Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

After the medicine was finished, Zhan Miao's breathing seemed to stabilize a little, no longer so rapid, but the high fever still did not subside, and the flush on her cheeks became more intense. In her drowsy state, she would occasionally furrow her brows and mutter something. If you listened carefully, it turned out to be the three words "Lu Jingheng".

Lin Yiwan felt a pang of sadness.

She knew that her daughter was thinking about that young general, Lu Jingheng, the young general of the Zhenbei General's Mansion, who had become famous at a young age and was brave and skilled in battle.

Before leaving the capital, Lu Jingheng personally saw her off at the city gate, held her hand, and urged her to protect her safety and marry him upon her return.

But who could have predicted that an epidemic and a village lockdown would separate the two of them, one on the brink of life and the other on the brink of death?

At this moment, Lu Jingheng probably already knew the news and was extremely anxious outside, but was blocked by the imperial edict and could not move an inch.

The political situation in the capital was already turbulent and unpredictable, with various forces eyeing the city covetously. The Zhan and Lu families, who held military power, were already feared by others.

If someone with malicious intent sabotages the village during this epidemic lockdown, cutting off their medicine and food supplies, or spreading rumors, their family may truly be buried here forever.

Thinking of this, Lin Yiwan's heart sank to the bottom.

She wasn't unaware of the dangers involved. This trip to Jingcheng was fraught with unexpected outbreaks of disease, which came so suddenly and spread so rapidly. The village lockdown order was issued so hastily, leaving no room for maneuver. She simply couldn't believe that there was no human intervention behind this.

I fear that those adversaries in the shadows are using the plague as a pretext to eliminate her, Zhan Yan, Zhan Miao, Princess Youyi, and Mo Ziyu, so that they may die silently in this remote village and their remains may never be found.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a hushed shout: "Madam Hou, Madam Hou, please open the door! New medicinal herbs have been delivered to the village entrance, but there's only a pitifully small amount. Also, two more people have left the Li family at the west end of the village!"

It was the voice of the village head, old and weary, filled with endless despair.

Lin Yiwan's heart tightened. She was about to answer, but then, afraid of disturbing her daughter on the bed, she gently laid Zhan Miao down, tucked her in, turned around, and tiptoed to the door. She asked in a low voice, "How many medicinal herbs do you have? Do you have Bupleurum, Scutellaria, or Forsythia, which are good for reducing fever and detoxifying?"

The village head outside the door sighed, his voice trembling with tears: "There's only a small packet, like crumbs. The Bupleurum is only a few coins' worth, and the rest are just worthless grass roots. It's simply not enough! Three households at the west end of the village are already empty. If this continues, in less than three days, our whole village... our whole village will be gone!"

The wind and snow carried in the village head's cries, so mournful and pitiful that they made one's heart clench.

Lin Yiwan leaned against the door, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away, and her vision blurred.

With medicinal herbs scarce, an epidemic raging, and a daughter's life hanging by a thread, surrounded by wolves and tigers, and trapped in a desperate predicament, this small village is like a lone boat in a vast ocean, caught between wind, snow, and plague, and could capsize at any moment.

She slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears finally slid down, landing on the cold back of her hand.

Just then, Zhan Xiaobai outside the door suddenly let out a low, wary growl. His previously docile body instantly tensed up, his amber pupils stared intently at the end of the village road, his fur stood on end, revealing sharp canine teeth, as if he had sensed some danger.

Lin Yiwan felt a chill run down her spine, instantly suppressing all her vulnerability, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

She knew that Zhan Xiaobai was spiritually gifted, and her reaction at this moment was definitely not because of the wind and snow. It must be because a stranger had approached, and the stranger was not friendly.

She immediately turned back to the bedside, carefully put away the silver needles, took out a small dagger from her sleeve, concealed it in her palm, and dimmed the candlelight, instantly plunging the room into a half-light, half-shadow. She stood guard by Zhan Miao's bedside, her gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at the door, every nerve taut to the limit.

The wind and snow intensified, howling and pounding against the doors and windows, making a mournful sound like the wailing of ghosts.

Outside the door, the village head's voice also disappeared, leaving only Zhan Xiaobai's low warning sobs and the sound of the raging wind and snow. In the deathly silence, there was an eerie feeling that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Yiwan held her breath and listened intently. She could vaguely hear light footsteps coming from the end of the village road. They were not the orderly steps of the officials, but rather light and discreet, deliberately concealed, as they approached the house step by step.

The newcomers had a clear objective; they came straight for the mother and daughter.

She sneered inwardly; they had come, just as she expected.

Those hands that were lurking in the shadows in the capital eventually reached out to this small plague-stricken village. They would not rest until they saw the villagers die with their own eyes.

She looked down at Zhan Miao on the bed. Her daughter was still unconscious, her brows slightly furrowed, yet she still had that fragile and beautiful appearance.

Lin Yiwan gently stroked her daughter's hair, her eyes filled with determination.

No one should hurt her Miao'er, and no one should let her family be slaughtered.

Even if they were trapped in an epidemic village, surrounded by enemies, even if they ran out of medicine and were afflicted with the disease, even if they faced swords and danger and were on the verge of death, she would still protect them and hold on until the very last moment.

As long as she has a breath left, she will not give up.

Outside, Zhan Xiaobai's growls grew more urgent, his snow-white figure flashing like a white lightning bolt in the wind and snow, ready to pounce on any incoming enemy.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Lin Yiwan's resolute profile. She gripped the dagger in her hand, standing guard by her beloved daughter's bedside as if protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Lin Yiwan lowered her eyes, looking at her daughter's pale face, and whispered softly, her tone firm and each word resounding: "Miao'er, Mother is here, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, Mother will be with you. We will definitely get through this, we will definitely return to the capital, and we will definitely wait for him to come and pick you up!"

"We must survive."

Clang!

The door was suddenly flung open, and a blizzard, carrying snowflakes and a chill, rushed into the room, causing the dim candlelight to flicker wildly and nearly go out.

Lin Yiwan was so shocked that she immediately gripped the dagger in her sleeve. She looked up with a fierce expression, only to find that the person who had broken into the door was not a thug, but a teenager.

At only thirteen or fourteen years old, he was still quite thin. His luxurious brocade robe was already soaked through by the wind and snow, covered with mud and ice fragments. His hair was covered with snow, and even his eyebrows were covered with tiny ice crystals.

He clutched a bundle wrapped tightly in oilcloth, as if afraid that the contents would get wet from the wind and snow. His little face was rosy and purple from the cold, and his breathing was heavy and rapid. He stumbled as he entered the room, but he stubbornly protected the things in his arms, refusing to let them be bumped or damaged in the slightest.

The moment Lin Yiwan saw the boy's face clearly, she froze, the dagger in her sleeve clanging against her knuckles. Her voice trembled with shock: "Ziyu? How did you get yourself into such a mess?"

The person who arrived was Mo Ziyu, whose face was now terribly pale from the cold.

Mo Ziyu didn't care about brushing off the snow and wind covering her body, nor about her numb hands and feet. Without even a moment to catch her breath, she staggered to the table, put down the oilcloth bundle she was carrying, and quickly untied the ribbon with her small, red hands.