Chapter 6 Chapter 6 You...shameless
The assassin was a little angry. He Anting looked down at him as if he were a dead object. "You will die here whether you make a move or not. It's just a matter of time. So hurry up and make your move."
Jing Yao's face turned pale. She thought that the way he crossed his arms and said sarcastic things was extremely hateful. Even if he didn't help her, there was no need to treat her like this.
The stinging pain in her neck reminded her all the time that her life might be over.
She was in her prime, in the prime of her youth. If she had known she was going out today, she would have worn all the precious jewelry in her dressing box. What a pity.
There is still some vegetarian food left to eat.
The assassin didn't expect that the Prime Minister, who was loved by the people, could be so cold-hearted. The sword in his hand trembled, and He Anting's brows furrowed. He quietly put arrows on the guards who were deployed around him.
The arrow flew through the air and hit the assassin in the back.
Jing Yao closed her eyes for a long time, and the pain did not continue.
She heard a dull sound and opened her eyes to find that the assassin was lying face down on the ground.
There was an arrow stuck in the back of his heart.
She had never seen a dead person before, and she suddenly felt nauseous and her whole body went limp. The guards and soldiers around her surrounded her from all directions like a tide.
The prefect of Kaifeng trembled as he entered the courtyard and bowed, "Lord, you are very thoughtful and far-sighted."
The man was calm and stern, like a pine or bamboo, with no sidelong glances. Although Jing Yao escaped death, no one cared about her.
Only then did she realize that everything was probably under He Anting's control, and what he had just said might just be a means.
But his cold and indifferent expression lingered in her mind, and that look was more terrifying than an assassin.
Although she had escaped death, Jing Yao was not happy at all. Looking at He Anting who was surrounded by people, she straightened her clothes awkwardly, not wanting to appear undignified in front of others.
"Lord." Qing Wu lifted the back of the assassin's neck and saw a black, snake-shaped tattoo.
"An assassin has injured His Royal Highness King Yin. We must track him down and find out."
Jing Yao looked around for a while, then stopped a minor official nearby and said, "Sir, I've lost a maid. Could you help me find her?"
The official said perfunctorily that he understood, then pushed her away and hurried away.
Jing Yao was at a loss, anxious and worried.
"What are you still doing here?" The mellow voice was filled with displeasure.
Jing Yao turned around and met He Anting's cold gaze. The tone of his voice when talking to his subordinates had not changed, and his momentum was extremely strong. Jing Yao inexplicably recalled the sarcastic expression that urged the assassin to kill her quickly.
She shivered and began to stutter: "I... I'm looking for someone." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito or a quail.
"Go find a place to die. I'll let you go today, but if you interfere with public affairs again in the future, I will definitely punish you."
Jing Yao couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat when the harsh and cold words were spoken. She was simply frightened and stunned.
"Auntie." A crisp and urgent cry rang out. Yun Qiao ran over hurriedly, holding up the hem of her skirt. Jing Yao suddenly looked up, "Yun Qiao, where have you been?"
"There were so many people just now. I came out of the back door of Guanyin Hall and went back to the room to look for my aunt, but she was gone. I thought she had gone out."
No matter what, both the master and the servant were fine. Jing Yao just wanted to leave quickly. She knelt down and bowed vaguely, then pulled Yun Qiao away quickly.
He Anting looked at her back, his brows furrowed.
Ye Yunzheng was his father's disciple after all, so it's hard to agree with his hobby.
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When Jing Yao came out, pilgrims had gathered outside the temple. The guards were all on edge. Mother Zheng said with a sharp eye, "Oh, the aunt is out."
He Qingxuan's eyes flashed with disgust, but she had to hold the scene and shouted sternly: "It's such a mess today, why are you running around? What, do you want to let the prince blame me if something happens?"
Jing Yao knew she was wrong and did not retort.
The county lady comforted her daughter and said, "Don't let others laugh at you if you stay outside."
