Her guards

Chapter 214 Waiting by the Roadside

A crashing sound rang in my ears.

Yes, weapons?
Yang Luo shivered and suddenly opened her eyes. She didn't see any swords or blades coming at her, but only a carriage with embroidered patterns.

There was no smell of blood in the air, but a strong smell of alcohol.

Yang Luo was momentarily dazed.

She seemed to have had a nightmare...

"How are you? Where does it hurt?"

Mo Zheng's voice rang in my ears, and a face appeared in my mind's eye.

Instead of the aloof and drab appearance of a young man, he had reverted to women's clothing, and his eyebrows and eyes were more delicate than before, with peach blossoms radiating from his cheeks and the corners of his eyes.

“Your wound has been bandaged up, and Peach Blossom has changed your clothes, but there’s no time to rest. We can’t stay at Baoyue Tower for too long. There are too many imperial guards and secret agents around us, and we’ll be discovered if something’s amiss. So we’ll pretend to be drunk and go back.”

Mo Zheng said softly.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just bear with it a little longer."

Yang Luo's scattered consciousness became clear, and he remembered what had happened before.

She didn't just have a nightmare; she was actually almost killed by Wei Cui.

She tried to get up.

"How are you?" she asked urgently, "That person..."

She felt a sharp pain in her arm when she exerted herself, cried out in pain, and fell back down.

Mo Zheng quickly helped her up: "Don't exert yourself because of your arm injury. It's alright, it's all taken care of, he's gone."

It's resolved, that's good, that's good.

That's Wei Cui.

Wei Cui, whom even the emperor feared.

Yang Luo murmured, "It's all my fault for not doing things right. I let them hold you hostage and threaten you..."

“It has nothing to do with you. I was targeted by them, and I was going to have to meet them sooner or later,” Mo Zheng said softly. “With your identity as a cover, I didn’t suffer too much.”

Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. That's good, that's good.

"What does he want you to do?" she asked hesitantly in a low voice.

Wei Cui is plotting a rebellion, using Mo Zheng's identity to blackmail her. Is he going to take action against the emperor?
Yes, she had considered using Mo Zheng to kill the emperor, but that was because she suspected the emperor wanted to kill her.

Now we know it was a misunderstanding.

She cannot and will not kill the emperor.

She knew that although Mo Zheng was a member of the former royal family, she didn't actually intend to kill the emperor.

However, if Mo Zheng is forced into this situation...

Yang Luo clenched her fists at her sides.

Mo Zheng's soft laughter reached my ears.

"Of course he wants me to rebel, so that the world will be in chaos and he can profit from it."

"However, he uses me as a pawn and wants something from me, so I can also use him."

Yang Luo was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "How do I do it?" She then added, "What can I do?"

Mo Zheng reached out and patted her shoulder: "What you need to do now is to recover from your injuries and get back to your best. Once you've recovered, I'll tell you about today's events and the arrangements for the future."

Yang Luo hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you." After saying that, she quickly looked Mo Zheng up and down, "Ah Sheng, are you alright?"

Mo Zheng raised an eyebrow: "If I get injured, Wei Cui won't be able to leave today either."

Yang Luo couldn't help but laugh. Yes, A Sheng was much more capable than her. She could be slashed by Wei Cui, but A Sheng couldn't.

She let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and, exhausted and with the medicine for her injuries, seemed to fall into a deep sleep the moment she let go of her tension.

Mo Zheng leaned against the car floor and whispered to the outside world, "Tell Uncle Hong not to track Wei Cui and not to think about retaliating or seeking revenge for the time being, so as to avoid unnecessary harm."

Zhang Shengyou, who was driving, replied, "Master Hong knows, don't worry."

The voice suddenly paused at this point.

"Wei Jiao is here."

Wei Jiao?

Mo Zheng was slightly taken aback. She lifted the carriage curtain. They had already left the capital and were approaching the vicinity of the National Academy. Ahead on the main road, there was a horse and a person, whose embroidered clothes shimmered in the sunlight.

"Should we tell Wei Jiao that his father is here, and let them fight like dogs..." Zhang Shengyou asked in a low voice.

Mo Zheng said in a low voice, "No need, it's better to avoid trouble."

After saying that, she lifted the carriage curtain and waved her sleeve with a smile.

"Senior brother."

Her voice was cheerful, with an unprecedented air of coquettishness, perhaps because she had been drinking.

As the carriage drew near, Wei Jiao's gaze swept across the girl's face, noticing the rosy cheeks and the corners of her eyes. Through the gap in the curtain, he could also see the maidservant, her face flushed, lying asleep with her arms and legs outstretched... The carriage reeked of alcohol.

He raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, his expression one of disgust: "Stinky!"

Mo Zheng leaned against the car window and deliberately flicked her sleeve at him: "But it smells really good when you drink it, senior brother. Have you ever drunk alcohol before?"

He had never drunk it, but he had soaked it in alcohol before. Wei Jiao thought that every inch of his skin was drinking it...

He didn't smell the fragrance.

There is only pain.

He snorted coldly: "It's a bit early to start celebrating now. If another assassin comes now, it will be the other way around."

Mo Zheng smiled at him, resting her chin on her hand: "You have a senior brother."

He didn't believe such words. She was indeed unafraid because of her arrogance. Wei Jiao said indifferently, "Then I wish you good luck. I'm going out now."

Mo Zheng sat up straight instantly: "Where are you going?"

Wei Jiao stopped talking and urged his horse to turn around. Mo Zheng leaned out of the carriage and reached out... seemingly because of drunkenness, she swayed and withdrew her outstretched right hand to grab the carriage window, but fortunately her left hand still grabbed Wei Jiao's cloak.

"What will I do if you leave?" she shouted, glaring at him. "Does His Majesty allow it?"

Wei Jiao didn't answer, but frowned and glanced at her before suddenly leaning forward and grabbing her right hand that was holding the car window.

Mo Zheng was caught off guard and was about to fall off the carriage when Wei Jiao caught her with one hand, pulled her out of the carriage, and held her on the horse in front of him.

Zhang Shengyou sat in the car, looking dazed, unsure how to react.

If the young master is unwilling, this boy certainly can't hold him, but he also thinks that even if the young master is unwilling, he doesn't want to expose his skills in front of others and can only suffer in silence. As his attendant, he should come to his rescue.

Sigh, this is the time for Peach Blossom to come. His mind isn't working well; sometimes he doesn't even know how to react, especially now that the young master's status is like this and that...

He stood there stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw Mo Zheng reach out and hug Wei Jiao.

“Okay, I’ll go with you too,” Mo Zheng exclaimed happily.

Zhang Shengyou retreated back into the car and remained motionless.

……

……

"Perfect timing, I'll go out and avoid this place too."

Mo Zheng was still excitedly talking.

Wei Jiao didn't answer. Suddenly, he grabbed her right hand and pulled it down sharply. He didn't push her away, but instead flipped her hand over and opened it in front of her eyes.

Mo Zheng's voice also stopped abruptly.

Both of them looked down at their palms.

In her slender, fair palm, there was a ring of dense cracks, and the blood that had seeped out had congealed, turning a bright red.

It's as if it's holding a petal.

“I was wondering why it smelled so bad; it didn’t smell like wine.” Wei Jiao scoffed.

And, her subtle, unconscious hand-switching motion just now.

His instinct was to use his right hand, which he always did, but then he suddenly switched to it, clearly trying to hide something.

"How did he manage to find out?" Mo Zheng chuckled to herself. She had just finished exchanging words with Wei Cui when she crushed the teacup.

She never let go, and even with a shard of porcelain piercing her palm, she continued to drink the hot tea that Wei Cui poured for her, trying not to let the tea seep out, thus leaving a wound.

There were many things to do after Wei Cui left, but she didn't tell anyone.

This wasn't a big deal for her.

"It's easy to go crazy after drinking," Mo Zheng said with a grin. "I've been suffering for a long time, so I'm smashing teacups to vent my anger."

To vent your anger by harming yourself? Wei Jiao sneered, "Your suffering hasn't lasted long."

Yes, Miss Yang suffered a sudden calamity. For the first ten years or so, she lived a carefree life under her mother's care, and her suffering lasted for less than a year.

Wei Jiao's suffering is truly...

Mo Zheng looked at him and nodded earnestly: "Yes, I was wrong, I won't do it again."

Wei Jiao looked at her, who, who asked her to apologize!

He doesn't care about her at all!
He lifted the girl off the horse with both hands, but she was as difficult as a cat. Once she landed, her injured right hand wrapped around his wrist.

“I’m not taking you there—” he snapped.

Before he could finish speaking, the woman's voice interrupted him.

"Wei Jiao, let's get married."

what?
Wei Jiao almost fell off his horse, forgetting to shake off her hand, and turned to look down at her.

What did that bastard say?
Mo Zheng held his hand, looked up at him slightly, and said, "I think your father's suggestion is very good. Let's get married."

(End of this chapter)