The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Countless soldiers surged toward the stone like a tidal wave.

Stone was agile and wielded his long sword with great force. The flashing light of the sword made many soldiers fear and retreat.

Even with his extraordinary bravery, he was eventually surrounded. Two fists could not fight against four hands, and as time went by, his strength gradually gave out.

Sitting in the speeding carriage, Song Wenjun was extremely anxious and couldn't help but look back frequently.

Just then, she saw a sharp arrow streak across the sky like a meteor, shooting straight at the stone.

The arrow was too fast; Shi Tou couldn't dodge it in time and was pierced through the heart.

He jolted violently, nearly dropping the long sword from his hand.

Before he could even catch his breath, more soldiers swarmed forward.

A cold glint flashed as the soldiers' weapons came flying at him.

The stone was isolated and helpless, and was eventually felled to the ground by a flurry of blades, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Upon witnessing this tragic scene, Song Wenjun's eyes instantly reddened, tears blurring her vision, her heart filled with grief and anger.

It turns out she wasn't alone; her brother was with her too.

The sound of horses' hooves kicked up a cloud of dust as the carriage carrying Song Wenjun sped forward like lightning.

Before long, another carriage quickly caught up from the side and rode alongside Song Wenjun's carriage.

Xiao Tao gripped Song Wenjun's hand tightly, her eyes filled with reluctance and determination, and said, "Your Highness, you must take good care of yourself in the days to come."

Song Wenjun looked at Xiao Tao, her eyes reddening. She nodded heavily, her voice choked with sobs: "Xiao Tao, you must come back alive. Yan Yan and I are both hoping for your safety."

"Mmm!" Xiao Tao responded forcefully, holding back her tears. She took one last deep look at Song Wenjun, gritted her teeth, and jumped into the other carriage.

Yan Yan leaned against the car window, stretched out his little hand, and handed Xiao Tao a few Thunder Eggs, saying earnestly, "Auntie Xiao Tao, these are for you. You can use them if you encounter danger; they can save your life."

Xiao Tao took the Thunder Egg, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She reached out and touched Yan Yan's head, saying, "Yan Yan, you must protect your mother, okay?"

Yan Yan nodded vigorously, her little face flushed red, her eyes revealing a determination beyond her years: "I will, Aunt Xiao Tao, you must be careful too."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the coachman suddenly yanked the reins, and the two carriages, like wild horses, sped off in different directions.

In an instant, dust billowed up, gradually separating the two carriages onto different roads, and they went further and further away.

The carriage was traveling south when suddenly a faint sound came from the roof.

As if sensing her thoughts, Yan Yan happily called out towards the roof of the car, "Master!"

Da da da……

The carriage sped along the rugged road, its wheels rolling and making a dull thud.

Suddenly, three light and rhythmic tapping sounds came from the roof of the car.

Yan Yan's already bright eyes lit up instantly, her smile widening as she excitedly told Song Wenjun, "Mother, Master has caught up!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun's already furrowed brows deepened with worry. She leaned closer to the carriage window and called out, "May I ask, Your Majesty, what is the situation in the city now?"

Her heart felt like it was being pulled by countless threads, with so many people and things on her mind.

She worried about the safety of the Prince of Nanyang's mansion and the General's mansion, and whether the servants who had served them for many years could escape this calamity.

And what about Xiao Tao? Did she manage to escape successfully?

However, it was completely silent outside.

Apart from the rumbling of wheels on the ground, there was no other response.

Yan Yan stared at the roof of the car, her little head full of questions.

Just then, he suddenly smelled a pungent, bloody odor.

Her face instantly changed color, her eyes widened in terror, and she cried out, "Master, are you injured?"

However, there was still no response from outside the car, and the deathly silence made the atmosphere even more tense.

Song Wenjun's heart tightened, and she hurriedly shouted, "Stop the car!"

Upon hearing the order, the coachman quickly tightened the reins, bringing the carriage to an abrupt stop.

A figure tumbled straight down from the roof of the carriage. The driver reacted quickly and reached out to catch her, preventing her from falling heavily from the carriage.

"Your Highness, the young master's master has fainted." The coachman struggled to hold Mei and turned to report anxiously into the carriage.

Song Wenjun was extremely anxious and said, "Quickly, help him in!"

Mrs. Xu, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to lend a hand, and the two carefully helped Mei into the car.

The carriage was already cramped, and with the addition of a comatose woman, the interior suddenly felt even more crowded.

Looking at the cramped space, then at Song Wenjun and Yan Yan, Xu Mama hurriedly said, "Your Highness, this old servant will go outside and squeeze in with the coachman."

There was really no other way at the moment, and Song Wenjun nodded helplessly.

Mei lay quietly in the carriage, her body covered in blood.

The originally dark red clothes were now mixed with blood, making it difficult to distinguish the bloodstains.

Blood dripped slowly down his arm, staining the carriage floor a dark, bloody stain—a horrifying sight.

Yan Yan had never seen her master, who was usually so powerful, lying so fragilely in front of her.

His large eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled with sobs as he anxiously cried out, "Master, don't die! Wake up..."

However, Mei kept her eyes tightly closed and did not react.

Yan Yan forced back her tears and hastily wiped them away from her face.

Then he opened his little hand, and in the blink of an eye, some healing medicines appeared in his hand.

Those bottles and jars were exquisite and small, radiating a strange luster.

When Song Wenjun saw this scene, she was horrified.

She was deeply shocked. How many secrets did her son still hold that no one knew?

They actually possessed such a wondrous treasure.

After the initial shock, Song Wenjun composed herself and calmed down.

"Don't worry, Yan Yan. Your master is just injured and has lost too much blood. He'll be fine. I'll help you." Song Wenjun suppressed her surprise and gently comforted Yan Yan while taking the medicine from her.

Although she is not a professional doctor, Qin Qing has been by her side for many years, and through this exposure, she has learned some basic medical skills.

She could manage to bandage someone's wounds easily.

Hearing her mother's words, Yan Yan forced back her grief and nodded vigorously.

He carefully took off Mei's shirt and discovered that Mei had a deep knife wound on her chest.

The wound was gruesome, stretching from his chest to his shoulder blade; no wonder blood was flowing continuously down his arm.

Song Wenjun took a deep breath, quickly opened a medicine bottle, and carefully poured the medicine onto Mei's wound.

The moment the powder touched the wound, Mei's body trembled slightly.

Then, Song Wenjun picked up the bandage and skillfully bandaged him up.

Round and round she went, her movements gentle yet swift.

Finally, Mei's wound stopped bleeding.