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Chapter 8: Encounter with Robbers
All the way, the swift horse rushed forward, following the official road towards the Shu Region.
For the first half of a month, everything went smoothly. They traveled by day and stayed at nearby inns at night.
The Shu Region is nestled among towering mountains. As they got closer to their destination, the path became increasingly desolate, with wild beasts rampant and no villages or inns in sight. At night, they had no choice but to camp in the wilderness.
That night, they set up camp in a sheltered spot, as it was his experience that such places were less likely to attract wild animals.
Wen Qingyu had been unusually sleepy lately. After chatting with Chasing Wind by the campfire for a while, she fell asleep.
Chasing Wind looked at her gaunt face for a long time before picking her up and carefully placing her in the carriage. He stood guard beside the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.
In the middle of the night, Chasing Wind suddenly opened his eyes. He heard footsteps nearby and sensed that there were quite a few people.
He tightened his grip on his sword, picked up a stone, and threw it at a slightly swaying bush, which was followed by a scream.
It turned out to be a group of Mountain Bandits. Chasing Wind dealt with them swiftly and decisively. He didn't want to wake the sleeping Wen Qingyu, so he acted quickly and ruthlessly.
Before long, he had taken care of this useless group of Mountain Bandits.
Chasing Wind had a keen sense of danger and knew they could not stay here long. He hitched up the carriage and sped away.
Wen Qingyu was jolted awake. She lifted the curtain and poked her head out to look at Chasing Wind. "What happened?"
Before Chasing Wind could answer, the moonlight filtering through the dense forest illuminated a streak of blood on his face.
Wen Qingyu took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it off, only to discover that his clothes were also covered in blood.
"Why is there so much blood?"
Wen Qingyu felt nervous, and Chasing Wind smiled reassuringly, "It's not my blood."
After that, he sensed a pair of eyes watching them from the shadows. Chasing Wind scanned the surroundings warily, his expression suddenly turning serious.
"Qing Yu, you should go back into the carriage."
Wen Qingyu didn't ask why. She lowered the curtain and obediently sat back in the carriage. In her heart, Chasing Wind had long become her pillar of support.
The unexpected happened in an instant; the carriage suddenly jolted violently, and the connection between the carriage and the horses broke.
The out-of-control carriage lurched down the Mountain Slope.
Before Wen Qingyu could react, she saw Chasing Wind leap inside and tightly embrace her.
After a strong feeling of weightlessness, Wen Qingyu shouted Chasing Wind's name before losing consciousness.
When Wen Qingyu woke up, she opened her eyes wide and touched her stomach, feeling relieved.
Looking around in the dim light of an oil lamp, Wen Qingyu realized she was in a shabby wooden cabin. The walls were adorned with dried animals and animal skins.
It must be a hunter's house.
Wen Qingyu felt as if she were still deep in the mountains, but...
Where was Chasing Wind?
Memories flashed through Wen Qingyu's mind of Chasing Wind lunging toward her, holding her tightly in his warm embrace, looking at her with determined yet reassuring eyes.
Wen Qingyu endured the pain and struggled to get out of bed.
Suddenly, the tightly closed wooden door creaked open.
"Chasing Wind," Wen Qingyu exclaimed in surprise.
The person stood in a place where the oil lamp's light could not reach, their face blurred, but Wen Qingyu could clearly sense that the newcomer had stiffened for a moment.
It was then that she realized this person was not Chasing Wind. Although this person was tall and slender, they were still different from Chasing Wind.
Moreover, she vaguely felt a sense of familiarity from this person's silhouette.
Wen Qingyu's heart trembled, and she quietly tightened her grip on the dagger that Chasing Wind had given her for self-defense, which was hidden in her sleeve.
"You’re awake?"
The man's voice was hoarse and deep, and then he stepped into the candlelight while holding a bowl of steaming food.
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