Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Hurry up!
Zhan Lan looked at the man holding a dagger against her in the carriage and said, “Li Sui, I know you have a red Copper Coin birthmark on your right arm, and I also know that you are skilled in assassination.”
Zhan Lan said all this in one breath, and the masked man felt her words to be eerily terrifying.
His dagger drew closer to Zhan Lan’s neck, warning her, “Who exactly are you! Speak, or I’ll kill you right now!”
“My na is Zhan Lan, and I am the Main General of the Brave Army. It seems your master did not inform you of my identity.” Zhan Lan stared into his eyes, showing no trace of fear.
Upon hearing the na Zhan Lan, the masked man’s body stiffened, and he was montarily stunned.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhan Lan secretly took out a packet of powder from her sleeve and held it tight in her palm, then continued, “I know more about you than your parents do, and I admire you. Co and join !”
If Li Sui didn’t believe her, she would knock him out and take him away.
Suddenly, Li Sui, lowering his voice, said to Zhan Lan, “General Zhan, run!”
Whoosh—a Death Guard on horseback was shot dead by Yun He. He caught up to the driverless carriage and took control of the horses’ reins.
Li Sui ran away in a panic, and Mu Yan galloped on his horse, took an arrow from Yun He, and aid at Li Sui’s back.
Zhan Lan stepped in front of Mu Yan and said, “Don’t kill him!”
Sensing Zhan Lan’s anxiety, Mu Yan angled his shot, hitting Li Sui’s arm instead.
Zhan Lan was relieved to see Li Sui escaping; fortunately, Mu Yan’s archery was not on point.
Otherwise, how could she face the Deputy General Li Sui, who in her past life hanged himself from the city tower for her sake!
Mu Yan dismounted, discarded his bow and arrow, and quickly walked to Zhan Lan’s side. He anxiously examined her body up and down.
Blood stained Zhan Lan’s sleeve and dress hem. Confirming the blood was flowing from the palm of her hand, Mu Yan felt sowhat relieved.
Mu Yan tore off his own clothes to dress Zhan Lan’s wound when Qin Shuang arrived and dismounted, staggering as she stood beside Zhan Lan. Once assured of Zhan Lan’s rescue, her pupils dilated, and her body went numb.
Qin Shuang, like soone who had narrowly escaped death, lost all her strength, and suddenly her vision turned pitch black as she fell headlong toward the ground.
Zhan Lan, with her quick reflexes, caught Qin Shuang and cried out urgently, “Mother!”
Before Qin Shuang fainted, the last word she heard was Zhan Lan calling out “Mother!”
An autumn breeze passed, and the yellow leaves fluttered and fell gently. Holding Qin Shuang, Zhan Lan murmured, “Mother, Mother…”
Her tears filled her eyes, calling out “Mother” again and again—as if she wanted to make up for all the years she hadn’t called her that.
Unconscious, Qin Shuang could still hear the increasingly heart-wrenching cries of Zhan Lan.
Mother!
She struggled to wake up but just couldn’t open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.
All the things she had once doubted beca clear at that mont. Why did Zhan Lan call her mother, why did she risk her life to save her?
Why?
One question after another tornted her, and she tried desperately to lift her hand to touch Zhan Lan’s cheek but couldn’t move at all.
Upon hearing the details from Yun He, Mu Yan looked at Zhan Lan and said, “Let’s head back first and have the doctor examine Lady Zhan’s injuries.”
Zhan Lan wiped away her tears and looked at Mu Yan. Like a wounded little animal that has no ti to tend to its own wounds, she was still thinking of protecting her mother.
Mu Yan felt a pang of heartache with just one glance.
Inside the carriage, Zhan Lan let Qin Shuang lean on her. Just monts before, when she was abducted, she had heard Qin Shuang’s heart-wrenching cry for Lan’er and seen her mother recklessly chasing after them.
It turned out that her mother loved her too.
Mu Yan watched from the side as Zhan Lan’s emotions gradually settled, her occasional sobs still breaking the silence.
He silently wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhan Lan’s eyes with a handkerchief.
When they arrived at the General Mansion, Zhan Beicang imdiately ca out upon receiving the news. He lifted the curtain of the palanquin and saw Zhan Lan’s eyes red and her body stained with blood, holding the unconscious Qin Shuang.
Zhan Beicang didn’t ask for details and imdiately picked up Qin Shuang, shouting, “Go get the doctor!”
Zhan Xuerou stepped down from the carriage and called out to him, “Father!”
Zhan Beicang turned his head and saw the congealed blood on Zhan Xuerou’s neck, which, though dried, still looked rather ghastly.
Qiuyue and ng Ling ca forward to support Zhan Xuerou. Zhan Beicang stopped, saw that Zhan Xuerou could still walk despite so superficial wounds, and said to Qiuyue, “Take the young mistress inside.”
Seeing the blood on Zhan Lan, Zhan Beicang urgently said, “Lan’er, co inside as well!”
Mu Yan helped Zhan Lan out of the carriage, and her eyes remained fixed on the unconscious Qin Shuang.
Not until Doctor Li arrived and took Qin Shuang’s pulse did he frown and say, “Lady Zhan has fallen unconscious without obvious injury or reason; this is typically due to severe emotional shock, overwheld by intense stress, unable to face or accept the situation for the mont. It’s just a temporary unconsciousness; General Zhan, do not worry.”
“I shall prescribe so calming dicine. Just ensure she takes them on ti.”
Doctor Li rose to examine Zhan Lan and Zhan Xuerou, “The third young mistress has a cut on her neck that is superficial, but it might leave a scar in the future. The fourth young mistress has a deeper wound on her hand that needs rest and care. Fortunately, since it’s on the palm, even if a scar is left, it won’t be too visible to the eye.”
Zhan Beicang handed over the consultation fee, saying, “Thank you for your trouble.”
“You are too courteous, General Zhan,” replied Doctor Li as he and his attendant packed up the dicinal chest and left.
Tears stread down Zhan Xuerou’s face, not because she was worried about her mother but because she was afraid of the unsightly scar that would mar her neck.
A woman with a knife scar on her neck—how would she face others in the future?
Moreover, Si Jun was fond of her fair skin. If he saw such an ugly scar on her neck, would he still like her?
The more Zhan Xuerou thought about it, the angrier she beca. Her eyes were fixed angrily on Zhan Lan; if Zhan Lan hadn’t recklessly tried to save her, she wouldn’t have gotten this scar.
But if Zhan Lan hadn’t saved her, what if she had died?
Zhan Xuerou’s emotions were complex, and she withdrew the murderous look from her eyes.
Zhan Beicang saw how Zhan Lan kept gazing at Qin Shuang on the bed, and doubts arose in his heart. Why did Zhan Lan look at Qin Shuang with such sadness? Her gaze seed more like that of a child looking at her mother.
He turned to Zhan Xuerou, who had a handmaid hold up a Copper Coin mirror for her, incessantly checking the wound on her neck.
The two of them had utterly different reactions.
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