Chapter 19: The Young Lady Has A Plan
Mo Zheng’s consciousness drifted hazily, the surroundings sometimes noisy sometimes quiet.
Before collapsing, her hand covered her mouth and nose.
The sleeve cuff, pre-soaked in medicine, emitted a strong scent.
She bit the sleeve cuff, residual medicinal powder sliding into her mouth.
Making one dry heave.
Also keeping one’s consciousness clear.
She could hear Yang Luo’s shrill voice speaking, then hear chaotic footsteps approaching.
She struggled to get up.
“A Sheng, don’t move, don’t move.” Yang Luo’s voice came, a pair of hands pressing her shoulders, “We can go back to the inn now.”
We can go back to the inn now.
“Don’t let them support me.” Mo Zheng said forcefully.
Yang Luo helped her up.
“I’ll support you, I’ll support you.” She said loudly, then scolded the approaching soldiers, “Don’t touch her.”
Mo Zheng heard Wei Jiao chuckle “Dog-like thing, quite fierce.”
Borrowing Yang Luo’s strength, she stood up, swaying, and because of the exertion, the wound sent sharper pain.
This was good too, pain could also keep one’s consciousness clear.
Yang Luo half-supported half-dragged the hunter youth toward the inn. The inn, which had seemed somewhat small before, now felt extraordinarily long to walk to. When they finally returned to the room, the hunter youth was almost entirely covered in blood.
Yang Luo hurriedly wanted to undo her clothes, and shouted to fetch a doctor.
But the hunter youth pressed down on her own clothes.
“I’ll do it myself.” She said weakly.
Yang Luo stamped her foot: “What time is it and you’re still worried about propriety between men and women!”
This hunter youth seemed to lack the strength to speak, but stubbornly held her clothes and wouldn’t let them be touched.
“I have medicine.” She only said, “I can stop the bleeding myself.”
Yang Luo could only give up undoing her clothes for her, and hurriedly went to find medicine. She knew the youth had prepared a lot of medicine in advance for the road, and she was also very skilled at treating her own wounds—this was a hunter’s skill.
Sure enough, a pile of medicine was found in the bundle on the table, and she brought it all over.
“Which one to use, which one?”
Mo Zheng first grabbed a small porcelain bottle from it, poured the small pills from it into her mouth, and while swallowing, vaguely said “I’ll do it myself, you…”
She looked at Yang Luo, guilt appearing on her pale face.
“It’s my incompetence, I failed to protect you, and let you still expose your identity.”
This girl had hired her as a guard precisely to hide her identity, but unexpectedly, not long after setting out, she still exposed her identity in front of the government.
Yang Luo said: “I hid my identity to preserve my life. Just now I was about to lose my life, what was there to hide.”
Mo Zheng shook her head: “You said before, the ones who want to kill you are colluding with the government…”
She was still worried, guilty. Yang Luo smiled: “It’s fine, I have my own ways.”
Still ways? The hunter youth looked suspicious.
Yang Luo stamped her foot: “You just don’t worry about these, hurry and stop your bleeding.”
In just this time speaking, the blood dripping from under the youth’s feet had already formed a pool.
“You also know danger lies ahead, hurry and recover from your injury.” Yang Luo no longer insisted on undressing her to apply medicine, turned and walked out: “Now that you’re injured, I’ll guard you, hurry and use the medicine.”
Mo Zheng heavily hummed from behind, watching Yang Luo walk out.
The door closed, the guilt and heaviness on her face dissipated, her lips curved slightly, and she lowered her gaze.
“Thank you, Young Lady, for the protection.”
……
…….
“Duke Ding’an’s Mansion’s young lady?”
Wei Jiao had just eaten, wiping his mouth with a brocade handkerchief.
Yang Luo was also secretly looking at him, not knowing what he had eaten, but his lips were red, making his skin appear even more fair and tender, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, seeming to naturally carry a smile.
Wei Jiao raised his eyes to look over.
The smile in his eyes, however, was like ice shards.
Yang Luo hurriedly averted her gaze.
He was good-looking, no wonder the princesses vied for his affection, but he was truly frightening, not just the chill in his eyes, but also that brutality of killing at will.
“Which young lady?” Wei Jiao asked, and smiled again, “Make up a good story, you only have one chance.”
As he spoke, he twirled his fingers.
Yang Luo caught sight from the corner of her eye of a small snake-like small sword spinning in his fingers, flashing with a quenched blue light.
“Actually, I’m not exactly from Duke Ding’an’s Mansion.” She said.
As the words fell, the cheerfully spinning small snake sword stopped….
