Her guards

Chapter 211 The esteemed guest has been waiting for a long time.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea.

The old servant poured the boiling water from the stove into the tea, then picked it up and gently sniffed it.

"Tea brewed with water from the capital has a unique aroma," he said.

His gaze swept over the two dead shop assistants lying on the floor, then over the maid who was sitting in a chair, her sleeve stained with blood, and who had been knocked unconscious by a sword and was now slumped in the chair. Finally, his gaze fell on the two men standing at the door.

The two men held weapons in their hands and looked angry.

"You can't blame us for this. You've had too much tea and forgotten that we're not exactly good people."

The old servant said with a faint smile.

“You were chased by us like dogs before.”

"What? I gave you a few days of nice treatment, and now that you've found someone to back you up, you think you're all grown up?"

"Now I'm sitting here killing you, and you don't even dare to make a sound. Why?"

"Because I can peel off your skin."

"Because if things get out of hand, you won't dare to show your faces to anyone."

"And this young lady, she's putting on too much airs."

He raised his teacup and looked at the unconscious maid.

"They're all imperial guards, secret guards, and disciples of the royal princess's chief priest. Don't they realize that they are them and you are you? If I want to kill you, no matter how many of them come, you won't escape."

He took a small sip of tea and nodded.

"This tea is still a bit lacking in flavor. We can wait a little longer. Go and let your young master come. Whether I continue drinking tea or kill someone is up to him to decide."

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"We put Miss Yang in danger."

The carriage swayed and rocked, Zhang Shengyou said in a low voice.

"That person is right to scold us; it's our own fault."

"Knowing that so many people had died at their hands, they still didn't take precautions..."

Mo Zheng sat in the car, writing in a notebook with a pen in one hand, and said softly, "It's not that we're not on guard, it's that we have to pretend to be. But since they're determined to make a move, no amount of guarding will stop them..."

Having finished writing the last line, Mo Zheng glanced at it, but ultimately her handwriting became messy.

When Lingyu sees this, she'll definitely sigh and say, "Making a living is tough."

Ultimately, it's impossible to fully concentrate on studying.

She put down her pen and ink and looked at Zhang Shengyou: "Actually, I figured they should have made their move by now. They've been dragging this out for so long, they're losing patience. Is Miss Yang alright?"

"I'm alright for now," Zhang Shengyou said. "I was slashed in the arm and knocked unconscious."

Mo Zheng took off her outer robe, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up a strip of cloth from the side to wrap around herself.

Zhang Shengyou turned around and listened to the rustling of clothes behind him.

"Young master, do you really want to go see her in person?" he said in a low voice. "Uncle Hong suggests that revealing Miss Yang's true identity might be the best way to extricate her from this predicament..."

Mo Zheng's voice came from behind.

"Will not."

“They’re going to rebel. Deng Shan isn’t even in their eyes, so what’s a daughter to them?”

"They really will kill her."

"I prevented Miss Yang's enemy from killing her this time, and as a result, Miss Yang died at the hands of my enemy..."

"That would be so embarrassing for me."

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.......
it hurts.

Yang Luo was in a daze. She remembered that a sword had pierced her, so she died?

No, you won't feel pain when you're dead.

She's not dead yet.

Would you like some tea, young lady?

A voice came.

Yang Luo focused his consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the old servant sitting in front of him brewing tea, and the corpse lying on the ground...

Her heart clenched, and excruciating pain spread throughout her body once again, instantly bringing back memories of what had happened earlier.

"How dare you!" she shouted hoarsely, trying to stand up.

But as soon as she moved, she felt a cold, stinging pain in her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar old man standing beside her, holding a sword to her neck.

With just the slightest movement, the blade pierced her skin...

Yang Luo froze.

“Of course we’re bold,” the old servant said, pouring more tea. “How could we possibly deal with you if we weren’t bold?”

He looked at the color of the tea and nodded in satisfaction.

"The time is right."

After saying that, he smiled at the maid.

"You loyal servant are ready to die for your master."

When the word "death" reached his ears, Yang Luo felt a chill instantly spread throughout his body.

Although she had been thinking about death ever since her rebirth.

However, since they had switched identities from the beginning, Ah Sheng took over whenever they faced a real threat of death.

Even when I was first captured by these people, although the old man also drew his sword and threatened me with life and death, it was not as chilling as it is now... So this is what true killing intent is like.

