Chapter 205: Chapter 204: ArsonWatching Han Chen’s life hanging by a thread—
"Mr. Han, run!"
Seven men in black descended from the sky, buying them more time.
He Ying released three arrows at one of the men in black, but the remaining two arrows were blocked.
Clearly, they were assistants left by Qi Wuya in Quanzhou.
With the help of their assistants, Han Chen picked up He Hongzhao, and they were back into a thrilling escape.
Upon seeing this, He Ying shouted as he cracked his whip, "After them! Don’t let those two get away! Whoever captures He Hongzhao first, a thousand taels of gold and a promotion by three ranks!"
With a generous reward, heroes emerge.
Boosted as if by divine intervention, the soldiers chased after them like madmen.
This woman, daring to plot against his Emperor!
She deserved death!
Han Chen, while carrying He Hongzhao, ran over a thousand meters quickly.
But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t discount the fact that he was carrying someone. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Especially with multiple wounds on his body and an arrow in his chest.
The further he ran, the more difficult it became.
And those pursuing soldiers from He Country were all elite, handpicked by He Ying.
The cries of pursuit grew ever closer.
Han Chen’s heart sunk, unable to resist complaining, "I don’t know why Mr. Jiu insisted I save you. Even after saving you, if it weren’t for your insistence on witnessing the suffering of the He Family in person, we could have safely left Quanzhou much earlier."
He regretted not leaving Quanzhou with her immediately, allowing her to witness the calamity of the He Family.
Though they had obtained the medical book.
Terrible!
He looked back and realized the bundle had dropped unnoticed.
He instinctively stopped and thought about going back for it—
"Go!"
He Hongzhao reproached in a low voice, "I’ve already finished reading it. Now, it’s not worth a penny."
Han Chen understood her meaning, but it was shame it had to fall into their hands.
He had been with Qi Wuya for too long, just as miserly, always believing the best things must remain theirs!
If it couldn’t be utilized by them, then it served no purpose!
"Cough, cough, cough, let’s run faster, Mr. Jiu is waiting for us—"
With thoughts of Mr. Jiu, He Hongzhao’s ruined face glowed with a slight brightness, a sign of a struggling vitality.
She didn’t want to die here!
She wanted to live and see Mr. Jiu!
Han Chen felt the same.
Hearing He Hongzhao’s words reinvigorated him.
Death always seemed to unlock one’s hidden potential.
The more they ran, the higher the terrain and the stronger the wind became.
This added more resistance to Han Chen.
Both their faces stung from the harsh wind.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
He Hongzhao, hearing the sounds of pursuit behind and brushing the wind-blown hair from her face, suddenly asked, "Han Chen, what kind of wind is this today?"
Han Chen, breathing heavily, glanced at the sky and the leaves, and responded irritably, "Southwest wind!"
"Southwest wind? Cough, cough, cough—"
He Hongzhao broke into violent coughs, but then laughed heartily, "Haha, the heavens don’t want me, He Hongzhao dead yet. Han Chen, we have a chance."
Han Chen tensed up, "What do you mean?"
He Hongzhao patted his shoulder, "Put me down."
Han Chen, half understanding, let her down.
He Hongzhao set foot on the ground and looked at a conveniently dead tree, her eyes sharp, and commanded crisply, "Han Chen, start a fire!"
Han Chen immediately realized she intended to start a forest fire.
It was early autumn, and the weather was still hot; once a tree caught fire, aided by strong winds, it would spread rapidly.
It was a good idea for self-rescue.
Han Chen immediately took out the fire stone and tried to start a fire.
The wind was strong, making it difficult to ignite.
He Hongzhao, lacking patience, directly took out a glass bottle from her sachet, dripped a few drops over a pile of fallen leaves, and the next moment, flames shot up several meters high.
Han Chen was astonished and lost for words, "What is this?"
He Hongzhao indifferently said, "Told you it’s a good thing. Not only does it help kindle, but it also dissolves bones. In the future, when Mr. Jiu kills someone, just a single drop, and no body will need disposing of."
