Galaxy: He Zhaojun's Counterattack

【Alternate History/Historical Brainstorm/Transmigration/Assisting/Anti-trope/No Cheat Device】CP: Third Prince.

Transmigrating into the Star Han world as He Zhaojun, she begins by personal...

Chapter 147: A secret meeting? Bleeding

Chapter 147: A secret meeting? Bleeding

When she finally sutured the wound and the bleeding gradually stopped, she breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head. Wen Ziduan had fainted from the pain at some point, still clutching a strand of her hair tightly, refusing to let go.

He Zhaojun also had to clean the blood off his body, so she had to cut off her long hair and fetch water to wash him. After bandaging him and cleaning up, He Zhaojun saw that her sleeves and the hem of her skirt were also covered with Wen Ziduan's blood.

"Sister Zhaojun? Sister Zhaojun?" Shao Shang's voice came from not far above his head. Obviously, the engagement party was about to begin, and Shao Shang was looking for her.

Then Shao Shang muttered, "Where is Sister Zhaojun? And the Third Prince is nowhere to be seen either. The Crown Prince and the Crown Princess have been waiting for a long time! Could they be having a secret meeting somewhere?! This sister, really..."

He Zhaojun glanced at Wen Ziduan, who lay beside her, with a complicated look in her eyes. "Aren't they having a secret meeting?" Blood splattered, half-dead, right under your feet, inseparable.

Remembering that she had left some spare clothes here, she quickly washed her hands, casually took off her outer garment, and threw the bloody undergarment aside, leaving only her underwear.

"I'm just injured, not dead. Are you really like this? Don't you treat me as your son?"

As soon as Wen Ziduan opened his eyes, he saw He Zhaojun lying with her back to him, her back exposed and her slender waist vaguely visible in the light. How could he lie down there?

He Zhaojun curled her lips. She wasn't shy about wearing a suspender, not to mention that she was wearing long pants, which would be a perfect hot girl outfit in modern times.

She ignored Wen Ziduan and casually pulled out the spare clothes hanging in the cabinet: "The engagement banquet is about to begin. I'm telling you in advance that His Majesty, the Queen, and Concubine Yue will all be here today. If you don't want to be discovered by them, you'd better cooperate."

Wen Ziduan was silent for a moment, not doubting that He Zhaojun's words were false. He nodded, struggled to get up, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at He Zhaojun: "What do you want to ask?"

He Zhaojun turned around and looked at him: "What is the gift you want to give Ling Buyi?"

Wen Ziduan smiled, his face wrinkled again as the wound tugged at him. "He's getting engaged today, so naturally the last thing he wants is to see the old man Ling Yi, the Marquis of Chengyang. So, I've come up with a plan to make sure Ling Yi can't mess things up today."

As he spoke, he pulled out a key from his pocket and said, "Please wrap it up for me and give it to Ling Buyi at the engagement party. He will definitely be very happy."

He Zhaojun was halfway through putting on her clothes when she put down her belt and went to get the brocade box. Wen Ziduan followed behind her, slowly reached out and helped her tie her belt.

"This is the key to the warehouse where the Marquis of Chengyang stores his weapons in the mountains. I've buried all the rest of the rebels at the foot of the mountain as fertilizer for the flowers... The Marquis of Chengyang must be in dire straits right now."

He Zhaojun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Wen Ziduan knew that Ling Buyi had never been able to get over this hurdle in his heart. The military equipment had been replaced, the isolated city had been lost, and the entire city had been massacred. These things had been weighing on his mind. Even if they were engaged, he must have been worried.

The truth about Lonely City hadn't been uncovered, and his revenge hadn't been avenged, yet Ling Buyi wanted to marry Shao Shang. Ling Buyi must have been secretly blaming himself. Wen Ziduan, in order to comfort Ling Buyi today, resorted to this method.

"You are so stupid..." He Zhaojun couldn't help but tear up when she saw Wen Ziduan's weak appearance.

Wen Ziduan didn't care: "Are you not stupid? Aren't you trying to find a way to move the three people in the palace to the Cheng Mansion to take charge?!"