The Reincarnation of the Beauty: The Concubine Doctor and the Conspiracy

"Hurry! Run to that little lake!" Shen Yuke's body tensed, her voice filled with anxiety. She ran furiously, looking around, fearing that the pursuers behind her would catch up at any moment.

"We have to think of a way. We can't just rely on brute force." Yun Mengting quickly followed, a determined look on her pretty face. "I have an idea. We can make them lose us."

"Is there really a way?" Shen Yuke looked at her while running, with hope in her heart.

"Of course!" Yun Mengting's mind flashed back to bits of experience from her past life, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "I can use these plants to create fog to help us hide."

"Great! Let's act quickly!" Shen Yuke breathed a sigh of relief, and fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

They hurried to the lakeside. Yun Mengting searched everywhere for suitable herbs and quickly instructed Shen Yuke, "Go find some fresh leaves and water! We need to prepare it as soon as possible!"

"Understood!" Shen Yuke took action immediately and quickly went to the lake to collect the necessary materials. She knew that time was limited and she had to seize every opportunity.

"Hurry up, the pursuers are almost here!" Yun Mengting was so anxious that her heart was pounding and she began to busy herself with preparing the herbs.

"I'll go get some water, you take care of the herbs." Yun Mengting said as she was busy, thinking in her mind how to cleverly create this layer of fog.

"Okay!" Shen Yuke nodded repeatedly, feeling full of confidence in her heart. She knew that only by relying on wisdom could they escape.

As the water rippled, white mist gradually appeared on the surface of the lake. Yun Mengting's eyes lit up, and she decided the time had come. She whispered, "Yingying, get ready. We're going to lure them in!"

"I understand!" Shen Yuke clenched the grass in her hand, held her breath, and stared at the movement in front of her.

At this moment, the footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer and closer, like a roaring flood. Shen Yuke's heartbeat also accelerated, "It's too late!"

"Jing, don't panic!" Yun Mengting tried to calm down, a cold smile on her face, looking at the increasingly blurred figure in front of her, "Once they enter the fog, stay calm, we will succeed."

"Don't be scared by their voices!" Shen Yuke clenched her fists and said to herself, hoping that their plan would be successfully passed.

As the pursuers were about to enter the fog, Yun Mengting secretly prayed that all her preparations would successfully stop the enemy. As the outline of the pursuers became clearer and clearer, they held their breath and waited patiently in the fog.

"Go!" As expected, the pursuers stepped into the fog, and chaos ensued. The sounds of pursuit abruptly ceased, and confusion and noise began to spread in the chaos.

"Great, let's go!" Yun Mengting whispered, taking the lead and running towards another path around the lake.

"Sneak away!" Shen Yuke said softly and forcefully, following Yun Mengting along the path, trying to avoid making any noise. They knew that only by seizing such an opportunity could they successfully escape.

As they ran all the way, they heard the pursuers behind them becoming more and more panicked, and the darkness did not stop surrounding them.

"We succeeded!" Under the cover of the fog, Yun Mengting and Shen Yuke finally escaped from a situation that was certain to end in death. The joy that surged in their hearts made them smile at each other. Their wisdom finally brought a glimmer of hope.

"What should we do next?" Shen Yuke panted, her heart filled with anticipation and nervousness. "The enemy won't let us go easily."

"We need to understand the enemy's movements and formulate our next strategy." Yun Mengting nodded, thinking to herself. Her rebirth had taught her foresight and planning. This time, she wouldn't let the inevitable crisis come again.

"That's right, we must always be vigilant." Shen Yuke looked up at the stars in the sky and encouraged herself secretly. Unknowingly, the turning point of fate had begun to change quietly.