Love Lock

Chapter 105 Boru's Arrow
No sooner had she finished speaking than Da Jiu rushed in, looking travel-worn. He handed the letter to Han Lei with a beaming smile.

“Miss. This is a letter from the Prince. The Prince originally wanted to come and take you back to Cangzhou in person. But Prefect Sun of Cangzhou is keeping the Prince occupied with other matters and can’t leave, so he wrote this letter and asked me to bring it back.”

"Okay! I understand. Da Jiu, thank you for your hard work. But you might have to work a little longer. Go eat and rest first, I'll come find you later."

After saying that, Han Lei asked Tao Qing to take Da Jiu to eat and rest. After dismissing Yang's mother and the others, she took Zhao Zun's letter and went back to her room, leaving only two servants kneeling pitifully in the courtyard.

After returning to her room, Han Lei didn't rush to read Zhao Zun's letter. There was a more urgent matter waiting for her: to have Da Jiu deliver the antidote to the capital as quickly as possible to save Wei Chengchao.

According to the two servants, Wei Chengchao was extremely angry. When they left the capital, Wei Chengchao summoned several concubines to relieve his pent-up anger.

Given the strenuous exercise and the loss of kidney essence, Wei Chengchao, that coward, will only die faster than these two servants, based on the timeline.

Wei Chengchao was the public face of all her businesses in the capital. Poisoning Wei Chengchao was simply to control and use him, but she absolutely could not let him die.

Han Lei took out three small porcelain bottles from her spatial storage, each containing enough antidote for three months. Then, she called over her brother, who could write, to the courtyard. She dictated the words, and her brother quickly wrote two letters.

One letter was addressed to Uncle Liu, who owned an inn in the capital, and the other was addressed to that coward Wei Chengchao.

After doing all this, Han Lei found Da Jiu, handed him the letter, silver notes, and antidote, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

"Don't worry, young lady. Da Jiu will definitely handle this matter perfectly."

Da Jiu carefully tucked all the items into his pocket, then nodded solemnly.

"You just returned from Cangzhou, and we're in a rush to get you to the capital. You've had a hard time. After you've finished your business, you can rest well at an inn in the capital. We'll contact you about the follow-up matters once Yang Haibo and Tang Xiaotong arrive in the capital."

Han Lei's face was full of apology, but rescuing Wei Chengchao was of utmost urgency, and Da Jiu would be her designated contact person with Wei Chengchao in the future. Therefore, this matter would have to be handled by Da Jiu.

"Da Jiu isn't working hard at all. I'm already looking forward to our business opening in the capital! Hahaha..."

Da Jiu clasped his hands in a fist salute, and carrying his entire business plan for the capital city, along with two attendants, he set off on his journey to the capital with high spirits...

………I am the alluring dividing line………

Two flowers bloom, each telling a different story. On the other side, on the Turkic steppe...

Deep in the vast grasslands, the breath of spring has not yet completely dispelled the chill of winter, and the March wind still carries a biting sensation, but on this boundless land, life has quietly revived.

The grassland is covered in green, and wildflowers peek out from the grass, as if nature's most delicate brushstrokes are outlining the contours of life on this huge canvas.

On this vibrant grassland, Ashina Khan's youngest son, Bolu, is practicing horseback riding and archery with a group of teenagers.

Boru was only fifteen years old, but he was already quite strong and had inherited the Khan's bravery and boldness.

The name Bolu means "wolf" in the context of the grasslands.

Fifteen-year-old Bolu, just like his name suggests, has a slightly immature face, but his eyes reveal a firmness and sharpness beyond his years.

His hair was slightly disheveled by the wind on the grassland, but it only added to his unruly and wild appearance.

Boru wore a tight-fitting short robe with a wide belt around his waist and riding boots, making him look dashing and heroic.

He rode a tall, white horse with a glossy coat and strong hooves, clearly a rare breed on the grasslands. There seemed to be some unspoken understanding between Bolu and the horse; with a gentle nudge of his saddle, the white horse shot forward like an arrow, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Children of all ages rode their own horses, following closely behind Boru.

Some of them were noble children from the tribe, while others were children from commoner families. But at this moment, under Bolu's leadership, they all forgot about their differences in status and had only one common belief in their hearts—to become a brave grassland warrior.

At Bolu's command, the children immediately spurred their horses forward, galloping across the vast grassland. Their laughter, shouts, and the sound of hooves mingled together, creating a stirring song of the grassland.

Suddenly, Boru's gaze locked onto a pure white lamb. The lamb was leisurely grazing, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Boru took a deep breath, steadied himself, and forcefully drew back the bow, aiming at the target. The arrow in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a dragon about to be unsheathed.

“Whoosh—whoosh—”

Boru's arrows whistled sharply as they pierced the air and hurtled towards the lamb.

Immediately afterwards, as if given a command, the children shot their arrows at the lamb with a whistle.

Although the children's archery skills were not as refined as Boru's, in the eyes of these children, this was not just a practice session, but also an opportunity to demonstrate their courage and strength.

"What—"

The lamb cried out in pain, struck by an arrow and fell to the ground, its body riddled with arrows, lying helplessly on the grassland like a hedgehog.

Boru raised his bow high, a satisfied smile on his face.

The children immediately let out a triumphant roar, dismounted, and gathered around the lamb, excitedly discussing their archery skills.

"Brother Bolu, your archery skills are amazing!" a child said enviously.

"Yes, Brother Bolu will definitely become a great hero of our grasslands in the future!" another child chimed in.

Bolu felt a surge of pride as he listened to the children's praise.

"Aibar, you all did a good job today too."

As Bolu spoke, he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of a child next to him. His voice was young yet powerful, like the wind on the grassland, carrying an undeniable authority and admiration.

He picked up the plump lamb from the ground. The lamb's eyes still held a lingering desire for life, but now it had become a reward for the children's hard work.

Boru held the lamb upside down, pulled out his arrow, patted the lamb's plump rump with the arrow, and handed it to the children.

"This lamb is yours. Remember, from now on, wherever my whistling arrow goes, you must follow suit."

Boru's arrows are unique; each of his arrowheads is carefully fitted with a whistle. When the arrow cuts through the sky, it emits a sharp and long whistling sound in the wind, hence the name "whistling arrow."

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