Her guards

Chapter 183 Go see Wei Jiao

As night deepened, the lamp at the highest point of the library, where the libationer was located, went out.

Apart from a light on in the instructor's office, the entire library was silent.

Mo Zheng silently climbed up to the pavilion in the night and gently knocked on a window: "Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother."

The window, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and Mo Zheng slid to the side to avoid being knocked off.

Wei Jiao emerged from the night, the bells inlaid with luminous pearls hanging from the eaves of the pavilion swaying in the night breeze, casting starlight on his face.

Mo Zheng smiled at that face: "Senior brother, I came to see if you were asleep."

After saying that, he suddenly jumped into the room and closed the window at the same time.

Miss Yang moved out of the palace and into the National Academy, and Wei Jiao followed her there. "I was injured because of her, so she has to take care of me."

The emperor did not stop Wei Jiao from being unreasonable. Firstly, he had consulted the imperial physician and found that Wei Jiao's injury had stabilized. He only needed to continue to recuperate until he recovered, and it didn't matter where he lived. Secondly, the emperor had also told Wei Jiao the true identity of Miss Yang, of course, that she was an imposter.

The Emperor did not tell Wei Jiao that the maid was actually Miss Yang.

Therefore, when Wei Jiao came to the Imperial Academy, Xiu Yi would also be here, which would also protect Miss Yang, just as the Emperor intended.

The chief priest would naturally not object, after all, Wei Jiao was also his disciple.

The room was pitch black. Mo Zheng felt the scattered books under her feet, looking for a place to stand, when she heard Wei Jiao's voice behind her.

"First the birds were chirping in the middle of the night, and now you're breaking in. Are you concerned about whether I'm asleep, or are you deliberately trying to keep me from sleeping?"

Mo Zheng ignored his words, swept aside a few scrolls of books, and found a place to stay.

“Senior brother, I suspect…” she said in a low voice.

"Don't doubt it, everyone wants to harm you," Wei Jiao said lazily.

He's tired of hearing the same thing all day long.

Mo Zheng smiled in the night.

"His Majesty is holding a birthday banquet for the Marquis of Yichun, and the Marquis of Yichun asked my uncle to bring me along. He must have ulterior motives," she continued.

Wei Jiao said, "Of course he would be kind to you. Your father knows that too. Just go and talk to your father. Don't bother me while I'm sleeping."

Mo Zheng stepped forward: "Because I don't trust my father, just like I don't trust my uncle."

Do you only trust him? Wei Jiao pouted: "Then don't go."

“That won’t do. If I don’t go, how can I let the world see that he has ill intentions?” Mo Zheng said.

Wei Jiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This piece of shit.

“Miss Yang is brave, resourceful, and capable, so go ahead and see what his ill intentions are,” he said, sitting down. “Don’t bother me while I’m recovering.”

“No, although I am brave, resourceful, and have connections, Marquis Yichun is too powerful. I need someone powerful to help me,” Mo Zheng said, sitting down next to Wei Jiao. “So, Senior Brother, you must go too. I can only feel at ease when you are here.”

Wei Jiao yawned: "I'm tired of hearing nice things."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt someone leaning over and stuffing something into my hand...

It is a book.

A soft female voice was in my ear.

"This is a scroll I copied myself. Senior brother, feel free to tear it up and play with it."

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow, inwardly scoffing, but her voice remained lazy: "Books? This is a library, where books are the least of our worries. Giving books as a gift shows a lack of sincerity."

Despite saying that, she didn't throw away the book she was carrying.

Mo Zheng moved closer and lowered her voice: "I can still serve you. You know I am brave, resourceful, and have manpower. Captain, what case are you investigating recently? I can help."

Let's pause here.

"You mentioned the Jiang Wangchun case at the imperial palace. Is it the Jiang Wangchun from Zhao County whose entire family was wiped out?"

Wei Jiao looked at her in the darkness, his gaze momentarily freezing, and then a soft hand tugged at his sleeve.

“Senior brother, that’s where we first met. We heard a lot of news at the inn back then. I don’t know if it can help you.”

First meeting...

The image of the young guard involuntarily appeared in Wei Jiao's mind.

He raised himself up and leaned closer to her: "Princess, you first interfered, making our Embroidered Uniform Guard stop investigating Chai Ferry, and now you want to interfere in our other cases. I can't help but suspect that you have ulterior motives."

In the darkness, the girl sighed softly, "Senior brother, I wanted to help you." She paused, then continued, "Yes, I did have my own selfish motives. Because of my mother, I won't acknowledge my relatives as a princess, so..."

In the darkness, Wei Jiao saw that the girl's eyes were shining brightly, and she was almost right in front of him, revealing her fine, white teeth.

