After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

Wang Yuehan's exclamation not only caused a chain reaction among the prisoners, but also reached the ears of the escorting yamen runners.

The yamen runners standing on the periphery exchanged meaningful glances, obviously surprised and wary of this sudden family reunion.

Especially the leading yamen runner, a hint of subtle surprise flashed across his face.

When he heard the word "father" blurted out by Wang Yuehan, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had thought of some important clue.

He whispered to himself, "Father? Could this woman be Wang Yuehan? If so, then that traitor Zhang Liang is most likely among these prisoners!"

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning, making him instantly alert.

He quickly glanced at his men and signaled with his eyes that they should be on guard and be ready to deal with any emergency that might arise.

Afterwards, he tried his best to make his expression look calm and slowly walked towards Wang Yuehan, planning to control this key figure first, just in case.

His steps seemed casual, but in fact, each one was filled with caution. As he approached Wang Yuehan, his hand had silently tightened around the hilt of the knife at his waist, ready to take action if necessary.

But just as he took the first step, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a sharp blade was firmly placed on his throat.

His body suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head slowly and carefully, and what came into his sight was the face of a young man with a playful smile on his lips.

This sudden change made the yamen runner's heart beat wildly. He could even feel the coldness of the blade penetrating his skin and reaching his Adam's apple.

Looking around, he was horrified to find that all his men had been knocked to the ground without anyone escaping. The scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Put the knife down, otherwise it will be hard for me to guarantee that this knife won't hurt you."

Hearing this, the yamen runner swallowed his saliva.

After weighing the pros and cons, the leading yamen runner wisely let go of the weapon in his hand. With a crisp "clang" sound, the sword fell to the ground.

Just as Zhang Liang was about to interrogate the yamen runners, a rapid and terrified voice interrupted his thoughts—it was Wang Yuehan's cry: "Mother! What's wrong with you? Mother!"

The voice was trembling and uneasy, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Zhang Liang frowned and turned quickly, his eyes sharply scanning the source of the sound.

Wang Yuehan was seen kneeling on the ground, holding her mother tightly in her arms. The latter's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were a light purple color. She was obviously in a coma.

Wang Yuehan was obviously panicked, his hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes were full of helplessness and panic.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang immediately strode over to them, squatted down, and said to Wang Yuehan in a soothing tone: "Sister-in-law, don't panic, let me take a look."

Hearing Zhang Liang's words, Wang Yuehan felt as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. She quickly loosened her grip and instead tightly grasped Zhang Liang's arm, saying anxiously, "Uncle, please take a look. What happened to my mother? Please, you must save her!"

Her voice was choked and tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

Zhang Liang nodded, gave Wang Yuehan an affirmative look, and said softly, "Sister-in-law, calm down first. Auntie will be fine."

After saying that, he gently took Wang Yuehan's mother from her arms, carefully laid her on the ground, and then began to examine her.

After Zhang Liang carefully checked the physical condition of Wang Yuehan's mother, his brows gradually relaxed and he seemed to have made a judgment.

He raised his head, his eyes finding Qin Youlan not far away, and said, "Sister-in-law, quickly pour a bowl of our antidote over here!"

Qin Youlan took action immediately after hearing the sound and immediately brought the antidote to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang took the bowl and carefully fed the antidote into Wang Yuehan's mother's mouth.

After finishing all this, Zhang Liang turned to Wang Yuehan and said with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. Auntie just inhaled too much miasma and became poisoned. Coupled with the fatigue of the continuous journey, she fell into a coma."

"I have given her the antidote now. She just needs to rest well and she will recover soon."

After hearing these words, Wang Yuehan felt relieved.

At this moment, Zhao Ruoruo walked lightly to Wang Yuehan's family and said to them, "Everyone, drink the antidote quickly! It can help you resist the invasion of miasma and ensure everyone's safety."

After hearing her words, Wang Yuehan's family members also drank the antidote.

After resolving the issue of Wang Yuehan’s mother, Zhang Liang walked towards the group of yamen runners.

His figure cast a long shadow under the dancing firelight, carrying an aura that should not be underestimated.

After he stood still, he looked down at the group of pale-faced yamen runners, his eyes sharp as a knife, and asked, "What crime did General Wang commit?"

As soon as this question was asked, the air seemed to freeze, and the yamen runners looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.

Finally, the leading yamen runner swallowed his saliva and bravely answered on behalf of everyone: "Master Zhang, we...we are just low-level yamen runners, carrying out orders from above. We really have no idea why General Wang was escorted away."

His voice was trembling. "Please, let us go. We are just trying to make a living and have no other choice."

"Besides, we haven't treated General Wang and his family harshly along the way!"

The other yamen runners nodded in agreement, and some even kowtowed, and the scene was filled with pleading.

As soon as the yamen runners finished speaking, Wang Yuehan's sister, Wang Xueyi, with rage burning in her eyes, stepped in front of them, pointed a trembling finger at the group, and spoke with uncontrollable anger: "You're talking nonsense! When have you ever treated us well?"

Aside from that guy who was a bit better, didn't you all beat and scold us all the way?"

As she spoke, Wang Xueyi pointed to a yamen runner who was a little nicer to them.

Her words were like sharp arrows, shooting straight at the yamen runners who tried to defend themselves, making their faces turn pale as paper in an instant.

"And if it weren't for my father and eldest brother trying their best to protect me, I would have already..."

The other yamen runners seemed at a loss what to do under this sudden accusation. Their silence undoubtedly provided the most powerful evidence for the truthfulness of Wang Xueyi's words.

Zhang Liang stood aside, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip from it.

He slowly said, "Xueyi, don't worry, I will definitely give you justice."

Hearing these words, the faces of the yamen runners turned even paler, and they began to beg for mercy in panic, their voices rising one after another, filled with fear and despair.

However, Zhang Liang seemed not to hear it. His attention had shifted to the young yamen runner who had been slightly kind to Wang Xueyi's family.

"you."

Zhang Liang pointed at the young yamen runner, his tone calm but with a hint of warmth.

"Let's go. Since you still have a conscience, today's events will be considered as a reward for your kindness."

The bailiff was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then he quickly got up from the ground, ran out of the dilapidated temple without looking back, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Liang then turned around, his gaze sternly sweeping across the remaining yamen runners. His voice was cold and resolute: "As for you, since you have chosen this path, you must pay the price for your actions."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry immediately took action, dragging the yamen runners away one by one like wolves and tigers. The yamen runners' wails and pleas for mercy echoed in the night sky, but were soon swallowed by the night wind and everything returned to silence.

The yamen runner released by Zhang Liang stumbled and ran on the dark forest path. The cries of his colleagues behind him lingered in his ears like ghosts, and each cry made his heart tighten a little, until it became an indescribable complex emotion - both relief and fear.

Fortunately, he had not been cruel to the Wang family during that difficult escort journey. This subtle difference gave him a glimmer of hope at the critical moment of life and death.

He imagined that if he had just gone with the flow, he might have become a wronged soul under the swords of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. He could not help but hold on to this opportunity given by fate even more tightly, and his pace quickened involuntarily.

He didn't know how long he had been running. The moonlight penetrated the sparse clouds and shone mottled light on his sweat-soaked clothes. His physical strength was finally exhausted to the limit.

He slumped down under a sturdy tree, leaning his back against the rough bark, breathing heavily, trying to calm his pounding heart.

Just as he was resting, the sound of human voices and horse hooves came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the night.

A group of people who looked like merchants were slowly moving towards him.

But this team gave him a feeling that something was wrong.