Wanjin Lady

At the sound of a command, the small team of more than 20 people immediately leaned forward and moved.

Zhao Heng was a tall, chubby man with a muscular body. Upon hearing this, he immediately pulled a sharp white-feathered arrow from the quiver behind him. He swiftly placed it on his bow, stretched it, narrowed one eye, and quickly aimed at the bandits in the bushes.

In a moment, the target was confirmed.

The fingers loosened.

The long arrow broke through the air, making a "chi chi chi" sound, and the air seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white frost wherever it went.

Wen Wan was still huddled in the bushes, her mind tense and her eyes fixed. She saw the gap between the two men fighting and was about to strike.

"Shh!"

A clean and crisp sound.

A long arrow seemed to come from the void, breaking through the united world in front of them, and accurately hit the bandit's temple three feet away from Wen Wan.

--boom.

With the powerful inertia of the arrow, the bandit fell heavily from his horse, smashing a hole in the ground in front of Wen Wan.

A drop of blood sprayed onto Wen Wan's face without any warning.

She stood there in a daze.

My mind went blank.

blinked.

It took me a while to realize... this bandit was killed remotely by someone hiding in the opposite valley!
Wen Wan looked in the direction of the arrow, but only saw a blurry figure!

This person... has such precise aim! Such strong power!

What's more, it was already late at night, and everything was shrouded in a hazy moonlight, so nothing could be seen clearly.

Such distance, such accuracy——

Wen Wan's heart skipped a beat!
He is definitely a soldier!
"Junior sister!" Cheng Yunzhang jumped off his horse and covered the wound on his right arm. The two looked at each other in shock, and then looked in the direction where the arrow came from.

In the jungle on the hillside, there was a team of more than a dozen people, all wearing dark clothes, with solemn expressions, strong and armed.

There was also a person waving at her from a distance, as if showing off his ability to shoot an arrow through a target from a hundred paces away.

Then, a loud whistle suddenly sounded in the mountains, and birds flapped their wings and rushed out of the woods in panic.

Wen Wan lowered her head and took a look at the arrow stuck in the bandit's temple. The string in her mind suddenly broke, and she suddenly lost all strength.

Saved——

Her heart was at ease.

No matter who the other party is, at least he doesn't look like an accomplice of the bandits.

"Junior sister... who saved us?"

Wen Wan's face turned pale as she shook her head, "I don't know him. He might be... a good person."

"girl!"

Hongmei and Chen Ma both rushed over, hugging Wen Wan from the left and right, crying in panic and fear.

Chen Ma was still not satisfied and kicked the bandit's body several times. "You son of a bitch! I told you not to bully a grown girl!"

Cheng Yunzhang was worried about the teacher and his wife, so he anxiously told Wen Wan, "Junior sister, stay here. I'll go see the teacher and his wife."

Wen Wan was also anxious and angry. They had just been separated by someone and didn't know what was happening to their adoptive parents. She waved her hand and said, "Brother, go quickly!"

Cheng Yunzhang, holding the bloody sword, jumped on his horse and rushed out of the woods.

Wenwan's legs were shaking, and that twitching feeling came back again, as if someone was punching her stomach, or as if someone was tearing her intestines apart. Her whole body was hot and cold, and her feet were weak as if she was walking on clouds.

Sweat soaked her eyelashes and stung her eyes. She couldn't open her eyes... couldn't see clearly... could only weakly grasp Chen Ma's hand.

Wen Wan was shocked and terrified. She was afraid that the child would be born at this time, and she was also afraid that the incident just now would cause her miscarriage.

Chen Ma and Hongmei had clearly noticed that something was wrong with Wen Wan. They flanked her on either side to give her more leverage, but Wen Wan's body was trembling uncontrollably, and her lips were bitten raw and bleeding. Chen Ma exclaimed in alarm at Wen Wan's pale face, "Girl, are you about to give birth? I'll go find a midwife!"

Hongmei said anxiously, "That midwife ran away a long time ago! I saw it with all my heart! When the bandits arrived, she saw Shopkeeper Zhu running away and immediately followed him! That bastard, he took so many copper coins from us! But at the critical moment, he abandoned his employer and ran away!"

Wen Wan smiled bitterly, "It's human nature. She's not familiar with us, so it's not good to... let her die for a few taels of silver!"

Hongmei knew this very well, but she just felt sad.

"Help me go check on the teacher... I'm worried..."

At this moment, their team swooped down. This group of bandits was originally composed of refugees from the famine in Bingzhou. Except for a few who had some real skills, the others were just filling in the numbers. Now when they saw the regular army, they were beaten and fled away in a few moves, leaving their weapons and armors behind.

When Chen Ma and Hong Mei helped Wen Wan stagger out of the bushes, they found that most of the dozens of bandits in the huge open space were dead or injured, and the rest had either run away or surrendered by crawling on the ground.

Is this... already resolved?

Wen Wan looked up and saw Yao Shizhen and a young man standing on the side.

Although he had just experienced a great battle, Yao Shizhen looked fine and was talking to the young man.

Wen Wan guessed that the person was the legendary Huai'an Marquis Wei Zheng.

"Father!"

A woman's clear voice suddenly came from the open space filled with smoke and dust.

"Foster mother!"

With the support of Chen Ma Hongmei, Wen Wan confirmed that her godfather and godmother were fine, and only then did she feel fear in her heart.

Old Madam Yao still held the bloody sword in her hand and stood at the edge of the carriage in a very dashing manner, protecting Old Man Yao behind her. Seeing Wen Wan return safely, she smiled and waved, "Mrs. Wan!"

She jumped off the carriage nimbly, and the mother and daughter hugged each other, neither of them crying.

"Good boy, are you scared?"

Madam Yao stretched out her fingers to wipe the drop of blood from Wen Wan's face, her expression full of heartache, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

As she spoke, she also looked at Chen Ma and Hongmei behind Wen Wan.

Seeing that Hongmei's clothes were torn and her face was swollen, his heart skipped a beat. Then he saw the bloody dagger in Wen Wan's hand.

Old Madam Yao raised her eyebrows in disbelief, as if this was the first time she had carefully looked at the face of the young lady in front of her.

She has seen many young ladies who are capable of doing business.

There are many talented and beautiful women in Kyoto.

But she had never seen anyone who dared to fight bandits head-on while pregnant.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why her husband and Cheng Yunzhang both described Wen Wan as bold and cautious, and a rebellious person.

The young lady smiled coldly, a hint of murderous intent still lingering in her eyes. "Don't worry, mother. Anyone who dares to get within half a foot of me will be killed on the spot!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Old Madam Yao said three good words in a row.

As expected of her daughter, she remained calm in the face of danger, and dared to charge forward, showing the demeanor of a daughter of a general!

"We're lucky this time. Before we set out, your adoptive father had already discussed this with your Senior Brother Jinyu, and we happened to meet halfway. Otherwise, we would be in great danger. Come, I'll take you to see your Senior Brother Jinyu—"

Wen Wan's stomach ached again.

The pain was very regular.

This wave was like a landslide, tearing her apart.

Wen Wan was sure that she was...having a contraction.

In other words, the baby can't wait to come out!
Wen Wan winced in pain, her shoulders hunching. Looking up, she saw a small squad of about ten or twenty men in the distance. They were all dressed in dark clothing, their skin a healthy tan, their muscles bulging through their thin garments. Their horses were powerful and imposing, and their movements were remarkably coordinated; they were clearly military men. (End of Chapter)