Here, Ye Zhaoyan was taken to a hillside by a young man in Tsing Yi.

There are open fields all around, and the cold wind howls under the setting sun, making the trees rustle.

The young man stopped on the hillside and rested for a while.

Ye Zhaoyan raised his eyes and saw that there was heavy fog under the hillside, and he could vaguely see a small river with fast water.

This is a hidden path going down the mountain.

"Why are you taking me down the mountain?" she asked in disbelief.

"Of course I'm going to give you a ride!" The young man didn't answer directly and bent down to hug her again.

But he avoided her gaze.

The Ye Zhaoyan in front of her was just a twelve-year-old girl, a bit taller.

But he couldn't get used to such closeness.

Ye Zhaoyan groaned as his wounds were hurt by the boy's movements.

The arrow wound on his shoulder was still bleeding.

Although the arrow was very thin and only used as a deterrent, the unbandaged wound still caused her endless pain.

The young man in green clothes tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped them around her wounds, then wrapped the remaining cloth around her shoulders.

Ye Zhaoyan watched his serious look quietly.

The boy's eyes are very beautiful, like a deep pool.

There was just a heavy layer of indifference and alienation in his eyes.

This is a person who looks gentle but is actually cold.

Ye Zhaoyan suppressed the sense of uncertainty in his heart and asked softly: "How do you think about what I just discussed with you?"

"I can't bear the risk, so I won't accompany you." The young man still kept walking, his expression calm.

Ye Zhaoyan heard the alienation in the other person's tone. She raised her head and met those dark and deep eyes.

The other party's eyes were very cold, even under the sunset, they still exuded a chill, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

A strong sense of despair surged into my heart.

After she was taken down the mountain, what greeted her might not be that simple.

I didn't see anyone along the way. Ye Zhaoyan didn't believe that Xue Huaidan was afraid of embarrassing her and went out of his way to avoid suspicion.

She always felt that there was a darker trap waiting for her ahead.

Suddenly, she saw a team of carriages and horses passing by in the distance.

Could he be the one who came to save her?

The idea was squashed as soon as it came up.

Because she saw Butler Xue Er.

He was wearing a gray brocade robe, had half a hair and beard, and his face looked very kind.

Behind Butler Xue, there were more than a dozen guards standing, stopping in place with the team of carriages and horses.

The two parties were dressed in completely different clothes, and they seemed to have met by chance on this wilderness path and were discussing something.

A trace of tragic bitterness appeared on Ye Zhaoyan's face.

She doesn't want to give up.

The convoy in the distance obviously noticed these two people.

"What's going on?" Beside a gorgeous carriage, a steward asked with a frown.

After hearing that person's inquiry, Butler Xue immediately walked over with a respectful expression.

"We passed by by chance and saw a conflict between this woman and a group of beggars. The beggars injured and defiled the woman! We took her home in front of others."

"That's it? Yanzhong, you go and escort me." A voice came from the carriage.

"Yes!" A middle-aged man jumped off his horse and ran quickly to Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan's face had already been hidden in the arms of the young man in green, leaving only his dirty clothes exposed.

The man named Yan Zhong was stunned when he saw Ye Zhaoyan's tattered dress, and a flash of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

Yanzhong originally wanted this woman to thank his master in person because he had done something good.

After all, his master likes to do "good deeds" to gain a good reputation.

However, the woman's figure was thin and delicate, and she was like a fallen flower, so she probably wouldn't be able to catch the eye of her master.

It must be that the master didn't want the insulted woman to recognize him, so he sent him there.

Yanzhong shook his head secretly in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful that a woman would be despised by everyone once her reputation was lost.

Ye Zhaoyan was a little frustrated.

Although the young man's hand in green seemed to be gently protecting the back of her head, it was actually holding it down firmly, preventing her from moving.

Everyone just thought that the young man was taking care of the dishonored woman's face and didn't think it was abnormal.

"Jisinian! Why are you still standing? Why don't you hurry up and follow him to send the girl home?" Butler Xue scolded the young man in green with warning and threat in his eyes.

The corner of his eye glanced at Yanzhong.

Yanzhong came back to his senses, first bowed in the direction of the carriage, then turned around and walked to Ye Zhaoyan, respectfully saying: "Girl, please!"

Ye Zhaoyan's shoulder suddenly throbbed.

She was held in the arms of the young man named Ji Sinian for a long time, and she felt that his hold was a little too tight.

At this time, I don't know why the other party was holding on, so he tightened his grip again.

The location of Ye Zhaoyan's arrow wound was not critical, but it bled a lot.

At this moment, the blood-coagulated wound slowly began to ooze again under pressure.

The fabric wrapped around her shoulders was quietly stained with a blood flower.

A sharp-eyed servant seemed to have seen it, and he wondered: "Why is this girl still bleeding? Isn't she about to die..."

His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of several people present clearly.

Several eyes turned to Ye Zhaoyan, and they saw more and more blood stains on her shoulders. Through the thin layer of fabric, it stained the cuffs of the young man in green.

A flash of astonishment flashed in Yanzhong's eyes.

Ji Sinian's expression did not change at all, but the indifference in his eyes became a little more serious.

Butler Xue's expression changed again and again.

At this time, the servant next to Yan Zhong also saw Ye Zhaoyan bleeding and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, this woman is about to die!"

Butler Xue Er kept watching Ye Zhaoyan's movements. He had always been very good at observing words and expressions, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

His heart sank, and he suppressed his anger and said: "She's not dead yet, so it doesn't matter if she bleeds a little. Just send her down the mountain and call a doctor to take a look."

"This..." Yan Zhong was in a dilemma.

"No need!" came a low and pleasant voice, but the tone was a little cold.

The curtain was lifted up by one hand, and the person in the carriage leaned out.

He is a man dressed in purple and purple.

This man looks to be about thirty years old, with a tall, thin and tall body, handsome eyebrows, and strong and resolute facial lines.

This appearance matches his voice very well, making people feel his inner domineering and strength.

Butler Xue was nervous for a while and hurriedly bowed and saluted, "I've seen you all!"

"Old Butler Xue, I think you are really old and confused. You can't even do such a small thing well. You might as well go home and farm." Zhu Qianfeng said with a smile.

"Yes!" A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Butler Xue's forehead.

After Zhu Qianfeng gave a few more instructions, he waved his hand for Yanzhong to help Ye Zhaoyan.

The corner of his eyes glanced at the nervous-looking young man in green next to Butler Xue Er.

"Who are you? Why don't you let go of this woman?" His voice was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart moved when she heard this. She originally suppressed her impulse in order to distinguish whether this person was an enemy or a friend, so that she could adapt accordingly.

Things seemed clear at this point.
Chapter completed!