Chapter 39 Ambiguous and Unclear

When a few loud thuds came from the roof of the carriage, Jiang Shiyao quickly grabbed the wooden cover of the stool and huddled in a corner of the carriage.

With Wei Xun's roar, a dull thud echoed from the roof of the car once more.

She had already observed the guards' swords.

Based on the length of the knife, it wouldn't be enough to cut through either the top or the side windows.

The best way is from under the car.

However, this carriage came from the Duke's mansion, so it's impossible to ambush from under it.

Ideally, you should only come in from the front.

Jiang Shiyao was gambling with her life hanging by a thread.

"An assassination attempt!"

"Murder!"

The pedestrians on the street scattered in all directions, and the bolder ones hid in the shops next door to watch quietly.

The prince is currently in the capital, and so are the envoys.

The political situation was already tense; to attempt an assassination at this time was truly a death wish.

The two people on the roof of the car entangled Wei Xun, while the remaining three jumped off the roof.

One of them cleaved the carriage curtain open with a knife, exposing Jiang Shiyao's terrified expression as she held up the wooden board.

The man snorted coldly, gripped the hilt of his knife, and threw it at the people inside the carriage!

The blade trembled in mid-air, its momentum unstoppable.

At the critical moment.

With a "ding," sparks flew everywhere.

The long knife veered off course and plunged deep into the carriage door frame!

A piece of silver fell onto the frame and eventually rolled to the ground.

On the blade, there was a dent caused by a piece of silver!

The assassin turned to look in the direction from which the silver had flown, and a fast horse galloped from the intersection on the right.

The assassin leader snorted coldly and quickly stepped into his carriage to meet them.

"A swift and decisive victory!"

The remaining two assassins rushed into the carriage. Wei Xun, who was on the roof, was startled. After struggling to repel the two, he turned around and stabbed down from the ledge, but only managed to hit the second one!

The first person has already crawled inside.

Jiang Shiyao's jaw trembled uncontrollably, but she suddenly calmed down in the face of the long sword that was so close to her.

After blocking the first attack with the wooden plank in his hand, he swung back and threw a paper package he had been holding for a long time at the assassin.

broken!

I tried throwing the paper package out countless times, but it wouldn't open!

The sweat from my hands soaked the paper package, causing the flour inside to clump together.

The flying object made the assassin instinctively dodge, only to find it was just an ordinary crumpled piece of paper.

He snorted coldly, and as he swung his sword a second time, Jiang Shiyao threw the paper package in her arms away.

Suddenly, dust billowed up inside the carriage!

Jiang Shiyao closed her eyes beforehand and swung the paddle in her hand straight forward!

Screams erupted throughout the carriage.

White smoke and dust filled the carriage doors and windows, obscuring the view inside.

It didn't sound like a woman's voice.

Could it be that the assassin was beaten by that woman?

Over there, Zhou Congxian was locked in a fierce battle with the leader of the assassins, and in an instant, all the roadside stalls were destroyed!

Zhou Congxian's eyes flashed with murderous intent! His moves became even more ferocious!

When Wan Quan arrived from patrolling another road, he happened to see Wei Xun being ambushed by two people on the roof of the car!

"Wei Xun!" He drew his double halberds from his horse and leaped forward to meet the enemy!

Wan Quan was skilled in martial arts; when he was in the camp, he could easily take on five people by himself!

With a single halberd strike, he knocked the two attackers off the roof of the car!

Wei Xun turned around, "Wan Quan, save Lady Jiang in the carriage first!"

Wan Quan rolled off the roof of the car, where a person was lying on the frame, barely clinging to life!

The dust inside the carriage slowly settled down.

The person inside was revealed; Jiang Shiyao was covered in snow-white powder, with only a pair of bright black eyes visible.

The person lying on the ground was also covered in white, but it was unknown whether he was alive or dead!

Wan Quan was stunned for a moment; he hadn't even started yet!

The two men fighting with Wei Xun did not receive any signal that the assassination had succeeded, and they knew that this seemingly simple assassination had failed!

The two quickly exchanged a glance and then retreated in opposite directions!

"Don't let them get away!" Wan Quan roared.

He and Wei Xun immediately split up and gave chase from both directions!

The assassin leader, who was not far away, saw the commotion in the carriage and cursed under his breath.

He turned to run away.

Zhou Congxian seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the back of the knee with a sword!

The patrolling officers and soldiers arrived at this time.

Jiang Shiyao was still holding onto that piece of wood.

Only when the sounds of fighting seemed to have stopped did she throw away the wooden plank, step onto the carriage bench, and crawl out!

One person died inside the carriage, one died outside the carriage, Zhou Congxian stopped one, and two others escaped.

Jiang Shiyao's heart was pounding like a drum!

Song Jiyun has searched so many people! She must be watching nearby!

Her gaze swept quickly across the surrounding shops.

The fire in her heart burned brighter and brighter!

"Come out here! You sent too few men! I'm not dead!"

"I am a thorn in your side! I will never die!"

Suddenly!

Unlike the others who were watching the spectacle, one of the windows on the second floor of the teahouse was only slightly ajar!

She met those venomous eyes and suddenly burst into laughter!

His eyes were full of provocation!

She's going to force Song Jiyun to step down!

She wanted Song Jiyun to publicly admit that she had hired someone to commit murder!

Up in the teahouse on the second floor.

"Miss! You can't go down!"

