The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Yun Shang shrank her foot, but was firmly grasped by a pair of large hands. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"You're almost dead, why would you still care about your feet?"

"No matter how fragile you are, you must save your life first."

Looking at the blisters on the soles of his feet, Zhao Qiyan frowned with some distress. "We're not far from Tongshan County. I'll carry you on my back for the rest of the journey."

Yun Shang took her shoes and socks and put them on, then shook her head. "Your shoulder injury hasn't fully healed yet, how can you carry me?"

"I'm fine. My feet don't hurt anymore. They might hurt again after a while. I need to keep going to stop the pain. Once we get to the inn and are safe, I won't move even if you ask me to."

Zhao Qiyan looked at her helplessly, smiled slightly, and watched the petite figure walking stubbornly in front of him. He took two steps forward and picked her up directly.

"I, your husband, have plenty of strength. I'll carry you for a while. When I can't carry you anymore, I'll put you down and let you walk on your own."

Yun Shang didn't dare to struggle, fearing to hurt his wounds, so she could only continue to insist, "I really can walk on my own. These are just a few blisters. The pain will go away once they burst."

Zhao Qiyan also insisted, "I can hold it."

Fortunately, it didn't take long before an oxcart passed by. Yun Shang quickly reached out to stop the car and said, "Could you please take us to the Yunlai Inn in Tongshan County?"

The uncle looked the two of them up and down and wanted to refuse, but suddenly saw the long knife at Zhao Qiyan's waist, and immediately nodded with his body stiff.

"Well, come on up."

With the help of the ox cart, the two quickly returned to the Yunlai Inn. Although the driver did not dare to ask for their money, Yunchang still insisted that Qinghuan give the driver a silver ingot.

After Qinghuan told the driver not to talk nonsense, she excitedly went forward and wanted to hug Yunshang, "Miss, Prince, you are back. I was almost worried sick."

"Guard Zhao and his men have gone out to look for her several times but haven't found her. Last night, I heard that many people were searching everywhere on Tongshan Mountain. I was almost scared to death."

But before she could hug Yun Shang, Zhao Qiyan picked her up by the waist and walked straight upstairs.

Zhao Qiyan walked over and ordered, "Ask the kitchen to bring up some water, and go help the prince and princess prepare some clean clothes."

"After Zhao Ting and the others return, have him come to see me immediately."

The night was deep and the stars were twinkling. Zhao Ting and his companions finally returned to the mansion in the dead of night, dragging their exhausted bodies. They were dusty and tired from the journey, but their hearts were even heavier.

When they entered the inn and learned that Zhao Qiyan and Yun Shang had already returned, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Guard Zhao Ting didn't dare delay even a moment, and hurried to the door of Zhao Qiyan's room, ready to report the details of his departure to his master.

Gently pushing open the door, Zhao Ting immediately spotted Yun Shang lying on the bed. Her foot had been medicated and carefully bandaged with white gauze. Yun Shang was deep in a sweet dream, her breathing steady and gentle, as if the outside world's clamor had no bearing on her.

Zhao Ting's light footsteps were heard outside the door. Yun Shang, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to notice something and frowned slightly.

However, Zhao Qiyan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He gently placed his finger on his lips, signaling Zhao Ting not to make a sound, and then stood up carefully, fearing that he would wake up Yun Shang who was sleeping soundly.

Zhao Qiyan tiptoed out of the room, closed the door gently, and then led Zhao Ting to another room to discuss their experiences and discoveries in detail.

"Your Highness, your subordinates and others have been searching for you for a long time, but there is no news of you. I didn't expect that you and your wife would come back together."

Zhao Qiyan didn't say much. He glanced at all the guards in the room and frowned, "Where's Cheng Yong? Why isn't he here?"

Zhao Ting looked at Zhao Qiyan in confusion. "Not long after Your Highness and Qi Chuan went to Tongshan, Cheng Yong said that Your Highness had assigned him another mission, so he followed you to Tongshan. He hasn't returned in a few days, and I thought Cheng Yong was with Your Highness."

Zhao Qiyan closed his eyes. He had thought that there would be no problem with his confidants, but he didn't expect that they were still infiltrated by those time travelers.

"Has Cheng Yong ever behaved strangely before?"

After Zhao Qiyan said this, Zhao Ting and the others immediately pondered, "Oh, I remember now. On the way to Tongshan, we were assassinated. Cheng Yong was stabbed by those men in black."

"But the knife didn't seem fatal, and he regained consciousness quickly. There was nothing unusual about him, so I didn't notice anything."

"Thinking about it now, maybe from that moment on, he was no longer Cheng Yong."

The identity of the spy has surfaced, and he has already escaped. The top priority is to find Qi Chuan and Zhuo Fang.

"Keep searching. Qi Chuan and Zhuo Fang are still missing. Find them as soon as possible. If they're dead, we need to find them alive."

"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.

Zhao Qiyan stood up slowly, and when he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly stopped as if he remembered something important.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes deep and serious as he said, "There's one more thing. To the north of Tongshan, not far from the foot of the mountain, there's a small village called Beishan Village."

Having said that, Zhao Qiyan paused slightly, as if what he was about to say next made him feel heavy-hearted.

"Everyone in that village was slaughtered by travelers from the same mountain."

His voice was low and subdued, as if the tragic scene was vividly before his eyes. "Send someone over as soon as possible to properly bury those deceased villagers."

After explaining this matter, Zhao Qiyan turned and left the room.

As his footsteps faded away at the end of the corridor, the night grew darker.

Yun Shang, who was originally sleeping soundly, fell into a terrible dream unknowingly.

In her dream, Yun Shang saw Brother Liu and his family covered in blood, their faces as pale as paper.

They struggled to sit up slowly from the familiar big bed, and then walked towards him step by step with heavy steps.

Every step he took left a trail of shocking bloody footprints on the ground.

The eyes of Brother Liu and his family were empty, but they uttered sharp questions: "Yun Shang, why did you watch someone die without helping?"

"Why did you hide? You watched us suffer such a misfortune!" The sharp voice pierced Yun Shang's eardrums like a sharp arrow and pierced deep into her soul.

"Why don't good people get good rewards? We saved you, but you killed our whole family. Yun Shang, you have to pay for our lives!"