It was hard to tell how much time had passed. The sun was a hazy orb. Dong Huiying was covered in dirt, sand, and blood. The blood near her shoulder was her own, the rest had splattered on her during the melee. She sat down abruptly on the sandy ground, tore off her sleeve, and ripped it into strips, then tied it around her shoulder to prevent the loss of more blood. In those days, there were no tools for blood transfusion, and losing too much blood could complicate things even further. Liang Haoming watched her in silence, obviously unhappy. Because she was injured! He held onto his hand and shook it from side to side. She gazed at him with an innocent expression. But the man petulantly turned his head away. However, though he purposely avoided looking at her, he let her hold his hand and did not pull away. Little Wife pouted and then huffed as she turned to look at Hong Xiangjun and another, "Oi oi oi??" Did those two want to stay embraced forever? "The riffraff has been cleared, what do you want to do? Stay here and wait for the next wave of pursuers, or shall we go back, get our camels, and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible?" Hong Xiangjun was a bit embarrassed, reluctantly pulling herself from Hong Wenbin’s embrace. Hong Wenbin looked doubtfully at Little Wife. She was really very small! Little Wife narrowed her eyes. What, did his look mean he wanted to pick a fight with her? She felt slighted over her height again. Hong Wenbin coughed, "Ahem, Xiangxiang, these two are?" "Ah, Brother! These are Little Sister Dong and her fourth husband, Liang Haoming. Little Sister Dong’s name is Dong Dabao, but she picked a name herself and prefers everyone to call her by that name, Dong Huiying..." Just after Hong Xiangjun finished introducing— "Blegh!!" Huh? What was that sound? Following the noise, they saw a young boy who had guided them earlier, bent over and violently vomiting. The boy had lagged a bit and was a few steps slow. By the time he arrived, the husband and wife of the Dong family had already started fighting, the scene filled with gore, intestines scattered about—it was nauseating for him. The young man threw up the gastric acid in his stomach and still felt queasy afterward. After wiping his mouth, he weakly lifted his head, his eyes tearful as he looked at Hong Wenbin, "Brother Hong..." Hong Wenbin and Hong Xiangjun also looked around and finally, as siblings, both corners of their mouths twitched wildly! When they looked back at the Dong couple, their expressions were indescribable. Dong Huiying chuckled, "Haha..." It was not her fault; she was not that bloody. But she sneakily glanced at Liang Haoming, thinking it seemed she would have to take the blame for this? Hmm, it was a bit risky. This person seemed quite bloodthirsty. But no matter whether he was bloodthirsty or not, he was her man! That was enough for her to know! On the way back, Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming shared one horse, while Hong Xiangjun and Hong Wenbin shared another, and the young boy who had been vomiting rode alone. During the journey, Dong Huiying stayed quietly nestled in Liang Haoming’s arms. Haoming’s body was stiff—he was still angry, not because of her, but because of his own helplessness. If he had been more powerful, if he had considered everything more thoroughly, if only... In any case, his wife had been slashed in the shoulder, she was injured, and he was very upset and regretful. Because of this, Liang Haoming was gloomy all the way back, surrounded by an air of low pressure.