After I died, they cried in the live studio

"I think we can also use this incident to strengthen our ties with our partners," Sang Shuwan said with keen eyes and great interest. "Working together and sharing resources will not only help us better prevent risks, but also create more value together."

Nancy quickly agreed: "That's right! Unity is strength. We and our partners are united as one. No matter how much Sang Jiuyue tries, she won't be able to cause any big trouble. Moreover, through cooperation, we can learn more experience and improve our own strength."

"From now on, let's start preparing and turn the crisis into an opportunity." Sang Shuwan held Nancy's hand tightly, his eyes full of expectation and determination.

Nancy shook his hand back firmly and said firmly, "Okay! Let's work hard together to make the future road wider and wider and create more wonderful achievements!"

Under this cherry tree, witnessed by the moonlight and petals, the two people's vows drifted in the night with the breeze, filled with infinite positive energy and longing for the future.

In the morning, Farah Manor wakes up in the morning light, like a gorgeous painting. The magnificent main castle stands in the center. The off-white exterior wall glows softly under the caress of the sun, and the towering towers reach into the sky, as if telling the glory of the past. In front of the castle, a clear artificial lake is like a mirror, reflecting the majestic appearance of the castle and the lush forests on the shore. Willows sway by the lake, and the slender willow branches dance in the wind, like green fairies dancing.

Sang Shuwan and Nancy walked out of the riverside villa in light morning clothes. The villa combines modern simplicity with natural simplicity, with wood and glass cleverly matched, surrounded by green plants and colorful flowers. The lawn in front of the villa is trimmed as smooth as a green carpet, and the dew on the grass tip sparkles like tiny diamonds.

Walking along the wide stone road, colorful flowers compete for splendor in the neatly trimmed bushes on both sides of the road. The red ones are like fire, passionate and unrestrained; the pink ones are like clouds, gentle and romantic; the purple ones are like dreams, mysterious and profound. The dewdrops on the petals are like pearls, rolling gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of rich fragrance.

"Nancy, every time I walk here, I feel like I'm in a fairyland." Sang Shuwan took a deep breath of the fresh air, a comfortable smile on his face.

Nancy nodded vigorously, her eyes full of excitement: "Yes, we must explore it today."

Before they knew it, they came to a magnificent bridge. The bridge was built of solid bluestone and was wide enough for several carriages to run side by side. The exquisite reliefs on the bridge railings told ancient legends, heroic gods, and lively mythical beasts. Every line was delicate and subtle, as if whispering the story of the years. Under the bridge, the river was rushing, making a deafening sound, and the surging waves were like thousands of troops, stirring up layers of snow-white waves.

At this moment, Sang Shuwan's phone suddenly rang. She took out her phone to check, and her face turned pale instantly. "Nancy, something big has happened." Sang Shuwan handed the phone to Nancy in a trembling voice.

Nancy took the phone and saw the news on the screen that "Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling divorced, shocking insider exposure", and she couldn't help but gasp. "How could this happen? Yi Shuqi was at a party with us some time ago, and he and Chu Ling looked so loving at the time." Nancy's face was full of disbelief, and her eyes were full of shock and confusion.

Sang Shuwan frowned, his expression solemn: "I can't believe it either. But thinking back carefully, Yi Shuqi has indeed contacted us less frequently recently, and every time she speaks, she seems to be worried."

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and the trees beside the bridge rustled, as if they were also amazed by the sudden news. The river was surging, and the waves hit the bridge foundation violently, as if they were going to sweep everything up.

"Yi Shuqi is our friend for many years. We must find out what's going on and see if we can help." Nancy said anxiously, worry revealed in her eyes.

Sang Shuwan nodded, his eyes firm: "Yes, we have to contact him as soon as possible. Chu Ling has always been domineering. I don't know how much grievance Yi Shuqi has suffered over the years."

In the dilapidated warehouse in a remote corner of the manor, it was dark and damp, filled with a decaying smell. Sang Jiuyue was hiding in the corner, her hair was messy and her clothes were tattered. The light from the mobile phone screen shone on her haggard face. Seeing the same divorce news, she was stunned at first, and then a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling are actually divorced? This is really an unexpected variable." Sang Jiuyue murmured to herself, with a thoughtful look on her face. She knew Yi Shuqi's influence in the art world, and this news might be the key to her changing the situation.

