[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 156)

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Chapter 156 Fainting

by the Roadside The rugged path leading from Jinan Prefecture to the small town of Liyang in the south of the city winds and twists like a long snake, weaving

through mountains and valleys. The path is no more than five feet wide, overgrown with weeds and thorns, a

desolate sight.

An old man with white hair and beard, carrying a large bundle of firewood, trudged along this mountain path with difficulty.

Snowflakes were falling, the dirt road was muddy, and he had walked for a long time without seeing a single other person. The bundle of firewood, which required two people to encircle,

seemed disproportionate to the old man's small frame. He slipped and staggered

frequently, stopping every hundred steps or so to lean against the pile of firewood and rest.

The old man was a villager from near Liyang Town. Although he was panting heavily, he still had to deliver

the firewood . On one hand, the money was urgently needed; on the other hand, his granddaughter had

a persistent and was on the verge of death. He needed to get the money as soon as possible to buy medicine for his poor granddaughter.

About fifteen minutes earlier, while chopping wood in the roadside woods, he found a ragged woman collapsed on

the grass, covered in mud and bloodstains, her face covered with a similarly dirty white

gauze . He couldn't tell if she was seriously injured or suffering from cold and hunger. He checked her breathing; it was barely

perceptible, and she seemed beyond saving.

He desperately wanted to help her, but he was utterly powerless. In this world, starvation was rampant. He himself was starving

and cold, let alone his dying granddaughter. It was uncertain how long he and his wife could survive; he might even collapse and die by the roadside on his way home

that night .

All he could do was gather some dry grass and pile it on her to prevent her from freezing to death. He sighed

deeply , clasped his hands, and prayed for Buddha's blessing before hoisting his load of firewood and continuing on his way. He had no choice; he had to

save his granddaughter first. Perhaps he could find a kind person in Jinan to help the woman.

He continued on his way, and in the distance, a troop of black-clad knights appeared to be approaching. Each knight was dressed in fine clothes and rode a spirited horse; the long

procession stretched as far as the eye could see, numbering at least several hundred. The path ahead suddenly became crowded. Normally

, not so many people would pass through this desolate path even in a month, let alone

so , and they certainly didn't seem like ordinary people.

He thought he was just seeing things, so he stopped and rubbed his eyes hard. He realized he wasn't mistaken.

The knights in front were drawing closer. Although their horses occasionally slipped, the riders stood upright, urging their horses forward

with light, swift hooves, seemingly effortless. The horses were excellent, and their riding skills were superb.

The leader reined in his horse before him, its head held high, letting out a long neigh. The horse's forelegs rose

and fell, splashing mud all over the old man. He frowned; he'd only changed into these clothes to go into town—

what a waste!

Looking up, he saw a burly, imposing middle-aged man with a thick beard and bulging eyes like small lanterns,

staring him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. The old man felt a chill run down his spine.

The middle-aged man dismounted. "Old man, I was careless and splashed you with mud. I'm so

sorry . Take this money and buy yourself some new clothes in town." He casually handed the old man a piece of silver.

The old man took it and weighed it in his hand. It was about an ounce and a couple of ounces, and he was overjoyed. He

rarely handled silver, and this much was enough for his family's expenses for a year!

"Thank you so much, sir!" he cried, hastily trying to kneel.

The middle-aged man quickly helped him up. "Old man, no need to be so polite! I have another question for you. Have you encountered a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old in fine clothes these

past few days ?" He then described the boy's appearance.

The old man shook his head. "A boy in fine clothes? This area is very desolate. Even country folk rarely see such

a boy. I've never seen one like that. However... however, in a grove ahead, I did see a

woman ..." He thought to himself, "Praying for Buddha really works! I've met a benefactor so quickly. That girl is saved!

" "A woman in white?" The middle-aged man pondered without speaking.

A girl in purple, her face veiled in white, galloped past the horse team and asked from afar, "Captain Zhou,

have you found anything?"

In a moment, she was in front of the old man, reining in her horse, the horse neighing, and kicking up its hooves, splashing mud all over the old man again, but

this time he didn't care.

Captain Zhou stepped forward and respectfully greeted her, saying, "Miss Hun'er, according to this old man, he saw a woman in white who had fainted in the

woods , but we don't know..."

Hun'er urged, "Go and see quickly! She might be from the Rakshasa Sect!"

Captain Zhou asked the old man for the location of the woods, and the caravan continued past him. In the center of the caravan was

a light yet luxurious carriage, pulled by two magnificent white horses with upright ears and narrow foreheads—a rare

breed in the Central Plains.

Hun'er spurred her horse towards the carriage and followed it, softly calling, "Princess..."

The curtain on the right was lifted, revealing the slender figure of a woman in white. A light veil couldn't conceal her

breathtaking beauty, capable of both anger and joy. "What is it?" she asked, still as reserved as ever. It was none other than Ling Ti, who hadn't shown herself for a long time.

