Wanjin Lady

Chapter 153 Yuan Jing's Death
"Zhao Heng!"

The young lady called out in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, Zhao Heng's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was shrouded in a black evil aura.

He was like an evil ghost that crawled out of hell silently, with cold eyes, red lips, but a black heart. At this moment, the evil ghost opened his bloody mouth towards Yuan Jing's neck.

Wen Wan's pupils shrank.

The dagger was in his hand at some point. He grabbed Yuan Jing's hand and pulled it back. He put one hand around Yuan Jing's neck and pulled, pushed, and twisted it with a quick and decisive move...

——Swish, swish, swish.

The autumn rain wets the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

But Wenwan's five senses can be strangely magnified several times!
She clearly heard the sound of the dagger's blade cutting through Yuan Jing's neck. He twisted his hand, exerted force on his wrist, and continued to push the dagger in. Yuan Jing was like a puppet, unable to move his hands and feet, unable to speak, his face terrified. He wanted to turn his head to look at the person behind him, but his mind seemed to be stuck in a mechanism.

She remembered the sound of flesh tearing apart at home when she used a blunt knife to cut meat...

Her eyes widened.

As if in a daze.

He watched helplessly as a huge bloody hole appeared on Yuan Jing's neck, and blood continued to flow out, gathering into a dark red stream on his chest.

His neck... skin and flesh cut open... his head twisted and distorted like a heavy fruit hanging from it... ready to fall off in the next moment...

Yuan Jing's eyes were filled with fear and confusion, his pupils filled with resentment and hatred. Gradually, his eyes began to blur, and gradually, nothing was left.

——Clang.

Yuan Jing choked to the ground.

Mud and blood splashed all over the ground.

The fishy smell of rain, the sweet smell of grass and trees, the thick smell of blood, all kinds of smells intertwined into a sour, smelly and sweet taste. Wen Wan's face froze for a moment, and then she retched with a "wow" sound.

"Wen Wan!" Zhao Heng walked over and picked Wen Wan up from the ground.

Zhao Heng checked her condition over and over again, and only when he was sure that she had no serious injuries did he hold her in his arms. There was a tremor in his voice, "Don't be afraid... I'm here."

The veins on Zhao Heng's hands bulged as he held Wen Wan, and his strength was so great that he seemed to want to rub her into his body. "I'm sorry, I'm late——"

Wen Wan's three souls and six spirits, which were floating in the air just now, gradually returned.

Wen Wan's whole body was wet from the rain, her bloodless lips trembled slightly, her pupils gradually focused, and her eyes became clear at that moment.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?"

Then he smiled bitterly.

She asked a stupid question.

The head is almost separated from the body, how can the person not be dead?

Wen Wan quickly regained her composure. She folded her arms, her eyes stern. Even though her voice was trembling, she still spoke word by word: "The driver has gone back to get help. The Yao family will be here soon. You can't appear in front of them."

She glanced around again.

They were in a patch of grass near the water's edge beside the bridge. Fortunately, the reeds were so thick that they blocked the view of the official road, and the tall trees also hid their figures. From Wenwan's angle, they could only see the canopy of the carriage.

Wen Wan pushed away the man's hot chest, her eyes flashing, her tone calm and almost cold.

"The body can't be left here. It's too close to the Yao family, and Cheng Yunzhang also lives there. You have to stay here and clean up the scene."

Wen Wan raised her slightly trembling hand and wiped the cold autumn rain from her face, becoming more sober as she spoke.

"The driver and I will go home first. I'll leave the door open for you, and you can come back quietly. If the government asks about it, I'll be your best alibi."

"No one should tell anyone about this..."

Zhao Heng interrupted, "I know. I have..."

He swallowed the word "experience" and said, "I know what I'm doing. Just take care of yourself."

After saying that, Zhao Heng picked her up horizontally. Seeing that the coachman had not returned yet, he carried her to the carriage, grabbed a coat and put it on her, wrapping her tightly.

The man's rough hand gently brushed the blood from the corner of her eye, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He leaned in front of Wen Wan and placed a kiss as thin as a cicada's wing on her lips.

