"Master, are you alright?" Someone spotted Liang Zhichen and quickly walked up to greet him. Liang Zhichen shook his head slightly and promptly said, "Take this, dissolve it in water, and have Su Lang and the others each drink a cup." His carrying of such an item was sure to arouse suspicion, but as someone who was adept at strategizing, he easily brushed off those doubts with a simple explanation. After Su Lang drank the antidote, he soon awoke, but Hou Er and the others were not afforded such a luxury. Upon waking, Su Lang immediately issued his first order: traitors like Hou Er were to be executed. This night was clearly no ordinary evening. And Black Wind Camp could be said to have rivers of blood. The bodies of Hou Er and the others were piled up outside the camp, forming several small hills. Although their numbers had been reduced by more than half, and Black Wind Camp’s overall strength had been significantly weakened, those who survived were the core forces. With the people’s hearts in the camp now stable, Su Lang became one of the biggest beneficiaries. Of course, after this incident, Liang Zhichen also managed to find his footing here. Although everyone respected him, a large part of that respect was due to Su Lang’s face. However, this time he had impressed them all with his intelligence. But only he knew that his greatest achievement was not Black Wind Camp, but rather Dong Huiying. The once cruel and merciless girl had taught him an important lesson. With daylight, he looked towards the road down the mountain, reminiscing about the past days’ experiences, his expression forlorn, bleak, and lonely. Dong Huiying was lying on a horse’s back, vomiting profusely. Riding a horse was the fastest way to travel. The horse was stolen from Black Wind Camp. But she was queasy on horseback! With a thud, she tumbled down from the horse. Faintly she looked ahead, only to see the fiery horse not even glancing her way before it galloped off. She really took a hard fall this time. Dong Huiying, already sick from vomiting, was further disheartened by the horse’s abandonment. With her head spinning, she rose from the ground. In her daze, a chill breeze blew, and she shivered. A horse-drawn carriage was approaching. "Stop, stop, stop!" a drunken voice called out from inside. The middle-aged woman driving the carriage came to a halt. Then, a woman in a golden brocade robe appeared, drunkenly jumping down from the carriage. "Wait for me, I need to pee." Tie Hailan belched from the alcohol and then stumbled forward, suddenly spotting a small figure. She remembered seeing a young boy with a hat in a brothel not long ago. Unable to clearly make out the boy’s face back then, she had regretted it ever since, feeling wistful in her midnight dreams. In her drunken state, she was suddenly reminded of this. Dong Huiying was not in a very conspicuous place. Previously, when Su Lang had captured her, she had, on Hong Xiangjun’s advice, wrapped herself in a chest binding cloth to disguise as a boy. Now, her clothes were tattered and stained with blood. Seeing the drunken Tie Hailan, who had once helped He Su devise a plan for Liang Shujun’s feigned death, she raised an eyebrow. She became somewhat more lucid at this thought, suddenly remembering the day at the Sky Blue Building when a strange woman had taken a fancy to her. Afterwards, she had sprinted several streets before finally shaking the woman off. She sized up Tie Hailan, and in that moment, the image of that strange woman from the other day overlapped with Tie Hailan. Suddenly, she felt very unwell.