Sang Jiuyue held her phone tightly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She stood up slowly, her ragged clothes fluttering in the wind, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

At this time, Sang Shuwan and Nancy stood on the bridge, looking at the turbulent river below, their hearts full of worry for their friends. They knew that the days ahead might not be peaceful anymore, and they would be involved in an unknown storm.

On the majestic bridge of Farah Manor, the wind was howling, and Sang Shuwan and Nancy's hair was blown wildly, but they were unaware of it, as their hearts were filled with the shock of the heavy news of Yi Shuqi's divorce.

"Nancy, this news is too sudden. Shu Qi must be very shocked." Sang Shuwan frowned, his eyes full of worry, "I must contact her immediately."

Nancy looked solemn. She raised her hand and gently pressed Sang Shuwan's arm, saying, "Shuwan, don't worry. We have been close friends with Shu Qi for many years. If she didn't contact us, she must be in a very bad state and doesn't have the courage to face us."

Hearing this, Sang Shuwan slowly put down his phone, took a deep breath, and calmed down his emotions: "You are right, I was impulsive. It's just that when I think of Shu Qi who might be suffering alone, I am anxious. Chu Ling loves her, but if he really cherishes her, how could he go to the point of divorce?"

Nan looked at the surging river under the bridge, his thoughts drifting away: "I still remember the last time we had a party, Shu Qi and Chu Ling showed up together. At first glance, they looked very affectionate, but I inadvertently caught the loneliness in Shu Qi's eyes. At the time, I thought it was an illusion, but now I think that their relationship might have already cracked at that time."

Sang Shuwan closed his eyes slightly, and past memories flooded into his mind like a tide: "Yes, Shu Qi was obsessed with art and devoted herself to creation, while Chu Ling was dealing with fame and fortune all day long. The two pursued different things, and the conflicts accumulated over time and finally broke out. But I really can't understand, if Chu Ling loved Shu Qi deeply, how could he make an unforgivable mistake and force Shu Qi to give up this relationship."

The wind gradually weakened, and the rustling of the trees beside the bridge gradually subsided, but the waves in the two people's hearts became more and more turbulent.

"Shu Wan, we have to do something." Nancy turned her head and looked at Sang Shu Wan firmly, "Even if we can't contact Shu Qi directly at this moment, we have to do our part for her."

Sang Shuwan pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Chu Ling has always been strong, this divorce is a big blow to her, there is no guarantee that she will not do something extreme. We must always pay attention to her movements and protect Shu Qi."

Nancy bit her lip, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes: "If she dares to hurt Shu Qi, I will never let her off easily!"

Sang Shuwan patted Nancy's shoulder and soothed her gently, "Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness won't solve the problem. I will contact my friends in the art circle and find out if Chu Ling is doing anything bad in secret."

Nancy nodded, then thought of something and looked worried: "What about Shu Qi's works? Will the paintings she poured so much effort into be used by Chu Ling as a tool to save face?"

Sang Shuwan's expression froze, realizing the seriousness of the problem: "It is very likely. Chu Ling has always wanted to use Shu Qi's artistic achievements to elevate himself. We must find Shu Qi's agent as soon as possible to discuss how to protect the work."

At this time, a group of birds flew briskly over the bridge, and their clear chirping broke the brief silence.

"Nancy, no matter what happens, we must stand firmly beside Shu Qi." Sang Shuwan held Nancy's hand tightly, his eyes full of determination and determination, "Accompany her through this difficult time."

Nancy shook his hand back vigorously, her eyes equally firm: "Of course! Let's help Shu Qi get out of the haze and embrace a new life."

The wind was howling on the bridge. Sang Shuwan and Nancy stood there for a long time until the night was as dark as ink, completely covering Farah Manor.

Sang Shuwan raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness: "Nancy, too much has happened today, let's take a rest first, and then find a way to contact Shu Qi tomorrow."

Nancy looked gloomy and nodded gently. The moonlight shone on her face, reflecting a touch of sadness: "Yes, I hope Shu Qi can sleep well tonight and get rid of these troubles for a while."

