Seeing the little young master unmoving, Deng Yuyuan frowned and shouted, "Hurry up! Can't you see he's unconscious?!"
Even the most withdrawn children had an instinct to seek safety and avoid danger. The little young master had grown up at home pampered with a life of luxury and privilege. He had only allowed himself to wallow in his fear because Deng Yuyuan seemed so amiable. The moment she turned fierce, his muscle memory from the past dozen days kicked in, and he quickly and nimbly began to clean himself up.
Deng Yuyuan directed him to wrap the blood-stained knife in the sour, foul-smelling blankets left on the ground by the brutes, clutch it to his chest, and crawl into the bamboo basket.
She then scooped the unconscious child into her own arms. With one little boy on her back and another in her embrace, she walked at a quick and steady pace.
