Warm medicine emits fragrance

As the sun slowly rose to its zenith and then gently set, disappearing into the mountain valley, the Anda Escort Agency's convoy arrived at Guanshan Town.

The convoy was in a hurry and didn't stop along the way, and Fan Liuer didn't even come out of the box.

When the caravan finally stopped at an inn, Feng Jicai took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and quietly released Fan Liuer from the box.

Fan Liuer was hungry, thirsty, and anxious, and the first thing she did after coming out was to head straight for the outhouse.

After she relieved herself, she finally relaxed and slumped into a chair in the backyard of the inn.

Feng Ji handed over a bowl of water, "You must be very thirsty."

"Thank you, Brother Feng." Fan Liuer took the bowl and drank it all in one go.

Feng Ji then said, "I asked the kitchen to cook you a bowl of noodles. It will be brought over in a bit. Have something to eat to tide you over."

Fan Liuer thanked him again, "Thank you, Brother Feng."

Feng Ji then spoke up: "Our mission is to escort the tavern owner back to his hometown. It's about a two-day journey from here. After we deliver the goods, our team will disband, and everyone will have to go their separate ways. I also have to go home."

He paused for a moment. "And you? Where are you going?"

Before setting off, Fan Liuer had already decided that in these chaotic times, it would be unsafe for a woman like her to go anywhere, so she might as well go to Siqing's hometown to hide.

"Siqing asked me to go to her house to find her. Brother Feng, since you're also going home, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this answer, Feng Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

In this world, it's hard enough to protect oneself, let alone care about others. After completing this escort mission, Feng Ji wanted to go back to his hometown to avoid trouble. If Fan Liuer wanted to go far away, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to take on this job.

But he was not entirely at ease letting Fan Liuer travel alone.

Fan Liuer's choice has now solved his problem.

"It's fine if you come with me, it's inconvenient to take you along, and we might encounter some danger on the road. Since you're going to seek refuge with Siqing, you don't need to stay here tonight. Come with me, and I'll find someone to take you to the village."

Fan Liuer couldn't be happier; she didn't want to be locked in the box anymore.

Fortunately, she didn't eat or drink anything today, otherwise she might not have been able to hold it in.

After Fan Liuer had eaten and drunk her fill, Feng Ji led her out the back door, through the town, and to the easternmost part of the town.

Guanshan Town is neither too big nor too small; it takes about half an hour to walk across the entire town.

Compared to the bustling city of Xingzhou, Guanshan Town was naturally dilapidated and desolate, with few people and shops on the streets.

But the passersby showed no sign of worry, appearing as ordinary as usual.

Fan Liuer whispered to Feng Ji, "The rebel army is almost here, why do these people not seem to be in a hurry at all?"

Feng Ji chuckled. "These people are just hoping the rebel army will come to attack."

Fan Liuer asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Feng Ji glanced around and lowered his voice, "The current emperor is muddleheaded, treacherous officials are in power, and the princes are either weak and incompetent or stubborn and self-willed. Apart from constantly levying taxes, they can't give the people any real benefits."

Feng Ji sighed as he spoke, "In recent years, the common people have been burdened by heavy taxes. They work hard all year round, but after paying the taxes, their families can't even get enough to eat. With such a life, what difference does it make whether there is a war or not?"

"I heard that the leader of the rebel army is the most benevolent. He immediately reduced the taxes of the people in the cities he captured, ensuring that the people could have enough to eat. Therefore, the people in many places are looking forward to him conquering the city soon."

Fan Liuer had also experienced hunger. In this world, nothing is more important than eating. If the common people cannot have enough to eat, then the position in the capital should truly be given to someone else.

"So, the rebels aren't all bad people after all."

Feng Ji sighed again, "Whether it's good or bad depends on the person and the situation. No one is perfect."

Feng Ji's words reminded Fan Liuer of Li Chenbi.

She felt that this sentence perfectly described Li Chenbi.

In her eyes, Li Chenbi was never a good person; he was petty, vengeful, short-tempered, and unpredictable.

But she was truly wonderful to Fan Liuer, so much so that Fan Liuer could overlook her flaws.

If things weren't like this now, if the gap between the two weren't so big, if Fan Liuer could control her own destiny.

She probably wouldn't think about leaving him.

I wonder how he is now. He must be very angry.

Li Chenbi was indeed very angry, so much so that he fell ill.

After leaving the prefect's mansion and returning to my room, I felt completely unwell and started to have a fever.

Fever is an extremely dangerous thing for Li Chenbi, as it can easily trigger heat-related illnesses in his body, leading to various complications.

With his high fever persisting, Li Qiuping was frantic with worry. He didn't care whether Li Chenxin would target him and cause trouble at this time, so he rode his horse to the clinic.

The doctor was abducted and mounted on a horse; he rushed into the clinic, carried the man on his back, and drove away.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived in time. If he had arrived any later, the fever would have flared up, and the high temperature would have damaged his heart and blood vessels, and he would have been beyond saving.

After feeding Li Chenbi his medicine, the doctor looked at the man who was still frowning and unable to relax even in his sleep, and said to Li Qiuping.

"This is a psychological problem; medication probably can't completely cure it."

Li Qiuping turned pale with anxiety. "What should we do?"

"Of course, a mental illness requires a mental cure. When Second Master wakes up, you should comfort him and tell him that he should focus on his health and not worry about other things."

Li Qiuping looked at the person on the bed with their eyes tightly closed, and his worry deepened.

A mental illness requires a mental cure, but right now, that cure seems to have vanished.

How can this be treated?

Fan Liuer followed Feng Ji and knocked on the door of a house.

The person who opened the door was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a dark, round face. When he saw Feng Ji, he smiled with surprise.

"Brother Ji!" He lunged forward and jumped onto Feng Ji, clinging to him.

Feng Ji was knocked back two steps by his tackle, bumping into Fan Liuer who was standing behind her.

Only then did the boy notice Fan Liuer. He tilted his head and peeked half his face out from over Feng Ji's shoulder, staring at Fan Liuer.

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Ji, is this your wife?"

Feng Ji dared not take on this identity; the thought of who Fan Liuer was on his side sent chills down his spine.

He quickly shook the boy off him and said, "Don't talk nonsense, this is your sister Siqing's friend."

After the boy steadied himself, he moved closer to Fan Liuer. "So you're Sister Siqing's friend. Sister, you're so beautiful! Would you like to be my stepson's wife? My stepson... um! um! um!"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Ji covered his mouth. Feng Ji looked at Fan Liuer, embarrassed, and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he's just a child."

Fan Liuer immediately waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing, children just say the darndest things."