The two turned around and walked slowly back along the way they came. The moonlight stretched their shadows, swaying on the stone road. Along the way, the flowers were no longer fragrant, and the quiet fountain seemed to have lost its vitality. The exquisite sculptures of the past now cast strange shadows in the moonlight, as if hiding countless secrets.

Back at the villa, the warm yellow light shone through the window into the courtyard. Sang Shuwan opened the door, but the familiar layout of the house did not make her feel relaxed at all. She said to Nancy, "Go to bed early and don't think too much. Tomorrow is a new beginning."

Nancy forced a smile and responded, "You too, don't worry too much, we can definitely help Shu Qi."

They went back to their rooms. Sang Shuwan walked into the bedroom, washed up, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the windowsill, but her thoughts drifted to Yi Shuqi in the distance, wondering if she was also under this moonlight, bearing pain and sadness alone. After a long time, Sang Shuwan gradually fell asleep in a state of worry.

Alice's company is busy on the top floor of a commercial building in the city center. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let in bright light, the interior decoration is simple yet luxurious, and there are several paintings by famous artists hanging on the wall, showing the owner's extraordinary taste.

Alice was wearing a smart black suit and high heels as she walked quickly through the office area. She had neat short hair and eyes like cold stars twinkling in the night sky. She was fully engaged in her work. Suddenly, her assistant came running over in a panic and handed her a mobile phone. The news on the screen that "Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling are divorced" was very eye-catching.

Instantly, Alice's eyebrows knitted tightly, like ripples on a calm lake caused by a breeze, and a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes. She quickly browsed the content and ordered her assistant without thinking: "Convene the public relations team immediately and hold a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."

The assistant left in a hurry, and Alice strode towards the conference room. She sat down at the head of the conference table, tapping the tabletop with her slender fingers rhythmically, thinking quickly about the response strategy in her mind.

Ten minutes later, the PR team members filed in. Alice got straight to the point: "I'm sure everyone has seen the news of Yi Shuqi's divorce. It's now trending on the hot searches. We must suppress the heat in the shortest possible time to reduce the negative impact."

The team members nodded one after another, their eyes focused. Alice continued, "Arrange reliable internet trolls to post a large amount of entertainment gossip, social hot spots and other irrelevant information to distract the public's attention. Use all of our company's social media accounts to guide public opinion and make this topic disappear from the public's view as soon as possible."

One member questioned: "What if there is some other hidden story behind this news? Will this be counterproductive?"

Alice's eyes were sharp as a torch, and she responded firmly: "Now is not the time to consider the hidden truth. The first priority is to protect Yi Shuqi and prevent her from getting hurt further. We will react accordingly as things develop in the future."

After the meeting, everyone quickly got back to work. Alice sat in the office, looking out the window at the bustling city scene, and prayed silently in her heart: "Shu Qi, I hope you can get through this difficult time safely."

The plane was flying smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Outside the window was the azure blue sky like a gemstone, and white clouds passed by the plane like cotton wool. Yi Shuqi sat by the window, with a suitcase beside her, which contained her simple clothes and memories of the past.

Her phone lay quietly in her bag, in flight mode, so she didn't receive any anxious calls or messages from her friends. She looked out the window, her eyes empty, her thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.

"Sending the child to him this time can be regarded as a relatively proper end to this relationship." Yi Shuqi thought silently in her heart, "I just don't know what his expression will be when he sees the child." Regarding the flash marriage at the time, the outside world has always been full of doubts. But only she herself knows that she has no love between men and women for Chu Ling since a long time ago. The reason why she chose to get married was just to let the child return to Chu Ling's name legitimately, give the child a complete home, and a seemingly normal growth environment.

She gently closed her eyes, and the scene of the day when she went through the divorce procedures involuntarily emerged in her mind. The sun shone through the window onto the desk of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and everything around was coated with a layer of light gold. She and Chu Ling sat there side by side, with calm expressions and peaceful tones, without quarreling, crying, or even excessive emotional ups and downs. They were like two old friends who were calmly discussing something that was very ordinary.

"How do you think about dividing the property?" Chu Ling was the first to break the silence, his voice low and steady.

Yi Shuqi raised her eyes slightly, her gaze fell on the document in front of her, and said softly: "You know, I don't care much about those material things. I just want to ensure that my child has a worry-free life in the future."

