Everyone wore the same grim, worried look.

Pan Yucheng's voice was low. "Somebody! Send more men out looking. I refuse to believe that in all of Yangzhou there isn't one doctor who can cure my lord prince.

Put the notices up again and raise the reward. Whoever cures my lord prince gets ten thousand taels of silver!"

"Yes!"

One of the Ning'an Army soldiers took the order and was about to go when an officer in armor came charging in from outside the courtyard.

"My lords, Miss Zisu's here!"

Everyone froze.

Lingzhou was a month and a half's journey from Yangzhou. Nobody had expected Zisu to get here this fast.

Pan Yucheng was the first to recover. "Where is Miss Zisu?"

"She's already inside the city, headed for the city lord's residence."

Feng Qizheng bolted straight out the door. "You all stay with Ning Chen. I'll go get Miss Zisu."

Across town, a carriage was racing toward the city lord's residence.

Xie Siyu was driving it.

Inside were Zisu and Yudie.

The moment Yudie heard Ning Chen was badly hurt, there'd been no keeping her home. She'd come along.

Just then, a rider came galloping toward them.

It was Feng Qizheng.

He reined in beside them. "Miss Zisu, I've come to get you!"

Zisu lifted the curtain on the carriage's little window. She looked exhausted. The moment the news reached them they'd set out, pushing on day and night, and they'd squeezed a month-and-a-half journey into a month and ten-odd days.

Nobody knew how many horses they'd gone through on the way.

The road had been so rough that even Xie Siyu, a man of the jianghu, was close to his limit.

Yudie asked anxiously, "How is Ning, dear?"

Only then did Feng Qizheng realize Yudie had come too.

"Ning Chen's been unconscious the whole time, and it doesn't look good... Come with me, quick."

Nobody had time for pleasantries. Feng Qizheng wheeled his horse around and led the way.

"Out of the way! Move, move..."

Bellowing all the way, Feng Qizheng galloped flat out and got Zisu and the…