Mrs. Zhao looked astonished and dubious, muttering, "Miss, did we just see things?"
The young woman frowned and bit her lower lip slightly, "Maybe."
"Oh dear, such a terrifying sight of bloodshed, we'd better hurry down the mountain."
Clearly, Mrs. Zhao did not believe Qin Yu's words, yet her suggestion was left unanswered; all she felt was her wrist being suddenly gripped tightly.
"Mrs. Zhao, we need to go up."
"Why? Miss, you actually believe that wicked man!"
"Going down the mountain is too far..." The young woman's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, her hand clutching her belly, her teeth chattering, "I feel very unwell..."
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Qin Yu walked upward quickly and soon found Ke Dong and others. Ke Dong had already captured the fleeing Marquis Jing Lin and was waiting for Qin Yu.