Chu Ling nodded, and did not argue about the division of property any more. Then, the two signed a series of documents one after another, and each one seemed to put an end to their short and complicated marriage.

The whole process was so quiet that it seemed unreal. There was no heart-wrenching or intense emotional conflict as imagined. When the last document was signed, Yi Shuqi looked up at the sky outside the window, and a sense of relief welled up in her heart.

The plane was slightly bumpy, pulling Yi Shuqi back to reality from her memories. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, feeling mixed emotions. This journey was not only a long journey for her, but also a complete farewell to her past emotions. But the road ahead was still long, and she didn't know what was waiting for her, but at this moment, she could only move forward bravely. The plane shuttled above the clouds, and the scenery outside the window was like a dream, but Yi Shuqi's mind was not on this magnificent scenery at all. The suitcase next to her carried her few bags, and also carried her precipitation of the past. The mobile phone was silent in the bag, and the flight mode isolated the noise and disturbance of the outside world.

"Finally, I have sent my child safely to his side. Every minute and every second of these five or six years of companionship is invaluable. In the future, the child can grow up with his father. Although I am reluctant to let him go, this will also provide him with a complete environment for growth." Yi Shuqi thought to herself, her eyes full of attachment and relief.

She recalled the various speculations about her and Chu Ling's flash marriage, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. In fact, the flame of love had long been extinguished in her heart many years ago. She maintained this marriage just to make the child legitimately belong to Chu Ling and give the child the protection of a regular family.

Now, she can finally put an end to this relationship. She slowly closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to the day of her divorce. In the Civil Affairs Bureau, soft light sprinkled on the table. She and Chu Ling sat side by side, as peaceful as old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"You decide on the property distribution. I just want my children to live a good life." Yi Shuqi's tone was gentle, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

Chu Ling nodded slightly, without saying anything more, and the two signed the document in tacit understanding. Every time they put pen to paper, it was like sealing a part of the past. The whole process was almost silent, with no quarrels or crying, as if they were just completing a set ceremony.

"Traveling around the world, this dream hidden in my heart for many years, finally has the opportunity to be realized." Yi Shuqi silently hopes in her heart. Along the way, she will walk through mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, appreciate all things in the world, rediscover herself on the journey, and embrace life.

The plane was slightly bumpy, interrupting her reverie. Yi Shuqi opened her eyes, looked out the window at the boundless blue sky, and took a deep breath. The past was over, and the future was full of unknowns and expectations. She bid farewell to her past identity and constraints, and was about to embark on a global journey to pursue her dreams with a new attitude.

After a long flight, the plane landed steadily at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. The cabin door opened, Yi Shuqi took a deep breath of the air with the unique scent of Paris, and stepped out. At this moment, she felt mixed emotions, with both anticipation for the unknown journey that was about to begin and deep concern for her children who stayed in China. "Baby, mommy is going to pursue her dream, wait for me to come back." She silently said in her heart, with a flash of determination in her eyes.

After leaving the airport, Yi Shuqi took a taxi to the city. Along the way, French-style buildings unfolded slowly before her eyes like beautiful paintings. The spires of Gothic buildings reached into the sky, as if they were talking to the sky. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, they outlined a mysterious and solemn outline. Baroque-style buildings were decorated with intricate carvings on the exterior walls, exquisite scroll patterns, and lifelike sculptures of figures, all of which showed the luxury and splendor of the past. The two complemented each other and were scattered on both sides of the street, forming a unique urban landscape in Paris.

The car drove along the Seine River, the river water sparkled like a huge mirror, reflecting the buildings and pedestrians on the shore. On the river, the cruise ship slowly shuttled, the bow cut through the calm water, and ripples appeared. Tourists on the cruise ship either leaned on the railing to appreciate the scenery on both sides of the river, or laughed and enjoyed this pleasant time. Artists along the river sat attentively in front of the drawing board, the brush in their hands was like a smart elf, outlining the beauty of Paris on the canvas, adding a touch of smart artistic color to the city.

