He Lan Tianxia

Hong Xiuying was too lazy to chase after him. She went to untie the little boy first, and Zhong Ziqi came over to help. The wicked abbot, pulling up his pants, took a few steps and felt increasingly ashamed, so he pulled his pants back, wanting to vent his anger at the humiliation of having his pants cut. Just as he reached the door, he saw everyone inside watching the little boy, including the constables. So he pulled out a small dart from his sleeve and flicked it at Hong Xiuying's back.

Just then, Hong Xiuying, who had just helped the little boy turn around, saw the dart flying towards her and was startled. Instinctively, she pulled the little boy behind her, intending to block the dart herself. In a flash, a figure leaped forward and stood in front of them.

The person in front of her cried out and shuddered, then fell onto Hong Xiuying.

"Young Master Zhong." Hong Xiuying handed the little boy to the constable beside her and caught Zhong Ziqi, who was falling. Hong Xiuying quickly sealed Zhong Ziqi's acupoints. "Quick, Young Master Zhong has been poisoned."

"Poisoning?" The magistrate was shocked. He rushed over, not knowing what to do, and shouted, "Quick, call a doctor!"

"No need." Hong Xiuying disregarded the propriety of men and women touching each other, and picked up Zhong Ziqi, heading towards the inner room. "Which room is his bedroom?"

The magistrate looked at Hong Xiuying with suspicion, as if she were a headless fly, not knowing where to go. The magistrate quickly led Hong Xiuying to his son's room.

Hong Xiuying went in and kicked the door shut with her back foot, almost knocking the magistrate's nose off. The magistrate, rubbing his sore nose, pounded on the door for a while. He admitted that Hong Xiuying was highly skilled in martial arts, but his son was poisoned, which was life-threatening. Since he couldn't open the door, he ordered the constables around him to quickly go and fetch a doctor.

The silence inside was eerily profound, while those outside were frantic, like ants on a hot plate, but unable to offer any help. After a long while, the magistrate couldn't resist knocking again, but still no one answered. The magistrate continued knocking, his efforts growing more urgent, until finally, someone inside shouted:

"If you knock again, your son will be gone."

The magistrate paused, his hand frozen in mid-air, unsure what to do. The physician stood there watching the magistrate spin around in circles.

Half an hour later, the door finally opened, and Hong Xiuying walked out, dressed in tattered clothes and looking exhausted.

The magistrate asked anxiously, "How is my son?"

Hong Xiuying wanted to say she wouldn't die, but she only managed to utter the word "die" before collapsing unconscious.

The magistrate was startled and hurriedly helped her up, then pushed Hong Xiuying to the constable. He then ran to his son and burst into tears. Seeing the pool of blood he had vomited by the bedside, he regretted listening to Hong Xiuying. The doctor also abandoned Hong Xiuying and ran to treat the magistrate's son.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." After taking the pulse, the doctor called out to the magistrate several times, but he didn't hear him. So he tugged at the magistrate's robe and said, "Your son's poison has been cured."

"It's cured?" The magistrate, with tears streaming down his face, asked, "Are you trying to fool me?"

"Master, look, look! The young master has woken up! He's woken up!"

“Oh dear, Qi’er, Hong Xiuying said you were dead… I really thought you were dead. Oh, ptooey, ptooey, it’s good that you’re awake, it’s good that you’re awake.”

"Where is Miss Hong?" Zhong Ziqi opened his eyes but could not see Hong Xiuying.

"She...she's fainted. Don't worry about her, it's good that you're alright." She almost killed her son; the magistrate will be holding her accountable later.

"I need to see her." Zhong Ziqi tried to get up, but a wave of dizziness forced him to fall back down.