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The next day, the group set out on their journey back to Beijing. When they came back, Rongbao and Yan Yu joined them, and the trip became much more lively.

"Master, can I ride with you?"

Awu listened to the sound coming from the carriage, shook his head helplessly, and rode forward.

"Come out, I will take you with me."

"Thank you, master"

Rongbao got off the carriage, skipped to Awu's horse and stretched out his little hand, and Awu pulled him away.

Song Qingwan couldn't help laughing as she looked at the master and disciple.

"Awu seems to like Arong very much."

Zhao Huaijin was resting with his eyes closed, but when he heard Song Qingwan's words, he opened his eyes lazily.

"Awu has no relatives, so I'm giving him one. How can he not like it?"

"Wow, you are so awesome, brother." Song Qingwan pouted with a sarcastic look.

"Of course. I'll have to find a wife for Wu in the future."

"You're obsessed with getting married, Zhao Huaijin, you're obsessed with getting married."

Song Qingwan was speechless; she gently patted Zhao Huaijin's knee.

"I'm not obsessed with my wife, I'm just obsessed with her."

Zhao Huaijin squinted his eyes and moved close to Song Qingwan's face, pretending to kiss her.

"What a coincidence! My sister is also a big fan of me."

After Song Qingwan finished speaking, she pounced on Zhao Huaijin, tore open Zhao Huaijin's clothes, and touched him directly.

"Ah...no." Zhao Huaijin pretended to struggle.

Yan Yu covered his eyes. These two funny guys really opened his eyes along the way. Zhao Huaijin has loved to make trouble since he was a child, and now someone finally controlled him.

When they came across a forest that day, Zhao Huaijin asked everyone to stop and tidy up, as the horses would get tired if they kept running like that.

Song Qingwan took Rongbao to make a fire and cook, while Awu and the guards helped.

Zhao Huaijin and Yan Yu walked to the back prison car where Lan Chengfa was locked up.

After the bumpy journey, Lan Cheng'an finally lost his former arrogance and lay half-leaning like a dead dog.

"Master Lan, aren't you nervous? We will reach the capital in five days."

Lan Cheng'an opened his eyes and glanced at Zhao Huaijin with disdain.

"Your Highness, do you think I should panic? I have nothing to fear. The most I can do is chop off my head. After 18 years, I will still be a hero."

Zhao Huaijin smiled and nodded. He didn't expect Lan Chengan to be so bold.

"I hope Lord Lan can continue to be so fearless. I am waiting."

Suddenly, Yan Yu pushed Zhao Huaijin aside, and an arrow flew out along the edge of the prison car.

"Ajin, there's an ambush!"

Yan Yu drew his sword and fought with the man in black who suddenly appeared. Seeing this, Zhao Huaijin also rushed forward.

"Awu! Protect Song Qingwan!"

"Yes, Master!"

Awu received the order to protect Song Qingwan and Rongbao behind him, but Song Qingwan found that something was wrong.

"Awu, they are coming for Lan Chengan, go and help them."

"But…"

"Don't worry, Arong and I will be fine!"

A Wu glanced at Yan Yu and Zhao Huaijin who were still fighting hard beside the prison van, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

"Sister Wan, don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you!"

A Rong stood in front of Song Qingwan with a determined look on his face, and Song Qingwan tapped his head with amusement.

"Come on, hide behind me."

"But, Master asked me to protect you..."

Rong Bao frowned and looked at Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan pulled the child behind her and secretly took out a strong anesthetic needle and hid it in her sleeve.

Then Song Qingwan pulled Arong and hid behind a big tree, observing the battle situation here.

These men in black were obviously well prepared. One of them was very skilled in martial arts, and Yan Yu was unable to defeat him and looked very exhausted.

Zhao Huaijin and Awu were busy dealing with the remaining men in black and were unable to spare the time to help Yan Yu.

Song Qingwan sneaked to the side of the prison van, and when the time was right, she injected the anesthetic needle into the buttocks of the man in black who was fighting with Yan Yu.

The man in black was shocked and felt a pain in his buttocks. He didn't care at first and continued to fight with Yan Yu.

As the fight went on, Yan Yu discovered that the man in black could not even lift his sword. Even the man in black himself was shocked. Although his face was masked, one could feel his despair.

With a "bang", Yan Yu looked at his fallen opponent in confusion and retracted his kicking foot.

"Sister Wan, is he dead? He died if you touched him?"

"No, he just fainted."

Song Qingwan calmly threw the syringe back into space, signaling Yan Yu that the battle could end.

Yan Yu finally reacted. He threw the unconscious man in black aside and went to help Zhao Huaijin.

The remaining people saw their boss fall down and had no intention of fighting anymore. They looked at each other and quickly retreated.

"Ayu, tie him up!"

"it is good"

Zhao Huaijin put away his sword, walked to Lan Chengan's prison car, and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was still alive.

These people obviously wanted to kill people to silence them, and they almost succeeded.

Yan Yu pulled off the mask on the man in black and found a strange mark on his face.

"Ajin, come and take a look, what is this?"

"This should be the mark of an assassination organization. If I'm not mistaken, all of them have it."

After Zhao Huaijin finished speaking, he walked to the other two men in black who had been hacked to death, pulled off their veils, and sure enough, there was the same mark.

Song Qingwan came over, observed the shape carefully, took out a piece of paper and quickly drew a few strokes.

"Is it like this?"

Yan Yu's face was full of surprise. He took the drawing paper and compared it. Although the lines were simple, the shapes were surprisingly similar.

"Sister-in-law is talented, Yan Yu admires her."

Song Qingwan felt very uncomfortable hearing this name. She remembered that Wu Song seemed to have called Pan Jinlian this way.

Thinking of this, Song Qingwan secretly glanced at the silly Zhao Huaijin and resisted the urge to feed him medicine.

"Hey... you should just call me by my name."

"Okay," Yan Yu nodded.

As a qualified medical expert, drawing a flower is basically a piece of cake for Song Qingwan.

Basically, she is asked to draw pictures after performing an operation, because some situations during the operation cannot be expressed in words.

For these ancient people, Song Qingwan was simply an all-rounder. Most ladies from noble families would dabble in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and learn needlework and dancing, but Song Qingwan was basically unique.

Zhao Huaijin asked Yan Yu to put the painting away and return to the capital to investigate slowly. Just as he was about to mount his horse and continue on his journey, he heard a noise in the prison car.

"No, he's going to commit suicide!"

Yan Yu ran over and knocked Lan Chengan, who was trying to commit suicide by biting his tongue, unconscious with a palm.

Zhao Huaijin took out a piece of cloth, stuffed it tightly into Lan Cheng'an's mouth, and tied him tightly to the prison van.

"Let's go quickly. We can't delay any longer."

At Zhao Huaijin's command, everyone mounted their horses. Song Qingwan and A Rong also got on the carriage and rushed to the capital at full speed.

As they got closer and closer to the capital, Lan Chengan felt disheartened. He knew that he was finished!

On the way he realized that suicide was the best outcome. Once he arrived in the capital, his death alone would not be the solution to the problem.