The man opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
The eldest brother hesitated for a moment, then seeing the hopeful eyes of his brothers, he made up his mind: "Let's do it! Go find out the whereabouts of that high-ranking official. Once we have the information, we will act!"
The group of people retreated quietly again.
The man who made the suggestion turned his head and met Xu Yaowen's gaze. His heart tightened, but he saw that Xu Yaowen's eyes were glancing elsewhere, as if he was just taking a casual glance.
It must have been just a coincidence. He couldn't have discovered it from such a distance.
The big man thought so in his heart, responded to his companion's call, and walked down the mountain.
Xu Yaowen retracted his gaze and instructed the guards around him, "Be more alert these days. Bring more people on patrol. If you find anything unusual, report it immediately."
"yes!"
After Xu Yaowen finished giving his instructions, he thought of something and his expression relaxed slightly: "Where is that young nobleman now?"
Even to his own guards, Xu Yaowen did not reveal Jiang Zhiyu's identity.
Jiang Zhiyu has too much power in his hands, and Lian Qisheng is not as easy to deal with as Liu Zhijie, who has leverage over him everywhere.
Most of the dirty things Liu Zhijie did were at the instruction of Lian Qisheng. Compared with Liu Zhijie, Lian Qisheng's reputation is much better.
Of course, this kind of person cannot be killed like Liu Zhijie.
What's more, Lian Qisheng's methods are insidious. If he doesn't know Zhiyu's identity, he can still be afraid and dare not take action. But if he knows her identity, even if the two of them are highly skilled in martial arts, it is still as the emperor said, it is difficult to guard against a hidden arrow!
Xu Yaowen sighed softly.
"That young noble..." The guard's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "The young noble is at the Governor's residence, dismissing the Governor's wife and concubines."
Xu Yaowen: “???”
…
Liu Zhijie liked to listen to operas, and there was a tall stage in his mansion.
Jiang Zhiyu stood at the top, and all the people sitting below were women. The one leading the group was Liu Zhijie's wife, who was only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
At a glance, there were more than twenty people sitting there, and everyone had a numb expression on their face.
"I think you should have heard that Liu Zhijie died at my hands today."
Jiang Zhiyu observed their emotions as she spoke, and no one showed any indignation.
Because these women were all snatched back by Liu Zhijie.
Since they were young, they were favored by Liu Zhijie and raised in his mansion. Once they reached the age of marriage, they were married.
They can't escape or hide, and if they don't serve diligently, their families will be punished. Over time, they have accepted their fate.
Now that the demon that controlled their fate is dead, they feel a sense of relief, but are still more confused.
The man in front of them said that he wanted to dismiss them, but where could they go after leaving the Governor's Mansion?
"I know you're worried about the future, but I want to tell you that women are never the spoiled playthings others claim they are. Instead, they are the weeds that can't be burned out, and the roses that flaunt their beauty. You are just yourselves, and you should live your life for yourself."
“I live to please myself, not to be trapped by others.”
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes are gentle. They are roses oppressed under the feudal chains, but it doesn't matter. They are born with thorns, and being soft or hard is their own choice.
"I know the life stories of each of you. If you want to go home, then go to the guards over there and get your own property. You can do whatever you want with it. It belongs to you. If you don't want to go home, then follow me and I will find a place for you."
The women all looked at each other, and a few of the younger ones timidly looked up at Jiang Zhiyu.
"What you said... is it true?"
After a long time, a trembling voice was heard.
Jiang Zhiyu nodded lightly: "Of course."
A man stood up, crossed out his name from the guards, tore up his indenture contract, received a sum of money, and ran out of the house without looking back.
With her leading the way, 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 wrote their names and tore up the indentures first, with tears of excitement in their eyes.
They are finally free!
Some people, like the first woman, rushed out of the house after receiving the money, while some people looked at Jiang Zhiyu with hesitation in their eyes.
But thinking of what she had just said, he secretly made a decision and stood beside her.
Everyone had made their own choices, except for the lady who sat there straight, as if nothing could affect her.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't urge him either.
[Her parents are both dead, she has no brothers or sisters, no children, and is completely alone.]
[After all, she has lived in this mansion for nearly ten years, so this is probably the place she is most familiar with.]
Snowflakes began to float in the sky. The lady then stood up and brushed the snow off her shoulders: "Sir, thank you for saving us from this sea of suffering."
Jiang Zhiyu was slightly stunned. The lady bowed to her and said, "I have been raised here since I was a child and have never been to school. If I have said anything that has offended you, I hope you will not treat me, a country woman, with the same vengeance."
"The word I've heard the most since I was a child is 'obedient'. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the noble man. He made me his wife because of these two words."
"I'm deeply moved by what you've said, sir, but that's all. I'm a coward by nature, and this property has trapped me for over ten years. I don't think I have the courage to leave."
Jiang Zhiyu's nose suddenly felt sore. She opened her mouth, but the lady shook her head first: "Your Excellency, there is no need to say more. I have made up my mind. I am old. Although the world outside is beautiful, it does not belong to me after all."
"Well, let's stop here. If I continue, I'm afraid you will be annoyed that I'm not tactful."
The lady took a step back and bowed again.
Although her body was shaking, her voice was extremely firm.
Jiang Zhiyu sighed softly 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 broken walls, overgrown weeds and dilapidated courtyard showed that no one had been here for many years.
Jiang Zhaorong dismounted, tied the horse outside the yard, and entered the courtyard alone.
Jiang Zhaorong stepped forward, making a "crunching" sound as she stepped on the snow. Jiang Zhaorong walked around the house in front, squeezed in from a corner, and walked to the end. There was a wooden board buried under the snow. Jiang Zhaorong stretched out her hand, lifted it up, and jumped in nimbly.
His movements were smooth and flowing, and there was the sound of water dripping from time to time. Jiang Zhaorong seemed to be aware of something and kept walking forward with all her heart.
The further you go, the darker it becomes.
Jiang Zhaorong held up a fire starter and walked slowly along the wall in the dim light. It took her half an incense stick of time to reach her destination.
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