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

Others praised her for her miraculous medical skills, but only she knew that she was just a mother who desperately didn't want to lose her child again.

Zhan Yan stood by the window, his armor still radiating a chilling aura. Hearing a few gentle words from inside, his face, usually covered in frost, softened for a moment.

But in an instant, that gentleness was covered by a deeper chill. The disease could be cured, but the malice that wanted his daughter's life could not be let go so easily.

"Now that Miao'er is alright, we should not delay any longer."

Zhan Yan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two people in the room, his tone calm and firm, "Get ready, we'll set off for Jingcheng in three days."

Zhan Miao was slightly taken aback, and with a little effort, he sat up straight: "Father, has any news come from Jingcheng?"

“Even after Su Ningshuang’s death, the hidden forces behind her haven’t completely dissipated. This epidemic is strange, and its source points directly to the Jingcheng area,” Zhan Yan said with a furrowed brow.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Those who are hiding in the shadows, trying to harm you with the plague, I will personally go and uproot them. If they are not completely eliminated, you will never have a peaceful day, and the Zhan family will never have a safe place."

Lin Yiwan nodded gently without the slightest hesitation: "I'll bring some more herbs. Miao'er's health has just stabilized, and the journey will be bumpy and long. She needs constant care, and I'm worried about her. Besides, the climate in Jingcheng is rather humid, and old illnesses are most likely to relapse. With me here, at least I can ensure her safety along the way."

She spoke calmly, yet every word she uttered was firm.

She was determined to protect her daughter, even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire together.

Zhan Yan glanced at her, his eyes softening slightly, and replied in a deep voice, "Okay."

The group quickly packed their belongings, including weapons, armor, medicine, valuables, dry rations, and emergency medicine kits. The guard team was streamlined and elite, ready to depart as soon as the auspicious day arrived.

Just a few days ago, the entire village was shrouded in a deathly atmosphere due to the epidemic, but now the gloom has dissipated, and everyone's expression is joyful.

On the evening of the day before their departure, Princess Youyi, looking exhausted, came to see Zhan Yan and Lin Yiwan.

The candlelight flickered quietly inside the room.

Zhan Miao rested on the soft couch, while Lin Yiwan sat beside her, holding a hand warmer for her. Zhan Yan sat in the main seat, his expression solemn.

When Youyi entered, she bowed first, and when she looked up, her brows were filled with deep worry.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Aunt Wan, Uncle Wan, Youyi has come here to tell you something."

Lin Yiwan stepped forward to support her: "Princess, there's no need for such formality. There's no need for such formality between us. Have you found out the whereabouts of Lord Mo?"

Previously, the Lord of Mo City had disappeared without a trace, which surprised the court. That's why they rushed to Jing City, but unexpectedly they were trapped in this village due to the epidemic.

Youyi nodded gently, a faint, bitter smile playing on her lips.

The smile was so faint it was almost invisible, yet it concealed the weariness of a long journey, a heart full of exhaustion, and a hint of bitterness that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Yes. I found it."

She spoke slowly, her voice so soft it seemed to dissipate with a gust of wind.

"He was not murdered, not imprisoned, and certainly not killed in a conspiracy. He... died with a woman."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small farmhouse fell silent.

This temporary farmhouse was where they sought refuge from the epidemic and rested.

The earthen walls were mottled, the window paper was slightly torn, and cold autumn rain was still falling outside. Inside, only an oil lamp was lit, and the dim yellow light made the expressions of the people inside appear uncertain.

Zhan Miao had just crawled back from the brink of death, and his body was still thin. He was leaning against a wooden chair covered with thick cotton cushions when he heard this and was suddenly stunned.

She instinctively gripped the hand warmer in her hand, her fingertips tightening slightly: "Sister Youyi, what did you say? Lord Mo actually left with a woman?"

In everyone's impression, what kind of person is Lord Mo?

He was a powerful figure in the Jingcheng area, cold and taciturn, with a deep mind, commanding a large army, and his influence was deeply entrenched. Even the imperial court had to show him respect.

He was ruthless and decisive, indifferent to women, and only concerned with cities, power, and rules, as if he was born without any weakness such as romantic feelings.

Would such a person abandon his family, city, subordinates, and empire, and disappear without a trace with a woman?

Even the usually composed Lin Yiwan frowned slightly.

She looked at the unconcealed sadness in Youyi's eyes and said softly, "Princess, is this matter truly confirmed?"

“No mistake.” Youyi closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were calm.

But beneath that calm lay a surging bitterness: "I ordered people to track him down, from the outskirts of Jingcheng, to the water towns of Jiangnan, and then to the mountains of the southwest. The clues were clear all along the way."

"The guards found the inn where he had stayed, the boatman he had greeted, and the mountain folk he had given silver to. Everyone said that he was with a woman of extremely beautiful appearance and graceful figure."

"The woman was dressed in a light blue dress, spoke softly, and seemed delicate, but her eyes were full of determination. Lord Mo was completely obedient to her."

When she said the last few words, Youyi's voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Throughout her life, as a princess, she was pampered and adored by thousands from a young age, and pride was ingrained in her very being.

But now, in front of her family, she had to admit that the man she cherished, who she had waited for silently, and who was even willing to give up her status to follow, had ultimately chosen someone else.

Zhan Miao felt a pang of anxiety, unsure how to comfort him.

She understood Youyi; she was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, seemingly mild-mannered but actually extremely sentimental.

This long journey to find this result is something no one could bear.

Lin Yiwan gently patted Youyi's arm and said in a gentle tone, "Youyi, no matter what the outcome, we will always be by your side. You've worked so hard!"

Youyi gave a self-deprecating laugh, her eyes slightly reddening: "Compared to mental anguish, what does physical exhaustion matter?"

“At first I was still lying to myself. I told myself that he must have been kidnapped, that he must be in danger, and that he had no choice in the matter.”

"But I never expected that the person I was desperately trying to find was willingly running away with another woman."

She paused, her voice slightly hoarse: "The last time I tracked them down was in an ancient town on the southwestern border. It was a remote, isolated place, almost completely cut off from the world. The townspeople said that the couple had built a small house on the mountainside. The man farmed and hunted, while the woman wove and watered the flowers. They worked from sunrise to sunset, living a peaceful and stable life."

"They look like a married couple..."

Youyi softly repeated those four words, feeling as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and even breathing was painful.

She met him when they were still relatively unknown.

At that time, she was not yet a high-ranking princess, nor was he a powerful city lord.

She once thought that there was something special between them.

She once thought that his cold heart would one day melt for her.

She once thought that as long as she waited and pursued him, one day she would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and see the world.

In the end, it was all just wishful thinking on her part.