Chapter Twenty-One: The Return Date Remains Elusive

Du Zhong set out on his return journey without delay. There was nothing to be gained by staying in Jiangzhou any longer; in fact, it might even prove harmful. With only two days left before the wedding, he had no choice but to go back. Instead of retracing his original route, he deliberately chose a more rugged and remote path. Ever cautious, he feared unforeseen troubles along the way and had already arranged for officials from the Court of Judicial Review to meet and escort him.

Within the sedan chair, Chen Shishi covered her face and wept. She had never imagined things would end like this. Her husband’s name was cleared, only for her son to be sent to prison.

Lin He, shackled and despondent, walked behind the sedan.

Du Zhong bypassed the local magistrate’s office in Jiangzhou altogether, bringing Lin He directly to the Court of Judicial Review.

As they traversed a narrow mountain road, a group of masked men brandishing swords suddenly burst forth from the roadside, swiftly surrounding them.

A man who appeared to be the leader leapt forward and barked harshly, “We brothers haven’t had meat for days. If you value your lives, leave your money behind.”

Chen Shishi poked her head out and cried aloud in fright.

Du Zhong’s gaze swept over the group, and a scornful smile played on his lips. “Just you lot?”

His men drew their swords in unison, standing guard before the sedan. Du Zhong took a step forward, his eyes sharp and unflinching. “Money isn’t what you’re after—you want my life