Chapter 44
Cui Pei felt as if those piercing eyes were about to stab him through the back.
In the nick of time, Cui Pei had already chosen to betray Zhu Zijin without hesitation, choosing self-preservation over betraying him.
"My lord, please understand—" Cui Pei cried, her face contorted with grief, practically clinging to Pei Lingjun's leg, sobbing uncontrollably. "It was the young master who thought you liked Lady Wen, and that's why he kept pestering me to report every single detail of what had happened these past few days to him..."
Pei Lingjun's piercing gaze swept over him, and Cui Pei shrank back, stabbing his head as he said, "Besides, I was merely reporting something; I absolutely did not distort the facts. As for what Master Zhu said, that's none of my business..."
They actually pinned all the blame on Zhu Zijin. I wonder if Zhu Zijin would be furious and curse them for betraying their friend if he found out.
Pei Lingjun clicked his tongue lightly, "Have you forgotten all the rules of the Xiaolong Guard?"
Cui Pei murmured, "But Young Master Zhu isn't an outsider..."
The former's glare fell upon Cui Pei, who felt a chill run down his spine and chuckled awkwardly, "This subordinate will go take care of the matter now, farewell... farewell."
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Recently, due to continuous heavy rain, two or three ditches on the border of Anyang have breached their embankments, flooding several nearby villages.
The matter was reported to the prefect of Anyang Prefecture, who immediately ordered that people go to Guangfu Temple the next day to offer incense and pray for blessings. He also reported to the imperial court to allocate funds for disaster relief.
Early in the morning, three or four carriages lined up and passed through the main street of Anyang Prefecture. The gilded "Wen" character on the carriages attracted the attention of passersby.
If Wen Tao wanted to lure those people out, why did he bring Wen Shu along? Did he not care about his daughter's life at all?
Pei Lingjun lowered his brows and glanced at the carriage that was slowly following ahead.
The carriage moved slowly, and Wen Shu sat steadily inside. In front of her was Wen Tao, who was resting with his eyes closed.
"Father, you and Uncle Qi went to Guangfu Temple to pray and offer incense, why did you bring me along?"
Wen Shu lowered her eyelashes and slowly massaged Wen Tao's shoulders. If others did not know the secrets of the Wen family's inner quarters, they would definitely think this was a scene of a loving father and a filial daughter.
Upon hearing this, Wen Tao opened his eyes and chuckled twice: "What else could it be? The date of your wedding with Cheng Xuan was calculated by the master. It's a marriage between two families, shouldn't you thank the master in person?"
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with what I'm saying, but upon closer inspection, why does it have to be done on such a grand occasion when there are no other ways to express gratitude?
Moreover, Wen Tao has always disliked his daughters showing their faces in public.
Something unusual must be going on. My going out of the city to pray for blessings today may not be so simple.
Wen Shu didn't show it on her face, and obediently nodded: "I will listen to Father."
After successfully leaving the city, the crowds dispersed, and apart from the sounds of the wind and birdsong, there were very few human voices around, and the surroundings gradually quieted down.
Wen Shu held her breath, her fists clenched tightly under her sleeves, and her palms were damp with sweat.
Just as she was feeling uneasy, she suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps, and the sharp blade scraped against the scabbard with a swishing metallic sound.
A group of people wearing black masks suddenly appeared from both sides of the mountain road.
After a few brief breaths, someone cried out in alarm, "Assassin! Protect the master! Assassin—"
The heart-wrenching sound clearly reached everyone's ears. Wen Shu suddenly lifted the car curtain, and all she could hear was a series of metallic "swish swish swish" sounds that sent chills down everyone's spine.
Those who were hiding on high ground immediately drew their bows and arrows, and a rain of arrows fell from the sky in an instant.
In just a moment of stunned silence, the arrowhead, reflecting the dampness of the fresh rain in the empty mountains, faced directly at Wen Shu's exposed chest!
In an instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and Wen Shu hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.
The scene before her eyes seemed to be stretched infinitely, slowly freezing in Wen Shu's pupils. She subconsciously raised her arms to block it.
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