The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Before we knew it, the night had fallen like a heavy black cloth, tightly wrapping the sky and the earth.

In a flash, bean-sized raindrops fell cracklingly, and soon formed a rain curtain with a huge momentum.

Wang Haipeng looked at the heavy rain outside the window, came into the room, and said to the coachman and Linglong sincerely: "The rain is too heavy, and the road is dark and muddy. You two should stay here for one night and continue your journey tomorrow when it is clear."

Linglong looked at the bad weather and nodded in agreement.

Although the coachman was a little hesitant, he did not object.

Then the coachman followed the soldiers into their room. The room was filled with a damp smell mixed with the sweat of the soldiers.

A few simple beds were placed randomly, and the quilts were worn and thin.

The coachman sat down carefully in the corner, and the soldiers sat or lay down, chatting about the march and their mission.

On the other side, Liu Xiaoyu looked determined, and after a glance, he said softly: "Leave two soldiers to watch Wang Hu, and the rest of you follow me into the secret passage. We must get the treasure out tonight."

His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the rainy night, carrying unquestionable majesty.

Everyone obeyed the order, packed up quickly, and followed Liu Xiaoyu towards the secret passage.

Liu Xiaoyu took the lead and walked into the secret passage, and a stale, stuffy atmosphere immediately came over.

The secret passage was pitch black, and everyone hurriedly took out their fire starters to light it up.

The faint firelight illuminated a small area around.

Everyone groped their way forward in the secret passage cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, for fear of triggering some mechanism or encountering unknown danger.

As they walked, they suddenly heard a faint sound in front of them. It seemed particularly eerie in this silent secret passage. Everyone tensed up instantly, clenched their weapons, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound...

The rain was like a waterfall, covering the entire world tightly, and the night became darker.

The two soldiers who stayed behind stayed in the house with Wang Hu and the coachman, looking through the old window at the rain outside.

Wang Hu stared at the pouring rain and suddenly yelled at the top of his voice: "Damn God, he's deliberately making things difficult for me!" His voice echoed in the house, filled with a bit of frustration and unwillingness.

The coachman could not help but feel puzzled, thinking to himself: How could this man, now a prisoner, be so bold as to curse the heavens in public?

A soldier beside him seemed to see what the coachman was thinking and whispered, "He is always like this, talking without restraint. Just ignore him and pretend you didn't hear him."

The soldier spoke in a low voice, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and indifference. After he finished speaking, he turned his attention back to the endless heavy rain outside the window.

The house fell into a brief silence for a moment, with only the noisy sound of raindrops hitting the ground and the roof.

The coachman frowned slightly, still feeling somewhat puzzled by Wang Hu's behavior. However, since he had been told by the soldiers not to pay attention to it, he suppressed his curiosity and stood quietly aside, waiting for the rain to pass, and also waiting for the subsequent changes that would come at an unknown time...

The rain was falling heavily, and it seemed as if only a vast expanse of water remained between heaven and earth.

Inside the house, Wang Hu stared at the heavy rain outside the window with bloodshot eyes. His facial muscles were twisted with anger and he began to curse in an obscene manner again.

"This God is really blind. I have kowtowed to him many times in my life, but how did he treat me? Those enemies who opposed me were able to live freely and die peacefully. What kind of justice is this!"

As he cursed, he pounded the table beside him hard. The tea bowls on the table clinked and the tea splashed out, flowing all over the table, as if he was also panicked by this out-of-control situation.

The coachman watched quietly from the side, thinking to himself: Could it be that this guy went mad after being caught?

Seeing that he is cursing more and more fiercely, I am afraid that he has accumulated too much resentment in his heart.

The two soldiers also looked annoyed at this moment, but they could not leave because of their duty, so they could only look at each other helplessly.

Outside the house, strong winds and heavy rain were beating against the doors and windows, as if God was angered by the groundless curse and was responding to Wang Hu's provocation in a more violent manner.

The tense atmosphere in the room continued to escalate with Wang Hu's shouting and cursing.

The rain poured down the eaves, splashing on the ground, making a monotonous and continuous sound.

The candlelight flickered in the room, illuminating Linglong's slightly tired face. She lay on her side on the bed, already having trouble falling asleep on this damp rainy night, and Wang Hu's shouting and cursing were like sharp needles, piercing her eardrums.

"Has this thief lost his mind? He is so arrogant that he even dares to insult God." Linglong frowned, secretly surprised.

The curse came clearly into her ears through the wall. Every word carried Wang Hu's resentment, echoing back and forth in this small space.

She turned over and tried to cover her ears with the quilt to block out the annoying noise, but the sound seemed to have penetrating power and still stubbornly penetrated into her mind.

Time passed slowly in this irritable atmosphere. Fortunately, Wang Hu was probably tired of cursing, and the sharp shouting finally stopped.

The world seemed to be silent in an instant, leaving only the low roar of wind and rain outside the window.

Linglong let out a long sigh, and her tense nerves relaxed. She readjusted her sleeping position and buried her face in the soft pillow. In this rare tranquility, she slowly closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift in the darkness, and gradually fell asleep.