Ignoring the burning pain on her face and stomach, Zisu clung tightly to her mistress's feet!

"I can't go down! The young master will kill me!"

Unable to break free, Song Jiyun grabbed a porcelain bottle from the small table by the door, turned around, and smashed it on Zisu's head!

Zisu felt as if something had smashed open the top of her head.

Her hand unconsciously loosened its grip.

Song Jiyun kicked the already limp Zisu away, turned around and ran downstairs!

Zisu stared in the direction her mistress had left, not daring to blink, until the blood flowing from her head blurred her vision.

The words were still in her mouth.

We can't go down.

We must not allow any problems to arise.

With just over a month left, the eldest young master agreed that she could leave the Song family.

But she could no longer make a sound.

Zhou Congxian took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

"Jiang Shiyao, are you injured anywhere?"

Jiang Shiyao was covered in snow-white flour, which fell off with the slightest movement.

Soon, a patch of snow-white appeared on the shoulders of Zhou Congxian's black cloak.

Jiang Shiyao's gaze passed over his shoulder; Song Jiyun had already arrived at the entrance of the teahouse.

Song Jiyun's remaining rationality told her that she couldn't go out.

Anger and reason were locked in a fierce struggle, causing her to halt just short of the threshold.

She watched helplessly as the two embraced in the street, their relationship ambiguous and suggestive!

Jiang Shiyao threw herself into Zhou Congxian's arms and began to sob, but her eyes were fixed on Song Jiyun at the entrance of the teahouse, looking past his shoulder.

"Your Highness, you've finally arrived! I was terrified!"

"Where did these people come from? They have no grudge against me, so why do they want to kill me?"

Zhou Congxian was taken aback, then raised his hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and patted her.

"Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you."

These words made Jiang Shiyao freeze.

Then she slumped down, her voice trembling as she sobbed, "Luckily, only I am here."

Zhou Congxian gently comforted her, "I'll take you home first."

Jiang Shiyao didn't move, but just stared in the direction of the teahouse.

Song Jiyun still did not come out.

Song's mother arrived and stopped her in time.

Zhou Congxian noticed her gaze, turned around, and saw the Song family mother and daughter.

His lips twitched, and after a long while he said, "Using yourself as bait, what if you really end up losing your life?"

She looked at him, trying to read a word from his eyes.

Jiang Shiyao recalled being stuffed into a pig cage and sunk into an icy pond in her previous life, and she replied with five words.

"That's my fate."

Zhou Congxian reached out and gently wiped the flour off her face.

"You won't die without my permission."

Jiang Shiyao watched helplessly as Song Jiyun was pushed into the teahouse by Song's mother.

Her voice grew cold. "Allow? Allow the murderer to hide behind your back again?"

Zhou Congxian, "No..."

He had no further explanation for the rest.

Should we tell her it's not the right time yet?

Or is it that even if Song Jiyun is brought out now, it won't give her justice?

Otherwise, why would Song's mother have arrived so quickly?

Who delivered the message to Song's mother in such a short time?

Here, there is more than one pair of eyes looking at you.

Liu Minghan watched the whole thing from the first floor of the teahouse.

His lips were pressed tightly together.

So, she didn't say anything, perhaps because she didn't want to drag Brother Jiang into these disputes?

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This was the first time Song's mother had ever been so angry with her daughter!

The perilla leaves on the ground were long dead! There was a mess downstairs! And someone had been caught!

Even if Zhou Congxian is willing to help cover it up, what about the others?

Especially the group of veteran officials in the court.

There were also those princes in the capital who were eager for the downfall of the Empress Dowager's faction.

"Yun'er! As long as the intricacies of things in the house aren't brought into the open, they're just family matters!"

"Do you think your brother now has extraordinary abilities and can protect you in everything?"

Song's mother sat in the chair, so angry that she kept pounding her chest!

"I tolerated your troubles and your elimination of dissidents, but you hired assassins! And you failed twice!"

Song Jiyun knelt on the ground, "Mother, she knows it was me! She's been trying to provoke me!"

"What right does she have? What gives her the audacity to provoke me like this!"

Song's mother closed her eyes briefly. "Yun'er, she knows everything. Do you think Zhou Congxian doesn't know?"

"He's being tolerant of you, so why can't you be tolerant for even a little while longer?"

"How many times has your brother reminded you?"

Song Jiyun covered her face and cried, "Mother, I am an unfilial daughter, I have burdened you! And I have also burdened my elder brother!"

Seeing her daughter like this, Song's mother couldn't help but soften her heart again.

"Yun'er, your mother tolerated Aunt Lu for so many years back then, just bear with it a little longer, it won't be long before you have to wait."

Song Jiyun crawled on her knees to her mother's side, buried her face in her legs, and began to cry.

"What can I do if my daughter can't do it? Her mind is filled with images of her intimate moments with Xian-gege, it's like thousands of ants are gnawing at her heart!"

"Mother, please save your daughter. I don't want to end up like this."

Song's mother touched her daughter's face, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at her daughter's pained expression.

When feelings run deep, one cannot help oneself.

If Zhou Congxian hadn't had this concubine, and she had only been a maidservant, none of this would have happened.

Tongfang (a type of female attendant).

Song's mother's lips twitched slightly.

If Lady Jiang were a concubine...

If it is a concubine, then it is a servant who can be bought and sold.

She gently patted her daughter's back, "Mother will help you."

"Your mother will help you."