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Chapter 729 Stitching
Zhu Yu and Fu Lu ran forward, carefully looking for any unusual signs along the way.

Nothing.

After chasing for a while, they came to a fork in the road.

Fu Lu stood frozen at the crossroads, looking left and right: "Which way should I go?"

Zhu Yu frowned and carefully observed the area around the two forks in the road. Then he pointed to the road on the left: "The footprints on that road are dense and messy, and there are also clear tire tracks, so it can't be that."

The footprints on the left are sparse and unclear, which is what people would look like when they are running.

We haven't seen any signs of a fight along the way, so it seems Lu Qing and the others chased them through this area. Let's go to the left!

Fu Lu quickly responded, and the two of them ran towards the left fork in the road.

Zhu Yu hadn't run for so long or so fast in a long time. Normally, she probably couldn't keep it up for this long, but right now her heart was in her throat, and all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. She couldn't feel anything else.

The two ran forward for an unknown amount of time until they heard footsteps approaching in the distance.

Fu Lu had sharp ears and had heard it long ago. He quickly grabbed Zhu Yu, and the two of them swiftly hid behind a tree by the roadside, cautiously observing the identity of the newcomer.

Fu Lu used his tall frame to shield Zhu Yu behind him, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to charge out and fight if the attackers came, creating an opportunity for his mistress to escape.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and gradually, not only could they be heard, but the figures of the approaching people could also be seen.

When Fu Lu saw it from afar, his brows immediately relaxed. He was about to turn around and tell Zhu Yu not to worry when Zhu Yu had already run out from behind the tree and rushed straight towards the direction of the person coming from.

It was Lu Qing, along with Fu Wen and Bian Yong, as well as several of Bian Yong's subordinates who walked with a limp and appeared to be injured.

Zhu Yu felt she had never run so fast before; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was flying. She ran straight toward Lu Qing.

Lu Qing saw Zhu Yu immediately. He was surprised to see Zhu Yu in such a place. Before he knew it, Zhu Yu had rushed in front of him.

A smile appeared on his previously tired face as he opened his arms to catch Zhu Yu running towards him, but Zhu Yu stopped in front of him and did not rush over.

"You're injured?!" Zhu Yu exclaimed, noticing the bloodstain on the front of Lu Qing's clothes.

"No, it was all splashed on by others," Lu Qing replied.

Zhu Yu glared at him dismissively: "Do you think I'm a child?! The bloodstains were from the inside out, not splattered."

Honestly, how serious is it? Don't force me to give you a medical examination in broad daylight!

Lu Qing chuckled. He had almost forgotten how capable his wife was; how could such a lie possibly fool her?

"It's not serious, just a superficial wound. There's been some bleeding, but he won't die." His tone softened, as if he were coaxing Zhu Yu. "I know you're worried. When we get back to the village, you can check him over. I won't utter a sound."

Zhu Yu breathed a slight sigh of relief when she heard that he still had the energy to banter with her, and turned around and walked back without saying a word.

Lu Qing quickened her pace and walked alongside Zhu Yu, leaving Bian Yong behind with a somewhat subtle expression.

Seeing Bian Yong's expression, Fu Wen coughed lightly, drawing his attention to himself.

“General Bian,” he whispered to Bian Yong, “Chief Clerk Yu’s surname is actually Zhu.” Bian Yong was initially taken aback and wondered why Fu Wen would say such a thing to him.

However, he quickly figured it out.

Zhu is not a common surname. The most famous one is the King of Shuo in Shuodi, and his relatives.

And wasn't the girl whom this carefree prince had been betrothed to the daughter of Prince Shuo, Zhu Cheng, before...?

Upon realizing this, Bian Yong's mind suddenly cleared, and his expression shifted from bewilderment to sudden understanding, and then to surprise.

He looked at the rune in disbelief, and the rune nodded at him enigmatically.

As the deputy general by General Situ's side, Bian Yong had not been idle for so many years, and he wisely kept quiet.

Zhu Yu was another person who didn't say a word the entire way.

Lu Qing walked beside her, wanting to say something to her several times, but seeing that she just walked silently with her eyes down and didn't even look at him, he swallowed his words back.

When they returned to the village, those who had been arranged by Zhu Yu and Fu Lu to return earlier had basically been settled, including Lu Chao, who arrived last.

Once inside the village, Zhu Yuke became even less restrained.

She pulled Lu Qing back to the room, and everyone except Fu Wen and Fu Lu was stopped at the door. Without saying a word, she pushed Lu Qing down onto the bed and bent down to tear off Lu Qing's clothes.

On his right chest, there was a wound that ran diagonally upwards along the lower edge of his ribs, about a foot long.

Fortunately, although the wound looked like the skin was slightly rolled up, it was still on the surface, and apart from the pain and bleeding, it was not life-threatening.

Zhu Yu took the warm water from Fu Wen's hand, carefully cleaned the area around the wound with a clean cloth, took out his tool bag, heated the needle over a fire, and then carefully stitched up Lu Qing's wound.

When a fine needle pierces the skin, it causes a noticeable stinging pain.

The initial stinging pain was very clear; Lu Qing could even feel the crescent-shaped needles moving in and out on both sides of her wound, pulling the thread through her skin.

But with his head tilted to the side, watching Zhu Yu's focused profile, he quickly ignored all of that.

In the light of the oil lamp beside him, Zhu Yu's eyes looked bright.

Although her eyes are usually bright and lively, they looked a little too bright today, as if they were glistening with water.

Is there... tears in her eyes? Is she crying?
Just as Lu Qing was about to ask, Zhu Yu suddenly turned her head away.

In that instant, a drop of still slightly warm liquid fell onto the skin next to his wound.

Zhu Yu wiped his face with his sleeve and continued to concentrate on stitching up the wound.

"Just sew it up, no need to be so careful." Lu Qing noticed that Zhu Yu was exceptionally careful when stitching up her wound. The skin and flesh on both sides of the wound were aligned little by little, and the excess skin was carefully trimmed with small scissors. The stitched part looked very smooth. Apart from the stitch marks, it looked like just a thin line if you didn't look closely. "I already have quite a few scars on my body, this one won't make a difference."

“That’s enough already, so I won’t give you any more chances to get new scars.” Zhu Yu didn’t look up, and her voice sounded slightly nasal.