Her guards

Chapter 239 Under the Trees in the Wilderness

After galloping across a mountain ridge, you can see a man and a horse under a big tree ahead.

The black horse grazed leisurely, while the man leaned against a big tree, arms crossed, straw hat drooping low, seemingly asleep.

Until Wei Jiao's horse galloped at full speed and then suddenly stopped, the horse neighed and dust flew up, the person covered with a straw hat remained motionless.

"Hey, stop pretending to be asleep," Wei Jiao said. "How can you possibly sleep in this desolate wilderness?"

The straw hat was lifted, revealing a person underneath who was also wrapped in a scarf, covering their mouth and nose, with only their eyes showing.

At this moment, his eyes curved into a smile.

"Of course I can, because I know you're nearby."

Wei Jiao chuckled; he knew she would say something like that.

He dismounted: "A letter from your young lady."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Zheng took off her hat and scarf, beaming and extending both hands: "Thank you, Captain."

Wei Jiao took out the letter and threw it to her.

Mo Zheng didn't open it immediately, but instead rubbed her hands together and muttered, "Good news, good news, good news."

Wei Jiao scoffed, "Someone like you who kills without blinking an eye would actually pray for this?"

“Praying doesn’t take much effort,” Mo Zheng said, raising an eyebrow at Wei Jiao. “If the prayer works, we won’t have to do it ourselves anymore.”

Wei Jiao chuckled again. Prayers weren't working, so she was going to do it herself again?

He watched as Mo Zheng opened the letter.

He knew what was written in the letter.

The embroidered-clothed messenger also delivered the message to him.

Actually, she didn't need to read the letter; she could have just asked him directly.

Why not ask him directly and instead rush to read the letter? Does that mean you don't trust him?
The thought flashed through his mind, and the person next to him noticed his gaze and smiled at him.

“It’s good news,” she said happily. “You can tell how happy she is just by looking at her handwriting.”

Well, it's not that I don't believe him, it's that I'm eager to know about Miss Yang's situation.

A person's condition is best reflected in their words.

Wei Jiao chuckled: "Of course she's happy. She wasn't the one who was assassinated; she just needs to reap the credit."

“You’re wrong to think like that,” Mo Zheng said. “You can’t just see that I took the beating in her place; you also have to see the benefits I gained in her place.”

As she spoke, she looked at Wei Jiao with sparkling eyes.

"For example, I could marry a captain."

Wei Jiao threw his head back and laughed heartily.

This piece of shit!

He picked up the straw hat that Mo Zheng had thrown down and covered his face with it before lying down.

The girl stopped joking and looked away from the letter.

Through the gaps in her straw hat, one could see her focused profile.

"You are because..." Wei Jiao couldn't help but speak again.

She turned her head to look at him, her face showing some blemishes through the straw hat.

"...Is it because you're a servant that you like to say nice things so much?"

This time, she didn't hear an immediate reply, perhaps because the straw hat concealed her face. She didn't have to face him directly, nor was she afraid of being scrutinized. Her expression wasn't as exaggerated as before.

Her brows furrowed in thought, as if she were pondering something.

What's there to think about? Just say whatever comes to mind. For example, I only use "Captain/Senior Brother/Um" or "Husband" to address others. I don't use such nice words with others.

"Because life is short, I'll be happy if I say nice things, and the people who hear nice things will be happy too. Isn't it great to be happy?"

Oh, so, just to make him happy.

Wei Jiao's lips curved into a smile, hidden beneath a straw hat.

With no more questions around her, things finally quieted down, and Mo Zheng looked at the letter again.

Because the letter was delivered through an embroidered maid, Yang Luo didn't write too many private things. She talked about how timely Mo Zheng was in catching the Empress's weakness. If it had been a day later, Chai Du would have been released back to Gaoyang Army. It wouldn't have been so easy to catch someone on the way back or even in Gaoyang Army.

Although she knew the letter would be taken by Xiuyi and might be seen, Yang Luo couldn't help but feel overjoyed and wrote a wrong character on the paper.

"I'm so lucky in this life."

Then cross out the character "世" and change it to "次".

It looked like a misspelling, but Mo Zheng knew it was a secret she was keeping.

After all, such an incredible thing as being reborn cannot be known to others.

Mo Zheng smiled, her lips curving into a smile.

Yang Luo added a final sentence: "...The capital is now safe and secure. You can marry into Longxi with peace of mind. His Majesty will be your protector, and no one will dare to bully you."

This statement also hides a secret: her purpose in marrying into Longxi was to gather evidence of Wei Cui's rebellious intentions and expose their disloyalty to the public.

This is a secret between Yang Luo and the emperor.

Although she knew that Wei Jiao and Wei Cui didn't get along, she still had to keep this matter from Wei Jiao.
Mo Zheng turned to look at the young man lying next to her.

Judging from his breathing, he was really asleep.

He had previously mocked her for daring to sleep in the wild.

Her compliment was because she knew he was around.

