The carriage sped along, and along the way, Jiang Huaiyu caught sight of another carriage moving slowly. She recognized it as the one Tu Wenying was riding in. Just as she was about to call for help, a sharp long knife suddenly tore through the curtain and was pressed against her neck less than an inch away.
I advise you to remain silent.
The sharp blade was inches away, and Jiang Huaiyu's heart seemed to freeze instantly, but she remained calm. She raised her hand and gently pried the blade away from her bound fingers, saying coldly, "Only if you disturb me will I really make a sound."
"You are a woman of commendable courage."
The person outside sighed and sheathed his sharp longsword, but in that brief moment of hesitation, the Tu family's carriage had already been left far behind.
A sense of unease welled up in Jiang Huaiyu's heart, and she suddenly asked, "Do you know that she comes from the Tu family?"
The people outside remained silent, their silence seemingly acknowledging her question.
Jiang Huaiyu's mood grew heavier and heavier. She slowly leaned against the carriage wall, quickly sorting through her thoughts.
The people from the capital only took two days to find out everything about her in Fushun Town. They kidnapped her with a clear objective, showing that they were not afraid of the power of the Bai and Jiang families, and at the same time, they were also very familiar with the power of the Tu family, so as to avoid getting involved with them...
The person capable of all this is no ordinary individual. So who exactly would go to such lengths to harm her?
...
The carriage sped along, and by evening of the following day, it had arrived at the outskirts of the capital.
In their haste to reach their destination, they missed their chance to find lodging, and by then the city gates were already closed, preventing them from entering. The two bandits then lit a campfire at the foot of the cliff and set up camp temporarily. They threw some dry, hard food into the cart for Jiang Huaiyu and then ignored her.
As night fell, the two divided their tasks clearly: one sat at the car door to keep watch, while the other slept by the campfire.
A cold wind blew in gusts, and insects chirped.
The campfire appeared lonely and weak in the thick darkness of the night, as if a mere breeze could extinguish it.
The bandits by the campfire had already fallen asleep, their snores echoing like thunder in the wilderness, like ancient beasts. Even the chirping of insects seemed insignificant beneath their snoring.
However, the snoring, though deafening, was extremely rhythmic, and upon closer listening, even the robber at the car door began to doze off. Feeling restless and a little anxious, he got up and lifted the curtain to peek inside, only to see Jiang Huaiyu also soundly asleep.
During the two-day journey, the woman remained very compliant and did not cause any trouble.
They could enter the city early the next morning, and he figured she would have little chance of escaping their control. So the robber leaned against the car door, yawned, and drifted off to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage curtain was gently lifted again.
Jiang Huaiyu immediately opened her eyes. With the help of the moonlight, she recognized the person and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
"Ling Mo, you've finally arrived?"
Against the moonlight, Ling Mo, dressed in white as snow, with his jet-black hair cascading over his shoulders, possessed a handsome yet aloof face, like an immortal descended to earth.
He frowned, scrutinizing the unfamiliar face in the carriage, and coldly asked, "Who are you?"
Jiang Huaiyu lowered his voice, "This is not a place for a long talk. Please take me away first."
Ling Mo understood her intention, glanced around, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"They won't wake up anytime soon."
He stood at the carriage door, adopting an attitude that he wouldn't be allowed to leave unless she explained things clearly.
He asked again, "Who exactly are you?"
"Yes, my surname is Jiang, I come from the capital, and I married into the Bai family in Fushun Town last year..."
Before Jiang Huaiyu could finish speaking, Ling Mo interrupted her with a cold expression, "I'm not investigating your background. I just want to understand how you can discern the form of the things I carry with me?"
Jiang Huaiyu lowered her head slightly, her fingers gently stroking her chin.
In fact, the reason she suddenly decided to write to Ling Mo was because she had keenly sensed something unusual. She hadn't given much thought to how to explain it to him, because although they had a deep friendship in their past life, they hadn't had any interaction in this life. Her sudden letter might indeed have surprised him.
However, she was no longer the powerful matriarch of a noble family she had been in her previous life, and could not easily mobilize manpower. She was at her wit's end, and just then she learned that Ling Mo was in Wanfu County, so she placed her hopes on him.
"You may not know this, but there is actually a predestined connection between us from a past life."
"A predestined relationship from a past life?"
Ling Mo pulled the carriage curtain open wider, leaned slightly to let the bright moonlight stream into the carriage, and his sharp, eagle-like gaze swept across her face again before he resolutely shook his head.
I don't know you.
Jiang Huaiyu gently tapped his knee, and after a moment's thought, said, "However, I know you very well. You have been training with your master on Yunxiao Peak since you were a child, practicing both martial arts and painting."
When you were seventeen, your master passed away, and you began your journey into the martial world. Although you were exceptionally skilled in martial arts, you were ostracized by outlaws because you refused to associate with gangs, and remained unknown for a long time.
One day, you will become famous overnight for your extraordinary painting skills. In just three years, you will become a well-known master painter.
After that, you withdrew from the world of martial arts, ventured into the countryside, visited famous mountains and rivers, and sought out rare treasures, which made your painting skills even more exquisite and your works contain endless spiritual energy.
Furthermore, your aloof and disdainful nature, coupled with your disdain for officials and the powerful, made you highly respected among the common people. Therefore, you were revered as the pinnacle master of painting in the Western Wei Dynasty.
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