How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 51: Mesmerizing Dizziness, A Mutual-Win Embrace for Warmth

Among them, only Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan were considered formidable.

Pei Shu’er snatched a knife from a bandit and fiercely slashed at him, showing no mercy.

Tang Zan’s skills were also impressive; he grasped several small stones and, using his inner strength, hurled them at the bandits.

The moment the stones struck the Yongquan acupoint of the bandits, they froze.

Tang Zan gracefully walked over, took the man’s knife in hand, and swiftly slit the bandit’s throat, sending his head rolling to the ground.

The rest of the exiles, frightened by the killings, retreated repeatedly, while some tried to incite others secretly.

"Don’t go up, the government officer wants us to die on purpose."

"We barely have any strength, yet the government officer sends us up. How is this different from sending us to our deaths?"

The leader of these men was a hairy-faced man, who laughed heartily while looking at Lu Qing and the others.

"I never expected people from the imperial court to be so useless."

Pei Shu’er’s eyes were cold and fierce. In truth, those who could endure until this point of exile were of fairly good aptitude.

If not for the long journey that damaged their foundation, their strength wouldn’t be limited to just this.

Pei Shu’er gritted her teeth, walked up to Lu Qing, and said, "Lord, this situation is not good; I have a strategy that might be useful."

Lu Qing’s eyes lit up, "Go ahead and tell me."

Pei Shu’er quickly explained her idea to Lu Qing, who then fell silent and looked at her with a peculiar expression.

Pei Shu’er was taken aback; she had only seen such strategies in war films and had not executed them. Could it be that it wasn’t feasible?

Then Lu Qing nodded, "Alright, Pei Shu’er, take several government officers and go with Tang Zan to capture their leader. We will stall them to create an opportunity for you."

Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan quietly advanced towards the hairy-faced man’s location, when one of the government officers stepped on a twig, making a tiny sound.

The hairy-faced man’s ears twitched, and he spun around abruptly. Upon seeing those coming to ambush, he sleazily dug into the crowd.

Tang Zan didn’t give the hairy-faced man a chance; he threw a stone from his hand, striking the man’s Yongquan acupoint. Once immobilized, the government officers captured and bound him.

Several bandits saw the commotion here and ran over, attempting to rescue their accomplice.

Pei Shu’er took another sip of Spiritual Spring Water and began to fight.

She was fighting vigorously when suddenly her vision went black, and she was almost stabbed through the head by a bandit.

She hurriedly retreated, waiting for her vision to clear.

But the bandits wouldn’t let up, and Pei Shu’er was dizzy and pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

Seeing Pei Shu’er like this, Tang Zan’s face darkened. He stabbed several of the bandits who targeted Pei Shu’er through the heart with his sword, killing them.

At least she was his Heir’s wife; if she were to die in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

However, Pei Shu’er’s physical condition was very serious; she was experiencing heart palpitations and a bit of suffocation.

Her body was weak and unsteady, and she might faint if not supported by the Spiritual Spring Water.

At this moment, a bandit pierced Pei Shu’er’s abdomen.

Pei Shu’er groaned, her face turning pale instantly as she lost her balance and tumbled down the slope.

Pei Shu’er felt she was truly done for this time; falling down such a high slope, surely she would end up with no remains.

She was merely an expendable pawn, doomed to die anytime, without any fortune.

Even in the original plot, she was a character destined to die.

So this time, it seemed likely she was finished.

Thinking this, Pei Shu’er sighed, questioning if she was just here to endure hardship in ancient times, do some "budget travel," and then perish?

As her body plummeted rapidly, Tang Zan dashed toward her, reaching out to grab her while holding tightly onto a tree trunk with his other hand.

At the same time, the government officers finally seemed to react, threatening the hairy-faced man with their blades.

"Your leader has been captured by us; you better lay down your arms."

At this perfect moment, a bandit behind Tang Zan smirked maliciously and swung his sword fiercely towards him.

Pei Shu’er shouted, "Tang Zan!"

Tang Zan didn’t release Pei Shu’er’s hand, but instead rolled onto the ground, and both fell off the cliff.

Then, at this moment, her black vision suddenly cleared.

Pei Shu’er was speechless; her physical weakness was too ill-timed.

At the same time, Pei Shu’er was shocked that she had no idea what was going through Tang Zan’s mind that compelled him to save her.

As the two rolled down the mountain together, they sighed inwardly.

Actually, this was all her fault; had her body not suddenly malfunctioned, things wouldn’t have ended up this way.

Fortunately, the slope was gentle, and they rolled for quite a while before stopping, with their injuries not being severe.

Tang Zan looked at Pei Shu’er’s abdominal wound, his eyes filled with shock, his face even more grim.

"Pei Shu’er, do you have any medicine with you?"

Pei Shu’er didn’t carry medicine but had plenty in her space.

She took out a white porcelain bottle from her bosom, filled with wound medicine that promoted healing.

She had changed the original packaging so she could take it out anytime.

Tang Zan quickly sprinkled the medicine powder on Pei Shu’er’s wound, her face growing paler until she fell asleep in a dazed state.

Tang Zan was helpless. Seeing Pei Shu’er murmuring in the middle of the night about being cold, he hugged her in his arms, relying on the warmth of the fire and their body heat to make it through the night.

Pei Shu’er woke up in Tang Zan’s arms the next morning.

Tang Zan was still asleep; he had dark circles under his eyes, clearly not having slept well the previous night.

Pei Shu’er felt as if she had smelled this scent on Tang Zan before, perhaps when she had a fever.

She thought again that it was unlikely; how could Tang Zan be so kind? Perhaps she had hallucinated from the fever.

But now, seeing Tang Zan holding her, Pei Shu’er couldn’t help but think.

Perhaps it was too cold last night, and Tang Zan hugged her for mutual warmth, a gainful exchange.

Tang Zan sensed movement in his arms, slowly opened his dark eyes, and saw Pei Shu’er close at hand.

She was looking up at him with eyes showing a bit of confusion and even more naivety.

Tang Zan draped a coat over his legs and spoke coldly.

"Get up, we’ve been separated from the others."

Pei Shu’er stood up, only to feel dizzy again as she rose.

She wobbled, nearly falling to the ground, but Tang Zan swiftly caught her and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow, huh? Why didn’t she feel dizzy anymore?

This dizziness was truly bizarre.

"My head is spinning badly."

Pei Shu’er checked her pulse, finding her body somewhat weak and showing signs of liver Qi deficiency.

Beyond that, she found no other symptoms.