Chapter 468 Critical Condition (4)_1
"Aoow—" Little Flower understood her master’s intention, obediently nuzzled her hand with its large head, and then called out to Maomao.
To save a life was as urgent as putting out a fire, and Mo Yan dared not delay any longer. She quickly left the Space with Little Flower and Maomao.
The room’s door was being banged fiercely, accompanied by the anxious shouts of Xin Er, Mo Wu, and others. Mo Yan swiftly opened the door, and under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Maomao, with wings fluttering rapidly, soared into the high skies, and soon became a small black dot that disappeared under the blue sky and white clouds; Little Flower was no exception, spreading its hooves like a speeding Arrow, and ran out of the yard following the direction Maomao had flown, quickly vanishing from sight...
Faced with the concerned greetings from Xin Er and the others, Mo Yan’s mind was in turmoil, uncertain how to explain. Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, though they were very worried, they dared not press her for information and could only convince her to lie down and rest.
Mo Yan’s mind was in disarray, so she lay on the bed pretending to be sound asleep according to their suggestion, and once they left, she suddenly opened her eyes, her mind whirring rapidly as she pondered what dangers Xiao Ruiyuan might have encountered.
In his last letter, he had clearly stated that he would return by mid-April. Today was already the eighteenth of April. Based on the timeline, he ought to be on the road, or even very close to Jing City. As the commander of the 100,000 Army, he had emerged victorious this time, not only retaking lost cities but also slaying tens of thousands of enemies, inflicting severe damage to the Bai people’s morale, to the point where they dared not invade Great Chu again for some time. At this moment, his reputation was at its peak—who would harm him now?
Could it be political rivals? Or the Bai people, unwilling to accept defeat, sent assassins to kill him? Or... due to his outstanding achievements, did he provoke the jealousy of those in power, who wished to get rid of him?
Considering the last possibility, Mo Yan’s face drained of color, a wave of suffocating pain surged in her chest, nearly leaving her breathless. Looking at the dried blood in her palm, she wished she could sprout wings and fly to his side to ensure he was safe with her own eyes.
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Near a small river where the grassland was stained red with blood, there appeared nearly a hundred warriors in combat attire. They held Sharp Swords and formed a circle, faithfully guarding the person in the middle, not even allowing a fly to pass through. These warriors were the elite Guards of the Prince’s Mansion, who had been ordered by the Crown Prince to rendezvous with Doctor Gui and assist Xiao Ruiyuan but had arrived a step too late.