“I’ll also become an embroiderer and join you in doing great things.”

What kind of terrible thing is this! This bastard is even crazier than him. Wei Jiao raised his hand and pushed her away.

"Very well, Princess, this position will be passed on to you after I die," he said irritably.

Mo Zheng hurriedly said, "Senior brother, you mustn't die! You must live to be a hundred!"

"Before I live to be a hundred, can the princess let me recuperate in peace?" Wei Jiao sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him immediately got up and went to the window. "Senior brother, take good care of your injuries. I'll take my leave now."

The person pushed open the window, grabbed the windowsill, and climbed out, only to lean back in a moment later.

The shimmering light from the luminous pearls on the eaves bells reflected on her face, like ripples on a lake. "Senior brother, remember to come to the Marquis of Yichun's birthday banquet."

Without waiting for Wei Jiao's response, he disappeared again and never returned.

Wei Jiao sat on the ground looking at the half-open window, clearly hearing the girl falling rapidly and landing on the ground.

He seemed to see the girl, her figure like a swallow, gliding across the covered corridor in the night, heading towards the courtyard where she lived.

Wei Jiao didn't close the window, but lay on his back in the pile of messy papers, letting out a soft laugh.

It's all nonsense, but there's one truth in it.

She just wanted him to go to the birthday banquet with her.

She is very capable, but she also needs his help.

Wei Jiao held up his uninjured hand in front of his eyes, still clutching the book that the bastard had shoved into his hand.

The book was copied by her own hand.

This kind of gift isn't... particularly unusual.

His room was mostly filled with disciples of the National Academy, as well as books copied by Ling Yu.

But what she gave was different.

Those people were trying to stop him from tearing up the other books, trying to stop him.

she is not.

She knew he liked it, so she gave it to him on purpose and let him tear up the book.

This book was specially given to him to make him happy.

Suddenly, lights came on halfway up the library in the darkness. In the lamplight, sheets of paper were torn up, flung up, and then fell.

……

……

Duke Ding'an stood outside the gate of the National Academy and took a deep breath.

“Father, don’t be afraid. If she doesn’t see us again, we can say we’re looking for Ah Hui,” said Yang Shanshu, the son, from behind. “Then they will have no reason to make us stand outside the door.”

Duke Ding'an thought to himself, "That's not necessarily true."

My son has never been to the National Academy, so he doesn't know about the Academy's Chancellor or Ling Yu's strange quirks.

Moreover, after that time at the imperial palace, and recalling the time he entered the palace, being left out and made to stand as punishment twice, he had already realized what was going on.

The Emperor and A-Luo have probably already... recognized each other.

Duke Ding'an couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

In that instant, he thought of many things.

He shouldn't have come; he should have left.

But he should come.

Those who don't come have their reasons for not coming, and those who do come have their own reasons for coming.

Duke Ding'an felt agitated and closed his eyes.

"Uncle, you came to see me?"

A female voice came from ahead.

Duke Ding'an hurriedly opened his eyes and saw Miss Yang walking slowly towards him, followed by her maid.

"Ah Luo!" Duke Ding'an hurriedly went to greet her, asking repeatedly, "How are you? Are you feeling better? When we went to the palace to see you earlier, we were told that you were recuperating and couldn't see anyone. Your aunt and I were really worried about you."

Yang Shanshu frowned beside her: "Cousin, no matter how bad your injuries are, you should tell your family. How can you let your elders worry? As the sage once said..."

He was interrupted by Mo Zheng before he could finish speaking.

"This must be my cousin," she said happily. "It's so good that my cousin is back. Yang Hui isn't very good at studying, so I can't discuss things with her. Now my cousin can help me solve my problems."

After saying that, he gestured to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo stepped forward and handed a few papers to Yang Shanshu.

"Could you please take a look at these questions and answer them for me, cousin?"

Yang Shanshu stared at the paper shoved into his hand, feeling dizzy just from reading the title. What, what is this, this…

Seeing his son freeze in shock and speechlessness, Duke Ding'an knew that his niece had done it on purpose.

Fine, he stopped criticizing and interfering. It's better to torment his son than torment him, the father.

He has come today on important business.

"Ah Luo," he said kindly to Miss Yang, "there's something I need to tell you. The palace is holding a banquet tomorrow, and they've sent an invitation to our family. Since you're also a young lady of the Yang family, I think you should also attend..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Yang nodded happily.

“I want to go,” she said.

Is she really that easy to talk to? Duke Ding'an was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Miss Yang who was gazing in the direction of the imperial city, her chin slightly raised, her expression haughty.

"I definitely, absolutely must go."

　I have to go out tomorrow and won't be able to write an update. See you all the day after tomorrow!
　　(End of this chapter)