Prince Yan lay back on the bed, quietly regulating his breathing. His injuries were severe, and he would need at least three days of rest before he could get up and move around. There might still be assassins searching outside, so for now, he had no choice but to stay in Liu Family Village.
His mind was hazy as he pondered how to contact his subordinates, but his eyelids grew heavy, and he soon fell back into a deep slumber.
Thanks to his robust constitution, Prince Yan recovered enough to get out of bed after just two days. That afternoon, he leaned against the wall and took slow, steady steps out of the cramped wooden hut—he needed to find a way to reach his men.
The farmer's home was small, with only two earthen houses and a modest courtyard.
The sunlight was warm and bright. Under the shade of a lush green tree, Shen Wei sat with the white-haired Granny Liu in the courtyard, the two of them shelling beans together.
