He had just flirted with the adorably clueless little bandit until she blushed, only to get caught by Ling'er

Towards the end of the original novel, he was the most ruthless among the twelve Son of Destiny who hunted down Gu Moran.

[ Zhao Wuxu, the Son of Destiny – Luck Value: Currently dormant, not yet activated.]

[Activation condition: Gain Yun Shuyue's trust and use her to complete the first critical mission.]

[Warning: Zhao Wuxu's self-inflicted injury ruse is expected to be implemented within a week. Yun Shuyue will most likely fall for it at that time.]

The panel has been put away.

The carriage was quiet for a moment.

Gu Moran turned her head.

" Uncle Fu."

"This old servant is here."

Let's find a place to rest.

Uncle Fu responded without asking any further questions.

Gu Moran closed her eyes.

Zhao Wuxu. A vengeful character. Ruthless and cold-blooded, with a deep understanding of disguise. He is extremely adept at exploiting women's sympathy.

The first Son of Destiny of Yi Prefecture is already waiting.

And that silly girl was walking headlong into the trap.

"This Yi Prefecture is more interesting than I expected."

That's what he said.

He was already calculating in his mind that he had to thwart the snake's plan to suffer a bitter fate.

Exploiting women's sympathy?

He then thought of the women holding babies from earlier.

Why?

That's not entirely impossible...

The carriage rolled over the threshold of the post station.

The postmaster personally led the way, saying "It's simple and inconvenient," while tidying up the three main rooms in the east wing.

When Gu Moran helped Uncle Fu Moran out of the car, she deliberately made her legs go weak for a moment.

Shen Ling'er reacted quickly, grabbing his arm and placing her fingertips on his wrist through his clothes, pressing for two breaths.

She didn't expose him, but simply hoisted the medicine box onto her shoulder.

The sun sets.

The moment the medicine bowl was placed on the table, Gu Moran's face turned green.

Shen Ling'er pushed the bowl half an inch towards him.

"Drink."

Gu Moran at the dark rim of the medicine in the bowl, her throat tightening.

Which good person could withstand being forced to take drugs like this every day?

The stream outside the window gurgled, and dampness from the backyard seeped into the inn. A medicine cart was parked under the eaves, and horses were tethered at the side gate.

Gu Moran on his outer robe and reached for the door.

"Walking around helps with blood circulation."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

You haven't eaten yet.

Gu Moran paused for a moment, then moved further away.

"Then take a walk before meals to stimulate your appetite."

Liu Ruyan sat by the window, her fingertips pressing against the rim of the teacup. She didn't contradict him, but simply covered her mouth and smiled.

Su Yao stopped flipping through the account books.

"If Your Highness gets lost, who will feign illness when you enter the city tomorrow?"

Lin Qingdai placed the knife on her lap and scoffed.

"I'm even afraid to take medicine."

Murong Xue peeked at the bowl.

"This stuff can kill a person by drinking it?"

Shen Ling'er placed the dish of candied fruit on the table.

"He won't take his medicine, so it seems he can still take our fuss."

Gu Moran pressed his fingertips against the door frame, feeling the six gazes pressing down on him from behind.

" Uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu at the gate immediately looked up.

"This old servant is here."

"You stay here and keep them calm."

Gu Moran turned and left.

As soon as the back door opened, a wave of dampness hit my face.

The stones by the stream smelled of moss, and the sound of the water drowned out the conversations inside the inn.

Walk downstream along the wet stones, carefully placing your feet where the soles of your shoes are clean.

The mud on the ground was half washed away by the water, but there were several shallow tire tracks on the bank, leading to a path outside the city.

Gu Moran squatted down and looked at it for a moment, then reached out and touched the edge.

New marks.

Someone passed by here today.

As he stood up, he heard a "smack" above his head.

A bundle of crumpled paper fell at his feet.

Gu Moran lowered his head.

The paper ball was covered with grass leaves, and coarse grain powder was stuck to the corners.

He picked it up and unfolded it; inside was the prescription written by Shen Ling'er.

Someone moved in the tree branch.

Gu Moran up.

Yun Shuyue squatted on a crooked willow branch, her straw hat pulled low. Half of the soot from the pot had been washed away, but a few soot marks remained on her cheeks.

She was gathering herbs by the stream when she heard the commotion and quickly hid.

He only relaxed slightly when he realized it was Gu Moran.

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Moran shook the prescription.