After arriving at the hotel and taking a short rest, Yi Shuqi went to the Paris Fashion Week show. The show is located in an old and magnificent building. While retaining the historical charm, the building incorporates modern design elements. The huge glass curtain wall and the classical masonry structure complement each other. At the door, people dressed in fashionable clothes came in one after another. Their styles were different. Some were simple and elegant, showing a sense of luxury with smooth lines and plain colors; some were exaggerated and bold, using strange materials and bright colors to attract people's attention. Yi Shuqi walked into the show with longing, and was instantly surrounded by the warm atmosphere of the scene. It seemed that this place was cast with the magic of fashion, gathering trend pioneers and art elites from all over the world.

The huge crystal chandelier hangs down from the high ceiling, like a shining star, casting bright and soft light, reflecting on people's exquisite clothes and eager faces. The layout of the show is unique. The T stage is like a bright galaxy, paved with countless twinkling lights. The lights flicker and change with the rhythm of the music, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. On both sides of the T stage, there are huge abstract art installations. Their shapes are exaggerated and imaginative. Some are like twisted metal sculptures, and some are like solidified flowing liquids. Each piece silently tells the unruly and innovative fashion.

Just as Yi Shuqi was immersed in the wonderful arrangement of the show, the music suddenly sounded. The opening music was like a lively elf jumping and circling in the air, instantly grabbing everyone's attention. The first model appeared on the stage. She looked like a fairy from a dreamland, wearing a white dress as thin as a cicada's wing. The skirt was made of top-grade silk fabric, which was soft to the touch and shimmered with charming luster under the lights. The skirt was inlaid with fine crystals, like stars in the night sky, swaying with the model's steps and emitting dazzling light. The model's makeup was exquisite and unique. The eye makeup was mainly light blue, dotted with silver glitter, as if it was a lake reflecting the starry sky. The lips were painted with bright red lipstick, which looked particularly delicate against the background of fair skin. Her catwalk was light and firm, and every step was in a fashionable rhythm. The transition from toe to heel was natural and smooth. Her posture was upright and agile. She exuded a strong aura in her every move, attracting the attention of the whole audience.

Then, models dressed in different styles of clothing filed out. One model wore a slim black suit, which was neatly cut to fit the body curve perfectly, highlighting her capable temperament. The collar and cuffs of the suit were inlaid with a row of small golden rivets, adding a toughness and gorgeousness to the overall look. The matching metal accessories were exaggerated, and a large metal necklace was wrapped around the model's slender neck. The sharp edges and smooth lines on the necklace intertwined with each other, exuding a cold and unique charm. In sharp contrast, there was another model wearing a colorful printed long skirt. This long skirt was like a flowing scroll, with various colorful flower patterns on the skirt. The flowers were in different shapes, some were budding, and some were blooming, as if wearing the whole spring on the body. The skirt was layered like a blooming flower, several meters long. When walking, the skirt fluttered in the wind, showing a strong exotic style. The model wore a headdress made of colorful feathers. The feathers sparkled brilliantly under the light. With every step she took, the feathers trembled gently, adding a sense of mystery and charm to her.

Yi Shuqi was completely immersed in it, not daring to blink for a moment, for fear of missing any wonderful moment. Her eyes were full of surprise and admiration, and her face was flushed with excitement. Here, she felt the vigorous vitality and infinite creativity of fashion. Every piece of clothing, every catwalk, and every piece of music seemed to be telling a unique story. She seemed to be ignited by this powerful force, and a fiery passion surged from deep in her heart. She was no longer the mother bound by marriage, but a free soul who could bravely pursue her passion. At this moment, at the Paris Fashion Week show, she found a brand new self and opened a new chapter in her life.

In the dazzling shows of Paris Fashion Week, Yi Shuqi was deeply shocked by the charm of fashion. Her dream of becoming a fashion designer and establishing her own brand was ignited like a flame doused with hot oil.

The lights in the show gradually dimmed and the crowd slowly dispersed, but Yi Shuqi was still immersed in the feast of gorgeous clothes. She kept replaying the images of models walking on the catwalk in beautiful clothes in her mind. Every detail, from the texture of the fabric, the lines of the tailoring to the matching of the decorations, was repeatedly pondered in her mind. "I also want to create such moving works and have my own brand." This idea became more and more firm in her mind.