Then he turned around and smiled lovingly: "You must be scared. Ah-yi is kind-hearted and worried about you. She even sent guards to look for you just now."
Jing Yao was indeed frightened. She was usually a quiet person, and now she was like a gourd with its mouth sawed off. The county lady said a few words but then found it boring. As long as the person was found, she would stop paying attention to her.
On the way back, Jing Yao was still in a daze, as if she was still in fear and had not turned around.
She felt that He Anting was more frightening to her than the assassin.
She comforted herself that it was probably because her mother often mentioned him in her ears that she had some strange interest in him.
After returning home, Jing Yao's events today were not heard by anyone, and Ye Yunzheng did not come to see her. Jing Yao breathed a sigh of relief, as she did not want to mention it anymore.
She asked Yunqiao to use the excuse of being frightened to avoid going to the spring hunt tomorrow with He. He probably hoped that she would not interfere with Ye Yunzheng and her schedule.
Yun Qiao came back with a sullen face, "The young lady scolded me, saying that the accompanying list had already been decided and could not be changed, so she told my aunt to go."
Jing Yao was dumbfounded, and rolled into the bed with a wail.
Late at night, she had a nightmare as expected.
This time the assassin's face was changed to He Anting's, with outlines as sharp as a god's, cold and terrifying. He was holding a knife and sharpening it, ready to kill her.
Jing Yao was so frightened that she woke up, shivering non-stop. She hoped that she would never meet He Anting again.
The next day, she followed Ye Yunzheng and He out of the house with a downcast look on her face, and got on the carriage to the palace.
She naturally had no right to sit with the two of them, so she followed behind in another small carriage. Yun Qiao held up the box of milk cakes and asked, "Auntie, did you not sleep well?"
Jing Yao reluctantly nodded. The moment she closed her eyes, He Anting would strike at her with his knife raised. How could she possibly sleep? "The journey will take another half day. Auntie, please get some sleep."
Jing Yao nodded worriedly and grabbed a piece of sweet milk cake to calm herself down.
It would take three days to go to the palace, excluding the day on the road, a total of four days. In just four days, He moved a lot of boxes and dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking very noble.
He was responsible for maintaining harmony with Ye Yunzheng and his wife, and was very good at dealing with people in the noble circle, enjoying flattery. Jing Yao, on the other hand, had it much easier. Ye Yunzheng only told her not to get involved in the noble circle.
She was arranged to live in the back room of Ye Yunzheng and his wife's courtyard. During the three days in the palace, Ye Yunzheng would probably be with He, and Jing Yaole was very comfortable.
At noon, the nobles were all resting in the bedroom, which was a time when there were few people. Although the palace had a large grassland, which was suitable for flying kites, there were too many people, and Ye Yunzheng would definitely not allow her to go.
Jing Yao flew a kite in a secluded place behind the yard.
She lived alone in the back, which meant she had a large open space all to herself.
Yun Qiao couldn't laugh. The house was deserted and quiet, and no one came here, let alone the prince.
There is a bamboo forest planted here, which is secluded but not desolate, and also brings a hint of coolness. Jing Yao and Yun Qiao are walking around with a butterfly kite in their arms, and they think this place is very nice.
Yun Qiao wanted to run and send the kite into the sky for her, but Jing Yao felt like playing and wanted to do it herself, so she pulled the string and ran away in circles.
Today she was wearing a light yellow brocade jacket with a crabapple pattern, a pleated skirt of the same color, a tassel bun, and pearl hairpins swaying in her hair.
Her snow-white skin looked like milk in the sunlight, delicate and charming. Because there were few people around, she didn't have many concerns. When she ran, her skirt fluttered, and the snowballs bounced up and down, which was very tempting.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, the kite string broke, and the kite fell down crookedly like a butterfly with broken wings.
Jing Yao tilted her head back and watched the kite turn a corner and fall outside the yard.
"Oh, what should I do?"
"It's okay, we'll just get it back." The master and servant left the yard and began to look for the kite.