Warm.

gentle.

There is also a hint of caution.

Wen Wan curled up in the corner, and her rapidly heaving chest slowly calmed down.

The carriage was dark, and when their eyes met, Wenwan saw a pair of cold, gleaming eyes. "Don't be afraid. I'm behind you. I'll follow you home."

Finished.

Zhao Heng picked up the curtain from the corner of the carriage and dropped it over her head.

He turned back three times in one step.

Finally, seeing the lanterns faintly visible in the distance and the footsteps of the Yao family, Zhao Heng made up his mind and turned around and disappeared into the bushes.

Wen Wan lifted the car curtain and confirmed that Zhao Heng was safe. Only then did her heart drop like a stone.

She forced herself to calm down, thinking over and over what had just happened, reviewing it over and over again to see if there was anything she had missed.

She was worried.

If Cheng Yunzhang came to help, with his fox-like temperament, he might not be able to see the loophole.

Wen Wan wrapped her coat tightly and put on the curtain, then endured the pain and got off the car.

She felt a ringing in her right ear and blood was flowing from her left forehead. Yuan Jing slapped her so hard that she saw stars.

Wen Wan guessed it was probably a concussion.

There were also small stones that scraped her skin, and her face, thighs, and knees were all abraded.

My legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Wen Wan supported herself on the edge of the carriage with her hands, dragged the broken body with her force, and slowly moved around the carriage.

Good, there's no blood on the ground.

There are no loopholes either.

There is no trace of Yuan Jing here.

"Miss Wen!"

On a rainy night, Cheng Yunzhang's anxious voice came from afar.

Cheng Yunzhang and three servants of the Yao family approached with lanterns.

Wen Wan did not show up, but just sat in the carriage waiting.

"Miss Wen." Cheng Yunzhang stepped forward to greet her first. The autumn wind blew, and the figure behind the curtain was looming.

"Master Cheng," the woman behind the curtain said slowly, "the road is slippery, and the carriage is stuck in the mud and can't move forward. I'd be grateful if you could come and help us in person."

Cheng Yunzhang smiled and said, "Miss Wen will soon become my junior sister. It's just a small favor, so why bother with it?"

Cheng Yunzhang asked a few servants to push the cart, but he heard the young lady's soft voice: "I just got caught in the rain and look very embarrassed. It's not convenient for me to see anyone, so I won't get off the cart. Please, young men..."

Naturally, Cheng Yunzhang didn't need to do such a thing personally.

Three strong servants came over to help push the carriage.

Cheng Yunzhang stood nearby holding an oil-paper umbrella, his eyes unconsciously looking around.

"Mr. Cheng——"

Wen Wan's quick cry brought Cheng Yunzhang's attention back.

His brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of suppressed tension in Miss Wen's voice. Cheng Yunzhang walked quickly over, holding an umbrella, and approached the edge of the carriage. "Shopkeeper Wen...is everything okay?"

Behind a curtain, the figure inside remained motionless.

Cheng Yunzhang gradually became suspicious.

It’s so dark out here, why doesn’t Miss Wen light a candle?
Could it be——

Cheng Yunzhang suddenly reached out and lifted the car curtain!

Wen Wan was not prepared for the man to suddenly lift the curtain, causing it to flutter. She immediately turned her head and subconsciously covered her face.

Cheng Yunzhang swept his sharp eyes across the interior of the carriage, and only when he saw that Wen Wan was the only one in the carriage did he feel relieved.

Then he immediately lowered the curtains and apologized, "I'm sorry, I just heard Madam Wen's voice sound strange, and I thought she had met with an accident... I'm so sorry..."

Wen Wan thought to herself: Who says scholars are useless?

This guy Cheng Yunzhang... has a dark heart and sharp eyes... If Zhao Heng hadn't put a curtain behind her before leaving, she would have been exposed by now!

Wen Wan's voice was surprised. "Thank you for your kindness, Master Cheng. But after all, I am a married woman, so Master Cheng should ask before lifting the curtain."

(End of this chapter)