It was said that Jiangnan is an outstanding  place, the scenery is beautiful, the people are pretty. They have the most bustling market, have the most beautiful maidens. They have refreshing sky, have shallow water. Anyone who arrived at this place will be reluctant to go back.
HongSan came to Jiangnan for some time, a group of friends keep asking to bring him to places to play. But, he can’t tell why this time he keep feeling unsettled. Feels like something bad is going to happen. His heart was not in it when he went out to play with friends. Heart full of worry.
Just today, he woke up early in the morning because of a nightmare. In the dream, he saw Zhu WuXin lying in a pool of blood, hand stretching out to grab something but didn’t manage to grab anything. He wanted to rush to her side, but she suddenly sunk deep into the pool of blood. No matter how fast he rushed to her, he was unable to save her. He can only watch as she sink down bit by bit.
HongSan woke up with a start, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He decided that he must go back to the Capital to see Zhu WuXin no matter what. Before this, he experienced this kind of flustered feeling once. That was when Wuxin’s mother passed away. Then, if it wasn’t that he arrived on time, WuXin would most probably has been killed by those ill-intentioned servants.
Ever since they were young, HongSan has always been her protector. He grew accustomed standing behind her to protect her, he was afraid to see her getting hurt, to see her getting bullied. But, she always refused his request to stay at his side. Right now, only by confirming that she is really fine then HongSan’s heart can settle down. Otherwise he would go crazy by this palpitation of his heart.
“Xiao Hei, why is the carriage stopped?”
HongSan left a few people at Jiangnan to help him audit the accounts first, while he came back to Capital with Xiao Hei. The carriage have rushed days and nights, and has not stopped ever since they started the journey. But now, they suddenly stopped in the middle of it. HongSan instantly open the curtain of the carriage, asking nervously. Xiao Hei used the whip to point at the figure riding on a horse heading towards them, “Young Master, take a look at the person riding a horse in front, looked a bit like Xiao Lian.”
HongSan squinted his eyes, the person on the horse is getting nearer, and finally they managed to see clearly the face, “That is Xiao Lian.”
Her hair was messed up by the wind, body covered in dust, Xiao Lian obviously never expect to be able to meet HongSan here. Excitedly jumped down from the horse, continuously rolling and running, she cried and knelt in front of HongSan, “Young Master, Young Master you please go back to save Miss. If you don’t go back, then Miss, then……”
Xiao Lian haven’t finished her words, with a sound “Putong”, both of her eyes shut closed and she fainted in front of the carriage.
 : 人傑地靈 – Idiom, literal meaning illustrious hero, spirit of the place; a place derives reflected glory from an illustrious son