Chapter 176: Fight Back
The wolf from Beidi has arrived, and the plan of luring the wolf into the house has been largely successful.
Murong Feng's ambition and strength were also fully exposed.
As for Qin Xiu...it's time to move the Lingnan chess piece.
But every step is on the edge of a knife, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.
Half an hour later, a figure as light as a swallow silently flipped over the courtyard wall and landed steadily in front of the pavilion.
Jiang Qingxi was wearing a nightgown, and his little face was covered with sweat from the long run, but his eyes were sharp and bright.
"Sister." She lowered her voice and spoke quickly, "Murong Feng led his men, carrying the body straight out of the city, heading northwest. He was moving very fast and didn't stop along the way. Judging from the direction, it was definitely Yelangyu."
"Moreover," she said, a serious look flashing in her eyes, "I followed them from a distance and discovered that before they entered the valley, the entrance was heavily guarded by sentries. There were far more than the 3,000 he said. Judging from the size of the camp and the number of patrolling cavalry, there must be more than double that. Sister, this Northern Di Third Prince is hiding very well."
Jiang Qingning's heart trembled.
Murong Feng really didn't tell the truth. This madman actually brought such a large number of troops to sneak in. His ambition was obvious.
"knew."
Jiang Qingning remained expressionless, only nodding slightly, a cold glint in her eyes. "You've worked hard, little sister. Go back and rest. For the next few days, just keep an eye on the movements of Wild Wolf Valley from afar, and report any abnormalities immediately."
She looked at her sister, her tone more serious than ever before, "Remember, your safety is the most important thing. Never get too close, and don't reveal your whereabouts. The scouts of the Northern Di Wolf Riders are no pushovers."
"Don't worry, sister. I know what I'm doing." Jiang Qingxi nodded vigorously, her eyes full of confidence and determination.
Watching his sister's light figure leaving and blending into the night, Jiang Qingning sat alone in the pavilion. The summer night breeze blew by, carrying the lingering smell of blood in the courtyard.
She slowly closed her eyes and carefully thought out all the plans in her mind again.
Murong Feng's wolf riders are fierce tigers, but also double-edged swords.
If used properly, it can become the key to breaking the deadlock; if used improperly, it will bring disaster upon oneself and backfire.
The next day, the morning light was dim.
Jiang Qingning had already dressed up and put on a plain, narrow-sleeved riding suit that was easy to move in. His black hair was simply tied up and pinned with a plain silver hairpin.
She took Zhiqiu and Zisu with her and prepared to leave the house to collect debts from several farms and shops on the outskirts of the city.
Ning Ge's carriage had just driven away from the mansion gate and turned into a relatively quiet street.
Suddenly, the alley ahead was blocked by seven or eight servants with flabby faces and holding sticks.
They had ferocious expressions and stared at the approaching carriage with malicious eyes, like hyenas staring at their prey.
"Whoa!" The driver quickly pulled the reins.
As soon as the carriage stopped, a gorgeously decorated carriage rushed out from the side and stopped right next to Jiang Qingning's carriage.
The curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, revealing the old lady of Anping's face, which was distorted with anger.
She staggered out of the carriage with the help of her servants, the jewels on her head jingling with her hasty movements.
"Jiang Qingning, you jinx! A disaster!"
Mrs. Liu, the Earl of Anping, pointed at Jiang Qingning's carriage, her voice sharp and piercing, filled with deep resentment.
"Every time you show up, our Anping Marquis's mansion is in turmoil. And now, my son Xun Chen was left unconscious and covered in blood outside the mansion last night. The doctor said he had a shattered shoulder blade and lost too much blood. He was almost beyond saving!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, tears streaming down her face, and her voice became more and more shrill:
"It's either you, a vicious woman, who did it, or it's because of you that he got into trouble and was ambushed on his way to find you. No matter what, you are responsible!"
"You are a jinx who brings misfortune upon my husband and children. Today, I will uphold justice and cleanse the Xun family of their wrath. Come! Capture this bitch and drag her back to my clan and drown her in a pond or pig cage according to clan rules!"
"presumptuous!"
Zi Su and Zhi Qiu were so angry that they were shaking all over. They immediately jumped off the carriage and stood in front of Jiang Qingning's carriage.
Zi Su angrily scolded: "Old Madam, please stop slandering me. What does Lord Xun's injury have to do with our young lady? It was clearly his own fault..."
"Shut up, little bitch, you have no right to speak here!"
Lady Liu, the Marquis of Anping, interrupted him harshly, refusing to listen to any explanations. She shouted at the vicious servants, "What are you still standing there for? Go ahead, catch that troublemaker, and take down these two ignorant servants too. Tear their mouths out!"
Upon hearing this, the eight burly servants immediately rushed forward, brandishing sticks and rushing forward like wolves and tigers.
They received the master's death order and acted without mercy, using sticks to hit Zi Su and Zhi Qiu directly.
"Miss, be careful!" The two maids were frightened, but they still stood in front of the car.
Just when the stick was about to hit him.
Jiang Qingning, who had been standing quietly beside the car and watching coldly, moved.
Her figure flashed like a ghost, and her hands were as fast as lightning. She instantly grabbed the back of Zisu and Zhiqiu's collars, gently pulled them up, and protected them steadily behind her, her movements smooth and flowing.
Then, he faced several sticks coming towards him.
Her steps were mysterious and her body was as nimble as a butterfly flying through flowers. She seemed to be avoiding all attacks in a thrilling manner, but in fact, everything was under her control.
The moment she dodged the first wave of attacks, she accurately snatched the wooden stick from the hand of the servant who was rushing in front with her right hand.
Jiang Qingning's eyes were cold, and with a flick of her wrist, the ordinary wooden stick seemed to turn into a long sword in her hand.
“Crack!”
"ah!"
“Plop!”
The sound of bones breaking, screams, and the dull thud of bodies falling heavily to the ground instantly echoed in the quiet alley.
But in the blink of an eye, eight aggressive servants holding sticks fell to the ground in a mess like straw swept by the wind.
Some of them wailed while holding their twisted and deformed arms, some rolled over while covering their broken knees, and some were directly hit in the blood channels and were frozen in place, unable to move, their faces full of pain and horror.
The entire alley was dead silent, with only the servants' painful groans and wails to be heard.
The resentment and pride on Mrs. Anping's face completely froze, turning into shock and disbelief.
She opened her mouth wide, her eyes almost popping out, staring at the cold woman holding a wooden stick, standing in the middle of the field, with not a single wrinkle on her moon-white riding uniform.
Is she good at martial arts?
She actually has such good martial arts skills?
She has been married into the Anping Marquis's mansion for eight years, enduring humiliation and submitting to fate in Qingyi Courtyard. How could she have kept her true identity hidden all this time?
I never noticed it?!
The huge shock and the anger of being completely fooled were like a cold poisonous snake that coiled around the heart of Lady Liu, the Earl of Anping.
She only felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up her throat, her vision went dark, the finger pointing at Jiang Qingning trembled violently, her lips quivered, but she couldn't say a word, her face turned blue and white, like a dyeing factory.
Jiang Qingning casually threw the blood-stained wooden stick to the ground, making a slight clanging sound.
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