If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

"Xiao San, is it Sister Xiang'er...you tell me, we can bear it." Although the words were spoken in a fragile tone, the Lord of Fuzhou City and the captain heard a sound of gnashing of teeth and a sinister tone. They both felt a chill and could not help shivering.

Seeing Chu Zeming and Feng Yizhen start to turn pale, Xiao San hurriedly interrupted the two who were secretly imagining, "Madam asked me to rush over now because she was afraid that the two gentlemen would worry."

"Sister Xiang'er is awake?" Upon hearing this, Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng asked in unison.

"Not yet, but Mr. Dou said that the poison has been controlled. When the young lady was poisoned, I immediately gave her the only remaining pill passed down from my ancestors, which saved her heart in time. Mr. Dou said that her life is no longer in danger and it is only a matter of time before she wakes up. Madam, please rest assured, gentlemen."

Xiao San finished her words with tears and laughter, which also gave everyone in the room a reassurance. The city lord and the captain moved their necks instinctively. Well, the head on their necks was saved. The chill just now made them have no doubt that if the princess really had any accident, their heads would definitely fall to the ground immediately.

Damn it, it’s the Harvest Festival, but who the hell is looking for trouble with Fuzhou Prefecture? If they catch them, they will skin them alive! The two cursed fiercely in their hearts.

The city lord's wife, who had been waiting in the house, let out a sigh of relief after hearing the servant's report. The lives of the people in this mansion were saved. Then she whispered, "Mammy, have the little maid squeeze some hot towels for the master and the others, and then send the food over."

The warm cloth not only wiped away the cold sweat of the four men in the main room, but also took away their hot tears that were difficult to show to others. When the cloth was taken off their faces, not only their faces were red, but also four pairs of eyes were red.

On the square table in the corner, the maids had already prepared the meal, including heat-clearing soup, four-color light side dishes, rice porridge, and dry food. The food was filling and easy to digest, which whetted the appetite of the four nervous people.

Meixiang was not in danger of death, Chu Zeming and Feng Yizhen were relieved, and the city lord and the captain had saved their heads. After a meal, the four of them regained their energy and began to discuss the detailed arrangements for the search and arrest.

"Two of the murderers were seriously injured and cannot be moved in a short period of time. We also closed the city gates immediately and stepped up the search. Logically, they should still be hiding somewhere in the city." Chu Zeming calmed down, sorted out the whole thing twice, and then spoke.

"According to the prince's explanation, they should have been lying in ambush in the city long in advance. If this is the case, then it would be impossible to completely hide their tracks. They would always be seen by others and reveal clues." The captain stroked his short beard and spoke.

"If someone is injured, they must go find a doctor, unless they abandon their companions and escape alone. While we intensify the search, we must also guard the major pharmacies. Oh, and the people who come into the city to sell herbs." The city lord also said.

Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng's eyes flickered slightly, seeing that although the Lord of Fuzhou City was a little confused about family affairs, fortunately he was not confused about important matters.

"Can't they hide? Then we should make sure they can't hide. Give the orders to continue to intensify the search. Divide into shifts and batches, and search non-stop for 24 hours." Chu Zeming suggested hatefully.

People tend to seek benefits and avoid harm, especially ordinary people. It is better to have less trouble than more. When it does not concern them, most people will choose to ignore it. Then he wants to see if they can still be so calm when it concerns themselves.

That night, the people in Fuzhou city could not sleep well. Every two hours, soldiers came to search, over and over again, without getting tired of it.

Some short-sighted young masters from wealthy families, relying on their family influence, speak ill of others and refuse to cooperate.

This time, the city lord and the captain were clear-headed. Without further ado, they issued an order that anyone who disobeyed their orders would be thrown into jail on the grounds of obstructing the government's investigation.

After arresting a few troublemakers, things became much easier. We searched at night and continued during the day, focusing on a twelve-hour non-stop operation.

The four people in the lobby of the government office never stepped out of the door. The city lord's wife sent people to deliver the food on time. When they were too sleepy to hold on, they lay on the table and took a good sleep.

Similarly, Situ Yidong at the Shangyi Station hadn't slept a wink these days, sitting beside Meixiang's bed, and no one could persuade him.

Heartache and self-blame gnawed at his heart all the time.

If he had been closer to Mei Xiang...

If he hadn't had so many concerns at the time and rushed to her immediately...

If his kung fu was better...

Looking at Meixiang lying motionless on the bed, countless "ifs" kept turning around in his mind, unable to stop for a moment.

"Master Situ, you haven't slept for two days and two nights. I'm guarding here. You should go to sleep quickly. Otherwise, what will happen if you fall down before the young lady wakes up?" Liu Xiaomei couldn't bear it anymore and advised with red eyes.

Meixiang was injured, and Liu Xiaomei and others who served her on weekdays could not accept it. What's more, Situ Yidong always regarded Meixiang as more important than his own eyes. Especially since Meixiang was stabbed under his nose, it was even more unbearable for him psychologically.

But this does not mean that everyone agrees with his self-blame. Seeing Situ Yidong continued to sit in the chair in front of Meixiang's bed, motionless.

Liu Xiaomei had no choice but to continue persuading her: "This servant and the third sister want to wipe the young lady's body so that she can sleep more comfortably. It's a good opportunity for Master Situ to go eat something. If you don't eat, drink or sleep like this, how can you take care of the young lady?"

Hearing this, Situ Yidong glanced at Meixiang's flushed face and the sweat on her forehead, then reluctantly stood up and walked out, "Hurry up, be gentle, and don't hurt her wound."

"Yes, we know it, don't worry, young master." The mistress came in with a basin of water, and when she heard this, she agreed.

"Little Third Sister, when do you think the young lady will be able to wake up?" Two days had passed, bowl after bowl of medicine had been poured into her, injection after injection had been given, but Meixiang still hadn't opened her eyes.