Her guards

Chapter 198 Each Has Their Own Joy

Chapter 198 Each Has Their Own Joy
Two figures emerged from the library one after the other, left the Imperial Academy under the cover of night, and entered the capital city.

The streets were deserted in early spring, save for the clattering hooves of the group of women in embroidered robes.

Mo Zheng, riding on her horse, looked down at the embroidered clothes she was wearing and let out a laugh.

"That time I was being chased in the dark, and when the patrolling soldiers surrounded me, I shouted that I was a member of the Embroidered Robe."

She looked at Wei Jiao in front of her and said softly.

Then he was called over to clean up the mess. Wei Jiao glanced back at her and saw the girl dressed as a man with bright eyes.

“…Now I’m truly a woman in embroidery.” she said with a smile.

"It's just an embroidered dress," Wei Jiao said casually. "You're happy about that? Weren't you waiting to wear this outfit of mine?"

Mo Zheng covered her mouth and laughed: "Then Senior Brother should wear it. He looks better in it than I do."

"That was a poorly chosen compliment," Wei Jiao said. "It's a fact that I'm better looking than you."

Mo Zheng laughed silently, then bowed to Wei Jiao, indicating that she was wrong.

Wei Jiao turned her head to look ahead, a smile playing on her lips.

The women in embroidered robes behind them exchanged glances and couldn't help but communicate with each other.

It's rare to see the captain so happy.

But where did the captain take this princess in the middle of the night?
……

……

"Come and take a look."

In the dungeon of the Embroidered Robe Bureau, Wei Jiao led Mo Zheng to a room. Although winter had passed and spring was in full bloom outside, the room was bitterly cold.

As the lights came on, several ice coffins and the corpses inside were revealed. Although they were chilled and preserved with herbs, the appearance and smell of the corpses were still nauseating.

Mo Zheng covered her mouth and nose with her hand, seemingly frightened: "This is..."

"Don't you recognize it?" Wei Jiao said lazily. "Take a closer look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl, who seemed very frightened and covered her mouth and nose, stepped forward and carefully examined the corpse in the coffin.

These corpses all seemed to retain the shape they were in before they died, with weapons in their hands and the weapons that killed them still stuck in their bodies.

Mo Zheng covered her mouth and nose, squinting slightly: "The weapon in this person's hand seems to be the same as the one used to attack me on the street that night. This person..."

She paused when her gaze fell upon another corpse.

"The weapon, the wound, the clothing and appearance are all unfamiliar, but the posture and the location of the fatal wound make it seem like they are not the same as the previous one."

Back then, when it was something new, he could tell the difference. But after all this time, this bastard can still see the clues. Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow. Either he's gotten used to being killed, or he's gotten used to killing.

“There were actually two groups of people at the time,” he said, pointing to the different corpse that Mo Zheng had mentioned. “This group died near the alley; they were probably killed by… the group that attacked you.”

She left immediately, and the subsequent investigation was handled by the government and Wei Jiao. This was the discovery made by Wei Jiao after surveying the surrounding area. Mo Zheng understood.

"So this group of people also came to kill me?" she said, looking surprised and puzzled. "That doesn't make sense, so why did the people who were supposed to kill me kill them?"

"Who knows? The person is dead, we can't get any information out of them," Wei Jiao said lazily.

Mo Zheng didn't ask any more questions, and looked at Wei Jiao: "So, Senior Brother is saying that the people who want to kill me are not just from the Li family."

Of course, she already knew this.

Because the person who attacked her on the street wasn't after Miss Yang, but after Prince Mo.

Now it seems that the people hiding in the alley were the ones from the Li family.

The Li family's men also came to kill her at that time.

Yes, at that time, Liu Chan's father went to the capital, and she and Yang Luo had to return to the Ding'an Duke's Mansion.

Upon learning that a Miss Yang had suddenly arrived at the Duke of Ding'an's mansion, the Li family, who had massacred the Bai Ma Town, would immediately know that Miss Yang was not dead.

Therefore, another move is necessary.

Unfortunately, they ran into the same group who had just discovered Prince Mo's whereabouts...

Just like back in Baima Town, she led the people who were trying to kill her into a collision with the people who were chasing Yang Luo, and they fought each other.

Mo Zheng couldn't help but laugh.

Wei Jiao watched her from the side and clicked his tongue: "Knowing that another side is trying to kill you, you're so happy?"

Mo Zheng smiled and said, "It was my senior brother's help that made me realize that there were still people who wanted to kill me, so I was able to take precautions, and I'm happy about that."

Wei Jiao chuckled and said, "Then I'll laugh later." With that, he stepped and walked to the other side.

Mo Zheng followed and stepped into another cell. As the firelight came on, she saw two more corpses.

