Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 213: Luminous Object

In a bustling capital city, the streets were lively with activity. Inside an elegant room, Zhou Yanlan received a message from Leng Yi, and his expression was quite unpleasant.

The letter stated that although they had escaped Yu County, Miss Cheng had entered the military camp alone to rescue her clan. By the time Leng Yi resolved the troubles in Yu County and arrived at the military camp, Miss Cheng’s whereabouts were unknown.

Leng Qi was gravely injured and in critical condition, so he took it upon himself to first take Leng Qi for treatment and requested the Pavilion Master to send someone else for protection.

Han Yi couldn’t help but frown. Now, with chaos outside, Miss Cheng’s group, consisting mostly of the elderly, women, and children, hadn’t gone far before such an incident occurred. The road ahead would be even more difficult, and there was no telling in which direction they had gone if new people were sent at this point.

"Send two teams, six directions to search." Zhou Yanlan’s cold words echoed.

There are two potential places they could have gone from there, both still traceable, but there is a concern that Miss Cheng might have crossed the river.

If that is the case, finding them becomes ten times harder.

Dingzhou is well-connected, with many merchants coming and going from the north and south, and a large flow of people. It is filled with numerous aristocrats, and quite a few Jianghu forces, making the situation complex and changeable. With Miss Cheng’s clever and nimble nature, she would have room to maneuver among the small figures. However, those wolves and tigers are entirely unreasonable, viewing common folk as ants to be crushed at will.

Seeing his master’s deeply furrowed brow, Han Yi silently muttered to himself. When asked to go personally earlier, his master refused. Now, his master was worrying about not finding her?

He wanted to gain some more benefits from Miss Cheng!

Why didn’t his master care?

Such a good opportunity was wasted just like that.

"If it’s Mianzhou, it’s a bit better, but if it’s Dingzhou, let’s just hope Miss Cheng isn’t fast enough to have crossed the river yet." Han Yi murmured to himself with concern.

"You’re very worried?"

His master, oh! He was worried on his master’s behalf! How could his master turn the tables on him, "No, I just thought that since the master put in so much effort on Miss Cheng, some interest should be collected! Otherwise, it’s not worth it."

Han Yi reluctantly came up with a few excuses, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Whether it’s worth it is none of your concern."

Han Yi: "..."

The master truly doesn’t appreciate a good heart.

"I overstepped!"

Han Yi thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, the merciless words rang out again.

"Since you’re so worried, why not go personally?"

"..." Going now, I might still catch up, does his master really not want to go?

Seeing Han Yi hesitate.

"Why are you unwilling?"

"Understood!"

He dared not say a word of refusal, only felt sorry for his master. Alas! His master was such a blockhead when it came to matters of the heart, oblivious, and if one day the bride ran away, it would be well deserved.

"Aren’t you leaving yet!"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yi’s figure disappeared. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Zhou Yanlan put down the map and rubbed his temples; he was somewhat aware of his subordinate’s thoughts. He did have some special feelings for that girl, but that was all. Especially when he thought about how young she still was, and him having designs on her—what did that make him?

Therefore, in Zhou Yanlan’s heart, he believed that going with the flow was best. If there was truly fate in the future, that would be a matter for the future.

Because of this, he didn’t know that missing this opportunity would be a lifetime of regret.

...

In the East Tomb North Suburb, amidst a vast reed field, a gentleman in white, with an elegant demeanor and fluttering robes, stood proudly on the reed leaves. The last drop of blood slowly fell from the Cloud Sword in his hand, yet the sword remained as pristine as new.

A group of black-clad men faced him, all injured but numerous, determined to wear Dongfang Xu down.

"Ha! A bunch of cowards, dare not come themselves, yet have the audacity to place high bounties and hire assassins to intercept me."

"We just follow the money, regardless of your grievances," ordered the leading black-clad man.

In the blink of an eye, they swarmed, blades flashing, shadows flickering, cold glints cutting through, splashing water on the lake’s surface.

This was the fifth battle this month. Since his identity was exposed, Dongfang Xu kept killing and setting fires in enemy territories, causing chaos, and had killed one of their direct descendants and several collateral ones.

Because of this, these people spared no expense in hiring the renowned assassin organization to come and deal with Dongfang Xu.

Previously, to protect Nannan, the unfortunate Dongfang Xu could only hide here and there until he finally settled her safely, and then he had no more worries holding him back, launching a series of retaliations.

During the time with Xiaoxiao, he had become much more smooth, no longer rushing headlong into things, and had learned the strategy of retreat.

He wanted to gradually erode the enemy’s forces, even if it meant infiltrating and laying low among their offspring, waiting for the chance to strike fatally in one blow and then vanish.

Such methods were especially effective, causing more and more losses for the other side, and he relished this.

If it had been the former Dongfang Xu, he would have stormed their lair sword in hand, which would not only fail to avenge but also cost him his life.

Before, he didn’t care, but he met Xiaoxiao, he wanted to return to her side and spend his life with her, so he couldn’t rashly court death.

Having dealt with the black-clad men, Dongfang Xu confiscated their money bags and jewelry and departed gracefully.

Of course, this act of stripping the dead of their wealth didn’t match his image as a graceful gentleman.

However, it was something he learned from Xiaoxiao, not letting anything that belonged to him slip away. Why let others take the good spoils?

Looking at the money bag in his hand, he thought of Xiaoxiao, of her money-loving and sly little figure, of her charmingly lively smile.

What was she doing now?

Since leaving, he missed her every single day, and every time he saw the turtle on the Cloud Sword, he couldn’t help but smile.

...

That day, in a secluded courtyard of Fuxi Castle, Gu Ming, supported by a young servant, slowly walked around, having recovered significantly after a period of rest.

But, thinking of his late wife, his heart still ached intensely. If it weren’t for the untaught son he still had to guide, he would have wished to never have survived.

He still half-doubted what his son had said.

The girl who saved them has never been found.

He suspected the story of the fairy saving them might be a fabrication, as the girl’s ability to inhabit the body of a bear and thus save them was utterly unbelievable, yet his son swore an oath affirming that he was not lying.

Seeing the honesty and candor in his son’s eyes, which didn’t seem like unfounded claims, and having sent people to find clues at the scene aligning somewhat with his son’s account, they hadn’t found the little bear, nor had they found the girl’s body.

However, the food and that glowing object indicated human traces, but the body-swapping tale was too bizarre.

Another dubious point was that his son claimed the one who saved them was a fairy, yet in his sleep he muttered about a rogue woman, making Gu Ming suspicious.