Su Yu woke up during the night.
Duke Su had paid the money, and the peasant woman who had been serving her had not left, dozing off at the table.
Su Yu had lain for too long, her back was somewhat sore and numb. She wanted to change her position, but moving just a bit pulled at the wound on her chest, causing her to shed tears from the pain.
The scene of the assassination at the foot of the mountain that day still lingered in her memory. The people arranged by her mother came with such force, as if they wouldn't stop until she was dead, especially the final sword strike that stabbed her, showing no mercy.
In order not to arouse the Duke's suspicion, Su Yu had thought of injuring herself severely, but she hadn't anticipated it would be this serious.
If it weren't for Little Four finding his fellow disciples in time to send her up the mountain, she would have already met her end by now.
