A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong thought about it more and more and felt it was possible, after all, this was the last hope. If Xuyun still couldn't save Duan Fufeng, or refused to save him, then Duan Fufeng would either spend the rest of his life in a coma, or wait for his injuries to worsen and he would have no choice but to wait for death.

If Li Deming is worried about this, it's understandable that he won't come.

She looked away, decided not to wait any longer, and set off immediately.

Shan had just woken up when she received the news. She immediately asked her maid to dress her, then ran over crying and begged her to take her with her.

Wutong wasn't disgusted by her; she was genuinely worried about her hands. The road was fraught with danger, and she couldn't even comb her own hair. How could she protect herself?

"I'm sorry... Shan, just stay in Chuanzhou and wait for me. I will definitely come back as soon as possible."

Shan leaned on her maid's shoulder and wept. The maid wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Shan said with red eyes, "You can't lie to me... If you disappear like before, I won't let you get away with it."

The second half of the threat made Wutong both sad and amused. She sincerely swore that she would definitely come back as soon as possible, and even if she couldn't come back, she would definitely write to her.

Shan finally stopped, sobbed a few times, and relented, saying, "Go on your way, and have a safe journey."

Wutong wasn't particularly sad, after all, over the years, traveling long distances had become as routine to her as drinking water or eating.

But seeing Shan off with tears streaming down his face suddenly evoked a sense of reluctance, as if he might really never come back.

She had never been this nervous before when she went to war... She rubbed her face, not wanting to delay any longer, waved to the crowd, and boarded the carriage with Wenxin.

Wenxin volunteered to drive, and she climbed into the car and sat next to Duan Fufeng.

Glancing at the lifeless, pale figure beside her, Wutong opened the curtains and watched as Shan and the others grew larger and larger in her sight amidst the jolting of the carriage, finally turning the corner and disappearing completely.

"He's still injured, so we don't need to go at full speed. We just need to get to Lizhuang before dark."

Wutong sat in the carriage, chatting casually with Wenxin. He then took a piece of mung bean cake from the food box prepared for them by the cook in the mansion, lifted the curtain, and handed it to Wenxin.

When asked, she wouldn't answer; she said she wasn't hungry.

Wutong had no choice but to put the food in her mouth; the sweet and fragrant taste eased her heavy mood somewhat. Holding the food box, she looked out the window at the street and realized they were almost out of the city.

The guarding of the city gates of Chuanzhou has now been taken over by the Eastern Qi army, and anyone entering or leaving must be checked.

The city gates were of different sizes, one large and one small, and were usually only open for ordinary people to enter and exit. The larger city gate, which was four or five zhang high, was only opened when troops were going out to fight or when high-ranking officials needed to enter or exit.

When Wenxin stopped the car, the gatekeeper recognized them and immediately went to open the main city gate and summoned everyone to see them off.

Wutong didn't want to make a big fuss, so before leaving, she only told Adan, Li Deming, and a few other important people. No one else knew that they were going to Fudomine.

If the city gates were to suddenly open here, wouldn't everyone know where she went?

It would be fine if the officials in Guangcheng knew, but if the borderlands sent spies here to take advantage of her absence or to ambush her on the way, then she would be inviting an unnecessary disaster.

The thought of this possibility made Wutong's scalp tingle, and she quickly stopped the other person, instructing him, "I'll just go through the city gate, don't make a sound."

The goalkeeper was in a dilemma, worried that it would appear as if he were underestimating her.

Wutong had to promise him that she would never hold a grudge against him or cause him trouble in the future before he left nervously, standing on the city wall watching their carriages blend into the crowd and line up to leave the city.

The carriage was quite unassuming, something that anyone with a bit of wealth in the city could afford. When the people were bored while waiting in line, they would even gather together to discuss this powerful and mysterious female King of Eastern Qi, but no one noticed that she was right beside them.

Wutong looked back at the city gate and breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the people who have seen her in person are in Chuanzhou. After leaving Chuanzhou City, probably very few people will recognize her.

She felt a sense of relief, but then noticed the carriage had suddenly stopped. Puzzled, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Wenxin didn't answer, but only said, "Come out."

Wutong glanced at Duan Fufeng to make sure he was alright, then lifted the curtain and slipped out. As soon as she looked up, she saw a group of people on horseback blocking the way in front of the carriage.

Her first thought was that they were ambushed beyond the Great Wall, so she grabbed the long sword hanging on the carriage wall, ready to fight them. But upon closer inspection, she realized that the leader was Li Deming.

How did he appear here?

Wutong loosened his grip on the sword hilt and called out in confusion, "Is that Lord Li ahead?"

The other party rode towards them on horseback, and when he got closer, it was indeed Li Deming.

He had changed into civilian clothes, shaved his beard, and looked quite clean-cut. Besides him, there was a large baggage strapped to his horse.

After seeing clearly, Wutong had a bad feeling. Then she heard him say, "Your Majesty, we will go with you."

She finally understood why Li Deming hadn't appeared earlier; he was trying to force his way onto the bus halfway through the journey...

"Why bother, Lord Li? The world is at peace now, and you have witnessed the power of the Heart-Searching Technique. The Prince is absolutely safe, so you can rest assured."

Li Deming watched her from his horse, his gaze unwavering.

“The prince is a prince of the Southern Frontier. As his subordinates, we deserve to die for failing to protect him. Now that he is going far away to recuperate, we must accompany him. Otherwise, how will we explain ourselves when he wakes up?”

Wutong said, "He will understand you."

Li Deming remained silent, clearly unwilling to compromise.

Wutong glanced at the group of eight guards behind him and said with difficulty, "Lord Li, it's not that I don't want you to come along, but Master Xuyun doesn't like outsiders. If so many people make a ruckus in the mountains and disturb his peace, he might not only refuse to treat our injuries, but also kick us all out. We'd have made a wasted trip. What do you think we should do then?"

After a brief hesitation, Li Deming came up with a solution.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. We are only going to protect the Prince and will not pester you. We will wait for you at the foot of the mountain, and you can go up the mountain. Unless that sorcerer has the ability to see a thousand miles, he will never know that we came together."

Wutong was caught in a dilemma and couldn't make a decision for the time being. On the one hand, she felt that with Li Deming and the others by her side, she would have more options on the road and be safer if they encountered danger. On the other hand, she was worried that Xuyun might develop a grudge because of this.

Wenxin, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke up at this moment, saying, "Let's go then."