Han Chen: "..."
Poisonous woman!
He stepped back and watched as the raging flames engulfed over a dozen trees in an instant, spreading rapidly.
Driven by the wind, the fire, like a beast, lunged toward He Ying and the others.
He could see they had already stopped in their tracks from a distance.
Wildfires are terrifying,
especially with so many residents and fertile fields at the base of the mountain.
He Ying knew the severity and made a quick decision to have people extinguish the fire.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat! A three-thousand-meter distance, cut down trees to break the fire!"
"Yes!"
Lu Zijin responded and immediately led his troops to retreat three thousand meters and began cutting trees to stop the fire.
The air was suffocating with the smell of scorching.
A soldier picked up a bundle and, after descending the mountain, handed it to He Ying.
The expedition was a failure.
But it was not entirely fruitless.
They recovered the He Family Medical Book, killed six men in black, and captured one alive.
The man had hidden poison under his tongue intending to commit suicide but was prevented from doing so.
After arranging the firefighting, Lu Zijin led his men in the opposite direction to continue pursuing He Hongzhao and another.
He Ying returned to the State Mansion first.
In front of the State Mansion,
Sang Yan was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth, waiting for He Ying’s return.
Pei Muyang was nearly dizzy from her pacing and couldn’t help but console her, "Lady, please be at ease. The Emperor will definitely be fine. Imperial Doctor Liu is already on it."
Sang Yan sighed, "It’s been such a long time."
Pei Muyang looked at the sky, calculated the time, and replied, "Lady, it’s been just over three two-hour periods."
While they were speaking, they saw a blaze in the northeastern direction—
"It’s on fire! That’s a wildfire!"
Pei Muyang looked toward the direction of the wildfire, frowning deeply.
Sang Yan turned even paler, "It’s toward Cangcui Mountain!"
The master and servant exchanged worried glances, both concerned about He Ying’s safety.
Sang Yan said even more urgently, "Let’s go! Take people over there!"
"No!"
Pei Muyang, thinking of He Ying’s instruction, showed difficulty on his face, "Lady, please stay calm! The Emperor said you can only stay in the State Mansion and cannot go anywhere!"
Even at a time like this, they’re still worrying about that?
Sang Yan was so anxious she wanted to curse, "It’s on fire there! Do you know how terrifying a wildfire is!"
In modern times, extinguishing wildfires is very difficult, requiring the cutting of trees to create firebreaks, manual removal of flammable materials, and aerial spraying of fire retardants, yet still, how many firefighters die each year fighting wildfires!
Not to mention this is the technologically backward ancient times.
It all depends on manpower to fight the fire.
The danger is even greater.
"Take people and come with me to help!"
Sang Yan ordered sternly with a cold face.
Pei Muyang was still hesitant, "Lady, the Emperor has taken so many people, he will be alright."
"I need to see with my own eyes that he is unharmed."
She hated waiting.
Beside Jiang Ke, she was waiting for a chance to escape; beside Qi Wuya, she was also waiting for a chance to escape, but wait as she might, how many chances could there be?
She had really waited too long.
She rushed into the mansion, calling for a horse to be prepared.
But who would dare give her a horse?
She could only search for the stables herself, and believe it or not, she actually found them.
There was a white horse in the stables, pure white all over, with shiny fur and a noble, beautiful demeanor.
She absentmindedly thought: No wonder they call them Prince Charming!
"Neigh—"
The breath of the white horse was heavy, and it occasionally flicked its tail.
Sang Yan reached out to touch it—
Pei Muyang quickly stopped her, "Lady, you mustn’t! This horse is spirited, chosen one in ten thousand by Mr. Gao for the Emperor, and since the Emperor is injured, it has not yet been tamed—"
As he was speaking, the white horse nuzzled Sang Yan’s hand and even nibbled at her sleeve.
Sang Yan was stunned, "It, it seems... quite fond of me?"