In the following days, Yi Shuqi plunged into the study of fashion design. She shuttled through the streets and alleys of Paris, exploring those niche tailor shops hidden in the corners, and observing the exquisite tailoring skills of the masters, and she watched for a whole day. The masters worked quickly, turning pieces of cloth into well-fitting clothes. Their hands seemed to have magic, which made Yi Shuqi obsessed. She also frequently visited major art museums in Paris, looking for inspiration in classical paintings. From the gorgeous costumes of the characters in Renaissance oil paintings to the bold use of colors in Impressionist paintings, she absorbed them and turned them into nutrients for design.

When preparing for her own clothing store, Yi Shuqi encountered many difficulties. With limited funds, she could only be frugal and look for cost-effective fabric suppliers. She traveled between cities again and again, bargaining with different suppliers, just to get fabrics that can guarantee quality and meet the budget. When looking for a suitable store location, she almost ran through every block in Paris. The rent of the bustling Champs-Elysées was high and exceeded the budget; some remote areas were worried about insufficient customer flow. But she did not give up, and continued to compare and analyze, and finally found a small but unique store in a block full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

At a temporary resting point outside the Farah Manor, Nancy's bodyguards were guarding the surroundings vigilantly. They were dressed in uniform, with upright postures and professional and focused eyes. It was afternoon, and the scorching sun was baking the earth mercilessly, and everyone was thirsty.

Sang Jiuyue's men disguised themselves as the manor's service staff, holding a tray full of drinks, and walked towards the bodyguards with a smile on their faces. "Thank you for your hard work. It's so hot, have a drink to quench your thirst." He said enthusiastically, but there was a subtle cunning flash in his eyes.

The bodyguards were a little wary at first, but when they saw the other party wearing the manor uniform and with a sincere attitude, coupled with the unbearable thirst, they gradually relaxed their vigilance. One of the bodyguards reached out to take a drink, tilted his head back and took a big sip, and smacked his lips in satisfaction after drinking: "Well, this drink is really good." Seeing this, the others also picked up the drinks and drank them all.

Not long after, the bodyguards' faces began to change. At first, they just frowned slightly and covered their stomachs unconsciously. Then, a sharp pain like a churning sea came from their stomachs, and beads of sweat appeared on everyone's forehead.

"This...what's going on?" A bodyguard said with difficulty, enduring the pain.

"I... my stomach hurts so much, I feel like I'm going to..." Before another bodyguard could finish his words, he covered his stomach and rushed to the toilet nearby. Other bodyguards were also affected, their faces pale, and they staggered around looking for the toilet. The scene suddenly became a mess.

At this time, Sang Jiuyue was standing in a corner not far away, watching this scene with a smug sneer on her face. "Hmph, let's see how you can protect Nancy. The next thing should be carried out according to my plan." She whispered to herself, with a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes.

The Persian sunshine poured down on the Farah Manor without reservation, and the flowers in the garden were reflected more beautifully, and the rich fragrance filled the air, but this intoxicating beauty could not attract Nancy and Sang Shuwan at all. With a strong curiosity about the reason for Yi Shuqi's divorce, they hurriedly decided to end the vacation early.

At the entrance of the manor, Sang Jiuyue was bending over, pretending to sweep the steps in front of the door carefully, waving the broom in her hand intermittently. Her lowered eyes hid a special kind of alertness, and her peripheral vision was firmly locked on every move in the manor. When the figures of Nancy and Sang Shuwan appeared in her field of vision, her heart suddenly tightened, and her hands stopped moving instantly.

Sang Jiuyue pretended to be calm, adjusted his posture slightly, quietly pointed the special communicator hidden in his sleeve at the ground, and ordered in a low but majestic voice: "The target has left the manor, track and capture them immediately, be careful, and don't let them get away." The voice was so light that it seemed like a breeze blowing, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every subordinate.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan walked hurriedly into the streets. The hawkers' cries came one after another, and the unique smell of spices filled the air, but they were so focused on Yi Shuqi that they were oblivious to everything around them. At this moment, several dark shadows flashed by the corner of the street and followed them silently.

When they reached a narrow fork in the road, Nancy felt a sudden chill all over her body, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into her heart. Just as she was about to remind Sang Shuwan, a slight sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. Nancy was horrified to see that a tranquilizer dart shot towards Sang Shuwan like lightning.

