The place where Xie Yunzhen disappeared was far away, and it took half a day of hard riding to arrive.
"Madam, we found this."
The soldier presented the found item before Ji Mingzhu, a piece of blood-stained fabric.
The fabric was something Ji Mingzhu had gone to buy; one look and she knew to whom it belonged.
Gazing at that glaring red, Ji Mingzhu's head began to spin.
Forgotten past memories started creeping into her mind again.
No matter how skilled Xie Yunzhen was, he too was made of flesh and blood.
And he still had hidden injuries.
Being led to such a dank and cold place, was it truly unintentional by the other party?
His hidden injuries were a weakness, also a secret.
If the thieves had known earlier, they would have exploited this weakness long ago.
So why wait until the last moment?
Various thoughts emerged, and Ji Mingzhu couldn't make sense of them all.
Only by finding Xie Yunzhen could the situation be clarified.
