She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

Just as the words were spoken, Da Jiu rushed in, dusty and weary, but with a face full of joy as he handed the letter to Han Lei.

”Miss. This is the letter from the Prince for you. The Prince originally planned to personally come and escort you back to Canzhou. But Sun from Canzhou has held him up with some matters, so he wrote a letter and asked me to bring it back.”

”Okay! I understand. Da Jiu, thank you for your hard work. But you might need to exert yourself a bit more. First, go eat and rest, I’ll find you soon.”

Saying this, Han Lei instructed Tao Qing to take Da Jiu to eat and rest. After dismissing Ms Yang and the others, she herself took Zhao Zun’s letter back to her room, leaving behind only two attendants still pitifully kneeling in the courtyard.

After returning to her room, Han Lei did not immediately read Zhao Zun’s letter. There was a more pressing matter waiting for her to handle, which was to have Da Jiu swiftly deliver the antidote to the Capital City to save Wei Chengchao.

According to the description from the two attendants, Wei Chengchao had too much anger boiling inside him. When they left the Capital City, Wei Chengchao had summoned concubines to relieve his fire, not just one or two, but several.

With intense exertion combined with the loss of vital essence, by their calculations, Wei Chengchao, that coward, would only die faster compared to these two attendants.

Wei Chengchao was her public face for all her business endeavors in the Capital City, and poisoning him was nothing but a means to control and use him, but he absolutely couldn’t be allowed to die.

Han Lei took out three small porcelain bottles from her space, each containing enough antidote for three months. Then, she called over the literate fellow in the courtyard, dictated, and had him quickly write two letters.

One letter was for Mr. Liu at the Youjia Inn, another for that coward Wei Chengchao.

Once everything was in order, Han Lei found Da Jiu, handed him the letters, silver notes, and antidote, then whispered a few words in his ear.

”Miss, rest assured. Da Jiu will definitely handle this matter properly.”

Da Jiu carefully tucked everything into his chest and nodded seriously.

”You’ve just returned from Canzhou and now urgently must return to the Capital City. You’ve worked hard. After completing the task, have a good rest at the Youjia Inn. The subsequent matters will be coordinated with you when Yang Haibo and Tang Xiaotong arrive in the Capital City.”

Han Lei’s face was full of apology, but the matter of saving Wei Chengchao was extremely urgent, and Da Jiu was the designated liaison between her and Wei Chengchao going forward. Therefore, only Da Jiu could handle this arduous task.

”It’s not arduous for Da Jiu. I’m already looking forward to our business opening in the Capital City! Hahaha...”

With a fist salute, Da Jiu, carrying the entire business plan for the Capital City and two attendants, spiritedly embarked on the road to the Capital City...

...... I am the alluring dividing line .....

Flowers bloom in two places, each showing a branch. On the other side, in the Turkic Grassland.

Deep within the vast grasslands, the breath of spring had not yet fully dispelled the winter’s chill; the March wind still carried a certain biting sensation, yet life had already quietly begun to awaken on this immense and boundless land.

The greenery had spread across the grassland, and scattered wildflowers peeked out from the grass, seemingly as nature’s most delicate brushstrokes, sketching out the contours of life on this gigantic canvas.

On this vibrant grassland, Ashina Khan’s youngest son, Bo Lu, was practicing horseback archery with a group of children.

Bo Lu was only fifteen years old, but his physique was already quite robust, inheriting the bravery and boldness of the Khan.

The name Bo Lu meant ”wolf” on the grassland.

At fifteen, Bo Lu, like his name, had a face that was slightly youthful, but his eyes revealed a kind of resolve and sharpness beyond his age.

His hair was tousled by the grassland wind, adding an additional sense of recklessness and feral nature.

Bo Lu wore a tight-fitting short robe, a wide belt around his waist, and horseshoes on his feet, presenting a spirited and dashing appearance.

He rode a tall white horse, its coat shiny and its hooves strong, evidently a rare fine horse on the grassland.

There seemed to be a certain tacit understanding between Bo Lu and this horse. With a gentle squeeze of the horse’s belly, the white horse shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow, raising clouds of dust.

Children of all ages followed closely behind Bo Lu on their own horses.

Some were noble children from the tribe, others were children of common families. But at this moment, under Bo Lu’s leadership, they all forgot the differences in their identities, sharing a single belief in their hearts—to become brave prairie warriors.

Bo Lu gave a command, and the children immediately raced forward, galloping across the vast grassland. Their laughter, shouts, and horse hooves combined into a rousing song of the grassland.

Suddenly, Bo Lu’s gaze locked onto a white lamb. The lamb was leisurely grazing, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Bo Lu took a deep breath, steadied his posture, and drew his bow with force, aiming at his target. The arrow in his hand gleamed in the sunlight like a dragon that was about to spring from its sheath.

”Whizz—whoosh—”

Bo Lu’s arrow flew with a sharp whistle, tearing through the air straight toward the lamb.

Immediately, it was as if the children had received some command, their arrows followed the whistle, shooting at the lamb.

The children’s archery was not as skilled as Bo Lu’s, but in their eyes, this was not merely a practice, but an opportunity to display their courage and strength.

”Bleat—”

The lamb let out a miserable cry, fell down, its body pierced with arrows, lying helplessly on the grassland like a porcupine.

Bo Lu raised his bow high, revealing a satisfied smile.

The children immediately let out a victorious shout, dismounted and surrounded the lamb, excitedly discussing their archery performance.

”Bo Lu brother, your archery is truly amazing!” one child said enviously.

”Yes, Bo Lu brother will definitely become a great hero of our grassland!” another child echoed.

Hearing the children’s praise, Bo Lu felt a surge of pride.

”Aibal, you all performed well today too.”

Bo Lu said, lifting his hand to pat the shoulder of a child nearby. His voice was youthful yet strong, like the wind of the grassland, carrying unmistakable authority and praise.

He picked up the plump lamb from the ground, its eyes still holding a longing for life, but now it had become the reward for the children’s efforts.

Bo Lu held the lamb upside down, retrieved his arrows, tapped the lamb’s plump backside with an arrow, and offered it to the children.

”This lamb is your reward. Remember, in the future, you must always shoot where my sounding arrow shoots.”

Bo Lu’s arrows were unique, each carefully fitted with a whistle at the tip. As the arrows cut through the sky, the wind would create a sharp and prolonged whistle, known as the sounding arrow.