At the critical moment, Nancy rushed over and pushed Sang Shuwan away. The tranquilizer dart brushed past Sang Shuwan's hair and got stuck on the wall next to him.

"Be careful! There's an ambush!" Nancy shouted, looking around quickly.

In an instant, a group of men in black emerged from all the hidden corners like ghosts and surrounded the two of them. The men in black had stern expressions, and the daggers in their hands flashed a cold light in the sunlight.

Sang Shuwan turned pale and hid behind Nancy. Nancy took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and glared at the men in black: "Who are you? Why are you targeting us?"

The leading man in black sneered and said, "Stop talking nonsense and follow us. You will know the destination when you get there." After that, he waved his hand, and the man in black brandished a dagger, pressing forward in a fan shape.

Nancy protected Sang Shuwan behind her, staring at the approaching enemy with vigilance. She quickly thought of countermeasures in her mind, and her hands quietly groped at her side, hoping to find something useful as a weapon. Sang Shuwan hid behind Nancy, his body trembling slightly, his eyes full of fear and helplessness, but he still tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, trying to calm himself down.

Just as the men in black were about to make their move, a sudden noise came from the distance. A group of local patrol guards were walking towards them, and the leading captain shouted, "What are you doing?"

The black-clad men saw this and their faces suddenly changed. The leader gritted his teeth and said, "You are lucky, retreat!" After that, the black-clad men retreated quickly like a tide and disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan collapsed on the ground, still in shock. Looking at the direction where the man in black disappeared, Nancy knew that this crisis was just the beginning, and the secrets hidden behind it were far more complicated and dangerous than they had imagined.

After her breathing stabilized, Nancy helped Sang Shuwan to slowly stand up. Sang Shuwan's voice was filled with fear, and he trembled as he said, "Nancy, what is going on? Why would someone want to arrest us? Could it be related to Yi Shuqi?"

Nancy frowned, her eyes solemn, "He is definitely involved. It seems that there is a big secret behind Yi Shuqi's divorce, otherwise no one would go to such great lengths to stop us from investigating."

Sang Shuwan said worriedly: "But what should we do now? Those people will definitely not give up."

Nancy clenched her fists, her eyes firm: "We can't just let it go. Since they want to stop us, it means we are on the right track. We have to get ahead of them and find out what is hidden behind Yi Shuqi's divorce. Maybe this secret is related to the fate of many people."

The blazing sun in Persia made the streets scorching hot. Nancy and Sang Shuwan were surrounded by a group of men in black, and the atmosphere was tense. The leading man in black sneered and waved his hand to signal his men to press forward with daggers.

Sang Shuwan's face was as pale as paper, he tightly grasped the corner of Nancy's clothes, his body trembling slightly. Although Nancy pretended to be calm, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, her eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, her brain working rapidly, looking for a way to escape.

At this critical moment, Nancy inadvertently glanced behind her and found an empty alley. She was delighted and quietly touched Sang Shuwan with her elbow. Their eyes met and they understood each other in an instant.

Nancy nodded slightly and whispered quickly, "Listen to my command and let's run to the alley behind." Sang Shuwan swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously in response.

Nancy took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Three, two, one, run!" The two of them turned around and ran towards the alley at full speed.

The black-clad men were caught off guard by this sudden move, and after a moment of silence they shouted and chased after them. "Don't let them get away!" the leading black-clad man shouted angrily.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan rushed around in the narrow alley. The stone pavement was bumpy and Sang Shuwan almost tripped several times, but Nancy was quick to catch her.

"Nancy, I, I can't run anymore..." Sang Shuwan panted, his voice filled with tears.

"No, we can't be caught! Hold on a little longer!" Nancy gritted her teeth and pulled Sang Shuwan to continue running desperately.

After turning a corner, Nancy saw a small courtyard full of debris in front of her, with the door half-closed. Without thinking too much, she rushed in with Sang Shuwan and hid behind a pile of old wooden boxes.

The two of them covered their mouths and noses tightly, trying to suppress their heavy breathing. After a while, the hurried footsteps stopped outside the courtyard gate.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?" asked a man in black.

"He must be nearby, search carefully!" said the leading man in black viciously.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan didn't dare to breathe, and listened nervously to the noise outside. The footsteps lingered around them, and every step seemed to step on their hearts. (End of this chapter)