"Xiu’er, give everyone one of these pills; they have the effect of stopping bleeding,"
"Madam Ye, I am not injured, so I will take this person for interrogation first," one of Mu Shaoling’s shadow guards said. Yang Chuxia glanced at him and noticed that he and another person were uninjured, so she nodded in agreent.
Afterward, she saw him take the remaining person out, while another shadow guard stood guard outside Mu Shaoling’s room.
By the ti Mu Shaoling erged, it was nearing the end of the 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. He had already heard the commotion outside while inside, but at that critical mont, he could not co out.
Yet he had not expected to see such a terrible scene when he did co out.
Without taking the ti to rest, he first treated the injured people, and by the ti he was done, daylight had broken.
The entire yard was perated with the stench of blood, "Xiu’er, first go check if the courtyard door is still intact, rember to close it, and don’t open it for anyone who knocks,"
"Should we report to the authorities, grandma?" Qingyou asked.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia reflexively looked at Mu Shaoling, who said, "Wait a mont, let’s decide after the two of them have finished interrogating."
"Alright!"
After Mu Shaoling ca out, another one of the shadow guards took the other captive Yang Chuxia had left for interrogation, and he had not yet returned.
"Qingyou, Tieshu, since the two of you are not injured, go see how many of the servants are still alive, and then gather together the dead," Mu Shaoling ordered.
"Yes!"
Tieshu and Qingyou both went down, and Mu Shaoling also instructed his own attendants, "You go help as well."
His two attendants had only suffered minor external injuries and were not serious, so they could still work.
After he finished instructing, he saw that Yang Chuxia’s face was sowhat pale, so he quickly pulled on her arm.
"What’s wrong?" At this mont, Yang Chuxia finally had the chance to concern herself with her child, inevitably worried.
Surprised, Mu Shaoling cast a glance at her, "You didn’t take part in the fight last night?" It was unlike her character not to be involved.
Sure enough, he heard her say, "How could that be possible? In that situation, not fighting would an death, and I was the one who killed the leader."
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling was even more surprised, "This child of yours is really clever, just a bit unstable. I will prescribe two formulas of dicine for you, and after you take them, rest well,"
"Ah? There’s no sign of ’that, right?" Yang Chuxia was also startled before asking again while touching her belly.
Knowing she was asking about a miscarriage, Mu Shaoling couldn’t help but shake his head.
Relieved at his response, Yang Chuxia finally showed a slight smile, tugging at the corner of her mouth, "It’s truly my child, so strong and well-behaved, not causing trouble at this critical ti."
"Later, drink the dicine first and then take a rest. You still need to be cautious these next few days. I will have soone handle the rest of the matters."
Ms.Wang was also beside them, agitated, "Exactly, Xiaxia, you need to rest quickly, with both your father and mother here, you haven’t rested all night."
The events of the previous night had scared Ms.Wang out of her wits, but now was not the ti for her to indulge in fear.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia just nodded her head.
After she took the dicine and rested, Mu Shaoling’s two shadow guards returned, but they did not bring the two captives back; instead, after being interrogated, they were sent away.
Subsequently, Mu Shaoling had more people brought over from the county town, along with two doctors to attend to dressing the wounds of so patients.
As a result, when Yang Chuxia woke up in the evening, she found that her ho had temporarily returned to its usual calm, but the air was still tainted with the scent of blood, and there were noticeably fewer people in the ho.
"Mother, how many of our servants are left?"
Ms.Wang’s eyes were quite obviously swollen, and upon hearing the question, she just shook her head.
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