Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

He glanced at Wu Li and Song Yueyao, who were on the verge of conflict, and tried to smooth things over: "Why don't you put your weapons down first?"

The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was now filled with remorse. He had only let the young man examine him because he had arrived first, his face was kind, and he claimed to have some medical knowledge. Who would have thought that he would turn around and hand the person over to this strange girl? The way he acted was nothing like a doctor; it was clearly nonsense!

These two friends were practically ruthless bandits, even more arrogant than the outlaws he encountered on his journey!

How can you provide rescue while simultaneously threatening someone with force?

Seeing this, the burly men of the escort team glared angrily and were about to rush forward.

Suddenly, a soft cough was heard inside the room.

"......cough."

On the ground, the woman with a bluish-purple face suddenly heaved her chest and let out an even clearer cough.

His tightly closed eyes trembled, and his bluish-gray lips parted slightly as he inhaled with difficulty.

She came back to life.

Just then, a figure seemed to slip silently through the gaps in the crowd outside the door.

A glimpse of a sapphire blue silk robe could be seen, which quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Jiang Zhiyu and Wu Li looked up at the same time.

Both of them noticed this subtle movement that had been overlooked by everyone else.

The person who quietly slipped away was the innkeeper.

Given that such a life-threatening incident had occurred in the inn, it was understandable that the innkeeper would be panicked.

Now that the person has been saved, he should have breathed a sigh of relief and gone forward to inquire about their condition. Why did he instead leave in a hurry without making a sound, as if he had done something wrong?

*

After Yue Niang was out of danger, Yan Xingxiao dismissed all the镖队伙作伙 and the innkeeper's waiter, leaving only a few of his saviors.

After carefully settling his still-shaken wife, he turned around and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to Chai Xiaomi.

"I am Yan Xingxiao, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of Yan Yun镖局 (escort agency)." His voice was still choked with emotion, and his eyes were full of remorse. "Just now, I was worried about the lady's life and offended the young lady. I apologize to the young lady! I hope the young lady can forgive me... I have been married to Yue Niang for more than ten years. If anything happens to her, I... I will never live alone."

Seeing a burly man in his thirties weeping and trembling in front of her, Chai Xiaomi felt a little uncomfortable and quickly waved her hand, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be like this, concern makes you confused."

To ease the somber atmosphere, she joked with a smile, "Luckily, Madam Yan woke up in time, otherwise I would have had to kiss her next."

As soon as the word "dear" was uttered, a thin blush suddenly appeared on Wu Li's ears.

He raised his eyelids.

I couldn't help but scoff inwardly: Ha, so casual? You kiss one and then want to kiss another?

For some reason, an inexplicable anger suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

It burned brighter and brighter.

Then look at her little face nestled in the white fox fur cloak. After all that effort, her cheeks are now rosy and flushed against the soft fur, making her look just like a freshly cooked glutinous rice ball, so cute that you can't help but want to reach out and pinch her cheeks.

"Uh, what do you mean by 'dear'?" Yan Xingxiao was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Of course it's about transferring qi," Wu Li spoke up before Chai Xiaomi could. "No need to ask her."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, reached out and precisely pinched the softest little lump of flesh on Chai Xiaomi's cheek, and sneered, "She's an idiot who doesn't even understand the difference between passing on breath and marriage."

With that pinch, the round, plump "glutinous rice ball" was immediately stretched and deformed, and the pink lips and the upturned nose tip were tilted to one side.

"What are you yelling at!" Chai Xiaomi protested, her eyes wide, the words she uttered muffled by her face.

Wow, that's hilarious.

As if he had discovered some new and interesting treasure, Wu Li simply started playing with the "glutinous rice ball" in his hand, oblivious to everyone else.

Poke poke.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.

Pull, pull, pull.

Hearing "Nuomi Tuanzi" cry out in pain, Wu Li "kindly" lightened the pressure with his fingertips and gently rubbed the reddened area, a gesture that could only be described as perfunctory.

Chai Xiaomi was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, but then she thought that if letting him do whatever he wanted would allow him to vent his anger from last night, it wouldn't be a bad deal.

So she simply pursed her lips and let him be.

Yan Xingxiao had only said half of his words of thanks when he realized that the boy had instantly distracted his savior. He could only laugh awkwardly twice and didn't know how to continue.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward and voiced his doubts: "Chief镖头 Yan, please forgive my impertinence, but do you know why Madam Yan suddenly attempted suicide?"

Judging from Yan Xingxiao's various behaviors, he clearly finds this matter unbelievable.

At this moment, Song Yueyao was sitting on the edge of the couch, her palm gently touching Yue Niang's back, slowly channeling her internal energy to help her calm her turbulent blood and qi.

Although Yue Niang was no longer in mortal danger, her neck was injured and her trachea was damaged, so she was still unable to speak for a while. She just leaned on the bed, her expression still filled with fear and uncertainty.

"I don't know either." Yan Xingxiao frowned, his face full of worry. "I've been downstairs watching over the goods."

"For us镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), the goods of our clients are of paramount importance, and we cannot leave them unattended day or night. It was my turn to be on duty at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), so Yue Niang rested alone in her room. When I returned to the room after my shift... I saw her... hanging from the beam, her face purple."

"Fortunately...fortunately, you all rescued me in time, otherwise..." His voice choked, as if he was still feeling lingering fear when he thought about what had happened, and he raised his hand to wipe his face forcefully.

Just then, Yue Niang suddenly coughed.

The two looked back and saw that her expression had softened considerably. She was waving urgently at Yan Xingxiao, her lips moving silently as if she were murmuring something.

Yan Xingxiao couldn't understand what she meant, but Song Yueyao did: "She wants paper and pen."

He has been unable to speak, it seems he intends to write down the whole story.

Half an incense stick later, a blank sheet of paper was filled with dense writing.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao stepped forward almost simultaneously.

A moment later, a hairy head peeked between the two.

Chai Xiaomi was the most enthusiastic about watching the drama unfold.

Her face was still slightly red from Wu Li's kneading for a while.

Seeing that Wu Li seemed to be in a better mood, Chai Xiaomi waved to him, signaling him to come and watch together.

He merely lifted his eyelids, sat on the stool with a disdainful expression, and slowly wiped the bowstring in his hand, as if he had no interest whatsoever in the experiences written by Madam Yan.

However, after reading only a few lines, a chill crept up Chai Xiaomi's spine.

The strange noises recorded on the paper, which Madam Yan had heard the previous night, were exactly the same as what she had heard in her room.

After the sound faded away, a naked baby girl appeared out of thin air, smiling innocently at her. Madam Yan thought she was dreaming and began to play with the baby.

Soon, the baby girl ran a few steps away, turned back and waved to her. Madam Yan followed in a daze. The baby girl took out a delicate handkerchief from somewhere and stood on tiptoe to tie it around her neck.

When Madam Yan saw that the child was fair-skinned and adorable, and bore a resemblance to her youngest daughter, her heart softened, and she let the child do as she pleased.

But as soon as it was wrapped around her, the originally soft handkerchief suddenly turned into a rope, and a suffocating feeling instantly gripped her throat.