Hun'er relayed what the old man had said.

Just then, the carriage passed by the old man. Seeing him stop in the roadside bushes to let the old man pass, his clothes covered in

mud, and the sight of him carrying such a large bundle of firewood at his advanced age, Lingti frowned.

Turning to Hun'er, she said, "Give the old man some money and send two people to escort him."

Lowering the carriage curtain, Lingti turned to the middle-aged woman beside her and said, "Nurse, if that woman is truly from the Rakshasa

Sect, we might be able to find out about Wuyue's situation."

She then pulled back the curtain and ordered, "Hun'er, tell everyone to hurry!"

Two days earlier, Hun'er, who was searching for Wuyue near Jinan Prefecture, had sent a message to her mother via carrier pigeon, reporting that

Wuyue had been pursued by assassins from the Embroidered Robe Pavilion and the Flying Eagle Sect at Yinxiao Manor, fleeing to the nearby town of Liyang,

and finally disappearing at the Binyue Inn, vanishing without a trace as if evaporated from the face of the earth.

She had been with her mother at the time and was extremely anxious upon hearing the news, pulling her wet nurse to rush to Jinan.

No matter ! Left with no other choice, her mother ordered Ying'er to select four hundred

elite warriors from the Dragon Battle Brigade to accompany and protect her. Ying'er also requested to come along, but seeing her mother's absolute refusal, she cried in desperation. It seemed

Bing'er was right; she hadn't been mistaken—Ying'er and Wuyue…

Last time in Zhang's Garden, the moonless shadow seemed more intimate than a companion to me. Sigh!

Why think about such nonsense at a time like this? How could a living person simply vanish without a trace? Could it be

that... Li Tianxiu deliberately blocked the news? Heavens, please no!

They soon arrived at the scene, a grove of trees about a mile from the roadside. Clumps of grass lay scattered

in the mud, like a newly erected solitary grave. Several members of the Dragon Battle Brigade parted the grass, gradually revealing

the hem of clothing soaked in the mud. Traces of white fabric were faintly visible, a red trim embroidered on the collar. Her long black hair

was hastily braided into four loose braids, two on each side, cascading haphazardly. Besides being covered in

mud, her body was stained with palm-sized patches of dark red blood.

It was a young woman, tall but emaciated. Lingti waved her hand, and the crowd bowed respectfully and

withdrew , forming a circle at a distance, vigilantly monitoring their surroundings in case of any unforeseen events.

A huge golden eagle circled overhead, neither landing nor flying far away.

Lingti gently lifted the woman's white veil, which was also covered in mud and blood, revealing a

face as thin as skin and bones. She took out a white silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the woman's face clean. Judging from the features, she was a beauty, but

her face was deathly pale and bluish, and she was so thin that she was almost unrecognizable. She checked her breathing; although it was extremely weak, she was not yet dead. She raised her head and said, "Carefully lift her into the carriage

behind . Also, send someone ahead to Liyang Town to find a good doctor." 　　Upon arriving in Liyang Town, they would naturally stay at the Binyue Inn. It wasn't a matter of whether it was good or bad; it was the only inn in town. Hun'er booked the entire building with the top-tier rooms. Lingti stayed in room number four, Zhu Ruowen stayed in room number five, and the unconscious woman was sent to room number three. A doctor in his fifties with extensive experience had arrived to provide emergency treatment. 　　Lingti sat quietly by the bed, watching the old doctor take the woman's pulse without saying a word, while Hun'er stood behind her. 　　About fifteen minutes later, the old doctor released the woman's wrist pulse, pondered for a long time, and slowly said, " This woman has no obvious symptoms, but her body is extremely weak after a long illness. It seems that she has encountered a sad event, causing her heart meridian to become congested. She has also caught a cold and overworked. I will prescribe a medicine to nourish her vital energy. She only needs to rest and recuperate to recover. However, Miss, please remember not to let her get out of bed or move around for a month. Given her current physical condition, she absolutely cannot be overworked in the short term." 　　Lingti nodded, "I understand." 　　After the old doctor wrote out the prescription, he gave some earnest advice on precautions, then got up to take his leave. Hun'er gave him a ten-tael silver ingot and went out with him to prepare the medicine herself. 　　The room was quiet. Lingti gazed at the woman on the bed. Her arched eyebrows were furrowed, as if she were still deeply worried even in her unconscious state. Her forehead was smooth and beautiful, her large eyelids were completely hidden by long eyelashes, her nose was exquisitely sculpted, and her pale red lips were like evenly applied rouge. Her face, neck, and clean clothes were all flawless. 　　Lingti felt that this woman looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before . However, she was certain that she was an important figure in the Rakshasa Sect, as evidenced by the curved sword she wore! Although its size was only slightly larger than that of a soldier in the Elite Guard, it was forged from extremely rare making it incredibly heavy. Even ordinary experts 　　　would struggle to wield it, let alone use it!

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