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"That's really strange."

In Guantang Courtyard, Qingdai couldn't understand it at all. "How did that young lady manage to do that? She only spent a short time alone with Ze'er, and yet Ze'er performed in a way that Mr. Zhou could praise."

After thinking for a moment, Lan said, "Perhaps Miss Biao is indeed quite talented and intelligent, as the master said, so she knows how to guide Ze Ge'er without needing anyone else. It might not be because of others?"

“Impossible! Miss Biao doesn’t seem like that kind of person,” Lian Ruo denied. “If you ask me, she must have secretly contacted someone beforehand and received guidance. Otherwise, where did Ze Ge’er get those profound insights he made in front of Mr. Zhou today?”

Moreover, if this young lady were truly a person of such talent and learning, how could she willingly debase herself to become a mistress, and now collude with these shameless members of the Zhao family to deceive their young lady?

Cheng Nanzhi sipped her tea, lost in thought.

After a while, he finally spoke: "Just wait and see, and you will know the truth in the future."

She refused to believe that she couldn't find out who the powerful figure Ye Ruyue relied on was.

She looked at Qingdai and asked about something else: "How are the arrangements for the people?"

Qingdai knew she was asking about Song Yanlan, and confidently said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that young master Song gets through these next few days safely!"

Cheng Nanzhi nodded, then got up to change her clothes and wash up, preparing to rest.

Meanwhile, Song Yanlan was still staying in the same inn as Wen Chengnan, but he was determined not to accept Wen Chengnan's kindness anymore. He stayed in a cheap shared room next to the woodshed in the backyard on the first floor. He would also go out to find some work to earn some money, hoping to save up to repay Wen Chengnan for his kindness over the past few days.

Wen Chengnan already regarded him as his junior and was reluctant to see him work hard from early morning to late at night. However, there were no books left for Song Yanlan to copy as a reason, and he could not resist Song Yanlan's insistence.

"Sir, the results will be released tomorrow. Are you planning to stay a few more days and return to Lanshan Academy later?" Wen Chengnan's servant asked him, bringing him a letter from Lanshan Academy.

The letter was sent by the dean, saying that the academy really needed him to do some things, mostly related to the capital of the library, and hoped that he could return as soon as possible.

After reading the letter, Wen Chengnan thought to himself that he could not delay any longer.

"Let's go back after the results are posted tomorrow," Wen Chengnan decided. "When Xiao Song comes back later, we'll talk to him. You go pack your luggage."

The servant should be.

Meanwhile, Song Yanlan was at a bookstore on South Street in Shangjing, having just finished copying her work and received her wages from the shopkeeper before leaving.

After counting his wages, Song Yanlan smiled more.

I've saved up some more, and I can pay back Senior Wen as soon as possible.

He would send the rest back to his grandmother, hoping to make her some new clothes.

As Song Yanlan walked, lost in thought, the moon was already high in the sky. The streets were deserted, and soon there were no more pedestrians to be seen, as it was almost time for the market to close and curfew to begin.

Song Yanlan then changed course and took a shortcut, hoping to get back to the inn as soon as possible.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind me.

Song Yanlan assumed it was a passerby like him who wanted to get back as soon as possible, so he didn't pay much attention. But the footsteps continued for a while, neither too close nor too far.

Song Yanlan immediately turned around.

There was no one behind me!

This alerted Song Yanlan, who took a few steps back and looked around, but found nothing.

Just as he was about to continue on his way, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind him!

His instinct for danger made Song Yanlan instinctively turn to the side without thinking, but he didn't completely dodge. A figure flashed in his peripheral vision and kicked him hard in the side, sending him flying and crashing into the debris piled up against the wall.

In an instant, Song Yanlan felt excruciating pain, as if his internal organs had shifted, and he coughed up blood. He hurriedly propped himself up and saw a man in black holding a knife!

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"

The man in black, though masked, couldn't hide the fierce glint in his eyes. Without a word, he took a few steps forward and raised his hand to strike.

Song Yanlan immediately grabbed whatever was at hand, and without caring what it was, hurled it at the man in black, catching him completely off guard.

He immediately got up and seized the opportunity to run, but before he could take two steps, three men dressed in the same black clothes and carrying knives appeared at the alley entrance in front of him. They all looked fierce and blocked Song Yanlan's way!

With people in front and behind, Song Yanlan was trapped in this alley with no way to escape.

Song Yanlan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the three men rushing towards him, he quickly picked up the scattered items on the ground and threw them out to defend himself. Although this only blocked them for a moment, the men behind him were already slashing at him with their swords.

If Song Yanlan hadn't reacted quickly, that knife would have definitely severed his neck, but it also left a hideous wound on his back.

In the instant Song Yanlan felt the pain, he was kicked over and fell to the ground with a thud. Two long swords with a chilling light came at him, making it impossible for him to dodge!

Is he going to die here today?

But he hadn't yet received the results, hadn't repaid his debt to his elder brother, and hadn't fulfilled his filial duty to his grandmother...

Song Yanlan frantically groped with both hands, trying to grab something to cover herself, but it was too late.

The moment the knife slashed down, Song Yanlan instinctively closed her eyes.

At the critical moment, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, striking the blade with a bang.

"Clang!" That was the sound of the knife flying out and landing.

Hearing a cry of pain, Song Yanlan felt as if someone had collapsed to the ground. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a tall young man in a dark blue robe descend from the sky and land in front of him, knocking the two men away!

The other two people nearby exchanged astonished glances upon seeing this, then rushed forward with knives. The other two quickly got up to fight back.

"Be careful, my benefactor!" Song Yanlan shouted urgently.

But the young man seemed unafraid, scoffing disdainfully as he kicked up the longsword that had fallen from the ground, grabbed it, and charged straight at the attacker.

He was actually highly skilled in martial arts, and he swiftly dealt with the four people in no time!

Song Yanlan clearly saw the four men fall to the ground, killed instantly by a single blow!

The young man carefully crouched down to check, and only after confirming that there was no sign of life did he throw down the knife and return to Song Yanlan. He crouched down and asked him in a clear voice, "Hey, can you still walk by yourself?"

Only then did Song Yanlan see the young man's face; he had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very dashing.

"Thank you for saving me, I can still..." Song Yanlan hurriedly tried to get up and bow to express his gratitude, but the movement aggravated the injury on his back, making him pale with pain, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up while holding onto the wall.

The young man clicked his tongue, reached out and steadily pulled him up, then squatted down and carried him on his back.

"Let me take you home... Oh no, you need to see a doctor first. If you die, I'll be in trouble..."

Song Yanlan couldn't hear what the young man behind him was muttering, as he was also feeling dizzy and lightheaded due to excessive blood loss and pain.

He managed to say, with difficulty, "Those four people... need to be reported to the authorities... Please rest assured, I, Song, will take full responsibility and won't burden my benefactor..."

"Someone will handle it," the young man said, glancing at him. Seeing that he had already fainted, he thought to himself: Scholars are such weaklings. They can't even handle this little injury. Their bodies are so weak. I don't know why my father made him protect this person.

Despite his inner grumbling, the young man still used his light-footed skills to leap across rooftops and quickly head to find a medical clinic.