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As they walked, Winter Solstice curiously asked, "Who is that person?"
Song Feiwan replied, "He has a medicinal herb that I need."
Winter Solstice's expression tightened as she lowered her voice, "But is it an antidote?"
Song Feiwan shook her head. "The concocted medicine can only delay the onset of the poison."
After a moment of silence, Winter Solstice sighed, "Well, that's still something."
Noticing her serious demeanor, Song Feiwan reassured her, "Things will work out when we get there; there's no need to rush."
As they spoke, they arrived at a shortcut.
It was a deep alleyway with high walls on either side, overgrown with unruly green vines that had been left unattended. The rain made the alley feel even more enclosed.
The stone-paved path was damp, and the sound of their embroidered shoes splashing against it echoed softly.
Around them were ordinary people holding umbrellas. Despite being shielded from the rain above, Song Feiwan felt an unsettling sensation that someone was watching her.
A breeze swept through, bringing with it a faint chill of damp earth.
A sense of foreboding rose within her as she grasped Winter Solstice's hand and whispered, "Let's move faster."
If she were to lower her umbrella and look up to the right at that moment, she would see someone sitting by the window of the Mingzhu Pavilion, coldly observing the small alley.
The entire building had been cleared out except for two tall foreign men standing beside him—Zhuo Da and Zhuo from a few days ago at the medical hall.
Zhuo leaned forward and counted again, commenting with a hint of amusement, "They've sent someone; quite an impressive display."
Sitting by the window was Jianan, his long fingers idly swirling a porcelain cup of tea. The steam rose in delicate wisps.
The tea was scalding hot, releasing fragrant tendrils into the air.
His dark phoenix eyes lowered, lashes thick like raven feathers. Dressed in a wide-sleeved brocade robe, his complexion was pale and cool; his black hair flowed like a waterfall—truly an image of noble elegance.
His lightly tinted lips parted slightly as he spoke in an extremely indifferent tone: "Three people."
"Hmm?" Zhuo counted again and confirmed with surprise, "It's indeed three."
Zhuo Da could no longer bear to watch and helplessly said, "Those two women sharing an umbrella with the others are not in cahoots with them."
Upon closer inspection, Zhuo noticed that their dresses were light-colored, unsuitable for an ambush. As they moved, there was no hint of murderous intent.
Innocent people? Zhuo clicked his tongue, feeling quite unlucky.
The tea had cooled slightly. Jian Nan took a delicate sip, his handsome face showing no trace of sympathy.
Soon, the sound of urgent hoofbeats echoed from the other side of the alley.
Two horses approached, each carrying a rider.
The man in front was tall and clad in a sharp black outfit, his feet encased in black boots. He wore no raincoat but had a dark red cloak tied around him, a wide-brimmed hat shading his face, revealing a jawline as chiseled as if carved from stone.
On the horse behind him was presumably his attendant, whose gray robe had been soaked by the rain.
"Make way!" The attendant shouted as the carriage rushed into the alley.
Zhuo wore an expression of anticipation. "Here they come! Ever since we arrived in the capital, this Rong Jiayi has been causing us trouble, relying on his position as Minister of Justice. It's truly infuriating! Many want him dead; if someone reveals his whereabouts this time, he’ll surely suffer!"
As for the two women caught in this mess, they could only hope for their own good fortune.
Yao observed the unfolding drama with a face as beautiful as jade but appeared somewhat disinterested. Her thin lips pressed together as she lowered her gaze, lost in thought.
In the alley, the horses galloped closer.
"Dong Zhi!" she exclaimed softly. "Be careful!"
She instinctively pushed Song Feiwan aside, tilting the umbrella slightly.
In just a few breaths, the two horses were almost upon them.
The hooves splashed high arcs of water. Amidst the spray, Song Feiwan keenly spotted several flashes of cold light!
Her pupils constricted as she quickly grasped Dong Zhi's wrist and pulled her close!
In a split second, everyone around them drew their hidden soft swords from their waists. Several blades glinting with murderous intent slashed toward their direction!
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