Xiao Zimo’s timing was perfect. The assassins were caught off guard and inhaled a significant amount of the poison powder. Even if someone reacted quickly and held their breath, even a tiny amount would be enough to seal their fate.
The first assassin to be struck fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Soon, his eyes opened, his legs kicked, and then he was dead.
The purpose of this poison powder wasn’t to cause pain to the victim. It relied on rapid onset, easy volatility, and rapid absorption.
The assassins who had inhaled too much fell to the ground one after another. The ones who remained conscious tried to control Bei Yutang or Xiao Zimo and force them to release the poison, but as soon as they activated their internal energy, the poison took effect immediately.
Around Bei Yutang and Xiao Zimo lay a pile of fallen assassins, all foaming at the mouth.
Seeing they had resolved the problem, An Ye didn’t rush over to help and began to kill them one by one.
The assassin leader, seeing the situation was dire, decisively ordered a retreat, and the group quickly fled.
An Ye didn’t pursue them, and Bei Yutang had no interest in following either.
After the assassins left, Xiao Zimo ran to the carriage to find some hemostatics.
“Mother, stop the bleeding.”
Bei Yutang, clutching her abdominal wound, headed toward Coachman Zhang.
Xiao Zimo said to Bei Yutang, “I can save him.”
Bei Yutang squatted down and examined Coachman Zhang’s injuries, knowing there was no chance of survival. The sword had pierced his spleen and stomach, damaging his core.
Xiao Zimo’s voice choked as he said, “Mother, stop the bleeding. I can save Uncle Zhang, he won’t die.”
Bei Yutang could hear the remorse and guilt in his tone.
She wanted to say something, but when she met Xiao Zimo’s persistent gaze, she gave up and let him apply bottle after bottle of high-quality medicine to him.
Coachman Zhang could feel his life slipping away. He looked at Xiao Zimo’s resolute little face, tears welling in his eyes, but he desperately held them back. He had no regrets about saving this child.
Coachman Zhang reached out and touched Xiao Zimo’s face, a smile on his lips, “Kid, it’s useless. Don’t worry about me.”
“I can do it. Uncle Zhang, you won’t die.”
Xiao Zimo’s hand trembled slightly as he gripped the porcelain bottle, and he bit his lip lightly, as if he was desperately trying to endure something.
Bei Yutang stepped forward and took Xiao Zimo’s hand.
“Mo’er.”
She simply called out, and that single word seemed to pierce the inner demons of his heart, and he could no longer hold back his sobs.
“Mother.”
Bei Yutang hugged him tightly.
The Xiao Zimo who had previously calmly confronted the assassins was gone. Now, only the young child remained.
Coachman Zhang wanted to comfort him, but he no longer had the energy to do it.
Bei Yutang could tell that he had something to say.
“Uncle Zhang, what do you want to say?”
Xiao Zimo stopped crying at the sound of her voice and looked at him tearfully.
Coachman Zhang panted heavily and said with difficulty, “I have a daughter in Linzhou Prefecture. Her name is Daya. She was sold to Mr. Qian’s family. Please help me redeem her.”
As he spoke, Coachman Zhang pulled out a bag of silver.
Bei Yutang grasped his outstretched hand and said solemnly, “Uncle Zhang, don’t worry. I will definitely find her, redeem her, and take care of her.”
After hearing Bei Yutang’s promise, Coachman Zhang closed his eyes in peace.
“Uncle Zhang.” Tears welled up in Xiao Zimo’s eyes.
An Ye stood by, watching calmly.
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