She really will die.

She can't die.

She can't die now; she's only just changed her fate...

"You..." Yang Luo heard his own voice burst out from his throat.

But the next moment a sound rushed in from outside.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

A clear male voice rang out, and at the same time, the tightly closed door was pulled open, and a young man walked in quickly.

Upon seeing this figure, Yang Luo closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

A boy's voice came from beside me.

"Sorry I'm late."

Thankfully, it's not too late.

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.......
The old servant looked at the young man.

The boy was dressed in a blue cloth robe, his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he had delicate features.

There seemed to be no sign of tension, corpses, or bloodshed inside; it was as if they were attending a banquet with friends, smiling broadly and raising their hands in a gesture of respect.

The old servant seemed lost in thought, and after a moment murmured, "The son of an old friend is far superior to his old friend in appearance."

Mo Zheng looked at him, smiled, and bowed again: "Thank you for your praise, General Right."

The old servant sighed, "No one has mentioned this title for so many years."

After saying this, he put down his teacup, stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed.

"Former official Wei Cui greets the young master."

Wei Cui?

Yang Luo sat in the chair, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked surprised.

Is this man Wei Cui?

General Wei Cui of Longxi?
Wei Cui has actually come to the capital!

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"The title of Grand General was bestowed by His Majesty. In the previous dynasty, when my father was alive, he was granted the title of Right General."

Mo Zheng explained to Yang Luo that it was only then that she noticed the maid, her injuries, and the sword that the old man was holding to her neck.

She remained calm and looked away.

“I have been running for my life all these years, and all I need is for those around me to be loyal.” She looked at Wei Cui again and said, “If she has offended the general, it was all for my sake. Please let her go and get treatment for her wounds.”

Wei Cui smiled and nodded, waving his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

The old man sheathed his sword, and Yang Luo immediately stood up, staggering. The two men who had been standing by the door stepped forward to support her.

“Uncle Hei,” Mo Zheng said, “you take Asheng to get treatment for her injuries, and let Uncle Hong serve her outside the door.”

Uncle Hei responded with a yes, glanced at Wei Cui, and helped Yang Luo walk outside.

"Young Master—" Yang Luo asked with a worried expression.

Mo Zheng smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Yang Luo didn't say anything more, glared at Wei Cui, and was helped out by Uncle Hei.

"Don't deal with the other people's bodies first," Wei Cui said with a smile. "Too many people will attract too much attention."

Mo Zheng looked at him and smiled, "General, you've thought things through." After saying that, she stepped over the corpses of the two shop assistants, walked through the blood, and sat down at the tea table.

Wei Cui sat down, poured tea for Mo Zheng, and asked, "Was it that eunuch Hong who recognized me?"

Mo Zheng took the tea: "No, he was just a lowly servant in the palace at the time and never saw the general's demeanor."

He said this with a smile.

"And who would have thought that you, General, would come to the capital? The Emperor has not been able to invite you here for so many years."

Wei Cui looked surprised: "So it was you who recognized me upon meeting me, young master? I met you once before, but you were only a few months old. To remember me is truly amazing..."

Before the words "a prodigy" could be uttered, Mo Zheng shook her head with a smile: "I was just guessing."

Guess? Wei Cui looked at the young man in front of him.

The boy's expression was as calm as a spring day, revealing no emotion.

“I initially thought the general would come to see me,” Mo Zheng continued. “After all, I had made my presence known, and also, I was impressed by how decisively he dealt with my maid.”

Wei Cui didn't press the matter, whether it was true or false, and laughed heartily: "Is that so?" He then leaned forward slightly, "I thought you were familiar with my son, so you recognized your father."

Mo Zheng laughed and said, "How could that be? Your son, Ajiao, is incomparably handsome and bears no resemblance to his father whatsoever."

Wei Cui's expression stiffened slightly.

The old man standing to the side frowned and stepped forward: "You..."

There are many rumors circulating in the city that Wei Jiao is not Wei Cui's son, but Zhao Tan's.

To say that his son doesn't resemble him in front of Wei Cui is simply outrageous!
Wei Cui waved his hand, and the old man stepped back without saying anything more.

Wei Cui looked at the young man and smiled slightly: "Young master is indeed very familiar with my Ajiao."

He just blurts out disgusting things.

(End of this chapter)