Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 245 A wife is unacceptable, but a concubine is acceptable.

The voice, like a demon's whisper, exploded in Lin Zhiqing's ears.

It involuntarily reminded her of the smile on Jiang Liuyun's face when they locked eyes at the Lin residence that day.

Jiang Liuyun has indeed arrived!
She held her breath, never having been more lucid than she was now.

Despite receiving word that the meeting would take half a month, Jiang Liuyun returned ahead of schedule.

This clearly shows that they heard about Lin Zhiqing's trip to Bianliang, guessed something, and that's why they intercepted the carriage halfway through.

Lin Zhiqing tried her best to remain calm, and then she saw a hand holding the door frame, as if it was about to lean in.

She squinted, waiting for the right moment. After seeing the arm holding the door frame move, she raised the dagger and aimed it straight at Jiang Liuyun's shoulder.

But Jiang Liuyun seemed to have sensed something, and his body instantly retreated.

His speed was astonishing; Lin Zhiqing's dagger was firmly embedded in the door frame.

Missing his first strike, Lin Zhiqing quickly pulled out the dagger, placed it in front of his chest, and then retreated to a corner at the back of the carriage.

After she finished making this gesture, Jiang Liuyun's voice rang out again:
"The highest and brightest sun and moon, the closest and most distant couple, husband and wife."

"Qing'er, it's only been a few days, and you've become so distant from your fiancé?"

"Heh." Lin Zhiqing sneered and finally spoke: "Young Master Jiang's trip was truly successful. He hasn't even forgotten the marriage contract between the Jiang family and the Lin family."

Lin Zhiqing no longer wanted to remain silent because they had already completely broken off relations.

If Jiang Liuyun had wanted to continue acting with her, things would definitely not be like this today.

"A marriage certificate?" Jiang Liuyun seemed to smile.

But the sound of raindrops was too dense for Lin Zhiqing to hear clearly.

"Qing'er, Lin Yangyang is already entangled with my men. You are perceptive and should know that there's no escaping her today," Jiang Liuyun said again.
"I don't mean to do anything to you, I just want to ask what you did while I was away?"

What is it?

Who is in Bianliang?

Lin Jingya lived in Bianliang.

He clearly wanted to ask about Lin Jingya.

Lin Zhiqing remained silent and did not respond.

After a long silence, Jiang Liuyun's voice betrayed a hint of impatience:
"Qing'er, you are very smart. You should know that no one can save you today. I am not here to kill you. The marriage certificate can be kept."

"But the Lin family, too, must have all those past events completely erased."

The translation is simple: if Lin Zhiqing wants to preserve the marriage and her life, she must pretend she knows nothing and watch the Lin family die.

What does it mean to save your own life?
Lin Zhiqing's smile was full of mockery:
"What, Young Master Jiang, have you had a change of heart and think I still have some value and can be kept?"

"Or... do you love me?"

Lin Zhiqing said this purely to annoy Jiang Liuyun.

Jiang Liuyun paused for a moment, then chuckled softly:
"Qing'er, I thought that after so much time, you should have realized your place."

"We are destined to be mortal enemies, so how can there be love?"

“I have always valued talent, but you are merely somewhat clever.”

"The Lin family is not powerful, and you are the daughter of a disgraced official. You are not suitable to be his wife, but you can be his concubine."

The implication was that he wanted a staff member with a marriage certificate, a concubine hidden in the inner quarters, but definitely not a fiancée.

Jiang Liuyun stood outside the car, while Lin Zhiqing remained inside.

The car door seemed like an insurmountable chasm, completely separating the two.

Whom does the concubine disgust?

When Lin Zhiqing heard these words, he felt no humiliation or discomfort.

She felt as if she had swallowed a fly, a self-righteous, arrogant fly.

Not enough words to speculate.

Lin Zhiqing exerted force with his right hand, and the dagger shot out through the air. He quickly picked up the jade flute with his left hand.

