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Yichun didn't say anything more, but just pressed her hand tightly against the wound, and blood kept gushing out from between her fingers.

Ningning tore open her sleeve and tightly wrapped it around her wound, her eyes brimming with tears, as if she were about to burst into tears. Yichun then smiled at her to comfort her.

Yan Yufei glanced at her and asked, seemingly casually, "And who is this...?"

Yi Chun said softly, "A girl I rescued on the road, her name is Ningning."

Ningning blushed and nodded slightly to him. Her delicate face seemed to suddenly have a touch of allure, which was very captivating.

The refined young man seemed not to notice, and casually looked away.

Yang Shen suddenly spoke up: "Young Master Yan, thank you for saving me. You came just in time."

They had just fled to Kaifu Temple when he arrived; it was probably not a coincidence.

Yan Yufei said, "I am ashamed to say that one of my subordinates saw the wanted poster and, upon seeing that it was Miss Ge, immediately notified me. I sent people to search for you two throughout Tanzhou City, and fortunately, there was no delay."

Yang Shen clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "We will never forget your life-saving grace. May I ask where you intend to take us, young master? We are now criminals, and we are afraid we will cause you trouble."

Yan Yufei smiled and said, "Young Master Yang, you are too kind. Now that I understand your grievances, wouldn't I be heartless if I didn't lend a hand? I have nothing of value, but I have always loved to travel and have places to rest in various places. There is a humble house in the countryside a hundred miles away from Tanzhou, which would be perfect for you two."

He spoke so openly and honestly that it seemed as if further thought would only make them overly suspicious. Yang Shen could only express his gratitude, and the journey continued in silence, with only the scenery outside the window rushing by and changing.

The carriage bumped gently on the road, and Yichun felt increasingly sleepy and cold.

She had been stabbed in the abdomen, and blood kept flowing. Although she could endure the pain, she couldn't suppress her body's instinctive reaction.

She really wanted to lean against the car wall and sleep for a while.

But then it seemed like his master's stern voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Yichun! What are you slacking off for?! Get up now!"

She was startled instinctively and sat up straight.

From the age of six, being a good disciple of her master was her sole goal in life. Perhaps all the meaning of being human is contained within that. Yichun has always been proud of her conscientiousness and responsibility.

To be a good disciple, one cannot be afraid of hardship; that means one hasn't given it one's all. One cannot shed tears because of any pain; that means one is weak. Those who cannot surpass their own limits can only be failures.

She spent nine years as an apprentice, and that's how it went.

"Ge Yichun, get up quickly, sit up straight, don't fall down!" she told herself. But her body wouldn't obey her commands; it was limp, like a ball of cotton, and she gently collapsed to the ground.

Wake up, open your eyes! She continued to set strict demands on herself.

He heard Yang Shen's slightly panicked whisper, then suddenly he could hear nothing and was plunged into boundless darkness.

Someone was touching her face—no, to be precise, someone was wiping her face with a towel, and the action was rather impolite.

As she wiped, a clear voice complained loudly, "My God! How can a girl be so messy! It's unbearable to look at!"

Then a gentle voice said softly, "Nana, keep your voice down and let her sleep for a while. She's lost so much blood."

"Look at her! She has scars! Scars! Have you ever seen a woman who doesn't care about herself at all?"

"Nana! Keep your voice down!"

"She's so dark! Even the famous female knight-errant from Jiangnan I saw last time wasn't this disheveled! Whether she's a knight-errant or anything else, every woman should be properly cared for. I really can't stand it anymore, Mumu, come and wipe her body!"

"Where are you going? The young master instructed us to take good care of her."

"I'm throwing away these dirty clothes and shoes!"

Feeling someone undressing her, Yichun realized she couldn't stay silent any longer.

She opened her eyes and immediately saw two identical pretty faces, four big, dark eyes staring at her. The girl on the left, wearing a green dress, suddenly exclaimed, "She's awake! She woke up so quickly! Didn't we light some calming incense? Why didn't it work on her?"

The voice was loud and clear; it must be the girl named Nana.

The girl in the blue dress on the right frowned and glared at her, saying, "Quiet down!" Then she smiled gently at Yichun and said in a soft voice, "Don't be alarmed, young lady. This is the young master's villa. He instructed my sister and me to take care of you."

This must be Mumu.

Yichun nodded blankly, then immediately felt a sharp pain in her abdominal wound. She gasped for breath, her vision blurred, and she lay back down weakly, whispering, "Thank you... my junior brother and that girl..."

"Young Master Yang and Miss Ningning are both next door. Shall I go and call them?" Mu Mu asked gently.

She shook her head: "No need. Thank you both for bandaging me."

Nana chuckled, "You have such a sweet tongue! I'm telling you, young lady, you're not getting any younger. A woman should dress herself up. How about I throw away all these tattered clothes of yours for you?"

Yichun pulled her collar up, her face ashen: "No...no need."

Nana pouted: "Miss, please forgive my bluntness, but when you're out and about, your appearance is very important. This is the young master's residence, and you are a guest, so it's not good to be unkempt."

"Was she...dressed improperly before?" Yichun was surprised.

Mu Mu quickly reassured her, "Miss, don't listen to her nonsense. Actually, it was Young Master who ordered it. Because you are currently on the wanted list, in order to prevent people from discovering that you are here, we need to change your appearance. The portrait on the list doesn't really look like you, it's just that your hair is messy. If you make yourself look neat, no one will be able to tell that you are the wanted person."

Yichun sighed, pointed to her thickly bandaged stomach, and said in a low voice, "...I can't get it all right now, can I? Let's wait until it heals..."

Nana pouted and went out. Mumu helped her lower the curtain, added a calming incense stick to the incense burner, and then slowly withdrew.

Yichun breathed a sigh of relief, snuggled under the covers, and felt a sweet, soft fragrance in the air. Sleepiness crept back into her eyes, making her drowsy.

She gradually drifted back to sleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but suddenly she felt something was wrong with her face, as if someone had smeared something sticky on it.

Yichun suddenly opened her eyes and heard Nana whisper in her ear, "Don't move! It'll be done soon!"