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Seeing Lu Jingchuan remain silent, Song Qingqian sighed softly: "I'm just making a suggestion. You have to decide for yourself how to do it. After all, the Eighth Prince is your own nephew, and no one else can interfere."

"Qianqian, you are my wife, not someone else."

Lu Jingchuan held her hands tightly and explained earnestly, "Qianqian, you have the right to interfere in or participate in anything I do. We are a whole, and I will not hide anything from you."

"Yes, I understand!"

Song Qingqian smiled gently, withdrew her hand, and instructed, "It's getting late, I'm going back to sleep. You should think it over carefully and see which option is better!"

“Qianqian…”

Lu Jingchuan looked at her reluctantly, but Song Qingqian had already gotten off the carriage and turned to walk towards the room.

The next day, before dawn, the officers and soldiers went from room to room urging each other to eat breakfast and prepare to depart.

Song Qingqian got out of bed and realized that Lu Jingchuan hadn't come back in the middle of the night.

I quickly cooked some meat porridge in the morning, and the officers and soldiers urged me to set off.

When the old lady learned what had happened to the Yu family last night, she was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. She never imagined that her eldest brother could do such a cruel and inhumane thing.

Hu has been married into the Yu family for several years, and she has been dutiful and respectful to her parents-in-law. The family has always lived in harmony. What has happened now that has to escalate to such a bitter fight?

"Have you seen your uncle?"

The old lady, her face grim, pressed on with further questions. The exiles were a mixed group, and she hadn't seen Old Man Yu in the procession, which worried her.

"no!"

Lu Xieyue pouted.

Song Qingqian explained, "He's no longer with the exile team. Last night, a murder occurred, and the soldiers took him directly to the yamen."

"Is it still possible to get out?"

The old lady asked anxiously, because they were still family members from the same mother. Although they had severed ties, their affection for each other remained.

Song Qingqian shook her head helplessly: "He was already an exile, and now he's committed murder, he's beyond saving!"

"Hey!"

The old lady sighed repeatedly and said nothing more; she would only feel ashamed to say anything more.

Now, only Old Madam Yu and her son remain in the entire Yu family, and the son is still quite incompetent.

Bored, Song Qingqian turned around and her eyes met Song Weilan's. Seeing Song Weilan's gritted teeth and itchy-toothed expression, Song Qingqian rolled her eyes speechlessly.

The ancient city was desolate everywhere, and a strong wind blew up a cloud of dust.

Lu Jingchuan had just opened his eyes from the sandstorm when he saw another gust of sand swirling in.

The wind was so strong that Big Yellow was almost swept away, but luckily Lu Jingchuan reacted quickly and grabbed its tail, stuffing Big Yellow into the carriage.

The horses couldn't see the road and kept going in circles. The exiled caravan was swept into the yellow sand, their eyes closed, huddled together, afraid to move.

"It's...it's a tornado!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"My little one!"

Wang cried out in alarm, only to see that Wang Ziwang had not held Wang Laotai's hand tightly and was swept up by the sandstorm, flying straight into the sky.

Wang Beimu, disregarding the frightened donkey, snatched a whip from a nearby soldier, lashed it upwards, and pulled his son down.

"My little one!"

Wang rushed over and hugged her son tightly, shielding him beneath her body.

Then several more exiles were swept away by the tornado...

Even though the two horses belonging to the Lu family were not swept away by the strong wind, they were so frightened that they broke free from the reins in Lu Jingchuan's hands and fled in an instant.

The carriage was thrown up and lurched backward. The two Lu brothers used all their strength to steady the carriage and bring it to a stop on the side of the road.

Lu Yunqi said anxiously, "Chuan'er, protect the family, I'm going to chase after the horse!"

"Forget about the horse, family is more important!"

"But how will we get there without horses?"

Lu Yunqi retorted, insisting on chasing after the horse, just as the two were arguing.

Song Qingqian lifted the curtain, and instantly a tornado rushed towards the carriage. She and Lu Jingchuan on the side frantically pulled the curtain together to prevent the tornado from passing through the carriage.

Just when she thought she had escaped a disaster, she was suddenly pushed from behind. As she landed, Song Qingqian reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist.

"It's you!"

As soon as Song Qingqian finished speaking, the two of them were instantly swept into the yellow sand.

"Qianqian!"

Lu Jingchuan lunged forward, but the tornado had already passed, and he missed!

Song Qingqian vaguely heard Lu Jingchuan's voice and shouted anxiously:

"Don't worry about me, protect the people in the carriage!"

"Qianqian!"

Lu Jingchuan didn't give up and used his lightness skill to catch up...

Lu Yunqi was filled with remorse, but he was powerless to do anything about it. All he could do now was protect the people in the carriage.

Song Weilan was terrified and clung tightly to Song Qingqian, refusing to let go. Swirling around in the tornado, she was so dizzy that she didn't know what time it was. She only wanted Song Qingqian to die, not to be buried with her!

"Song Weilan, if you want to die, then go ahead and die. Don't drag me down with you. You're not worthy!"

Suddenly, a dagger appeared in Song Qingqian's hand, and she stabbed it directly at Song Weilan's wrist.

Ah ~

Song Weilan screamed, but still showed no intention of letting go of Song Qingqian.

Unable to shake her off, Song Qingqian ruthlessly severed the tendons in her hands and kicked her away.

In the blink of an eye, Song Weilan's figure had disappeared at the end of the tornado.

The moment Song Qingqian looked down, she suddenly saw that Lu Jingchuan had also been swept into the tornado.

"Qianqian!"

Lu Jingchuan saw Song Qingqian's figure and tried his best to rush over, but how could his strength withstand the tornado? He was instantly thrown back a distance.

"What are you doing following me? Don't you want to live anymore?"

Just as Song Qingqian uttered a complaint, she saw Lu Jingchuan enter the center of the tornado. As they drew closer, they both reached out their hands. Just as Song Qingqian grasped Lu Jingchuan's hand, she pulled him directly into the space.

Before Lu Jingchuan fell into a coma, he vaguely saw a beautiful paradise, with mansions built of gold bricks, vast grasslands, and quietly flowing rivers and mountains...

so close!

Song Qingqian was panting heavily from exhaustion. She wanted to throw Lu Jingchuan onto the bed, but after glancing at his dusty outer robe, she shook her head helplessly.

Not knowing how long he could stay in the space, Song Qingqian quickly went to the bathroom to finish quickly. When she came out feeling refreshed, Lu Jingchuan was still not awake.

After browsing the bean-making system for a while, Song Qingqian suddenly saw Lu Jingchuan's figure flash beside her. She quickly hugged him, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were out of the space.

Song Qingqian had just carefully timed it. It seemed that people from the outside world could only stay in her space for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. After that, they would be automatically removed from the space.

Looking at the bushes around her, Song Qingqian was a little confused. Where was she? She hurriedly shook Lu Jingchuan.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

We're lost!

While shaking Lu Jingchuan, Song Qingqian took out a compass to find her bearings.

The chances of finding those two horses were slim, so she took out another one from her spatial storage. One horse shouldn't seem out of place, and the remaining one would depend on the situation.