"Boss, are you here to return something?"

"Who returned your things?" Yun Shuyue turned her face away. "We don't accept scraps of paper of dubious origin in the mountains; they just take up space."

"You're pretty accurate with your throws."

"That's natural."

Gu Moran didn't expose her, and turned the prescription back.

"Why have you come to return the prescription?"

Yun Shuyue shifted her position on the branch, and the brim of her straw hat swayed.

"I took your medicine, but I saw a prescription inside. What if it's a life-saving prescription for you? Who will be responsible if you die?"

"Oh, it seems you're a kind-hearted robber."

"That's true, but you're a sickly person, how dare you run around like that? Aren't you afraid of falling into the stream and no one will save you?"

Gu Moran smiled.

"You'll help me up if I fall."

Yun Shuyue was taken aback, then glared at her, displaying a very imposing aura.

"Help you? Dream on. Do you think I know you that well?"

"Aren't you the leader of Black Wind Stronghold?" Gu Moran walked to the tree and looked up at her. "Shouldn't you do something if you see a sick person on the road?"

" Black Wind Stronghold only cares about robbing, not rescuing people."

"So you didn't rob us of our beef jerky today?"

"Tsk~ You're from a wealthy family, and you're already fussing over a few pieces of dried meat?"

Just tell me whether you've eaten or not.

"I only took two... I gave them to the kids; they were craving meat."

Yun Shuyue pouted.

Gu Moran brushed the bits of grass off the prescription and said slowly, "The herbs in your mountains are quite good. Are you... gathering herbs?"

Yun Shuyue jumped down halfway from the tree and squatted on a branch closer to him, her eyes bright.

"You're so sick, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Gu Moran noticed the frayed threads on her cuffs and the thin calluses on the web of her right hand.

He had practiced light-body skills for a long time and had also practiced with the sword, but his wrists were too thin. Lin Qingdai, he couldn't last more than a few rounds.

He raised his hand and placed it directly on her shoulder.

"Okay, we're all buddies, I won't ask."

Yun Shuyue froze, about to draw her sword in the next instant.

Gu Moran smiled first.

"Can't a guy just put his arm around another guy's shoulder?"

Yun Shuyue drew her knife half an inch, only to be stopped by those words.

"Who's your buddy?"

Her chest heaved twice, and the soot on her face couldn't hide her embarrassment.

He raised his hand and slapped Gu Moran's arm down.

"Sickly child, don't touch anything. Your bones aren't strong; if you hurt yourself, you'll blame me."

Gu Moran withdrew his hand, his smile deepening.

"How do all those elderly people and children on the mountain survive?"

The relief in Yun Shuyue's eyes vanished instantly.

She shifted her toes again, and her hand touched the dagger.

"People in the mountains eat what they eat in the mountains, it's none of your business. Anyway, those who follow me won't go hungry."

Gu Moran did not press the matter.

He put the prescription into his sleeve.

"The chief is so kind-hearted. If I run into trouble in Yi Prefecture, could I also go to Black Wind Stronghold to ask for a bowl of porridge?"

Yun Shuyue looked at him.

The sound of the stream rolled between the two of them.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to refuse, but her gaze fell on his pale face.

"The porridge on the mountain is thin, and the patient isn't used to it."

"Porridge is fine."

"You're a wealthy family, and you still need thin porridge? Are you out of your mind?"

Yun Shuyue turned around and stepped onto a higher branch, her straw hat swaying in the wind.

I can't give you porridge.

"But once you're in town, don't trust those dressed in official robes. I've seen old men carrying firewood down the mountain being robbed of their money by servants, and I've seen widows selling medicine being driven out of the market. Someone as sickly as you looks easy to bully."

Gu Moran looked up.

"You care about me that much?"

Yun Shuyue slipped and almost lost her footing.

She steadied herself against the tree trunk, turned around, and glared at him.

"Who cares about you? I'm afraid you'll die on the road and bring me bad luck, you understand?"

"Understand."

"You know nothing."

She left those words behind and climbed onto the bank.

A few willow leaves fell into the stream, causing the water to ripple gently.

Gu Moran stood by the stream without moving.

The prescription in my sleeve had become soggy from the dampness.

Yun Shuyue was actually afraid that he would die of illness if he ran out of medicine.

This girl is interesting.

At that very moment.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Gu Moran around.

Shen Ling'er stood at the doorway, holding the now-cold medicine, watching him from a distance.