Wanjin Lady

Chapter 386: Unknown in the Dream
Wei Zheng brushed aside the documents in front of him and pulled out the account book. "I went to capture Liu Guizhou, but he lured me into an ambush. Luckily, he didn't have many men under him, so I was able to escape. Now that I think about it, perhaps he deliberately revealed his true colors to lure the enemy away so he could attack Bozhou City."

Wen Wan immediately followed up, "That means... there must be someone inside the city!"

Wei Zheng curled the corners of his lips, his eyes unable to hide the admiration.

It's really comfortable to talk to a smart person. Even if his words are vague, she can immediately unravel them and follow them.

"This is the account book we found in the bunker. Take a look—"

Wei Zheng pretended to hand her the account book, but Wen Wan waved her hands repeatedly as if facing a formidable enemy, "The more you know, the faster you'll die. Lord, I don't want to die yet."

Wei Zheng was so angry that he laughed, "With me protecting you, who would dare to hurt you?"

Wen Wan shook her head, "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

Wei Zheng had no choice but to give up. Coincidentally, Hou Ji returned home and saw Wen Wan as soon as he entered the house. He clasped his fists as a greeting, then said to Wei Zheng, "My Lord, I've checked that no one entered or left the four city gates tonight. This group of people didn't enter the city today. I'm afraid they hid inside the city in advance."

"There are nearly a hundred of them. If they enter the city today, they will inevitably attract attention." Wei Zheng listened to his subordinates' reports and quickly and calmly sorted out the details. "But the Japanese leaders suddenly appeared here out of nowhere and should not be underestimated. They caused such a big commotion, so they must have planned a retreat. This means that either there are traitors in the city who are helping them hide, or there are spies at the city gates who opened the gates and let them out. Check who is on duty at the four city gates tonight and see if there are any unusual signs."

Hou Ji took the order and left.

Wen Wan saw that they were talking about official business and left very consciously. "My Lord, since you are talking about the city's political affairs, it is inconvenient for me to listen in, so I will leave first."

"It's dark and the roads are slippery." Wei Zheng grabbed his outer robe, stood up, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I'll take you there."

Wen Wan glanced at the sky outside.

It's quite dark.

But where is the slippery road?
Zhao Heng hurriedly said, "My Lord, you are injured. You cannot open the wound! I will take Miss Wen home!"

Somehow, Zhao Heng felt that Wei Zheng was glancing at him with a forced smile again.

The look in the Marquis's eyes... was like a cold wind mixed with drizzle, making one's back feel chilly.

Wen Wan was surprised and asked, "Are you injured?"

She thought that the so-called "uncertain life or death" was just a cover-up by Wei Zheng, but she never thought that Wei Zheng was really injured?
As soon as Wei Zheng stood up, he pulled his wound and his face darkened in pain.

Wen Wan hurried forward, her face showing concern. "Is the injury serious? Have you seen a doctor?"

Zhao Heng was still musing on his words, "It's not serious," when he suddenly heard the Marquis's weak gasps. "A sword pierced his chest, nearly killing him instantly. The doctor said... even if he's cured, he'll still have chest pain on rainy days. He'll have to take care of it for the rest of his life."

Ok?
ha?
Zhao Heng frowned.

How is this inconsistent with what was said before?
Didn’t the Marquis say in the afternoon that this injury couldn’t do anything to him?
Wen Wan lowered her head and saw the man's slender fingers clenching her sleeves, and she couldn't pull away.

Looking again, the figurine's face was pale, bloodless, and even its lips were darker than usual. His eyes trembled faintly under the light, as if he was enduring pain and torture.

Wen Wanxin was suddenly grabbed!

"I'll go call a doctor for you!"

"No need. The doctor just came to see me, and I've already taken medicine." Wei Zheng caught a glimpse of Zhao Heng's dazed face, his brows knitted slightly, his expression uneasy. "Didn't we send people to guard each house? Go check and see if there's anyone else in the city who's been restless tonight."

Zhao Heng was deeply loyal, only worried about Wei Zheng's wound opening. "My Lord, should I send Shopkeeper Wen back first? There might still be bandits in the city, and it's probably not safe for Shopkeeper Wen to travel alone."

