Shu Yu was taken aback, suddenly turning her head, looking at him with surprise, "Yun!"
Meng Yunzheng sighed in relief, looking at her weary and haggard face, feeling somewhat helpless and distressed, "Luckily, I arrived in time; otherwise, you would have gotten hurt badly. Even if you're in a hurry, you should have come by carriage."
"I was afraid I wouldn't make it." Shu Yu's hands and feet trembled slightly, "Is my master still here?"
"Yes." Meng Yunzheng carried her into the courtyard, calling back to Xia Yan, "You help Ying Xi."
It was clear neither of them could walk anymore.
Shu Yu breathed a sigh of relief; as long as her master was still here, she felt at ease snuggling in Meng Yunzheng's arms as he carried her into the courtyard.
The gate opened, and Shu Yu realized there was someone inside.
An elderly woman was washing clothes in the courtyard. Seeing them, she hurriedly stood up, "Young Master Meng."