In the farmer's hut where Xiyu temporarily lives, the candlelight flickers and light and shadows sway on the wall like a strange dance.

Inside the house, Xi Yu slightly raised his head and looked at the dark night sky outside the window. The stars were hidden behind the thick clouds, and there was no light at all.

He turned around, his eyes fell on Gan Mei's slightly haggard face, and his voice was low but gentle.

"It's getting late. You can rest here for a night. I will have the secret guards escort you back tomorrow."

Gan Mei nodded slightly.

Gan Mei and Xiao Hong walked into the room together. Xiao Hong's steps were a little slow and there was a hint of unnaturalness in her expression.

She lowered her head slightly, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, and stammered:

"Madam, I... Although I have lost my memory, I know in my heart that it is not right for a maid and a madam to stay in the same room. I am really afraid and afraid that it would be impolite." Her voice was soft and trembling a little, like a frightened deer, cautiously testing the world around her.

Gan Mei looked at Xiaohong's nervous expression, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm and kind smile.

She walked forward gently and took Xiaohong's hand. Her hands were soft and warm, and seemed to have a soothing power.

"Xiaohong, stop talking like that." Gan Mei's voice was as gentle and soothing as the spring breeze. "The situation is special now, so why bother with these empty formalities? It's not easy for you and I to be here safely. It's important to rest quickly and get enough rest."

Xiaohong raised her head, her eyes full of gratitude and emotion, and nodded slightly in response.

The two of them sat down on the bed and began to make it.

Outside the window, the night is as dark as ink, with the occasional chirping of insects, making the tranquility and warmth in the house even more precious.

Gan Mei lay down on her side, and Xiao Hong also lay down slowly, but her body was still a little tense.

Gan Mei said softly, "Go to sleep, Xiaohong, I'm here."

Under this gentle comfort, Xiaohong's breathing gradually stabilized, and sleepiness quietly came over her. Not long after, the two fell into a deep sleep in this quiet night. This night's rest also accumulated strength for the unknown journey tomorrow...

The rain gradually stopped, and the night became darker and heavier, like a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on the land.

It was almost dawn, and everything was quiet when a light and slightly chaotic sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the night.

Liu Xiaoyu was seen leading a group of soldiers, filing out from the secret exit of the secret passage. They looked tired but could not hide their excitement.

Liu Xiaoyu walked at the front of the team with an upright posture. Although she was covered in dust, she still exuded a resolute temperament.

They were carrying a heavy box in their hands, which was the treasure they had found after so many twists and turns.

The surface of the box is engraved with intricate patterns, and emits a mysterious luster under the dim light, as if telling the years and wealth it carries.

The soldiers' tense nerves finally relaxed, and they sat or stood, their faces filled with joy and pride after completing the mission. Several soldiers were sitting together, staring at the treasure on the table with fiery eyes in the dim candlelight, and talking in low voices.

The coachman was going to the toilet when he heard their conversation.

A dangerous and bold idea quietly grew in his mind: If he could get these treasures, wouldn't it completely change his destiny?

From then on, he bid farewell to the poor days of going out in the wind and rain and driving a cart for others, and lived a rich and luxurious life.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

There was a struggle between his conscience and his desire in his mind. His mind told him that this was a dangerous and immoral idea, but his greedy desire spread like wild weeds in his heart and gradually gained the upper hand.

The coachman gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he began to plan in his mind how to take the treasure for himself without anyone noticing...

The curtain of night was still thick, and the humid air filled the house, mixed with the sweat and fatigue of everyone.

Several soldiers slumped on the ground, their chests heaving violently, breathing heavily, their faces full of fatigue after exhaustion.

"Finally, we've solved the secret passage issue. I'm so exhausted!" A sturdy soldier wiped the sweat off his face, his voice full of fatigue and relief. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to his back, his hair was messy and scattered in front of his forehead, but his eyes showed a sense of relief after completing the task.

Liu Xiaoyu looked around at the exhausted soldiers in the room, her heart filled with emotion and heartache.

"Everyone is exhausted. Let's take turns guarding the treasure while the others take this opportunity to rest and catch up on some sleep."

When the soldiers heard this, a hint of gratitude and relief flashed in their eyes, and they nodded in agreement.

Soon, they arranged the rotation order.

Several soldiers, forcing themselves to stay tired and holding weapons, sat around the table where the treasure was placed, looking around vigilantly. Although sleepiness was pouring in like a tide, they still stuck to their duties.

The rest of the soldiers found a corner and lay down in their clothes.

After a while, snoring sounds began to rise in the house. The sounds intertwined together, seeming particularly loud in the silent night, yet making people feel at ease and secure.

Liu Xiaoyu looked at the sleeping soldiers and sighed softly. He also found a place to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.

However, his heart was hard to calm down. All kinds of thrilling scenes in the secret passage kept flashing in his mind. The subsequent disposal of the treasure and the series of problems that might arise were like heavy stones pressing on his heart.

But at this moment, he knew that everyone needed this moment of rest to meet the upcoming unknown challenges...

