After the inn's shocking turn of events, Xue Yu decided she couldn't leave Long Qingmei and Baili Yuhuang.
After all, the four of them could work together to deal with any trouble they encountered.
The previous night, all three women had been frightened out of their wits, except for Chu Tiange, who had drunk himself unconscious.
When Baili Yuhuang found that pile of ashes in the inn's back courtyard, she was too shocked to speak.
She couldn't believe that their luck could be better than that of Yun Hun, who was as wild as a savage, or that their lives could be tougher than the innkeeper's.
Who knew how much poison had been added to the tea and wine they'd drunk?
Even if their enemies had turned on one another in the end and hadn't had time to kill them—or had even violated them... at the very least, they wouldn't have cured their poison before returning to their rooms...
Long Qingmei sighed faintly. She didn't even need to think about it to know Wang Xian had done it.
What angered her was that the guy had hidden nearby and watched the show.
He hadn't stepped in until the very last moment.
What angered her even more was that the only person under heaven who would dare draw a mustache on her lips—and make it impossible to wipe off—was that bastard, Wang Xian.
By the time the four of them rode their horses out of the town,
Wang Xian was already a hundred li away.
Xue Yu, the innkeeper, and even those four so-called desert experts wouldn't leave the slightest impression on him.
Only the children he'd met by the river had brought him joy.
At least, before leaving, he could leave something behind for this world to remember.
What if,