Zhulan quickly had Steward Ding arrange for people to go. All were skilled in martial arts. The ancient environment was favorable indeed; even the mountains and forests surrounding Prefecture City harbored ferocious wild beasts, so those versed in martial arts were somewhat safer.
Seeing her mistress worried, the old maid Song said, "Mr. He is a man of good fortune and will certainly come to no harm."
Zhulan pressed her temples, "I'm not concerned about him; I'm worried about Wu Ning. If He Shu really has had an accident, Wu Ning's life is over."
Already predisposed to tragedy, if something really happened to He Shu, then that would be the end of it. Wu Ning would not only blame herself, but the confidence she had finally built up would be destroyed, and her future as well.
The old maid Song pursed her lips. She was quite fond of Miss Wu, especially the Miss Wu she saw now; it was comforting. "Mr. He is not a rash person. This disappearance was caused by someone."
