Zhichen had rented a horse carriage in town, and now there were a total of three people in the carriage.
Shujun was responsible for driving the carriage, while Zhichen was inside, tending to his younger brother Shu Yu, who was unwell due to the jolting journey and kept coughing up blood.
"Big brother, we've arrived," Shujun called out.
The carriage stopped outside Liang's courtyard, and Shujun jumped down from it.
Zhichen lifted the carriage curtains; his right hand was disabled, making life inconvenient for him. He supported Shu Yu with one hand, letting Shu Yu lean on Shujun's back.
Shujun's face was pale, his breath as weak as a thread, clearly resembling the look of someone on the brink of death.
Carrying his second brother on his back, Shujun entered the courtyard and suddenly expressed his suspicion, "How come it's so quiet? Is no one home?"
Big brother Zhichen followed behind Shujun, observing the courtyard, sensing that it lacked the usual liveliness.
