"Official, official!" She called out loudly, her anxious and sharp voice carrying far into the night sky.
Even the night owls seemed to have fallen silent. The surroundings suddenly became eerily still.
The official did not respond.
She had to find him. Qiu Niang took a few breaths before slowly rolling over to sit up, forcing herself to endure the pain as she moved her limbs.
Fortunately, apart from her arm, neck, and face being severely bruised, it seemed she hadn't broken any bones or suffered any obvious internal injuries. She looked up and assessed the situation; the bottom of the ditch was almost ten feet from the ground. She had fallen into the ditch from a speeding carriage, yet she hadn't broken her neck? Heaven truly protected her, but would the official be as fortunate as she was?
Thinking of this, she grew anxious and seemed to find strength, managing to stagger to the edge of the ditch, using hands and feet to try climbing out.