The corpses here are fresher than those in ice coffins.

Mo Zheng recognized it without having to get closer to take a closer look.

These were the two palace maids who attacked her not long ago at the birthday banquet of the Marquis of Yichun in the imperial palace.

Wei Jiao picked up a booklet from a nearby table and threw it over. Mo Zheng instinctively raised her hand to catch it.

"These are the case files from the coroners' examinations of the corpses from Baima Town to the capital. From the surface of the body to the inside, from every inch of skin to every inch of internal organs to every inch of hair, we learned..." he said, a smile curving his eyes, "You encountered three different groups of people." Three? Mo Zheng held the case files, this time without smiling, his expression genuinely surprised.

……

"Three groups of men want to kill me?"

When Yang Luo woke up in the early morning, she was surprised to hear Mo Zheng's words.

“One of them killed me, so there are still two,” Mo Zheng corrected with a smile, then continued, “The coroner from the Embroidered Robes is very skilled. Although they are all corpses, these assassins are not a rabble; they are raised and trained together. Their training methods, martial arts techniques, and even the food they eat all show similarities on their bodies. From this, we can deduce that these corpses belong to three groups of people…”

She looked at Yang Luo.

“The group on the street is the men who killed me. The assassins I encountered in the palace are the same group of murderers who remained in Baima Town. They must be from the Li family. The only group that was killed that night without showing up is unknown. Were they after you or me?”

Yang Luo sneered: "They must be after me."

Mo Zheng said softly, "Having made a move once, he will inevitably make another. We will catch him."

Yang Luo looked at Mo Zheng and shook his head: "Ah Sheng, no matter who else wants to kill me, I don't want to wait any longer. I want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yu's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss Yang, it's time for class."

Mo Zheng mouthed to Yang Luo that she would talk about it later.

Yang Luo nodded and opened the door. Looking at Ling Yu standing a few steps away, he smiled and bowed, "Dr. Ling."

Ling Yu, dressed in her usual green robe and holding a book, nodded slightly and then saw Mo Zheng walk out.

"Miss," Yang Luo said, "then I'll go to the Dali Temple to take a look."

She wasn't very interested in reading, and she wasn't a disciple of the chief priest, so she continued to do the things a maid should do.

Regardless of what the emperor and the Marquis of Yichun were planning, everyone knew that Chai Du had been implicated by his own deputy, and that Miss Yang's true identity was a survivor from Baima Town, so naturally everyone was paying attention to the progress of the case.

If it is inconvenient for the young lady to appear in public, a maid can take her place.

Mo Zheng cautioned, "Be careful."

Even though she was a maid, she still had to be wary of being targeted by the wrath of others.

"Don't worry," Yang Luo said. "Sister Peach Blossom and the others are with me, along with the secret guards."

Ling Yu, who had been quiet all along, suddenly frowned and looked at Yang Luo: "Does Miss Yang have any manpower on her side?"

This Yang Luo is a real princess, and she is protected by guards, but A Sheng has to face the danger head-on.

Even attending a palace banquet in the capital could lead to an attack; if it weren't for Wei Jiao...

“Wei Jiao and the embroiderers are here,” Mo Zheng said with a smile. “My senior brother has left. If we’re late, the teacher will scold us again. It’s scary.”

Ling Yu glanced at her, said nothing more, and turned to walk away.

"Don't worry, senior brother." Mo Zheng followed and smiled at him. "Since I dare to take this kind of life, I have the ability to do it."

Even if you have the skill, you still have no choice but to make a living this way, right? If you had other options, you wouldn't be like this.

Ling Yu didn't say anything more, only asked softly, "When will this matter be over?"

Mo Zheng held the book and counted on her fingers, saying seriously, "It'll be soon. His Majesty has recognized his daughter, and the real culprit has been exposed. In a month at most, after the real culprit is eliminated, Miss Yang will be at peace, and my affair with her can be over."

His eyes lit up as he spoke.

"When the time comes, if Brother Sheng and Sister Taohua can get official positions, I can study in peace."

Lingyu said, "Who says studying is peaceful? You're bound to get scolded by your teacher every three days."

Mo Zheng chuckled: "Actually, I always plug my ears."

Ling Yu smiled.

Yang Luo stood at the door watching them go, seeing Ling Yu smile from the side, and then seeing Mo Zheng wave to her with her back turned.

This was to comfort her and tell her not to take Ling Yu's words to heart.

Yang Luo smiled. How could she mind? She was happy for Ah Sheng that someone cared about him so much.

That's good, Ah Sheng isn't like her, with no one caring about her.

Yang Luo was silently thinking about leaving the International Academy when he heard a call as soon as he reached the entrance.

"Miss Asheng."

Yang Luo sneered inwardly; the person who cared about her had arrived.