Chapter 214: Roadside’s Wait
A crashing sound rang out beside her ear.
Is that, weapons?
Yang Luo shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes, seeing no incoming knife and sword, only the carriage curtain embroidered with patterns.
There was no blood smell in her nostrils, but a strong smell of alcohol.
Yang Luo was momentarily dazed.
It seemed like she had a nightmare…
“How are you? Does anything hurt?”
Mo Zheng’s voice rang out beside her ear, and a face appeared.
It was not the youth’s cold and ashen appearance, but restored to female attire, with eyebrows and eyes more charming than before, cheeks and corners of the eyes flushed with peach blossom color.
“Your wound has already been bandaged, Tao Hua helped you change your clothes, but there was no time to rest. We can’t stay too long at Baoyue Tower. There are many imperial guards and secret guards around, and they would discover something unusual, so we pretended to be drunk and returned.”
Mo Zheng said softly.
“If you’re not feeling well, endure it a bit longer.”
Yang Luo’s scattered consciousness became clear, and she recalled what had happened earlier.
She hadn’t had a nightmare; she had nearly been killed by Wei Cui for real.
She propped herself up to sit.
“How are you?” she asked urgently. “That person…”
With a exertion of force, her arm throbbed with intense pain, and she let out a cry, falling back down.
Mo Zheng hurriedly supported her. “Don’t use force on the injured arm. It’s fine now; it’s been taken care of. He left.”
Taken care of, ah, that’s good, that’s good.
That was Wei Cui.
Wei Cui, whom even the Emperor feared.
Yang Luo murmured, “It’s all my fault for not doing well, letting them take me hostage and threaten you…”
“It has nothing to do with you. Since they targeted me, I would have to face them sooner or later.” Mo Zheng said softly. “With your identity as cover, I didn’t suffer too great a loss.”
Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. That’s good, that’s good.
“What did he want you to do?” She hesitated a moment and asked in a low voice.
Wei Cui wanted to rebel. Using Mo Zheng’s identity to threaten her—was he about to act against the Emperor?
Yes, she had once thought of using Mo Zheng to kill the Emperor, but that was because she suspected the Emperor wanted to kill her.
Now she knew it was a misunderstanding.
She wouldn’t and couldn’t kill the Emperor.
She knew that although Mo Zheng’s identity was from the previous dynasty’s imperial family, she actually didn’t want to kill the Emperor either.
But if Mo Zheng was forced…
Yang Luo clenched her hand at her side.
Mo Zheng’s soft laugh came from beside her ear.
“Of course he wanted me to rebel, then the world would be in chaos, and he could profit.”
“However, since he’s using me as a flag and has needs from me, I can also use him.”
Yang Luo was delighted and hurriedly asked, “How?” Then added, “What can I do?”
Mo Zheng reached out and patted her shoulder. “What you need to do now is recover from your injury and rest your spirit. Once you’re recovered, I’ll tell you about today’s events and the subsequent arrangements.”
Yang Luo hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Then she hurriedly looked Mo Zheng over. “A Sheng, you’re not injured, are you?”
Mo Zheng raised her brow. “If I were injured, Wei Cui wouldn’t have gotten away today.”
Yang Luo couldn’t help laughing. Yes, A Sheng was much more formidable than her. She could be slashed by Wei Cui, but A Sheng certainly wouldn’t.
She let out a long breath and closed her eyes. Exhausted and with the painkillers taking effect, after letting go of her tension, she seemed to fall into deep sleep in an instant.
Mo Zheng leaned against the carriage panel and said softly outward, “Tell Uncle Hong not to track Wei Cui. Don’t think about counterattacking or revenge for now, to avoid unnecessary harm.”
Sheng You, driving outside, responded, “Master Hong knows. Don’t worry.”
The words paused abruptly.
“Wei Jiao is here.”
Wei Jiao?
Mo Zheng was slightly stunned. She lifted the carriage curtain. They had already left the capital city and were nearing the National Academy. On the road ahead, there was a horse and a man, the embroidered uniform gleaming in the sunlight.
“Should we tip off Wei Jiao that his father was here, let the father and son dogs bite each other…” Sheng You asked in a low voice.
Mo Zheng said softly, “No need. Better to avoid trouble.”
With that, she lifted the carriage curtain and waved her sleeve with a beaming smile.
“Senior Brother.”
Her voice was cheerful, carrying a coquettishness it had never had before, perhaps due to the alcohol.
As the carriage drew near, Wei Jiao’s gaze swept over the young girl’s face, seeing the peach-red flush on her cheeks and at the corners of her eyes. Through the gap in the carriage curtain, he could also see the maidservant lying sprawled with flushed face…
The carriage was filled with the smell of alcohol.
He raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, his expression disdainful. “Stinky!”
Mo Zheng leaned against the carriage window and deliberately flicked her sleeve at him. “But it smells so good when drinking. Senior Brother, have you ever drunk alcohol?”
He hadn’t drunk it, but he had been soaked in it. Wei Jiao thought, every inch of his skin had been drinking…
He didn’t feel the fragrance.
Only pain.
He snorted coldly. “Starting the celebration now? It’s a bit early. If another assassin comes now, it should be others celebrating.”
Mo Zheng propped her chin and smiled at him. “There’s Senior Brother here.”
He didn’t believe such words. She indeed wasn’t afraid, because of her arrogance. Wei Jiao said indifferently, “Then I wish you good luck from now on. I’m going out.”
Mo Zheng instantly sat up straight. “Where are you going?”
But Wei Jiao said no more, urging his horse to turn around. Mo Zheng leaned out from inside the carriage and reached out… perhaps unsteady from drunkenness, her figure swayed, her originally extended right hand withdrew to grab the carriage window, but fortunately her left hand still caught Wei Jiao’s cloak.
“What am I supposed to do if you leave?” she shouted with wide eyes. “Does His Majesty allow it?”
Wei Jiao didn’t answer, frowned at her, then suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her right hand holding the carriage window.
Caught off guard, Mo Zheng was about to tumble out of the carriage. In the next moment, she was pulled by Wei Jiao with one arm, dragged out of the carriage compartment, and held in front of him on the horse’s back.
Sheng You sat on the carriage, his expression dazed, momentarily unsure how to react.
If the Young Master didn’t want to, this kid definitely couldn’t hold her, but even if the Young Master didn’t want to and didn’t want to expose her skills in public, she could only endure it. As the attendant, he should come to the rescue—
Sigh, this is when Tao Hua should be here. His brain isn’t quick; sometimes he doesn’t know how to react, especially with the Young Master’s current identities…
He was dazed for a moment, and just as he was about to act, he saw Mo Zheng reach out and hug Wei Jiao.
“Good, I’ll go with you too.” Mo Zheng shouted happily.
Sheng You shrank back onto the carriage and didn’t move.
……
……
“Just in time, I also want to get out and avoid for a bit.”
Mo Zheng was still excitedly saying.
Wei Jiao didn’t respond, suddenly grabbed her right hand, and yanked it down forcefully. It wasn’t to push her away, but to flip the hand open in front of his eyes.
Mo Zheng’s voice came to an abrupt stop.
Both their gazes turned to the palm.
In the slender white palm, there was a dense circle of cuts, the seeping blood already congealed into a patch of bright red.
Just like holding a flower petal.
“No wonder it smells so bad; it’s not like the fragrance of alcohol.” Wei Jiao sneered.
And her little subconscious move just now of switching hands.
Instinct was her habitual right hand, suddenly switching it away, clearly to hide something.
This could even be discovered by him. Mo Zheng smiled inwardly. Just now, during the exchange with Wei Cui, she had crushed the teacup.
She hadn’t let go, the broken porcelain piercing into her palm. She continued to hold the hot tea poured by Wei Cui, not letting the tea water seep out, thus leaving the wound.
There was much to do after Wei Cui left, and she hadn’t told anyone.
This wasn’t even a wound to her.
“After drinking, one can’t help going mad.” Mo Zheng said with a grin. “I’ve suffered for so long; smashing a teacup to vent my anger.”
Hurting herself to vent anger? Wei Jiao’s expression was mocking. “Your suffering hasn’t been long.”
Yes, Miss Yang had suddenly suffered a calamity. The first dozen years were lived under her mother’s protection, carefree and without worries. Her suffering was less than a year.
Wei Jiao’s suffering was…
Mo Zheng looked at him, her eyebrows and eyes serious as she nodded. “Yes, I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”
Wei Jiao looked at her. Who, who wanted her apology!
He wasn’t concerned about her!
He lifted both hands and picked the young girl off the horse’s back from in front of him, but the girl was as clingy as a cat. She landed, but that injured right hand wrapped around his wrist.
“I’m not taking you—” he snapped.
Before he finished speaking, the girl’s voice cut in first.
“Wei Jiao, let’s get married.”
What?
Wei Jiao nearly tumbled off the horse, forgetting to shake off her hand, turning his head to look down at her.
What did this dog thing say?
Mo Zheng held his hand, tilting her head slightly up to look at him. “I think your father’s proposal is very good. Let’s get married.”
