The maid Xiaohong following behind screamed in fright, looking panicked.

"Why are you panicking?"

Chen Rui scolded, "Hurry and help Madam back, apply Clearing Spirit Oil on her philtrum and temples, quickly go."

Only then did Xiaohong feel reassured, and she called two elderly maids to carry Mrs. Wei away.

Soon after, Chunxiang and Xiaxiang returned with the antiseptic medicine, and under Chen Rui’s guidance, they applied it to Chen Ming’s wound.

Chen Ming allowed them to work on him, looked at the distraught Gu Junrong, and said, "I remember, Mingkai has two sons."

Gu Junrong said woodenly, "The eldest is nine, the youngest is three, and there’s a twelve-year-old daughter..."

"You should take care of them, and if you have any difficulties, tell me."

"Alright."

...

That night, for the Chen Mansion, was destined to be a sleepless night.

Mrs. Wei woke up crying uncontrollably, heartbroken over her second son Erlang’s injury. It made her daughter Chen Lirong think her second uncle had died, causing her to cry loudly, shouting, "I don’t want Second Uncle to die..."

The maids tried to soothe her for half the night, but couldn’t calm the little miss.

Beside them, Chen Lide was also awake, secretly got out of bed, stood practicing, panting heavily, until a servant discovered him. It turned into another commotion.

The little guy was stubborn, no matter how others tried to persuade him, he wouldn’t listen.

In the end, it was his father Chen Rui who heard the noise and came over to suppress him.

Then he went back to comfort his wife and daughter, by the end of the night, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

...

The next day, Chen Ming rode out on horseback, his injuries were not serious, only superficial for a martial artist.

Today and tomorrow were the last two days for registration. As long as he wasn’t too injured to move, he wouldn’t miss it.

As for Wang Mingkai and the coachman’s affairs, he left them to his brother to handle.

The horse was one of three borrowed from the Six Gates yesterday, naturally, he had to return it.

He rode one horse, leading two others behind, and soon arrived at the Six Gates. After reporting his name, the guard eagerly led him inside, evidently having been instructed in advance.

Still in the "Yingyue Hall."

Du Caiyue had already changed into her official attire, carrying a bloody aura, her eyes fierce, "I can’t go with you today—"

Chen Ming’s expression just changed when he heard her next words, "I invited another expert for you. Miss Su."

Then he saw a woman in white walk out from inside, her face covered with a white veil, carrying a long sword, her steps ethereal and otherworldly, without a hint of earthly smoke.

Though he couldn’t see her appearance clearly, upon first sight, Chen Ming felt she must be a great beauty.

Du Caiyue said, "For these two days, she will protect you. I have other matters to attend to."

With that, she left just like that.

So unreliable!

Chen Ming cursed inwardly but had no choice. He could only say to the woman in white, whose name he didn’t know and whose strength was unclear, "Miss Su, much obliged."

At least, with such an extraordinary aura, her skills shouldn’t be lacking.

The woman in white, with eyes seemingly able to see through minds, looked directly at him and asked, "Why did the Blood Demon Sect people attack you?"

Chen Ming’s tone was somewhat gloomy, "I want to know too."

The woman in white withdrew her gaze and said, "Let’s go."

"May I know the young lady’s full name?"

Her tone was icy, "You don’t need to know."

Seeing he hit a wall, Chen Ming naturally wouldn’t press further. He walked outside, the woman in white following him at a distance of two or three meters, seemingly keeping a deliberate distance.

...

Outside the Six Gates, a carriage was already waiting, larger and more luxurious than Chen Ming’s.

"Brother Chen, I heard you were ambushed last night, are you alright?"

Feng Siyuan, upon seeing Chen Ming, came down from the carriage and ran towards him. He suddenly saw the woman in white behind him, her fairy-like demeanor causing him to freeze on the spot.

His eyes were glued as he stammered, "Th-this is..."

Chen Ming introduced, "This is Miss Su."

"Greetings to Miss Su, I’m Feng Siyuan from Guanglong Trading Company."

The woman in white glanced elsewhere, ignoring him completely.

Feng Siyuan was left hanging there, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Chen Ming smoothed things over, "Let’s get in the carriage and talk. Miss Su, please."

The woman in white boarded the carriage, followed by Chen Ming.

When Feng Siyuan attempted to get on the carriage, it was like he hit an invisible wall and bounced back. He didn’t believe it and tried again, only to be bounced off the carriage again.

This time, he dared not act rashly, swallowing hard, "I... I’ll just not get on, uh, Brother Chen, you go ahead."

He had some knowledge, realizing that being able to perform True Qi Emission, at least indicated a fourth-grade cultivation.

Though unable to see the woman in white’s face, just looking into her eyes revealed she was young, yet already a fourth grade. Her identity was surely extraordinary.

Clearly, she wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke.

Feng Siyuan was somewhat shocked, "Brother Chen actually knows such a person?"

...

Though Chen Ming didn’t know what the woman in white did to make Feng Siyuan retreat, he was sure it had something to do with her.

"It seems her skill is quite remarkable."

He was curious about where Du Caiyue found such an expert?

Qingfeng City surely didn’t have such an expert; could she have come from Jiangzhou?

Chen Ming wondered about her identity in his heart.

The woman in white sat across from him, eyes closed, exuding a vibe of ’stay away’.

Just like that, they traveled in silence.

Before long, the carriage left the city and arrived at the Ten Mile Pavilion.