Chapter 129 Cloud Feather CP Gong Shangjiao 6

In less than a quarter of an hour, both Han Ya Lu and the female assassin were killed. As for the interrogation?

The Wufeng assassins are notoriously stubborn; if they could be interrogated, the location of Wufeng's headquarters would have been exposed long ago.

Zheng Nanyi stared at the corpse before him, his face turning pale, and his hand holding the flute sword trembled.

Zheng Jialin clicked her tongue lightly, "How pathetic. I didn't act like this even when I killed someone for the first time. But we were raised with different educations."

Zheng Jialin walked over to Zheng Nanyi and, just like when they were little, patted Zheng Nanyi's head and gently coaxed her, "My little sister is the most amazing person in the world."

"Sister~" Zheng Nanyi tugged at Zheng Jialin's sleeve, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Alright, stop being so cute. Go change into your wedding dress. I need to talk to Dad about the Assassin Without Edge."

Hearing the fighting, the nearby guards arrived at Xin Xuezhu. Zheng Jialin waved her hand, and the guards carried away the two assassins' corpses. Zheng Jialin also left.

Zheng Nanyi returned to the house and let Mianyue and the others dress her up. After she put on her wedding dress and had her red veil covered, Mianyue led her towards the gate of the Zheng family mansion.

Upon seeing Zheng Nanyi's figure in the distance, Madam Zheng walked over, took Zheng Nanyi's hand, and asked through gritted teeth, "Shouldn't you tell me when you secretly started practicing martial arts?"

Zheng Nanyi answered obediently in a soft voice, "It's been about ten years."

"You've kept it a secret for quite a while now. If you want to practice, just say so. I won't object." Madam Zheng said with some helplessness.

Is she the kind of person who forces children to give up their hobbies? If she had known earlier, she would have just let Zheng Nanyi learn from Zheng Zhongyi.

Zheng Nanyi noticed her mother's frustration and quickly explained, "Mother expects her daughter to be a gentle and quiet lady from a respectable family. I also enjoy learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

His secret martial arts practice initially stemmed from youthful rebellion; he just practiced casually. Later, it developed from Wu Feng's arrogant nature, a desire for greater self-defense and the ability to protect his family.

Madam Zheng looked at Zheng Nanyi tenderly, "Remember this: what your mother always hopes for is that her daughters can be happy. Whatever you like, your mother will only encourage you and will never stop you."

"I understand." Zheng Nanyi suddenly hugged Madam Zheng and rubbed against her shoulder through the veil.

“Your uncles and aunts have already left through the secret passage. After you leave with the palace gate, we will also leave. You know the location of the valley. If you miss us, go and visit us.”

"If the palace gates dare to detain you, or if you are unhappy, then your father and the others will take their swords and go to the palace gates to settle accounts with them."

Hearing Madam Zheng's unusually arrogant words, Zheng Nanyi clearly understood why wives of palace ladies generally came from humble backgrounds.

When encountering forces similar to the palace gates, some of the palace gates' family rules become practically meaningless.

How dare they prevent their married daughter from returning to her parents' home? We'll just fight our way in and take her back.

"Mom, you're so awesome!" Zheng Nanyi praised playfully.

"Alright, stop being so affectionate, the people from the palace are still waiting."

Pushing away the sticky Zheng Nanyi, Madam Zheng handed Zheng Nanyi's hand to Zheng Zhongyi.

The reserved man couldn't express his reluctance, and in the end, with tears in his eyes, he only said, "Daughter, take care."

"Father, Mother, take care."

The carriage set off, and Zheng Zhongyi and his companions watched it go further and further away until it disappeared from sight.

"Father, it's time to go. There are more and more unfamiliar faces around here these days." The eldest son of the Zheng family looked around and urged in a low voice.

Zheng Zhongyi glanced at the plaque of the Hunyuan Zheng Mansion, then led everyone into the mansion, closed the gate, and looked at his family's ancestral home, which had stood for hundreds of years.