Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

Amidst the torrential rain, a miraculous escape.

A fierce wind, accompanied by torrential rain, swept down, plunging the world into chaos.

Large raindrops pounded on my face, stinging painfully, like countless tiny ice picks piercing my skin.

Su Yunlan's heart tightened. Ignoring her soaked clothes, she anxiously looked around. On the muddy road, the exiles were in chaos, with cries and curses mixed with the sound of wind and rain, creating a chilling scene like the howling of ghosts.

"Fourth Master, quick, help Second Brother, let's go to the woods!" Su Yunlan's voice was almost swallowed by the gale, but the firmness in her tone left no room for doubt.

Xiao Yuhan said nothing, but nodded vigorously, supporting his weak second brother with one hand and protecting Granny Sun with the other, closely following behind Su Yunlan.

Su Yunlan used almost all her strength to bring the Xiao family to the edge of the woods.

The grove wasn't very dense, but it was better than nothing; at least it provided some shelter from the torrential rain.

"Yunlan, this rain...it looks like it's going to last a long time..." Granny Sun said, her teeth chattering and her voice trembling.

Su Yunlan understood that the torrential rain was fierce and wouldn't stop anytime soon.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the worry in her eyes, and reassured them in a relaxed manner, "It's alright, Grandma, we brought enough supplies. Everything will be fine once the rain stops."

Just then, a furtive figure caught Su Yunlan's attention.

It's Old Liu!

Old Liu, who had been eyeing her supplies all along!

He crouched low and, taking advantage of the chaos, crept toward the wagon where they had stored their supplies.

A cold glint flashed in Su Yunlan's eyes. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, grabbed Old Liu's arm, and shouted sharply, "What are you doing?!"

The sudden reprimand startled Old Liu. He looked up in a fluster, a hint of guilt on his face, but he forced himself to remain calm: "I...I was just looking..."

"Look? I think you're trying to steal something!" Su Yunlan's hand gripped Old Liu's arm tightly like an iron clamp, her tone icy and chilling.

Old Liu was intimidated by Su Yunlan's imposing manner. He shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "You...you let me go! I just wanted to find a place to take shelter from the rain..."

Su Yunlan sneered, tightening her grip even more: "Take shelter from the rain? Do you think I'm stupid? You're clearly trying to steal my things in the chaos!"

Old Liu grimaced in pain, but dared not argue any further. His eyes darted around, searching for a chance to escape.

Just then, a figure appeared like a ghost...

"roll!"

Just then, a figure appeared like a ghost.

"Get out!" Xiao Yuhan's voice boomed like thunder, as if he carried an invisible pressure that instantly brought the tense atmosphere to its peak.

Old Liu's expression changed, and before he could react, Xiao Yuhan pounced on him like a tiger, punching him hard in the face.

Old Liu was immediately sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground and instantly losing consciousness.

Xiao Yuhan's hands were still trembling slightly, but his eyes were as cold as ice. He glanced around and saw that everyone was intimidated by his aura, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly turned around, went to Su Yunlan, and asked with concern, "Yunlan, are you alright?"

Su Yunlan shook her head and looked at Xiao Yuhan gratefully: "Thank you, Fourth Master. You came just in time, otherwise that old fox would have succeeded."

“He brought this on himself,” Xiao Yuhan said coldly, then instructed, “Second Brother, you and Granny Sun take everyone deeper into the woods, where it’s relatively safer. I’ll stay here and guard the supplies until the rain subsides a bit before we go over.”

Young Master Xiao nodded. Although he was weak, he tried his best to stand firm, helped Granny Sun, and led the other exiles into the depths of the woods.

Widow Zhou followed behind them, holding her child. A complex emotion flashed across her eyes, but she ultimately didn't say anything more.

Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan stood in the rain, the raindrops pelting them like countless needles, and a cold wind blew, making them shiver involuntarily.

Su Yunlan watched as the Xiao family members gradually disappeared into the dense forest, her heart filled with guilt.

She gritted her teeth and said with a determined look, "Fourth Master, no matter what, we must protect everyone and not let them suffer."

Xiao Yuhan held Su Yunlan's hand tightly, his voice warm and firm: "As long as you're here, I have confidence. We'll get through this together."

Amidst the raging wind and torrential rain, their figures appeared even more resolute.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through Su Yunlan's mind, and her eyes lit up as if she had found a solution.

But at this moment, she simply smiled and said softly to Xiao Yuhan, "When the rain subsides, I have a way to keep everyone from getting cold."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the carriage, already planning her next move.