"I remember it was going in this direction. There's a fork here. Yunqiao, you go that way and I'll go this way. Come back quickly."
After giving the order, Jing Yao walked to the other side alone.
After looking around, she really found it. The kite landed on a tree next to a rockery. The rows of rockery were lined up one after another, with different heights, giving a feeling of steep cliffs.
Behind the rockery was a lake with lotus flowers in full bloom. There was a small seat next to it, probably for court officials and noble ladies to drink tea and appreciate the lotus flowers. Jing Yao took a look and found that she could climb up the rockery and then take it down.
She stepped carefully on the rocks of the rockery with her delicate and small embroidered shoes. She bent down slightly and half climbed up. Looking from behind, her waist was sunken, and her lower back was round and full, like a peach, swaying gently as she climbed up.
The white and crystal clear little hand fumbled around and finally touched the edge of the kite.
"King Yin was injured on this trip, but he also accompanied the Holy Saint. The person behind this must be very brave. Uncle, can you guess who it is?" A clear voice suddenly came, and Jing Yao froze and dared not move.
"Tsk." A disdainful and sarcastic chuckle sounded.
"Do you really think this trick can hurt King Yin? He is just taking advantage of the situation to make the emperor feel sorry for him." The mellow voice made Jing Yao's pupils shrink.
He Anting was dressed in a crimson-purple official uniform, looking handsome and unadorned. The shadow of the rockery cast upon his deep features, making him look deep and gloomy, and it was difficult to discern his emotions.
The two of them strolled and sat down on a small seat next to the rockery, and a servant came forward to pour tea and set up the chess pieces.
When Jing Yao saw that they were not leaving, she panicked and her hand that was holding the kite fell somewhere else. The kite, which was already unstable to begin with, fell instantly along her fair and smooth arm.
Oops.
The butterfly kite hit He Anting's shoulder and fell to the ground, causing him to frown. He subconsciously raised his head and met Jing Yao's watery and frightened almond eyes on the rockery.
"Why are you here?" He Anting opened his thin lips slightly, and his tone suddenly became cold. The young master also raised his head and recognized that it was the "maid" from that day.
"I, I, I... I'll take the kite." She spoke softly, her bright red lips unconsciously pursed.
He Anting looked at her with a cold face, wondering how much she had heard of what he had just said.
"Get lost." He said these ruthless words and then looked away.
Jing Yao's face turned red when she heard this, and she quickly turned around and climbed down.
She was already panicking, and her fear of He Anting had reached its peak. Her feet felt like cotton, and before she landed, she couldn't help but slip, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.
Fortunately, the rockery was not high, and her feet still landed on the ground, but she could not control her body and stumbled backwards.
But He Anting raised his head.
Before he could react, his vision suddenly went dark and his breath was choked. The tip of his nose seemed to be stuck in a ball of extremely elastic cotton, which seemed... to be soft and fragrant.
Even He Anting had no idea what was going on. His brain, which had always been very smart and capable of planning and strategizing, was completely blank.
The young master next to him was holding a teacup. He took a glance and spat out the tea he had just taken in with a "puff".
Jing Yao was able to stand firm after being hit in the face by him. When she realized something, she turned around and dodged like lightning.
His expression was one of incredulous dullness.
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What did she just do?
Did she... sit on He Anting's face?
It was also seen by a third person.
Jing Yao felt that she should find a place to bury her. Given He Anting's personality, he would definitely kill her.
Her face, which was rosy and rosy just now, did not turn redder, but pale.
After He Anting came back to his senses, his face became even uglier, and his aura was on the verge of rage.
This is not something that can be attributed to romance or ambiguity, but rather something out of the ordinary, absurd, and simply ridiculous.
He and... his brother-in-law's concubine?
He Anting was shrouded in a gloomy and cold aura, and his face was terrifying to the point of being frightening. The young master next to him was also extremely embarrassed, with a hint of mockery on his face.
He didn't know the identity of this woman, and he didn't know that the woman who sat on his uncle's face was actually married.
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