"Older Cousin?!" Dong Changlan was stunned, her expression tense. "Older Cousin, you're hurt!"
Bai Qingyan leapt off her horse, her movements agile. She glanced at her clothes and smiled. "It's someone else's blood. I'm fine."
Mrs. Cui was also frightened, her face turning pale. Hearing what Bai Qingyan said, she pressed a handkerchief to her chest, feeling her stomach churn. She quickly patted her chest to suppress the feeling. She had always been squeamish about blood.
"Changlan, Sister Rong... safe journey!" Bai Qingyan smiled.
Dong Changlan bowed deeply to Bai Qingyan, helped Mrs. Cui onto the carriage, and Mrs. Cui lifted the curtain to say to Bai Qingyan: "Older Cousin, find time to visit Dengzhou, Grandmother misses you very much."
"Got it!" Bai Qingyan nodded.
"Tingzhen, you're really not going to Dengzhou?" Mrs. Cui asked Dong Tingzhen again.