Jiang Liuyun, standing outside the carriage, sidestepped the dagger with ease and landed steadily on the carriage.

Lin Zhiqing knew that the dagger could not harm Jiang Liuyun, so she played the jade flute.

Rainwater streamed down Jiang Liuyun's hat brim, accompanied by a loud and powerful flute melody.

After casually stuffing the earplugs into his ears, he rolled out of the car and smashed the other door open, easily spotting Lin Zhiqing playing the flute in the corner. Her face was expressionless, her eyes clear and bright.

It seems they were prepared in advance?

Jiang Liuyun was momentarily distracted, his movement to get into the carriage faltered, and he felt slightly dizzy, unable to make any further moves for a moment.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing slightly bent her wrist, and a packet of medicine powder fell into her hand.

Jiang Liuyun saw her action, frowned, and reached out to snatch the powder.

Lin Zhiqing increased the frequency of his playing, and the flute music, along with the sound of rain, fought in Jiang Liuyun's subconscious. Even though he was wearing earplugs, he was still somewhat restrained.

Lin Zhiqing seized the opportunity, opened the powder with one hand, and sprinkled it all over Jiang Liuyun's face.

At the critical moment, for some unknown reason, Jiang Liuyun broke free from the restraints and vanished from the spot in a flash.

The powder came up empty-handed.

Lin Zhiqing had no time to feel regret. He kept playing the whistle and got to the car door as fast as he could.

The four guards lay dead beside the car, their fate unknown.

She took a step to get off the carriage, but a gentle breeze came from above.

She knew something was wrong, so she lowered her head and jumped off the carriage.

Turning around, she saw Jiang Liuyun, fully armed with only his eyes visible, standing in the same spot as before, looking down at her.

Even though Jiang Liuyun tried his best to remain calm, Lin Zhiqing still noticed his eyebrows that kept rising and his eyes that tucked in.

This indicates that he is under some pressure at this moment.

Lin Zhiqing retreated while changing her rhythm, trying to control Jiang Liuyun.

This is a silent game.

Unlike the ease with which she used to control others, Lin Zhiqing is finding it very difficult today.

Jiang Liuyun has a very strong willpower.

This might be because he had previously been in contact with Liu Mang and had a certain sensitivity to sound, one of the mediums of hypnosis in psychology.

The more you hear about it, the less you are affected.

Secondly, this is also related to Lin Zhiqing himself.

Today, apart from the sound of rain, there is no other sound that can blend with the flute music.

Without any physical imagery, attempting hypnosis is inherently difficult.

Realizing that the flute music wouldn't last long, Lin Zhiqing sped up her playing and increased the volume of her flute.

She looked out into the woods, recalling the route in her mind.

The sound of rain is getting quieter, which means that the effect of the flute music on people will gradually weaken.

She knew things were going badly, and that she could only delay as long as possible, so she quickened her pace.

She needs to go into the woods!
Jiang Liuyun's brows furrowed more and more. Realizing that the flute music was having less effect on him, he leaped out and headed straight for Lin Zhiqing.

Knowing that escape would be difficult, Lin Zhiqing turned sideways and hid behind a pile of rocks.

Her flute playing gradually faded along with the sound of rain.

Jiang Liuyun chuckled and quickly arrived behind the rock where Lin Zhiqing was hiding.

He seemed to really enjoy the cat-and-mouse thrill:
"Qing'er, thank you for the earplugs. They're really useful."

"I'll give you one more chance. If you obediently comply now, I can let bygones be bygones..."

Let bygones be bygones?

Screw your forgiveness!

Lin Zhiqing's flute playing became increasingly gentle.

Jiang Liuyun received no response, his face darkened, and he slowly stepped forward:

"Qing'er, come out..."

With a "bang," his words were interrupted, and he quickly turned around to meet the extremely powerful palm strike.

Lin Zhiqing gripped the flute tightly.

coming!

He's finally here!