Hearing the name of Miss Wanyu, the buzz around her became even louder.

"This impolite young master is actually related to Miss Miaoyu? Tsk, tsk, tsk... I really can't tell. Normally, Miss Miaoyu is soft-spoken, but I didn't expect the servants around me to be so rude."

Qin Huawu finally couldn't bear it after hearing this. How could he look like the servant of Wan Yu?

"Shut up, everyone!"

Qin Huawu has a bad temper. If he hadn't been on the street now, he would have used a handful of powder to silence all these nonsense talkers.

But when Wan Yu, who was sitting in the carriage, heard his name, he opened the curtain and came out.

"Grandma, are you sick?"

Her voice was gentle and soft, as if a lingering drizzle could bring hope to people.

The old woman nodded quickly, not knowing what she was thinking of, and suddenly shook her head, "No, it's not me who is sick, it's my old man."

At this point, her tears fell down as if they were free of charge.

"I don't know what strange disease my old man has. He's seeking medical treatment everywhere to no avail. Our family's financial resources are about to be wiped out. Old lady, I know Miss Wanyu is the most kind-hearted. Please help me!"

The old woman's voice was heartbreaking, and many people around her couldn't help wiping their tears and saying good things for her.

"Miss Wanyu, just help her."

"Miss Wlika will definitely help. If we poor people have any incurable diseases that cannot be cured, we can ask Miss Wheat. This old lady is so pitiful, she will definitely not stand idly by."

Qin Huawu didn't think there was anything pitiful about this old woman. Life, old age, illness and death were what everyone should face.

He was watching with cold eyes, and suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled by someone. He looked down and saw Wiaoyu looking at him with an almost pleading look.

"Brother, can I go back later? This old lady looks so pitiful."

Her voice was not loud, but just enough for everyone around her to hear.

Everyone around was staring at Qin Huawu, as if Miaoyu would have done something terrible if he didn't go today.

After all, he was going to go with him, and he wasn't worried about what Wheatfish might do. He curled his lips and said nonchalantly: "I didn't say not to let you go. If you want to go, I'll just go with you."

So the old woman and Wanyu got into the carriage together, and the coachman followed the old woman's directions and drove slowly out of the city.

The road the old woman pointed to was bumpy and bumpy, making the carriage's journey very difficult.

Qin Huawu felt nauseated, her face turned pale, and she urged impatiently, "It's been so long, why haven't you arrived yet?"

The old woman's hollow voice came from inside the carriage, "Young master, please be more considerate. The old woman's family is poor, so she lives farther away."

Soon, the carriage arrived at a deserted place, which looked less and less like it was inhabited.

At this time, Qin Huawu suddenly felt some abnormal movement inside the carriage, rustling, he frowned, and didn't have time to turn around.

A strong gust of wind blew past his ears. He pushed the coachman next to him out of the carriage, used Qing Kung Fu, and rolled over from the carriage.

The stooped old woman in the car turned into a strong-looking young man.

The soft sword in his hand was placed across Miaoyu's neck.

"I finally found a chance. Since there is nothing we can do to Nangong Ling, let's touch his woman. You go back and tell him that if he still wants Wiaoyu's life, come to the Chenghuang Temple outside the city. Otherwise... don't

Want to see her again."

"Senior brother!" Wiaoyu pretended to struggle twice.

"Oh." Qin Huawu lowered her head, and all the doubts she had on the way here were suddenly cleared.

The assassin was already a little impatient, "We must let Nangong Ling come in person."

After saying that, he left with some witty words.

The driver rolled around on the ground, covered in grass clippings.

The situation just now was so thrilling that he was still frightened. Looking at the assassin's leaving figure, he was extremely worried.

"Sir, should we go rescue Miss Wanyu?"

Qin Huawu glanced at him with a relaxed expression.

"Didn't you hear? He said he wanted to see Nangong Ling. I'm not Nangong Ling. How can I save her?"

He was almost certain that those people were the people from the Western Regions who entered Prince Sheng's Mansion that day and assassinated Nangong Ling. They may not have known that Wiaoyu's identity had been revealed to them.

He actually directed and acted in such a play.

I just don’t know what Nangong Ling would do.

He patted the frightened coachman and urged: "Let's go back first."

"But……"

The coachman wanted to say something else, but Qin Huawu glared at him and swallowed his words.

The carriage staggered back to Kyoto City.

During dinner in the evening, Qin Si suddenly realized that the witty words were not there.

He was startled, "Where's the punchline?"

Qin Huawu ate the vegetables with a nonchalant look on her face, "I was kidnapped."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was hit hard with chopsticks.

Qin Si was furious, "Do you still remember what Nangong Ling told you? You were kidnapped, and you still have the heart to eat here?"

"Why don't I have any thoughts? Those people are obviously on the same side as Wanyu, and they won't do anything to her."

"I'm really going to be pissed off by you. If Wiaoyu goes back to the Western Regions with those people, Nangong Ling's chance of winning will be reduced by another 10%."

He really wanted to pry open Qin Huawu's head and see what was inside.

Qin Huawu covered her wrist, but she understood the seriousness of the matter. Looking at the half-eaten dinner, she suddenly lost her appetite.

"I know, I'm going to tell Nangong Ling now."

He put down his chopsticks, sighed, and staggered out.

Imperial Tombs of the Yan Dynasty.

With Qian Weide's care, the eunuchs who teased Nangong Ling have also restrained themselves a lot, and there is plenty of lamp oil in the house at night.

The room was bright and bright, and the closed door was knocked rhythmically.

Nangong glanced at it and asked An Qi to open the door.

"Your Highness."

Qian Weide came in nonchalantly. It was already late autumn, and as soon as the door opened, a bit of cold wind leaked in from outside.

Rubbing his fingers that were frozen outside, his voice became warmer with the warmth of his body.

"Your Highness, is there anything you're missing these days? I'll let you help me fill it in."

Nangong Ling put down the book in her hand and said quietly: "Father, there is no need to be busy. I am just a commoner now, just like everyone else."

Qian Weide nodded, "Yes, yes, His Highness said so."
Chapter completed!