Time travel, quick transmigration

After Zhang He helped Xiao Huanling onto the carriage, Shi Yan and Xiao Die helped her to the seat.

Seeing that Xiao Huanling had already fainted and his brows were furrowed as if he was enduring pain, Shi Yan felt a pang of pity and went forward to adjust his position so that he could lean against the carriage wall.

"My lady, isn't he the young master we met last time?"

Xiao Die saw that Xiao Huanling's face was covered in bruises and his clothes were dirty and disheveled, as if he had been attacked by someone.

"My lady, this young master is arrogant and domineering. I'm afraid he may have offended someone he shouldn't have and is now facing retaliation."

Looking at Xiao Huanling's fair, bright, and delicate face, which was now scarred and somewhat broken, Shi Yan felt as if a perfect work of art had been deliberately damaged, thus creating a flaw.

She acknowledged Yang Yuhuan's natural beauty, but compared to the young man before her, she paled in comparison. She couldn't understand why a young man should possess such striking good looks. Everyone said that Consort Yang Yuhuan was a beauty of unparalleled grace, possessing the elegance, nobility, and radiance of the peonies of Luoyang. But when Shi Yan met Xiao Huanling, she understood what true beauty could be called national beauty. At least, Yang Yuhuan hadn't yet fully displayed the radiance, nobility, and elegance she would possess as a future consort.

She didn't care whether Xiao Huanling had really offended someone and was being retaliated against, ending up in such a sorry state. She just happened to run into him and couldn't bear to leave him to die.

"Whatever he encounters is none of our business."

Shi Yan's cold and indifferent reply made Xiao Die stick out her tongue and sullenly sit back in her seat.

"My lady, that white horse has been following our carriage the whole time."

Zhang He's voice came into the car.

Shi Yan paused for a moment, then glanced at Xiao Huanling.

"It's alright, let it follow along."

Zhang He, who was outside the car, immediately responded after hearing this.

"Hey!"

Shi Yan liked Xiao Huanling's white horse. She was touched to learn that the white horse was protective of its master and very intelligent. She looked at the person who had his eyes closed and seemed oblivious.

"Your horse is quite loyal to you."

There was a hint of envy in his tone.

About fifteen minutes later, Zhang He escorted Shi Yan and the other two to the entrance of Dongling Temple.

Shi Yan and Xiao Die worked together to help Xiao Huanling down from the carriage. Seeing this, Zhang He stepped forward to take Shi Yan's place and helped support Xiao Huanling's arm.

"Uncle Zhang, please trouble you and Xiaodie to help the person to Huanqing Residence. There are two empty rooms there."

Zhang He agreed and, together with Xiao Die, helped the person into the temple, one on each side.

Shi Yan turned around to look at the white horse that was gazing at her with its round, innocent, and clear eyes.

Shi Yan walked over to the white horse and stroked its smooth back a few times.

“This is not my territory, so I can’t take you in. Find a safe place nearby to stay. Once I heal your master, he will come looking for you. You will see each other then.”

The white horse seemed to understand her words, snorting twice and nudging her hand with its head. Shi Yan felt even more favorably disposed towards the remarkably intelligent horse before her.

"Go on, okay?

The white horse stared at her blankly for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then turned and rode away. However, it stopped again after going a short distance, looking at Shi Yan as if waiting for something.

Shi Yan's heart stirred, and she smiled slightly.

"I promise I will take good care of him. You also need to be careful and avoid getting hurt."

The white horse understood Shi Yan's words and, as if reassured, turned and galloped away without lingering.

Only when the white horse was no longer in sight did Shi Yan enter the temple.

On her journey to Huanqing Residence, Shi Yan encountered no one. Aside from the abbot Qing Feng, the only others she had seen at Dongling Temple were Wen Ying and two disciples who had entered the Daoist path less recently. 0804 had told her that Dongling Temple was a nunnery with a small population, making it an ideal place for secluded cultivation. At this moment, Shi Yan truly believed 0804's words.

Qingfeng's leniency was exactly what she had hoped for, but Shi Yan still felt that proper etiquette and respect were absolutely necessary. Since she was staying at someone else's place, she couldn't be too unrestrained.

Zhang He and Xiao Die helped Xiao Huanling into another room to the right of Shi Yan's main house. That room happened to be directly opposite Xiao Die's room. Between the two rooms were bonsai trees with some flowers and trees, and a beautifully constructed and interesting rockery.

Shi Yan walked into the room and stood by the bed, looking at Xiao Huanling, who was lying on the bed. His face was obviously paler and duller, without any color in his eyes, and even his lips were slightly purple.

Upon seeing this, Shi Yan knew that the situation was not good.

"My lady, I believe this young master has suffered a severe internal injury. We must find a physician to examine him immediately, otherwise, his life may be in danger if we delay any longer."

A somber expression also appeared on Zhang He's face.

"But the Dongling Temple is far outside the city walls, and it's quite a distance from Changlefang. It would take some effort to get a doctor to come and go."

"Well then, Uncle Zhang, I'll trouble you to make another trip to the market and ask a doctor to come to Dongling Temple as soon as possible."

"Xiaodie, go see the abbess and tell her for me that we met an injured person on our way out today and brought him back to the abbess's temple."

Zhang He and Xiao Die accepted the order without delay and then withdrew to carry out their respective tasks.

"Xiaodie, when you see the abbess, ask her if she has any good medicine to heal injuries. If so, ask her for some. Saving lives is the most important thing."

"If there's no medicine for the wounds, that's fine. If the abbot asks, you don't need to reveal too much; just say we can handle it ourselves. Remember that."

Xiao Die, who had just reached the door, immediately turned around and replied, "This servant has remembered."

Only after Zhang He and Xiao Die disappeared from sight did Shi Yan begin to summon 0804.

"Xiao Ba, come out quickly and check if his injuries are serious. I have a feeling that his condition is not good."

Shi Yan had a vague sense of foreboding.

With a whoosh, 0804 flew out of Shi Yan's sea of ​​consciousness and quickly appeared, looking at Shi Yan.

"Yan Yan's premonition was right. This boy was ambushed and killed. He was punched and kicked so violently that his spleen was ruptured, and his heart and lungs were also severely damaged. His body was blocked by blood stasis, and without timely treatment, he will die soon."

Shi Yan's breath hitched, and a sense of pity welled up within her for some unknown reason.

"It's that serious..."

"But he's so young, it's such a pity he died like this. Xiao Ba, is he really beyond saving? Do you have any way to save him?"

Shi Yan recalled the image of the young man she first met—a man in purple robes, with bright, spirited eyes, riding a white horse, his appearance flamboyant, vibrant, and lively. But now he appeared lifeless, as if constantly summoned by the god of death. Shi Yan could not bear to watch a life slip away.

Seeing Shi Yan's dejected expression, 0804 couldn't help but feel puzzled.

“But Yan Yan, whether this person lives or dies has nothing to do with you. Didn’t you dislike him before? I remember you even regretted not having the guards beat him up. That shows how unpopular this young man is.”

"He's dead, so why are you sad about him?"