Somehow.

Zhao Heng clearly felt that the Marquis' pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous signal.

It’s over.

That chilling feeling on my back is back again!
What's going on? Did you catch a cold? I need to see a doctor!

A strong survival instinct made Zhao Heng change his tone instantly, "But official business is more important, my Lord... I will take my leave."

After Zhao Heng left, there were only two people left in the room.

Wen Wan was worried about Wei Zheng's injuries, but she felt that asking any more questions would be taking a step closer to the danger. Wei Zheng looked up and saw Wen Wan's gaze fall on the scar on his hand. "It's nothing, just an old wound."

Wen Wan said "hmm".

She knew better than Wei Zheng how the scar on his palm came about.

The night wind was intoxicating, the hustle and bustle of the city had passed, and the Governor's Mansion was eerily quiet, as if one could hear the breathing of both people clearly.

Wen Wan calmly pulled away the corner of her sleeve that Wei Zheng was holding, took a half step back, and bowed slightly: "Since the Marquis is injured, he should rest early. I will go back first."

"I send you."

Wei Zheng still said the same thing.

The tone remains unquestionable.

"It's not made of porcelain." Wen Wan smiled, "It's just two steps away."

"There's unrest in the city tonight. If anything goes wrong in these two steps, Master and his wife will never forgive me."

"But your injury..."

"It's nothing." Wei Zheng grabbed his outer robe and put it on, saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's a chest injury, not a leg injury. By the way, tell me more about what happened in the city today."

Wei Zheng was so insistent that Wen Wan couldn't refuse.

In September, the sweet scent of osmanthus fills the air, the courtyard is deep, two people walk one in front and one behind, their footsteps one light and one heavy, only half a foot apart.

When they reached the corner of the corridor, Wei Zheng suddenly stopped and motioned her to go ahead. Wen Wan then realized that she was the one holding the lantern, and since there was no light ahead, she should be leading the way.

The two walked slowly along the deserted street.

The cold moon is in the sky, the stars are huge, the shadows of the trees are swaying, a faint fragrance is floating in the air, and even the breeze is so comfortable.

"By the way. How are my adoptive father and mother?" Wen Wan had remembered before that her adoptive father also lived near the Governor's Residence, but at that time bandits were roaming everywhere, so she couldn't send anyone to inquire about the situation. Now she felt scared when she thought about it.

"Master's wife is very skilled and agile. Ordinary bandits are no match for her. Besides, I had already sent people to protect her when the incident happened."

"That's good."

The two fell silent again.

Wei Zheng was wearing a loose robe and deliberately slowed down his pace, keeping a distance from the young lady in front of him.

Just now, he still had a trace of rationality in front of others.

But now, there is no one around, the wind blows and the trees sway, and my heart is swaying like the shadows of the trees.

He hadn't seen her for a long, long time.

He smelled the faint scent of soapberry and wild gardenia on the woman again.

Raise your eyes.

The young woman in front of her had a focused expression, holding a yellow paper oil lamp. Her delicate forehead and eyebrows were beautiful, and her hands were flawless white, as if they had a transparent sheen. The dim light illuminated the lines of her profile, her two willow-shaped eyebrows, which seemed to be frowning, hiding a trace of melancholy.

Because she came suddenly late at night, her bun was loose, and only a silver hairpin was used to roughly fix the ends of her hair. But when the autumn wind blew, her bun became loose, and a few strands of black hair hung down disobediently by her ears, adding a touch of charm.

Innocent and charming.

The charm that emanates unconsciously is even more fascinating!
In those passionate dreams, he had taken off her hairpin, and her long hair fell like a waterfall. They rubbed their ears together in bed, on the windowsill, and in the carriage.

The man's breathing became almost unnoticeably heavier.

That was a dream!
Just a dream!
"Junior Sister Wen..."

The man slowly raised his lips, his voice seemed hoarse and restrained, "I heard that your Red Mansion is opening and business is very good. Congratulations first, Junior Sister."