The wind continued to howl, the rain poured down, and the world was shrouded in gray.

Just as everyone huddled under the tree, despair spreading like vines, Su Yunlan suddenly moved.

Instead of waiting for the downpour to stop like the others, she went straight to the wagons where supplies were piled up.

She deftly untied the ropes and dragged a huge package off the carriage.

When the package was opened, what was revealed was not grain, but folded pieces of cloth.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Su Yunlan deftly unfolded the fabric, propped it up with several wooden poles, and a simple tent rose from the ground in the torrential rain.

Everyone was stunned. The sound of wind and rain seemed to have subsided, leaving only Su Yunlan's busy figure.

They had never seen anything so amazing that it could build a temporary shelter in such harsh conditions.

Tents quickly took shape in Su Yunlan's hands, like flowers blooming in the rain, dispelling the gloom that shrouded everyone's hearts.

After the tent was set up, Su Yunlan, as if by magic, unloaded boxes from the carriage one by one.

The box was opened, steaming hot, and inside were clean, dry clothes and steaming ginger soup.

The Xiao family was stunned for a moment, then burst into joyful cheers. They rushed into the tent, changed into dry clothes, and scooped up the hot ginger soup, feeling a warm sensation spread from their bodies to every limb.

"What...what's going on?" Young Master Xiao held the hot soup tremblingly, his eyes filled with shock and confusion as he looked at Su Yunlan, as if he were witnessing a miracle.

"Don't ask so many questions, just drink first and warm yourself up." Su Yunlan just smiled mysteriously and didn't explain.

She felt a sense of relief as she looked at the renewed vitality on the faces of the Xiao family members.

She knew that the supplies in her space could not only help them get through the immediate crisis, but also become their most solid support on this long journey of exile.

The wind and rain continued to rage, but the tent was warm and cozy.

The Xiao family, young and old, drank ginger soup and ate dry rations, finally getting a moment's rest for their weary bodies.

They watched the busy Su Yunlan. In this turbulent time, it was this newly married fourth young mistress who had sheltered them from the storm.

Just then, a slightly puzzled voice rang out from outside the tent: "What is this?" Captain Zhao stood in the pouring rain, his sharp eyes fixed on the tents that stood firm against the wind and rain, his expression intriguing.

The appearance of Lieutenant Zhao caused the atmosphere inside the tent to freeze instantly.

He was wearing a raincoat, and rain dripped from the brim of his hat, obscuring most of his face. Only his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the tents that had sprung up from the ground.

Meeting Zhao Xiaowei's gaze, Su Yunlan explained calmly and confidently, "These are rain gear I prepared in advance. Luckily I brought them, otherwise everyone would have suffered in this downpour." Her tone was calm, without the slightest panic, but rather with a sense of confidence and composure.

Captain Zhao did not respond immediately. He silently looked at the tent and then at the Xiao family members who were resting peacefully inside. He took out a dry cloth from his waist and wiped the rain from his face and neck before slowly saying, "Madam Su, you have excellent skills. To be able to make such proper arrangements in such harsh conditions is truly impressive."

His tone was unreadable, yet Su Yunlan sensed something unusual about him.

She knew that this Captain Zhao was no ordinary person; how could someone who could escort exiled prisoners be an easy task?

She smiled and said modestly, "You flatter me, Captain. It's just a little trick. It's enough that it can help us protect ourselves from the wind and rain."

Captain Zhao nodded, the sharp light in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of appreciation and respect.

He stopped asking about the tent's origin and instead said to Su Yunlan, "This journey of exile has been arduous, and it is truly commendable that Madam Su has taken such good care of her family. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me. As long as it is within my power, I will definitely help."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in everyone's hearts.

This was the first time that Lieutenant Zhao had shown them goodwill, which was undoubtedly a ray of hope for them as their future remained uncertain.

Su Yunlan was overjoyed, realizing that she had made the right move.

She nodded slightly and said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Captain. Su Yunlan will remember this forever."

The torrential rain lasted all night, but the next morning the sky cleared and the sunshine dispelled the gloom that had hung over everyone.

The exiles set off again. After a night's rest, everyone was in much better spirits and had more expectations for the future.

However, when the group reached a fork in the road, a strange, misty forest appeared ahead. The thick white fog was like the open mouth of a giant beast, swallowing all light and sound.

The fog was thick and obscured the sun, giving people an ominous feeling.

The previously noisy queue quieted down, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Su Yunlan gazed at the misty forest before her, her heart filled with vigilance.

She didn't know what dangers lurked in the fog, but she knew the road ahead wouldn't be smooth.