Chapter 33 Kyushu's Biggest Injustice

"Qiao Wanyan! Qiao Wanyan!" Jiang Qiyun turned around and was about to go outside, but suddenly heard a creaking sound from inside.

He turned around and saw that the door of a small room in the inner room was opened, revealing a gorgeous face.

"Where's the soul-caller?"

Jiang Qiyun frowned and walked in, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Wanyan came out and said, "My clothes are dry. I'll change. The fabric of the mourning clothes is too rough. I'm itching so badly that I can't stand it."

The fabrics she had worn since she was a child were either Shu brocade or Yun brocade. After living for more than ten years, she suddenly felt very itchy when she put on coarse cloth. When she raised her arms, she would get red rashes.

Qiao Wanyan swore that she had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Although his clothes were dried, there were a lot of bloodstains on his upper body. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and change into dirty clothes.

She looked back into the hut, then turned and walked out.

Qiao Wanyan moved slowly to the fire to prevent the wound from being injured. However, when she sat down, she could not avoid the sharp pain. Her face changed slightly. "Let's grill the fish. I'm so hungry."

Jiang Qiyun raised his eyebrows, "Are you not surprised that I would come back?"

"You're not that kind of person. You pretended to abandon me just to scare me."

Qiao Wanyan told lies fluently to deceive people.

What's so surprising? He didn't wear a cloak, just a robe underneath. If he didn't come back, he would freeze to death.

Jiang Qiyun paused, not knowing whether he was happy or shy, and snorted rather arrogantly, "I am not a good person. I came back just to eat both fishes and not leave any for you. But seeing that you are pitiful, it is not impossible to reluctantly reward you with one."

He went over to pick up the two fishes. "Why didn't you grill them and eat them yourself? Are you sure I would come back and want to eat them with me?"

Haha, this double-faced woman said she wanted both.

Qiao Wanyan: "Well, you are right."

Jiang Qiyun snorted again, but it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Qiao Wanyan sighed inwardly, her mental activities were written on her face. She was indeed the little marquis who was pampered and had everything he wanted, without any scheming at all.

No wonder Qiao Yihuan didn't like him even though she met him first.

After eating the fish, the two thought that since there was no salt in the fish, it must be the most unpalatable fish they had ever eaten.

But maybe it was because I was so hungry, but the ordinary grilled fish without any saltiness tasted like a rare delicacy.

Late at night, Qiao Wanyan finally couldn't help but close her eyes. The next morning, their breakfast was the fish that Jiang Qiyun caught by the river.

But they were unlucky and only caught one. The two of them split the fish in half, Qiao Wanyan ate the middle part of the fish, and Jiang Qiyun ate the head and tail of the fish while cursing.

Both of them are the apple of the family's eye, but they look down on each other in their hearts and quarrel endlessly.

After eating and drinking, Qiao Wanyan wanted to wipe her face again.

"I'm not going, young master."

Qiao Wanyan said, "My wound is covered in blood. I want to change the medicine and wipe off the blood around it."

The wound was so severe that blood still seeped out even after applying the wound medicine. But there was not much medicine, only enough for one use.

Jiang Qiyun was annoyed, "Why are you so troublesome?"

Jiang Qiyun felt like he was screwed. He was a young marquis who was respected and valued, but he was treated like a slave by this guy.

How could there be such a difficult person in this world?

He suddenly felt that he was not so difficult to please.

Jiang Qiyun reluctantly went to the river, and the house suddenly became quiet.

Qiao Wanyan said calmly, "Come out."

A black-tailed boy with a slightly childish face came out of the hut, his expression stern and without any emotion.

"In less than half an hour, the prince and his men will find this place."

He didn't understand at first. He could have taken her away with him yesterday, but she insisted on staying here.

Now it is probably understood that she is waiting for the prince.

Qiao Wanyan's dark, bright eyes half closed. "Give me some painkillers."

A guard hurriedly walked up to He Zhiyu and said, "Your Highness, I found footprints in the snow near a dilapidated thatched cottage. Following the footprints, I saw Young Marquis Jiang washing a handkerchief by the river."

He Zhiyu immediately asked, "Where is Qiao Wanyan?"

The guard shook his head and said, "I didn't see it. I wanted to report the news in time, so I came back and didn't go to the thatched cottage to check."

A glimmer of hope surged in He Zhiyu's heart, "Lead the way!"

Jiang Qiyun and Qiao Wanyan fell off the cliff together, so logically speaking, they should be together.

Not to mention that since Jiang Qiyun could wash things by the river, he could definitely go find help. But he didn't, most likely Qiao Wanyan was injured and couldn't walk, so he had no choice but to stay where he was and take care of her.

He Zhiyu felt bad whenever she thought of the arrow that shot her shoulder and how she was pushed off the cliff by the assassin.

If he hadn't insisted on keeping the person with him and leaving together, how could this have happened?

It snowed heavily again last night. The bottom of the cliff was deserted and even birds and beasts were rare.

The thick snow was like cotton, making a creaking sound underfoot. He Zhiyu saw the thatched cottage from a distance, and from a distance he could tell that no one had lived there for many years and it was in a dilapidated state.

He Zhiyu expected to see Jiang Qiyun and Qiao Wanyan when he opened the door, and when he opened the door, it was exactly as he wished.

A guard behind him stepped forward and wanted to follow him in, but suddenly heard a sinister rebuke from his own prince.

"Back off! Everyone, turn around! No one is allowed to come in without my permission!"

The guard immediately nodded in response, lowered his head, turned his back to the thatched hut, and the other guards did the same.

Qiao Wanyan was lying on the wooden board with her shoulders half exposed, her long seaweed-like hair casually spread out. Her face was a sickly pale porcelain color, and her exposed shoulders were even more dazzlingly white in this dark thatched house.

There was mist in his eyes and he bit his lower lip tightly, looking pitiful and broken.

Jiang Qiyun was stunned for a moment and didn't react. He knelt on one knee beside Qiao Wanyan and leaned over, with the wet handkerchief in his hand still around her wound.

Just as he was about to open his mouth in surprise, he saw the already shaky door of the house being slammed shut by the prince.

His face was sinister and frightening, and the cold and gloomy room was suddenly filled with danger, making people feel a little breathless.

"temple......."

Before he could utter the second word, Jiang Qiyun was kicked to the ground by He Zhiyu.

The kick was so solid that he gasped in pain.