Chapter 312: Nangong Yi Is Here (1)_1
In the side room at the backyard of ’Shi Zhen Tang’ medical center, the atmosphere was heavy with grief. Fei’er and Lady Du wailed in agony, Wu’er, and Wen’er also cried in despair. Mu Zhongqing, his face pallid, strained against his illness to stumble off the Kang, intending to personally go to the county government office to report the crime.
The shopkeeper at Shi Zhen Tang was a compassionate sort, moved by their pitiful plight and also by the young lady who had been abducted, who had always been kind and generous to him. Therefore, he stayed with them in their room, trying to offer words of comfort.
When he heard that Mu Zhongqing wanted to report the crime, he tried to dissuade him. "Elder Mu, in my humble opinion, you should save your energy. Who doesn’t know that the county official is in cahoots with those Liaodan savages? They’ve taken the money from the Liaodan people and have been causing all sorts of harm to the people of the Great Jin!"
Mu Zhongqing refused to believe. He assumed that an noble official of the court, living off the royal salary, would definitely not assist foreign tribes in oppressing their own people. Therefore, ignoring the pleas of the shopkeeper, he stubbornly struggled on, clutching his chest and weaving unsteadily toward the door of the medical center...
Seeing that her husband was about to go out and report the crime, Lady Du too weeping, followed him, supporting him while leading their children. As a family, they walked solemnly towards the county government office intending to report the lawless Liaodan savages.
They hadn’t gone far from Shi Zhen Tang when a sudden burst of hurried hooves resounded from a distance. As the sound of hooves echoed closer and closer, Wen’er raised his head and upon seeing the young man on horseback, he was overwhelmed with joy and began to yell.
"Master is here, thank goodness, elder sister’s master is here!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Zhongqing and his wife reacted as though they were hearing the Buddha’s sermon. They anxiously turned their heads to look.
Indeed, they saw at the end of the street, an elegant gentleman in a black cloak riding a horse, approaching them from amidst the throngs of snowflakes falling from the misty fog. Behind him were his intimidating guards and the kind-looking Manager Li.
"Master... master..."
Wen’er, waving his hands, darted out into the middle of the road, jumping up and down in an attempt to attract the riding man’s attention.
"Wen’er!"