot if needed.
From the initial awkwardness to later ease.
At night, they blew out the candle.
Sleeping on the same bed, covered by the heavy quilt.
"Young Master, why don’t you ask me what happened that day?"
In the quilt, Zhao Jun’s large hand was clenched into a fist, his face grim, unseen in the darkness, and he remained silent.
"That day, when I followed them to the manor, a fight broke out with two of them. Taking advantage of the situation, I snatched a dagger from a man named Sun Lin and wounded them. The shorter one, I accidentally cut a wound on his eye, he might become a one-eyed man in the future. The taller man, I stabbed twice in the back, I don’t know what happened afterward."