The princess regretted it.

Chapter 215 Keep on going

The day passed by like a fleeting moment, the sun, as if pulled by an invisible hand, slid rapidly towards the western mountains. The sky was a vibrant painting, gradually transitioning from azure blue to orange, red, and crimson purple under the setting sun. The brilliant colors seemed like nature's final revelry before the day ended.

As the last ray of twilight was swallowed by darkness, night, like a mysterious messenger, silently took over the day's shift. The night, like a vast black silk, slowly unfurled from the horizon, quickly enveloping the entire world. Stars, like glittering gems inlaid on the silk, lit up one by one, twinkling with a mysterious and faint light. The interplay of light and the bright moon, which had just crept up the branches, brought a hazy poetic quality to the night.

The world completes a gorgeous transformation between day and night. The hustle and bustle of the day gradually calms down, and the tranquility of the night spreads like a tide, leaving only the unfinished stories of the day to continue flowing and interpreting in the night.

At the back door of the Protectorate Mansion, the guard heard three gentle knocks. He asked softly, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" a man's voice, deliberately lowered, came. The guard recognized it as Mo Qing, the Crown Prince's personal guard. He hurried forward with a lantern, opened the door from the inside, and shone it towards the newcomer.

Mo Qing was covered in dust, his once handsome face now grimy. His hair was disheveled. He was holding his horse with one hand and dragging a sack with the other. The sack looked heavy, bulging with something unknown. The top of the sack was tied tightly, and it was stained with dust and stains. However, the doorman wasn't surprised at all; it seemed this wasn't the first time he'd seen such a mess.

After entering the mansion, Mo Qing handed the reins to the doorman, asking him to help him secure the horse. He then carried the sack and headed straight for the old Duke's study. He didn't even bother to tidy up, leaving the room covered in dust and dirt. The doorman shook his head helplessly, then smiled and led the horse away.

The back door was quiet again.

Because Wu Anshuo and Wu Changfeng were both injured, and Wu Anshuo had not regained consciousness, Zhong Chuzhou and Mu Zixuan naturally took over the grain transport team.

When Zhong Chuzhou and his men passed through a town, they placed the seriously injured soldiers in a pharmacy in the town, left two people to be responsible for contact and information transmission, and ordered them to return to the team after these people recovered.

As for Wu Anshuo, Zhong Chuzhou originally planned to keep him for treatment, but due to Wu Changfeng's strong opposition, he was worried about the medical skills of the doctors in this town; moreover, if the military rations arrived at the military camp and his father was not present, he would be handing the credit to someone else.

Zhong Chuzhou simply smiled, a smile that held an elusive meaning. Without further ado, he complied with Wu Changfeng's request. He directed several soldiers to carefully place Wu Anshuo on the grain cart, leaving him with Wu Changfeng. The convoy then continued its journey northward, its wheels rumbling and raising clouds of dust.

The speed of the grain transport team gradually increased, and the sound of mules, horses' hooves and wheels intertwined and became more and more rapid. As the speed increased, the carriage began to shake violently. Wu Changfeng frowned, holding the sack of grain tightly with one hand, trying to steady himself, and with the other hand he had to hold his father who was still unconscious. Wu Anshuo's body swayed left and right with the shaking of the mule and horse carriage. Wu Changfeng was anxious, fearing that his father would be hurt again.

Meanwhile, he tried to discuss the issue with Zhong Chuzhou, hoping to slow things down a bit. Instead, Zhong Chuzhou calmly questioned him, wondering if they could deliver the food and fodder on time at their previous pace. Wu Changfeng was speechless. He knew time was running out, and they had indeed lost a considerable amount of time initially. If the food and fodder weren't delivered in time, the Jinwuhou Mansion wouldn't be able to bear the accusation of delaying military operations. Unable to answer, he could only grit his teeth and endure the situation silently.

However, he didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that Zhong Shizi and Mu Zixuan seemed to be deliberately targeting him, and there seemed to be a hint of disgust and disdain in their eyes when they looked at him. Every time he inadvertently met their eyes, the indifference in their eyes was like a cold winter wind, piercing straight into his heart and making him shiver.

As Wu Changfeng struggled to steady himself and his unconscious father from falling in the bumpy ride, he pondered internally. He couldn't understand how he had offended these two, why they were treating him this way. Was it because his father was injured that he was now a "burden" to the team, slowing down the journey? But this wasn't what he wanted. How could he abandon his father, injured and unconscious while protecting the food supply?

Thinking of this, a hint of sadness flashed in Wu Changfeng's eyes. He bit his lower lip tightly, and unconsciously added a little more strength to his hands to hold his father and the sack.

Zhong Chuzhou and Mu Zixuan were concentrating on directing the convoy forward, discussing the route and the next plan from time to time. They had no idea what Wu Changfeng was thinking. If they knew, Mu Zixuan would probably roll his eyes at him and spit, "What the hell!"

When they were resting again, Changsheng finally caught up with them. He immediately found Zhong Chuzhou and quietly reported everything he had seen. Zhong Chuzhou was surprised for a moment, but soon returned to normal.