After Zhu Jiayu finished gathering herbs to clean and bandage Wei Qinglou, she waited by his side until the rain gradually stopped and the sun began to set before he finally woke up.
"Young Master is awake? You..." The guard hurriedly stepped forward, but was stopped by a cold glare from him.
With the help of his hand, Wei Qinglou sat up, looked at Zhu Jiayu, then at his own well-bandaged wounds, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you help me?"
He knew his men's capabilities well. They might be good at killing, but they weren't good at this kind of delicate work.
Zhu Jiayu's attitude was indifferent, her eyes full of mockery. The corners of her lips curled up, and her slightly narrowed eyes exuded a cool yet frivolous charm, adding a touch of allure to her beautiful face.
"To be precise, I saved you. Delicate young man, you should be glad I'm not petty, otherwise, you'd probably be lying here dead right now."
Wei Qinglou chuckled softly, and gradually, the laughter seemed unstoppable, growing louder and louder. After a while, he finally calmed down and looked at Zhu Jiayu expressionlessly: "You dare?"
Zhu Jiayu was sitting next to him. Upon hearing this, she reached out and placed her hand on his wound, then pressed down hard! She looked at him with a mocking gaze, as if to say: See if I dare to do it.
The pain surged like a swift tide, instantly engulfing Wei Qinglou's internal organs. He frowned deeply, but ultimately did not utter a sound. The next instant, he struck, gripping Zhu Jiayu's neck tightly.
Just as the guards were hesitating whether to persuade Wei Qinglou to let go of this ignorant and foolish woman, they saw their young master take the initiative to let go.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
A smile appeared on Zhu Jiayu's lips. She slowly adjusted her breathing, her composure as if she were not in a humble pavilion, nor had she faced any life-threatening danger in the blink of an eye.
Wei Qinglou's eyes were red, and he spoke almost word by word: "Do you know that what you just did is enough to make you die ten thousand times over?"
"So what? In the eyes of people like you, isn't my life as insignificant as an ant's or a blade of grass? What difference would it make if I died ten thousand times or a million times? But don't forget, if it weren't for someone as lowly as me, you would have just died here."
Zhu Jiayu paused for a moment: "How pitiful, the young master, who is so precious and noble, will die on a desolate mountain thousands of miles away before he even has a chance to show his skills in the capital city."
Although she said this, her tone was flat and monotonous, as if she were not talking about the life or death of a nobleman, but rather about how the weather was so bad that it had spoiled her mood for going out for a walk.
The rain outside the pavilion gradually subsided. Zhu Jiayu stood up, dusted himself off, and said in a light voice, "Young master, the rain has stopped. Until we meet again."
Wei Qinglou slowly raised her eyes, only to see the mountains shrouded in rain and mist. Her graceful steps made her the only beautiful sight in the misty mountain breeze.
After a moment, he lowered his gaze, frowned at the blood seeping from the gauze covering his abdomen, and scoffed, "You ignorant fool."
If this had happened in Yujing, Zhu Jiayu would have been dead eight hundred times over if he dared to treat him like this.
The guard standing to the side, his hand on the hilt of his sword, had a grim expression and whispered, "Young master, should I go and teach her a lesson?"
His young master comes from a distinguished family. His father is a first-rank Duke of Zhenguo, and his mother is the eldest daughter of the Langya Wang clan. Even in Yujing City, where there are many noble families, his young master has a first-class status and is highly respected. He has never been treated like this before!
Wei Qinglou glanced at him coldly: "You think you can really do anything to her? If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourself."
His arrival in Suiping was no secret to begin with, and now he's been assassinated. Such a big deal will surely reach the ears of those powerful old guys in Yujing City soon.
Zhu Jiayu saved him, and even if he didn't want to acknowledge this favor, he couldn't lay a hand on her. Otherwise, his father would be impeached by those stubborn censors when he went to court the next day.
"Help me back to the temple. I need to recuperate here for the next few days. You all go and find out where that old scoundrel Yue Guanshan lives. Once I'm healed, I'll personally go and ask him to come out of the mountains."
Wei Qinglou said calmly, "As for Zhu Jiayu, we don't need to worry about her for now."
After he finished speaking, the four guards in the pavilion nodded in unison and, as he had said, helped him back to his room in the temple.
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After praying to Buddha and burning incense, Zhu Jiayu took Lüzheng down the mountain and boarded the carriage back to the Zhu family home.
After getting on the bus, Lüzheng sat in the corner, secretly glancing at her young mistress out of the corner of her eye.
She always felt that something about her young mistress was different.
I've become more composed and more capable.
Zhu Jiayu relaxed and let her look him over. After a moment, he said slowly, "We didn't meet anyone at Tanji Temple today, remember that?"
It is a question, but it is affirmative and unquestionable.
Green Kite shuddered instantly, hastily averting her gaze, nodding and lowering her eyes, cautiously agreeing.
It was already evening when the master and servant returned to the Zhu residence. Zhu Congjian sat upright in the dining room, his brows furrowed, but upon seeing his daughter return, he quickly put on a smiling face.
"I've discussed it with Manager Liao. Starting tomorrow, you'll go to the embroidery shop on Qingxing Street and learn from him for a while. How does that sound?"
Zhu Jiayu knew that the manager Liao her father mentioned was named Liao Puxin. As his name suggested, he was honest and trustworthy, a good person, but not cut out for business. He had been managing the Zhu family's embroidery workshop on Qingxing Street for more than ten years, and his greatest achievement was ensuring that the workshop did not suffer losses. When business was dismal, there were even times when the profit was just enough to cover the operating costs.
However, she had no experience in the embroidery business, and although Manager Liao's skills were not very good, he was more than capable of teaching her.
Zhu Jiayu thought to herself and nodded: "A daughter will listen to her father."
Zhu Congjian was greatly pleased and picked up a piece of crab roe tofu with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl: "Eat quickly, I've been waiting for you for so long, the food is getting cold."
Zhu Jiayu smiled slightly, offered no explanation, and focused on eating her food.
After finishing his meal, Zhu Jiayu left the dining room and went to find the butler.
Butler Fu had watched her grow up and considered her like a daughter. He also knew she disliked business and commerce. Seeing her arrive, he assumed she wanted to complain about tomorrow's problems and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Miss, Master is just doing this for your own good..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jiayu interrupted him: "Uncle Fu, I know everything you're saying. I came to ask you if the embroidery workshop has encountered any difficulties. During the meal, I noticed that Father was very depressed, but if I asked him, he definitely wouldn't say anything. So I was thinking, do you know anything about it?"
Uncle Fu sighed: "This..."
Zhu Jiayu pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes: "I know I've always been rather immature, causing you and Father a lot of worry. It's understandable that you don't trust me now and don't want me involved in the embroidery workshop."
Green Kite, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. Her young lady was not like this in public!
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