The whip lashed quickly, and Dong Huiying was solely concerned about Shujun. It was midday when she left the city, but in her haste, she didn't even bring food or water.
She traveled day and night, pushing her horse to the point where it nearly foamed at the mouth, managing to cut the five or six-day journey in half. By the evening of the third day, she rode into the city under the fiery clouds.
Earlier in Nanling, she heard the Shopkeeper mention the Substore Owner, Wang. This Substore Owner ran a pawn shop and was loyal to Shujun. He must know where Shujun is!
She headed straight for the pawn shop!
At the same time.
Still, there was no news of his wife over the past few days, and Shujun was worried.
"It seems my wife has gone elsewhere. I have no clues here, and I do not know if she is safe now."
The red clothing was fiery as flames, like a fierce fire, making his face appear pallid, with a hint of sickness.
