It was said that Jiangnan is an outstanding [1] place, the scenery is beautiful, the people are pretty.
They have the most bustling market, have the most beautiful maiden.
They have refreshing sky, have shallow water.
Anyone who arrived at this place will be reluctant to go back home.

HongSan came to Jiangnan for some time, a group of friends keep requesting to take him to places to play.
But, he can’t tell why this time he keep feeling unsettled. Felt like something bad is going to happen so his heart was not in it when he went out to play with friends.

Heart filled with worries.

Just today, he woke up early in the morning because of a nightmare.

In the dream, he saw Zhu WuXin lying in a pool of blood, hand stretching out to grab something but didn’t manage to grab anything.
He wanted to rush to her side, but she suddenly sunk deep into the pool of blood.
No matter how fast he rushed to her, he was unable to save her.
He can only watch as she sunk down bit by bit.

HongSan woke up with a start, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.
He decided that he must go back to the Capital to see Zhu WuXin no matter what.

Before this, he experienced this kind of fl.u.s.tered feeling once.
That was when Wuxin’s mother pa.s.sed away. Then, if it wasn’t that he arrived on time, WuXin would most probably has been killed by those ill-intentioned servants.

Ever since they were young, HongSan has always been her protector.
He grew accustomed standing behind her to protect her, he was afraid to see her getting hurt, to see her getting bullied.
But, she always refused his request to her to stay at his side.

Right now, only by confirming that she is really fine that HongSan’s heart can settle down.
Otherwise he would go crazy by this palpitation of his heart.

“Xiao Hei, why is the carriage stopping?”

HongSan left a few people at Jiangnan to help him audit the accounts first, while he returned back to Capital with Xiao Hei.
The carriage have rushed days and nights, and has not stopped ever since they started the journey.

But now, they suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.
HongSan instantly open the curtain of the carriage, asking nervously.

Xiao Hei used the whip to point at the figure riding on a horse heading towards them, “Young Master, take a look at the person riding a horse in front, she looked a bit like Xiao Lian.”

HongSan squinted his eyes, as the person on the horse was getting nearer, they finally managed to see clearly the face, “That is Xiao Lian.”

Her hair was messed up by the wind, body covered in dust, Xiao Lian obviously never expect she would be able to meet HongSan here.
Excitedly jumped down from the horse, continuously rolling and running, she cried and knelt in front of HongSan, “Young Master, Young Master you please go back to save Miss. If you don’t go back, then Miss, then……”

Xiao Lian haven’t finished her words, with a sound “Putong”, both of her eyes shut closed and she fainted in front of the carriage.

[Translator note : Poor Xiao Lian]

[1] : 人傑地靈 – Idiom, literal meaning ill.u.s.trious hero, spirit of the place; a place derives reflected glory from an ill.u.s.trious son