CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: BLOOD STAINS THE GREAT WEST RIVER

Not to mention others, even Prince Zhenbei himself probably doesn’t know.

Otherwise, with the current situation at Prince Zhenbei’s Mansion, they would have been brought back long ago.

As Gu Nian and Cuihua said their farewells, Wuxin drove the carriage away.

Leaving aside the issue of recognizing the road, just the speed of the carriage couldn’t be compared to the ox cart.

Still, by the time they reached Phoenix Fairy Town, it was already midnight.

"Miss Gu, it’s already so late. Should we find a place to rest first? We can go to the posthouse when it’s light."

Out of personal interest, Wuxin hoped Gu Nian would agree.

Out of personal interest, Wuxin did not want Gu Nian to meet Gu Bei.

The distance between the south and the north is more than a thousand miles!

If Gu Nian goes to the northern land with Gu Bei, she might never see his master again in this life.

And it is rare for the master to have someone he cares about in his heart. Even if it’s just a child, cherished like a sister, Wuxin does not wish for his master to return to that cold and emotionless state he had before.

However, Gu Nian responded very firmly, "Let’s go straight to the posthouse."

Every minute counts.

Perhaps the original owner’s obsession still lingered. When facing the matter of seeing Gu Bei, Gu Nian seemed very eager.

Wuxin, helpless, could only drive the carriage towards the posthouse.

In the middle of the night, the door of the posthouse was knocked on. The posthouse soldier opened the door half-asleep, yawning and extremely reluctant, "Who is it? Disturbing my sleep at this hour?"

As the door opened, before him stood a handsome young man with a sword, and in front of him was a small girl, with big eyes, looking rather endearing.

"What do you do?" Good-looking people are always more welcomed, and the posthouse soldier’s tone improved noticeably.

"We’re looking for the Prince Zhenbei’s young master. Could you please report it for us?" Gu Nian’s voice carried urgency and a hint of insecurity.

After all, even with the original owner’s memories and emotions, she couldn’t truly be considered Gu Nian anymore.

Turns out they were looking for that formidable figure, and the posthouse soldier dared not show even a hint of neglect, "May I know your relation to him?"

The posthouse soldier inquired cautiously, and Gu Nian did not hide it, "I am his sister, Gu Nian. Just mention my name when you report, and he will know."

Saying this, Gu Nian handed over a silver ingot.

However, the posthouse soldier quickly retracted his hand behind his back, feeling a bit safer, "I’m really sorry, you came too late. That gentleman already left yesterday afternoon. By now, he may have gone far away. If you want to find him, you’d better hurry and chase him. Maybe you can catch up."

Thinking of Fenglai Village near the Great West River and that bloodshed, everyone who witnessed it felt a chill in their hearts.

He arrived at the posthouse in the morning and rested for only half an hour to freshen up, then he led his men straight to Fenglai Village.

They say the law does not punish the masses, nor should calamity befall one’s family. However, that person didn’t care whether they were the masses or family. Despite being mere children, he ordered the execution without a moment’s hesitation.

He heard about it from others and rushed to the Great West River to see the spectacle. By then, the people were long gone, leaving behind a riverbank scattered with blood, testifying to the brutal scene that had occurred there.