But she wasn't actually asleep.

She had only been dozing for a moment, and she noticed Wei Jiao's horses when they appeared on the hillside.

But Wei Jiao at this moment...
Did you fall asleep knowing she was nearby, so you let your guard down?

Mo Zheng quietly looked at the young man's face, which was hidden by a straw hat.

……

……

Wei Jiao didn't know if he was awake or asleep, because he kept seeing the figure beside him through the gap in his bamboo hat. The figure would pick up a letter, put it down, laugh, and then fall into thought.

Then the figure suddenly moved closer to the straw hat, waving a small straw rabbit in its hand.

"Ah Jiao, wake up."

Wei Jiao peered through the gap at the person standing close by, whose face became increasingly clear.

Her eyebrows and eyes were slender, and her smile was as gentle as the moon.

Wei Jiao's lips twitched.

Daughter.

"Look, I made you a little bunny." A gentle voice whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? This grass is from Longxi, it's different from other places."

Longxi, within the territory.

"Yes, Ajiao, we're going home soon."

The little rabbit is waving in front of me.

"We are about to meet your father."

Wei Jiao opened his mouth, unsure if he made a sound, but he heard a slightly childish voice.

"...Why go back? He doesn't want us anymore..."

The little rabbit in front of her swayed away, and the woman moved closer, revealing her teeth.

No teeth.

My mother has lost all her teeth.

Some were aborted, while others were lost on their own due to physical weakness.

Through the gaps in the straw hat, the face appeared to be divided into four or five pieces.

"So that he won't have an easy time."

He should be made to see the wife and children he abandoned living in front of him; he should be disgusted.

Even in death, I'll make him feel disgusted.

He jumped off the gate tower of the Wei family mansion.

It was smashed into pieces, and brains and blood smeared all over the Wei family's gate.

Wei Jiao's vision suddenly became limited to only red and white...

The straw hat was suddenly lifted off.

A shout came from beside my ear.

"The wolf is coming."

The next moment, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

Wei Jiao let out a muffled groan, his vision blurred, and the woman's smiling face appeared.

Complete, rosy, yet somewhat grayish, revealing fine white teeth...

"You bit me?" Wei Jiao slowly uttered a few words and raised his arm.

There were faint teeth marks on her exposed wrist.

He didn't bite me.

"If the wolf cries, it will bite," Mo Zheng said with a laugh. "Otherwise, it won't scare you."

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow.

"You were scared, weren't you? Your face turned pale."

Wei Jiao scoffed, "I was born with fair skin."

He paused again, looking at the teeth marks on his wrist.

"Besides, wolves won't bite here."

Wolves are different from dogs. They quietly circle around you, observing you, and won't pounce easily. But once they do pounce, they'll only bite your throat...

"I'm not a real wolf," Mo Zheng said with a laugh, reaching for her straw hat and putting it on. "Let's go, we'll meet up with everyone today."

Initially, it was to lure the Queen's assassins into a solo journey, so they broke away from the main group.

Later, unaware of the situation in the capital, and to prevent any further ambushes, she continued to walk alone, detached from the group. To avoid arousing suspicion, Wei Jiao would alternate between walking with her, sometimes in the main group and sometimes under the cover of night.

Now that the matter in the capital has been resolved, Marquis Yichun dares not make any further moves. The territory of Longxi is just ahead, so we can return to the ranks.

Wei Jiao slowly got up, slowly mounted his horse, and slowly whistled.

As the sound spread, dark figures gradually gathered in the surrounding wilderness; these were the embroidered figures who had been following them.

Mo Zheng had already ridden her horse ahead of them.

Wei Jiao continued to lag behind, not catching up with Mo Zheng as he usually did, and the women in embroidered clothes quickly gathered around him.

"Did you bring the medicine prescribed by the Imperial Hospital?" he suddenly asked.

One of the women in embroidered robes paused for a moment before realizing what she meant, then quickly nodded, "I brought it with me."

Since he fell ill after returning from Qin'an City, and was subsequently cured, he has not taken any medication and has not had a relapse for a long time.

Fortunately, they are used to carrying medicine with them when they go out.

“Prepare the heaviest dose of medicine for me every day,” Wei Jiao said.

The woman in embroidery responded with a hint of unease, discreetly observing Wei Jiao's complexion—the heaviest possible dosage…

Is the Captain feeling unwell somewhere?
"Captain," Xiuyi couldn't help but whisper, "the imperial physician said that taking too much strong medicine too often is bad for your health..."

Wei Jiao scoffed, "What good is there about my body?"

He watched the girl's figure rushing ahead, then looked beyond her into the distance, where the distant horizon faintly revealed the undulating city walls.

He didn't care whether he had a seizure or not; he'd even rather go back to the Wei family to have a seizure and disgust those people. But this time, he brought her along, and it was for their wedding, plus her status...

He must stay clear-headed.

To prevent her from being disgusted or harmed by the Wei family.

(End of this chapter)