After Meng Xiaoyu asked several maids for directions multiple times, she finally found her way to the restroom.
Feeling relieved after taking care of her business, she walked out of the restroom without noticing the scar-faced boy standing behind her with a mischievous grin.
Silently, a scar-faced boy stood behind Meng Xiaoyu.
With a swift hand chop, he knocked her unconscious.
Then, he carried the limp girl into his arms and disappeared into the Iron Fan Gate with a few quick leaps.
“Sister…”
Han Rushuang, who had been waiting for nearly an hour, called out worriedly for her sister.
“Don’t worry, maybe the little one didn’t know we were waiting here and went to the Shenwu Pavilion first. Let’s go check there first,” she said, turning quickly towards the Shenwu Pavilion.
Watching her sister’s hurried steps, Han Rushuang shook her head slightly and followed.
“Sister must be worried about Yu’er too! Otherwise, how could she forget that the Shenwu Pavilion is on the way?”
“Ouch, my neck hurts. Huh? Where am I?”
Meng Xiaoyu, who had just woken up, rubbed her sore neck and began to look around.
The small, slightly swaying space made her conclude, “A carriage?”
After assessing her surroundings, she suddenly exclaimed, “Ah… why am I here? Wasn’t I supposed to be with Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang at the Iron Fan Gate for the Hero Conference? Why am I here? Did I time travel again? Boohoo… I don’t want to time travel… I don’t want to leave Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang…”
“Wife, you’re awake?”
The scar-faced boy driving the carriage stopped when he heard Meng Xiaoyu’s exclamation.
He turned around, lifted the curtain, and peeked inside, speaking to the still upset Meng Xiaoyu, who was worried she had time-traveled again and wouldn’t see the Han sisters.
“…”
Meng Xiaoyu, who was still upset, was startled to see a head suddenly appear in the carriage.
Seeing her stunned expression, the scar-faced boy cheerfully climbed into the carriage and sat beside her.
He reached out to touch her forehead, pretending to be concerned, “Wife, what’s wrong? Did you sleep so long you got silly?”
“You’re the silly one! Your whole family is silly!”
Meng Xiaoyu snapped back, slapping away the boy’s hand from her forehead.
“Hehe, as long as you’re not silly,” the scar-faced boy laughed, unfazed by Meng Xiaoyu’s forceful slap.
“Hey, who are you? Where is this? And why am I here?”
Seeing the scar-faced boy, Meng Xiaoyu realized she hadn’t time-traveled again.
She remembered seeing him at the Hero Conference, especially the long scar on his left cheek.
But if she hadn’t time-traveled, why was she with him?
Where were Sister Rubing and Sister Rushuang?
“Hehe, wife, I’m your husband! This is the border of Longwu Kingdom! As for why you’re here…”
The scar-faced boy grinned mischievously, “Of course, I brought you here.”
“Longwu Kingdom? What place is that? Isn’t this the Xiong Kingdom? How did it become Longwu Kingdom? And who is your wife? Say that again, and I’ll beat you up!”
Meng Xiaoyu threatened, waving her small fists.
“Longwu Kingdom is a neighboring country of Xiong Kingdom, and of course, you’re my wife. Even if you beat me up, you’re still my wife,” the scar-faced boy said, holding her small fists with a mischievous smile.
Hearing him call her “wife” again and holding her hand, Meng Xiaoyu angrily pulled her hand away and quickly punched at his face.
However, the scar-faced boy seemed prepared and dodged her punch, then swiftly tapped her body twice.
Meng Xiaoyu found herself unable to move.
“Bastard, release me!”
she shouted angrily at the scar-faced boy.
But the scar-faced boy just casually cleaned his ear and smiled brightly at her, “Wife, just stay in the carriage for a while. It’s getting late, and we need to hurry to the next inn. Otherwise, we’ll have to camp in the wild. So, your husband needs to drive the carriage. I’ll release you when we reach the inn.”
With that, he quickly kissed her cheek and happily left the carriage, continuing to drive.
The scar-faced boy outside the carriage laughed joyfully, while inside, Meng Xiaoyu was on the verge of tears.
“Boohoo, Sister Rubing, Sister Rushuang… where are you? I miss you so much! Master, you old geezer, next time I must learn acupoint techniques from you.”
In the Xiong Kingdom’s Shuiyue Mountain, within the Chaoyue Palace’s Tingyu Pavilion, two identical women in white sat in the main seats, listening intently to a woman in black reporting.
“Ye Han, are you saying there’s still no trace of the little one?”
Han Rubing’s eyes were filled with disappointment.
“Yes, Grand Palace Master,” the woman in black replied firmly.
“Alright, I understand. You may leave.”
“Yes, I take my leave,” the woman in black said, bowing to the two women before exiting the pavilion.
“Sister, where do you think Yu’er went? Could she be in danger?”
Han Rushuang, who had been silent beside Han Rubing, looked at her sister with worry.
Since Yu’er disappeared, seven or eight days had passed.
They had used almost all the resources of the Chaoyue Palace to search for her, but there was no clue.
Han Rushuang couldn’t help but worry if Yu’er was in danger or if she had returned to her original world, fearing she might never see the one she cherished again.
The thought made her heart ache as if it were being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.
“Don’t worry, nothing will happen. We’ll find the little one. And don’t forget, with her current martial arts, ordinary people can’t harm her,” Han Rubing comforted her sister gently, patting her back.
She was also worried, knowing the little one’s skills were good, but her personality was too naive.
“Sister, I want to find Yu’er,” Han Rushuang said determinedly after a moment of silence, looking at her sister.
“Alright, we’ll go together and bring the little one back,” Han Rubing smiled, seeing her sister’s determination.
“Shuang’er, pack your things. I’ll inform the elders about the palace affairs, and then we’ll set off.”
With that, Han Rubing left the pavilion, and Han Rushuang followed to pack her belongings.
“Hey! Bastard, where are you taking me? When will you let me go?”
Meng Xiaoyu shouted after several days of travel.
“Wife, you’re saying it wrong. How can you say ‘let you go’? Look, I haven’t tied you up or sealed your acupoints. You’re quite free,” the scar-faced boy said, flicking the whip and speaking to the yellow-clad girl beside him.
“How dare you say you haven’t tied me or sealed my acupoints? You really dare to say that! If you haven’t tied me, then what’s this?”
The girl tugged at the red string tied between her waist and the boy’s, then angrily continued, “And you didn’t seal my acupoints? Who was the bastard that drugged me with soft bone powder, making me exhausted after a few steps? How is that different from sealing my acupoints? And now you dare say you haven’t tied me or sealed my acupoints? Do you believe I’ll spit saltwater at you?”
Meng Xiaoyu said angrily.
“Ah, wife, you’re mistaken. This isn’t a binding rope. It’s the red string of fate tying us together. How can you mistake it for a binding rope?”
the scar-faced boy said, tugging at the red string.
“Hehe, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a thick ‘red string’!”
Meng Xiaoyu emphasized the words “red string,” her tone full of displeasure and disdain.
“Hehe, it shows our bond is strong!”
the scar-faced boy replied with a bright smile, unfazed by her tone.
