Médica da Porta Pobre: Enquanto Outros Treinam Artes Marciais, Eu Cultivo a Imortalidade

“Giddy-up~”

Amid the violently jolting carriage, Hua Changxi, her hands and feet bound, opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, her face filled with shock and fear.

She had been kidnapped!

Today was the day when Madam Hua had taken the women of the Hua family to Guangji Temple on the southern outskirts of the capital to pray for blessings.

Impatient with attending the temple’s ritual assembly, Hua Changxi had sneaked out alone, intending to see the famed matchmaking tree on the temple’s back hill. But no sooner had she reached the back hill than a sharp pain in her neck overcame her, and she lost consciousness.

Had she known such misfortune awaited, no matter how restless she was, she would have stayed close to her family.

Suppressing her panic, Hua Changxi forced herself to calm down and quickly surveyed the interior of the carriage.

Apart from herself, there was nothing else inside. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were tightly bound, making even the slightest movement arduous.

“Bang, bang, bang~”

The carriage rattled violently as it sped along, the windows repeatedly clattering against the frame.

Watching the window open and close incessantly, a spark of hope lit in Hua Changxi’s eyes. Straining, she twisted her body, struggling to lift her bound legs onto the carriage wall, lying back in an L-shaped posture.

She then pressed her feet against the window ledge, rubbing her right shoe along the edge until it slipped out of the carriage.

After resting briefly with her eyes clos