The night is as dark as water, and everything is silent. Only the occasional chirping of insects echoes softly in the deep night.

The coachman retreated back into the room, his eyes gradually becoming crazy, his gaze fixed on the sledgehammer in the corner. The heavy sledgehammer seemed to be the key to open the treasure door.

He rushed forward, gripping the hammer handle tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, then turned and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the treasure with desperate determination.

The soldiers were on duty when they suddenly saw the coachman rushing towards them wielding a sledgehammer. The leading soldier reacted very quickly and shouted, "You're looking for death!" He then dodged sideways and easily avoided the coachman's powerful blow, then kicked the coachman's wrist.

The coachman felt pain and loosened his grip, and the sledgehammer was taken away by the soldier.

The soldier swung the sledgehammer and hit the coachman's leg hard. The coachman immediately knelt on the ground, wailing in pain.

"You think you can steal the treasure?" The soldier snorted coldly and swung his fist towards the coachman's face. The coachman couldn't dodge in time and was hit with blood in his mouth and nose.

The other soldiers were awakened by the noise here. They got up from their sleep and immediately surrounded the scene when they saw it.

"what happened?"

"This lunatic wants to steal the treasure!"

They cursed at each other and punched and kicked the coachman like raindrops.

The coachman huddled on the ground with his hands on his head. The initial madness had long since disappeared, leaving only endless fear and despair.

Wang Haipeng was awakened by the noise outside. He quickly got up, dressed, and hurried out. He saw the coachman lying on the ground with blood all over his face, surrounded by a group of stern-looking soldiers.

"What's going on?" Wang Haipeng asked with a frown.

A soldier said, "The coachman tried to rob the treasure at night with a sledgehammer, but we caught him."

As he was speaking, Liu Xiaoyu came over.

There was a fierce look in his eyes.

Hearing what the soldier said, he quickly walked up to the coachman, raised his hand and slapped him. The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

"How dare you!" Liu Xiaoyu shouted angrily, "Come here, tie him up for me, and hand him over to the government tomorrow. Let him experience the severe punishment of the law."

The soldiers immediately took orders and took ropes to tie up the coachman tightly.

The coachman had been beaten unconscious and was mumbling incoherent words for mercy.

Wang Haipeng stood aside, watching all this quietly, sighing in his heart that the coachman's greed had ultimately brought him to his own death. He wondered how the government would deal with this reckless criminal tomorrow.

Linglong woke up slowly, and the sunlight poured in through the carved window lattices, illuminating the tranquility in the house.

She stretched, stood up, washed up briefly, and walked towards the hall, completely unaware of the thrilling incident that happened last night.

When I stepped into the hall, I saw that everyone had different expressions.

She felt a chill in her heart, and vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Before she could ask, Liu Xiaoyu sat in the main seat and said coldly: "The coachman had evil intentions and tried to steal the treasure last night. Now he has been sent to the government."

Linglong was incredulous when she heard this: "How could this happen? He was fine yesterday..."

"You can't judge a person by his appearance," Wang Haipeng said, "The lure of the treasure ultimately made him think evil and embark on this path of no return."

Linglong looked at the blue sky outside, her thoughts drifting away.

Liu Xiaoyu picked up the teacup, took a sip, then looked at Linglong and said slowly, "Now that the coachman has been sent to prison, we can't delay our journey. You have to hire another carriage."

Linglong nodded slightly, but her eyes revealed a hint of hesitation. After a moment, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Can I ride in the same carriage with you? I am going to Youzhou, but I did not bring any customs clearance documents with me this time. I wanted to ask the Prime Minister for help when I arrived in Youzhou. To be honest, I am the princess of the Parthian Empire. Some time ago, the Prime Minister wrote a letter to the King of our country, persuading my father not to send anyone to look for me. I think the Prime Minister will be willing to help me this time."

After saying that, Linglong bowed slightly, with a hint of expectation and uneasiness in her eyes. She didn't know what kind of response her sudden confession would get, but in the current situation, only by telling the truth, perhaps there would be a possibility of moving forward.

Liu Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard Linglong's words.

He looked at Linglong carefully, as if to confirm the truthfulness of her words.

After a moment, Liu Xiaoyu put down the handkerchief and said softly, "In that case, you should first stay at the Wen Family Inn, which is not far from the border crossing, and make plans after the Prime Minister comes back."

Linglong's eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly bowed and said gratefully: "Thank you, Lord Liu and everyone for your help. Linglong really has no way to repay you. In this foreign country, I am very lucky to have such care from you all."

Liu Xiaoyu waved her hand slightly, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Princess, you don't have to be so polite. It's just a small favor. It's fate that we've been together for so long. But this inn is simple, I hope you won't mind it."

After packing up a bit, everyone set off for Wen's Inn.

Linglong sat in the carriage, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, secretly thinking about what would happen after she met the Prime Minister. She was also full of anxiety and anticipation for the future journey.

Liu Xiaoyu and others were also quietly discussing this sudden appearance of the Parthian princess, wondering what changes her appearance would bring to the journey... (End of this chapter)