On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2050 Transmitting Information

Yan Ruyu was away from home these two days and was always worried about Su Jingzhuo's illness.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the maid wiping Su Jingzhuo's hands. She stepped forward and asked softly, "How have things been these past two days?"

The maid turned around and saw that it was her. She quickly replied, "Doctor, Master Su has been much better these past two days. He even woke up for a while yesterday and was able to drink some porridge."

Yan Ruyu nodded, walked to the bedside, put down the medicine box, and put her fingers on Su Jingzhuo's wrist.

The pulse is stable and much stronger than before. Although it is still a bit weak, it is a big improvement compared to the past few days.

She looked at Su Jingzhuo's face carefully again. Although it was still pale, it had some color.

"Take good care of him and give him medicine on time. In a few days, he should be able to wake up a little longer." Yan Ruyu instructed the maid.

Just then, the door was pushed open and Huo Changhe walked in, waving his hand to let the maid go out.

He said, "That fake Zhou Lie is going back. I'll go see him off."

Yan Ruyu turned around and said, "Okay, tell him to be more careful. Liu Jiulang is a person that I haven't been able to see through yet. Zhou Lie's identity is good and it's easy for him to get close to Liu Jiulang, but it's also easy for him to be seen through."

"Okay, I will."

Although it is easy to gain trust from people around you, they are also prone to reveal flaws.

Liu Jiulang sat on the pearwood chair in the study. There were several volumes of booklets about sacrificial procedures piled on the desk, but his fingertips paused on the pages and he didn't turn over a page for a long time.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes sweeping across the lanterns hanging on the porch outside the window. Only then did he realize that it was not completely dark yet, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Forget it, maybe going for a walk will help." He muttered to himself. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a very light sound of window hinges turning behind him.

Liu Jiulang turned his head to look at the rear window, and saw a black shadow climbing in from outside the window. The black cloak swept across the moss on the windowsill without making any unnecessary sound.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took a half step back. When he saw the person clearly, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face, and he blurted out, "Why are you here?"

A man in a black cloak stood three steps away from him, with the hood of the cloak pulled down low, covering most of his face, leaving only a section of his cold and hard jaw exposed.

His voice was very deep: "Of course it's urgent."

Mr. Mo once told him to minimize his contact with the Black Cloak. Furthermore, he couldn't go looking for the Black Cloak; he could only wait for the Black Cloak to come to him. Once the Black Cloak showed up, it would be no small matter.

This was the second time the Black Cloak had come to him.

He gathered himself, leaned forward, and asked, "What happened?"

"Liu Balang was attacked and injured." The voice of the man in the black cloak was flat, but when these words fell into Liu Jiulang's ears, it was like a thunderclap.

"I don't know what happened, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and now he can't preside over the sacrifice."

Liu Jiulang's eyes suddenly widened, his tone full of disbelief: "What?"

He stood there for a long time, his fingers unconsciously scratching the wood grain on the edge of the table.

Over the years, there has never been an accident during the sacrifice. The only setback was last year when Su Jingzhuo was ignorant of the immensity of the world and sneaked into the sacrificial waters, where he was injured by a divine beast.

"What happened to him?" Liu Jiulang asked, "Hasn't Lao Ba always had people following him? He personally selected those people, and they're quite skilled. How could he be injured like this?"

The man in the black cloak shook his head, his eyes from under the hood seeming to sweep over the sacrificial book on the table: "I don't know. You'd better go ask the people in his house yourself. Also, prepare to preside over the sacrifice."

Liu Jiulang frowned, his tone hesitant. "But shouldn't I be in the dark? We agreed that all matters concerning the public sacrifices would be handled by Old Eight."

"There's nothing we can do now." The man in the black cloak interrupted him, his tone adding a hint of urgency. "He can't move. Are we going to put the sacrifice on hold? The sacrifice is of great importance and can't be delayed even for a single day. You must prepare."

Liu Jiulang looked at the figure in the black cloak and knew that this man was a man of his word and there was no point in arguing.

He sighed and nodded: "I understand, I'll go to Lao Ba's house now."

The man in the black cloak said nothing more, turned around and climbed out of the back window again. The dark cloak flashed by the window and disappeared, leaving only a very faint scent of ink in the study.

Liu Jiulang immediately walked to the door and shouted to the corridor: "Someone come! Prepare the car!"

Just as Liu Jiulang was about to leave the house, he saw a tall man with a dusty face walking towards him. It was Zhou Lie who had just gone out to do some business.

Seeing Zhou Lie, Liu Jiulang's uneasiness subsided a little. He went to meet him and asked, "Are you back? Did anything go wrong?"

Zhou Lie walked up to him, bowed, and whispered, "Don't worry, everything will go well."

Liu Jiulang nodded and said, "I'm going to Lao Ba's house. It's a good opportunity for you to come with me."

Zhou Lie responded without hesitation: "Yes."

The two walked side by side out of the mansion. A black-covered carriage had already stopped at the door, and the coachman was waiting with the horse.

Liu Jiulang and Zhou Lie got into the car and sat down. The curtains were lowered, blocking out the noise from outside.

The carriage was silent, save for the purring of the wheels as they rolled over the cobblestones. Liu Jiulang leaned against the wall, his brow furrowed as he pondered the words of the man in the black cloak.

"Zhou Lie," he suddenly said, "Why do you think Lao Ba was attacked?"

Zhou Lie sat opposite him, his hands on his knees, and said in a deep voice, "The guy named Sun next to Liu Balang is a skilled fighter. Ordinary people can't get close to him. If they can hurt him, they must be either extremely skilled or there's a traitor."

Liu Jiulang rubbed his temples. "An insider? Old Eight is suspicious by nature, and the servants around him change frequently. The housekeepers and servants in the mansion are all family-born children, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Besides, the sacrifice is about to begin, and if they attack Old Eight now, there's no guarantee they're not targeting the sacrifice."

He thought of the incident with Su Jingzhuo. At that time, Su Jingzhuo injured his leg, but the sacrifice was still carried out as planned without any trouble.

But this time it’s different. Lao Ba is the key person in charge of the sacrifice. Once he falls, the sacrificial process will be in trouble.

"Do you think it was done by those people who moved around earlier?" Liu Jiulang asked again, "We recently discovered several groups of people outside the city. Could they be trying to disrupt the sacrifice?"

Zhou Lie thought for a moment and said, "That's possible. However, those people have been hiding in the dark and haven't dared to show up. This time they suddenly attacked Balang, which is much bolder than before."

Liu Jiulang was silent for a while, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees.

He remembered what Mr. Mo had said before, that the sacrifice was of great importance and nothing could go wrong.

But now Lao Ba is in a coma, and he has to come out from the dark to preside over the sacrifice. As a result, he is pushed into the open and becomes the target of those people.

"When we get to Old Eight's house, I'll go see him. You go secretly ask the people there what's going on."

Liu Jiulang said to Zhou Lie, "Ask them about the situation when they were attacked. Did they see the other party clearly? Did they leave any clues?"

Zhou Lie nodded: "I understand."

The driver's voice came from outside the carriage: "Master Jiu, we're here."