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Mei Yisi watched as the sword inched closer, so frightened that he didn’t even care about the pain in his hand. He shifted back, only to fall off the horse carriage.

Jun Wuxian, holding Xun Qingqing, leaped from the horse carriage and steadily landed on the ground.

Chu Zhao arrived just in time to witness his Master single-handedly annihilate so many people, not even needing his help to take care of the aftermath—

Seeing the Master holding someone with one arm and wielding a sword with the other, he wished he could share some of the burden.

"Master, allow your subordinate to finish him off."

Jun Wuxian said, "I’ll do it myself."

If Mei Yisi weren’t so afraid of death, he would’ve passed out from the pain by now. Watching the approaching man showing no fear, he pleaded, "I, my mother is an imperial consort, you can’t kill me. I can give you money, a lot of money."

Jun Wuxian sneered, "What of it if your father is a Minister, or your mother an imperial consort? Even if it were the Emperor of Daxia, if he dares to harm her, I have the courage to kill."

After speaking, he swung his sword, crippling Mei Yisi’s lower half, and a scream like that of a slaughtering pig filled the air.

Then to that face, he slashed twice on each side, creating two blood-drenched crosses on his cheeks.

The pig-like screams grew louder and louder... until they ended with Jun Wuxian’s final stroke.

On the Official Road, silence fell unexpectantly.

"Throw him onto the mass burial mound." Having said that, Jun Wuxian cleaned his sword, sheathed it, then picked up Xun Qingqing, mounted the horse, and hurried to the nearest Inn.

Chu Zhao looked at Mei Yisi on the ground and snorted, "He had to mess with my Master’s woman? Was he asking for death?"

Chu Zhao was efficient in his tasks and didn’t take long to throw all six men into the mass burial mound.

The vicinity had mountains abound with wild beasts. By the end of the night, nothing would remain but their bones.

Jun Wuxian settled down in an Inn and sent the innkeeper’s boy to fetch a Doctor.

Before the Doctor could arrive, Jun Wuxian tended to Xun Qingqing’s facial wounds, which were somewhat deep, and he dared not apply too much pressure, afraid to cause her pain.

While cleaning the bloodstains, he noticed her neck flushed red, the exposed skin with an unusually fierce crimson tint.

Her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

At this moment, the innkeeper’s boy, bringing the Doctor, knocked and then entered the room.

"Good sir, the Doctor is here."

Jun Wuxian looked up at the Doctor, a man around fifty, and stood to make room for him.

After a thorough examination, the Doctor prescribed many medicines, including one for countering an Aphrodisiac.

It was then that Jun Wuxian realized Xun Qingqing had been under the influence of an Aphrodisiac.

As the Doctor applied medicine to the face, Jun Wuxian watched the Doctor’s every move, his brow furrowing deeply, "Be gentle, she’s sensitive to pain."

"I understand." The Doctor tried to be as light as possible, but to Jun Wuxian, it still seemed too rough.

"I’ll do it."

Looking at Jun Wuxian rolling up his sleeves, the Doctor asked doubtfully, "...Do you know how?"

"Better than you," said Jun Wuxian with a stern face, taking the ointment from the Doctor’s hand. He applied it evenly on the wound, then bandaged it with a white cloth.

Jun Wuxian looked back at the Doctor, "When will her face heal?"

The Doctor replied, "The wound is too deep. Even when it heals, it will be hard to remove the scar completely. There’s a chance it might get worse."

Jun Wuxian pressed, "What you’re saying is, she will be disfigured?"

"Young Master, as you’ve seen, the wound is deep. The best we can do is make the scarring less conspicuous, so it isn’t too shocking." The Doctor was careful with his words.

Jun Wuxian scoffed, "Mediocre medical skills come with just as mediocre excuses, don’t they?"

The Doctor himself was quite reputable, and not pleased to have his skills questioned, he retorted, "Young Master, I’ve been practicing medicine for thirty years, and I’ve seen all sorts of difficult diseases.

But with this young lady’s severe injury, I fear there might be no one in this world who could restore her to her original state. "

Jun Wuxian didn’t want to waste words, "Chu Zhao, see the Doctor out."

Chu Zhao escorted the Doctor out, and despite his grumbling and dissatisfaction,

Chu Zhao gave him twice the consultation fee. Only then did the Doctor leave with a hint of a smile.

When Xun Qingqing awoke, it was already dark, with a few candles lit in the room.

She slowly opened her eyes and, seeing the unfamiliar ceiling, suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Awake?"

Xun Qingqing turned her head and saw Jun Wuxian sitting by the bed. She blinked her almond eyes twice, fearing she was hallucinating.

"You must be hungry by now. I’ll ask Chu Zhao to bring the meal." Jun Wuxian stood up and went to the door, calling out, "Bring in the food."

Upon Chu Zhao’s acknowledgment, he turned to fetch the meal.

When Jun Wuxian returned to the bedside, he saw Xun Qingqing crying, and she was crying bitterly.