“I’m Duke Ding’an’s Wife’s niece. My surname is Yuan. My mother is Duke Ding’an’s Wife’s younger sister, married into the Yuan family in Tengzhou…” Yang Luo said it all in one breath, until she nearly suffocated, then paused to catch her breath.
The small sword in Wei Jiao’s hand slowly turned.
Yang Luo took a deep breath and continued: “Duke Ding’an Yang Bin is my uncle by marriage, Duke Ding’an’s Wife Ren Xiulan is my aunt, my eldest cousin is Yang Shanshu, my cousin is Yang Hui.”
Wei Jiao looked at her and smiled: “You’ve memorized it quite completely.”
This person’s smile was neither warm nor cold, Yang Luo felt somewhat uneasy, her eyes darting.
“If you can’t deceive, don’t tell lies.” Wei Jiao said, his expression disdainful, “Looks very stupid.”
Yang Luo was somewhat ashamed and annoyed: “I’m not deceiving… I just… it’s inconvenient to reveal my identity…”
Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow: “How is it inconvenient? Is Duke Ding’an’s identity unspeakable, or is the Yuan family in Tengzhou unspeakable?”
This person spoke so bluntly. Yang Luo couldn’t help glaring at him, momentarily not knowing how to respond.
A shout came from behind: “Stop.”
Yang Luo instinctively turned her head and saw Mo Zheng coming over.
The youth had changed into a new set of clothes, the thickness of bandaging visible on her arm and back, looking like medicine had been applied, but with movement, blood still seeped out. She was also clearly physically exhausted, but her hand still dragged a knife.
Stopped by the embroidered uniform guards standing around, she seemed not to hear, only looking at Yang Luo, stepping forward one by one.
This child was truly too earnest, even like this, still struggling to come protect her.
“A Sheng.” Yang Luo hurriedly called, “You stand still and don’t move, I’m fine, I’m explaining to the Captain.”
Mo Zheng stopped and didn’t move, but her gaze firmly fixed on Wei Jiao.
Wei Jiao looked at the youth over there and found it somewhat amusing.
“Dog-like.” He said.
Yang Luo didn’t want to hear him speak anymore, stepped forward: “It’s my actions that are unspeakable.”
Her hands clasped tightly in front of her, as if using all her strength.
“I sneaked out from home, I ran away from marriage, my parents arranged a marriage I didn’t like, I’m going to seek refuge with my aunt.”
“My family must be searching everywhere for me, I’m afraid of being caught back.”
She covered her face with both hands, tears surging out.
“Please, don’t hand me over to the government.”
“Otherwise, I can only die.”
After saying this, the girl burst into loud crying.
At this moment, an embroidered uniform guard ran in from the street.
“Captain.” He approached Wei Jiao and said lowly, “Old Madam Li has confessed.”
Wei Jiao sneered: “Truly boring, why not hold out till the end?”
As he spoke, he looked toward the hunter youth standing there. Because he saw the girl crying, the young guard who had obediently stopped now tried to step forward again, the embroidered uniform guards’ blades pressed against his chest, blood seeping from his chest as well.
Wei Jiao tsk-tsked in admiration: “Truly a good dog.”
As he spoke, he stood up and staggered out.
Yang Luo still stood in place covering her face, hearing footsteps, and peeking through her fingers, discovered Wei Jiao had left, and the embroidered uniform guards had gone with him.
“Young Lady.” Mo Zheng, supporting herself with a bamboo pole, finally reached her side and said lowly, “Is it alright now?”
Yang Luo raised her hand to wipe her tears.
She had indeed been lying just now, but what she said was also all true.
In that life, at the same time she entered the capital, her aunt’s niece who ran away from marriage was also on the road to the capital.
This Miss Yuan was very lucky, hiding her identity to reach Duke Ding’an’s Mansion, but also very unlucky—her aunt couldn’t save her, and instead deceived her, putting her in a carriage to be sent home.
Then there was no more news of this Miss Yuan.
This was enough to use.
If Wei Jiao went to check with the Yuan family, the matter of Miss Yuan running away from home was absolutely true.
By bringing out the relationship with Duke Ding’an’s Mansion, Wei Jiao couldn’t shout about killing her and using her corpse for identification.
Moreover, she had stated the names of people in Duke Ding’an’s Mansion so accurately, enough to prove she wasn’t lying.
Wei Jiao’s goal was to investigate rebel villains, he wouldn’t really cling to her.
Yang Luo exhaled, and said softly: “Should be fine now.”
The hunter youth relaxed: “Still, Young Lady is impressive, I couldn’t help with anything.”
Still feeling guilty? Yang Luo smiled.
Good to feel guilty, owing her, in the future help her kill.
Kill all those who harmed her!
