In the morning, when Hua Jiayu got up, Dou Yang was no longer in bed. Therefore, he had no idea that he had been eaten fish tofu all night.

Yudu is close to the capital city, but there really isn't much to do. After thinking it over, Hua Jiayu decided to let Du Yang drive, heading towards the nearby city of Hangzhou. This time, he didn't forget to buy a few blankets to cushion his bottom.

The journey to Hangzhou is far, even with the horse urged on it still takes two days. Considering the condition of Hua Jiayu's body, Dou Yang drives slowly. On the first day, when they're halfway through the journey, a group of black-clad individuals suddenly appears from all directions, rushing forward to attack without a word.

Hua Jiayu was lazily dozing off, hugging a blanket tightly. He suddenly heard the sound of a fight outside and startled, he pulled back the curtain of the carriage. Outside, all he could see was chaos, and someone shouted sternly, "Stay inside the carriage, don't come out!"

With just a glance, Hua Jiayu immediately lowered the car curtain. Still worried, he secretly lifted the curtain and caught a glimpse of Dou Yang's figure.

A person in black lost their hand, then the next one lost their head, all in one swirl. Three closely huddled legs were gone...

Hua Jiayu: "... It's so scary."

Seeing that Yang was able to handle it on his own, he quietly lowered the car curtain and shrank into the corner in great fear.

Not long after, the sound outside ceased. They all glanced at Hua Jiayu and immediately lowered the curtains. "Young Master Liu, we will set off immediately and rush to Hangzhou overnight. The Prefect and soldiers are stationed there, and the assassins dare not make a move."

The carriage started moving and Hua Jiayu whispered, "Du Yang, should we go back to the capital?" It hasn't been long since we left, yet there are already assassins chasing after us. The capital is still safer.

Duyang seemed to not have heard and remained silent the whole time. In the evening, another wave of black-clad individuals arrived, even more numerous than the previous one, and they immediately started attacking the carriage.

Dou Yang let Hua Jiayu come out separately. After a long time, the sound stopped, and the carriage started moving again.

Hua Jiayu was truly timid. It seems that many people in the capital city do not want him to live. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and was about to say to Dou Yang that it might be better to just return to the capital city directly. However, he did not expect an arrow to pierce through the side of his face, with a sharp blade flashing past his eyes.

Hua Jiayu: "......" His legs went weak...

Duyang's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he quickly picked up Huajiayu, flying to one side. Just as they left, thousands of arrows directly pierced through the carriage, turning it into a hornet's nest.

Hua Jiayu carefully placed the flower on top of the book, then leapt down. In the distance, the piercing sound of swords clashing and people's cries could be heard. Hua Jiayu's face turned pale, as he glanced downward. The tree was too tall, he couldn't descend...

Dou Yang is the protagonist, so nothing should happen to him, right?

This time, Hua Jiayu had been waiting for Yang for a long time before he finally returned. He had a strong smell of blood on him as he quickly picked him up without saying a word and ran forward.

The two of them arrived at a dilapidated temple. As soon as Fang Jiayu was set down, both of his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground. Three sharp arrows were embedded in his back, piercing deep.

Hua Jiayu felt a little panicked. He told himself that Dou Yang was the protagonist and wouldn't die, wouldn't die... Although comforting himself in his heart, a mist rose in his eyes.

What should we do if Yang Zhen dies because of him? If only I had known, I wouldn't have left the capital city...

"Sixth Young Master, can you help me pull out the arrow from my back?" Dou Yang took out a dagger and a packet of medicine powder from his bosom and said to Hua Jiayu.

Hua Jiayu nodded and, under the guidance of Du Yang, took a deep breath and pulled out the three arrows. Throughout the process, Du Yang didn't make a single sound.

After applying medicine and wrapping up the wound, Dou Yang's complexion turned deathly pale. Hua Jiayu placed his head on his chest as a pillow, his mouth opening slightly, but he could hear Dou Yang calling out to him.

"Lord Liu."

Du Yang's body temperature was rising, and Hua Jiayu, at a loss for what to do, hugged him and asked, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Du Yang hugged his waist tightly, his voice as thin as a thread: "I won't survive until tomorrow like this. That's why there's something I want to tell you."