Chapter 189 I was born to please myself

The man opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The eldest brother hesitated for a moment, looked at the brothers' hopeful eyes, and made up his mind: "Go! Go find out the route of that senior official, and once you have found out, let's take action!"

A group of people retreated silently again.

The man who made the suggestion turned his head and looked at Xu Yaowen. He was nervous, but he saw Xu Yaowen's eyes glanced to other places again, as if he was just looking at it casually.

It should be just a coincidence. It's so far away, he can't have noticed it.

The big man thought so in his heart, and he responded to his companion's call and walked down the mountain.

Xu Yaowen retracted his gaze and instructed the guards around him: "Be smart these days, bring more people to patrol, and report immediately if you find anything unusual."

"Yes!"

After Xu Yaowen gave the order, he thought of something and his face slowed down: "Where is that young nobleman now?"

Even to his guards, Xu Yaowen did not reveal Jiang Zhiyu's identity.

Jiang Zhiyu has too much power in his hands. Lian Qisheng is not as easy to deal with as Liu Zhijie, who leaves handles everywhere.

Most of the dirty things Liu Zhijie did were instructed by Lian Qisheng. Compared with Liu Zhijie, Lian Qisheng's reputation is much better.

This kind of person, of course, cannot be killed like Liu Zhijie.

Moreover, Lian Qisheng's methods were insidious. Without knowing Zhiyu's identity, he could still be jealous and dare not take action. But if he knew her identity, even if they were both highly skilled in martial arts, it was just as the emperor said, it was difficult to guard against a hidden arrow!

Xu Yaowen sighed faintly.

"That young noble..." The guard's voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "The young noble is inspecting the mansion and dismissing the wife and concubines of the inspector."

Xu Yaowen: "???"

...

Liu Zhijie usually liked to listen to operas, and there was a tall stage in the mansion.

Jiang Zhiyu stood on the top, and all the people sitting below the stage were women, led by Liu Zhijie's wife, who was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

A rough look showed that there were more than twenty people sitting below, and everyone's face was full of numbness.

"I think you should have heard that Liu Zhijie died at my hands today."

Jiang Zhiyu said while observing their emotions. No one showed anger.

Because these women were all snatched back by Liu Zhijie. They were

favored by Liu Zhijie since they were young and raised in his mansion. Once they reached the age of marriage, they were newlyweds. They

could not escape or hide. If they did not serve him wholeheartedly, their families would be punished. Over time, they accepted their fate.

Now that the demon that controlled their fate is dead, although they have the intention of being relieved, they are still more confused.

The man in front of them said that he wanted to dismiss them, but where can they go after leaving the Xunfu Mansion?

"I know you are worried about the future, but I want to tell you that women are never spoiled and arrogant playthings as others say, but weeds that can never be burned, and roses that are flamboyant. You are just yourself, and you should live your life for yourself."

"I live to please myself, not to be trapped by others."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were gentle. They were oppressed roses under the feudal chains, but it didn't matter. They were born with thorns, and being soft and hard were all their own choices.

"I know the life experience of each of you. If you want to go home, you can get your own property from the guards over there. You can do whatever you want. It belongs to you. If you don't want to go home, follow me and I will find a place for you."

The women all looked at each other, and a few younger ones timidly looked up at Jiang Zhiyu.

"Are you telling the truth?"

After a long time, a trembling voice sounded.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded lightly: "Of course."

One person stood up, crossed out her name from the guards, tore up her indenture, received a sum of money, and ran out of the house without looking back.

With her lead, the others also became agitated and walked towards the guards.

Only the lady sitting in the middle did not move.

The women were not in a hurry to get the money. They crossed out their names and tore up their indentures at the first opportunity. They had tears of excitement in their eyes.

They were finally free!

Some people, like the first woman, ran out of the house after receiving the money, while some people looked at Jiang Zhiyu with hesitation.

But thinking of what she had just said, they still made a decision secretly and stood beside her.

Everyone has made their own choices, only the lady sat upright, as if no matter what happened, it would not affect her.

Jiang Zhiyu did not urge her.

[Her parents are all dead, she has no brothers or sisters, no children, and she is alone.]

[After all, she has lived in this mansion for nearly ten years, and this is the place she is most familiar with.]

Snowflakes floated in the sky, and the lady stood up and brushed the snowflakes off her shoulders: "Sir, thank you for saving us from the sea of ​​suffering."

Jiang Zhiyu was slightly stunned, and the lady saluted to her: "I have been raised here since I was a child and have never been to school. If I said something to offend you, I hope you will not treat me like a country woman."

"The word I heard the most since I was a child is 'obedient'. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. He made me his wife because of these two words."

"I am deeply touched by what you said, but that is all. I am a coward by nature. This house has trapped me for more than ten years. I don't think I have the courage to step out."

Jiang Zhiyu's nose suddenly became sour. She opened her mouth, but the lady shook her head first: "You don't need to say more. I have made up my mind. I am old. Although the world outside is good, it does not belong to me after all."

"Okay, let's stop here. If I continue, I am afraid that you will be annoyed by my lack of interest."

The lady took a step back and bowed again.

Although her body was trembling, her voice was very firm.

Jiang Zhiyu sighed lightly and did not continue to persuade her. She just said, "I respect your choice."

...

At the same time, Jiang Zhaorong also arrived at his destination on horseback.

The ruins, weeds and dilapidated courtyards showed that no one had been here for many years.

Jiang Zhaorong dismounted, tied the horse outside the courtyard, and entered the courtyard alone. Jiang

Zhaorong stepped forward, making a "crunching" sound as he stepped on the snow. Jiang Zhaorong bypassed the house in front and squeezed in from a corner. When he reached the end, there was a wooden board buried under the snow. Jiang Zhaorong reached out and lifted it up, then jumped in neatly.

His movements were smooth and flowing, and there was the sound of water dripping from time to time. Jiang Zhaorong suddenly realized something and walked forward with all his heart.

The further he went, the darker it became.

Jiang Zhaorong held up the fire stick, and walked slowly along the wall in the dim light. It took her half an incense stick of time to reach her destination.