Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Just as Si Jingnian punched the car in a fit of rage, leaving a dent, and was about to carry Shen Qingyao back to the Marshal's Mansion, another group of people hurriedly arrived.

Shen Yanting, dressed in a black and white police uniform, arrived with a team of police officers.

As soon as Si Jingnian saw Shen Yanting's car, he opened the door without saying a word, picked up Shen Qingyao, and walked towards Shen Yanting's car.

As soon as Shen Yanting got out of the car, he saw Si Jingnian carrying Shen Qingyao toward him, and a sense of foreboding immediately rose in his heart.

"Young Marshal, what happened to Qingyao?"

With a cold face, Si Jingnian bypassed Shen Yanting and placed Shen Qingyao in the back seat of the car, and Meng Shuqin hurriedly followed.

Seeing that Si Jingnian ignored him, Shen Yanting's uneasy premonition grew stronger as his gaze quickly swept over Shen Qingyao's pale face.

He strode forward, but before he could speak, Si Jingnian closed the car door and turned around, blocking his view.

"Director Shen, I'll borrow your car for a bit. I'll have my adjutant drive it back to you later."

Shen Yanting stopped Si Jingnian, who was about to get into the car, his eyes showing worry and restraint.

"Tell me, what happened to Shen Qingyao? Is she injured?"

However, his words only earned him a cold, piercing look from Si Jingnian. Shen Yanting instantly felt as if his throat was being gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single word.

By the time he finally snapped out of Si Jingnian's cold gaze, the car had already driven quite a distance.

Si Jingnian drove at breakneck speed, flooring the accelerator once again, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the steering wheel.

He knew in his heart that Shen Qingyao's injuries were not fatal, but as he looked at Shen Qingyao's increasingly pale face, he was inexplicably enveloped by a sense of fear.

Back at the young marshal's mansion, the manor doctor was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to treat Shen Qingyao's wounds.

Shen Qingyao lay weakly on the bed, and Meng Shuqin personally fed her ginseng soup with red eyes.

The physician gently untied the bandages binding the wound, revealing a deep wound that exposed the bone.

As soon as the bandage was untied, the wound reopened, and fresh blood gushed out instantly. The physician calmly and methodically performed hemostasis and disinfection.

Si Jingnian stood there blankly, staring at Shen Qingyao's blood, which almost stained his vision red.

"Young Marshal's wife, I need to stitch up your wound now. There's no anesthetic available, so you'll just have to bear with it."

Hearing the physician's words, Shen Qingyao nodded weakly.

She didn't really consider the wound a big deal; she was just too weak and listless due to excessive blood loss.

But to Si Jingnian and Meng Shuqin, her appearance was as if the sky had fallen.

She was both amused and exasperated by the mother and son's reaction, feeling both helpless and incredibly warm.

Taoists emphasize self-cultivation, tranquility, and detachment from worldly desires, so she had never experienced being so nervous before.

When the physician inserted the needles, pain shot through her calves. Shen Qingyao bit her lip tightly, her expression contorted in agony.

She gripped the sheets so tightly that she tore them.

Seeing this, Si Jingnian quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and held Shen Qingyao's hand, giving her a sense of security and strength.

Shen Qingyao was surprised for a moment, then immediately frowned because of the pain and bit her lip tightly.

She could feel the needle and thread piercing her flesh; the dense pain caused fine sweat to bead on her forehead.

After the bleeding stopped and the wound was stitched up, Shen Qingyao, who was already very weak due to excessive blood loss, could no longer hold on and fainted.

Si Jingnian only breathed a sigh of relief when the imperial physician said she was alright.

When Shen Qingyao woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day.

As soon as she woke up, Zou Daya hurriedly poured her water and helped her sit up, her voice filled with joy.

"Young Marshal's wife, you're finally awake. The young marshal has been watching over you for a whole day and night, and the madam has brought the family doctor to check on you several times. If you hadn't woken up, the family doctor would have lost his job."

Shen Qingyao felt a little dizzy, but she felt much better after drinking some water.

Where is Si Jingnian?

"The young marshal has been watching over you since last night and only left an hour ago. It was Lieutenant Ye who contacted him, saying that he had caught someone who had been shot."

Shen Qingyao initially nodded at Zou Daya's words without giving them much thought, but she soon sensed that something was amiss.

Si Jingnian should be catching the man in black robes who fought with them at the hospital; he was indeed shot at the time.

However, Shen Qingyao had a gut feeling that he wouldn't be caught by Si Jingnian's men so easily.

Putting aside his own abilities, he is also a member of the cult organization Bliss Society. Judging from his tone of voice, he should be a person of high status in Bliss Society. Such a person is even less likely to be captured by Si Jingnian's people.

Shen Qingyao felt a slight unease, but as soon as she moved her leg, she felt a piercing pain and had no choice but to give up.

……

As dawn broke, Si Jingnian still hadn't returned, and Shen Qingyao hadn't slept well all night.

It wasn't until the sun rose that voices could be heard outside, and soon Si Jingnian walked in looking quite disheveled.

Seeing Si Jingnian's appearance, Shen Qingyao knew that he must have encountered danger, but he had escaped.

Si Jingnian rushed to the bedside, his eyes filled with concern and joy as he looked at Shen Qingyao.

"Ayao, you're finally awake. Is anything bothering you? Are you hungry? I've asked Zou Daya to bring you breakfast."

Shen Qingyao thought that Si Jingnian was in such a hurry to find her because he wanted her help or to ask her to tell him something, but she didn't expect that he was just concerned about her.

"Thank goodness, where did you go? Why are you in such a mess?"

Si Jingnian then realized that his clothes were still covered in mud, and the abrasions on his face still caused a faint pain.

“I sent men to capture the man in the black robe last night. My men found him, but we didn’t expect that our men would be ambushed and lose dozens of brothers.”

"It was thanks to this jade pendant you gave me that I escaped a fatal attack."

As Si Jingnian spoke, he took out the jade pendant, carefully wiped it, and then put it into Shen Qingyao's hand.

“Ah Yao, I never expected you to save me again. Keep this jade pendant safe and don’t give it to anyone else.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao's expression became more solemn. She hadn't expected that the man in black robes would start dealing with them so quickly.

It seems that the so-called Bliss Society cult is quite powerful.

However, they currently know nothing about the Bliss Society; the enemy is in the dark while they are in the light, putting them in a very passive position.

“You can keep this jade pendant. The Bliss Society is a cult, and I am better able to protect myself than you are in this regard. This jade pendant is not of much use to me.”

Shen Qingyao frowned as she placed the jade pendant in Si Jingnian's hand, her tone filled with worry.

Si Jingnian also realized that the Bliss Society was quite powerful, and he was somewhat worried.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door. Shen Qingyao's nose twitched, her eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she silently made a hand seal.