Chapter 45 Dying at the Hands of a Woman [Bonus Chapter]
With the arrival of the Yan people, Guan Zhiwei stayed in the capital, and Xiahe Village was no longer safe. Gouya and the others were brought into the city, where they already had a place to stay.
Madam Feng carefully took out her pipa and cleaned it, thinking that she could continue her singing business once she returned to the capital.
Hei Lao Er tried to reopen Yao Ge's weapons shop, but nothing of value was left inside; it was just covered in dust.
Dog Tooth helped run errands, Grandma wiped things down with a rag, and Yao Sanlang played at the shop entrance. As a young child, he probably had no memory of this place.
They are all people who have their own lives.
Guan Zhiwei looked at the azure sky, exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt a cold mist floating in the air.
She sat in her own yard, like a frog in a well, but quite content with her well.
"Tell me, what's your idea for repelling the Yan people? You can't expect me to go and kill one person by myself like a brute, can you?"
"It wasn't just one person killed, it was about two hundred people."
Gao Huan drafted a preliminary battle plan.
A-Tu, who was lying in wait by the wall, overheard the battle plan and ran to tell Gou-Ya.
Dog Tooth threw the trash in his hand, ignored Black Second Brother, and ran straight into Guan Zhiwei's house, strongly objecting.
He spoke and gestured, "Xiao Guan, don't take the risk. How can one person fight two hundred people?!"
Gao Huan said calmly, "When she killed my father, there were nearly three hundred people around him."
There were glaring examples right before their eyes, which made Gouya pause for a moment, then he turned to complain: "Xiao Guan, he's clearly holding a grudge for killing his father and is plotting to send you to your death."
Guan Zhiwei waved her hand dismissively: "Two hundred men can't kill me."
Seeing that she was unmoved by reason and completely blinded by this scion of a noble family, Gouya was very anxious: "That was also a risk. You had a reason to kill Gao Yang back then, what reason do you have now?"
"Happy New Year."
"ah?"
Dogtooth didn't react for a moment: "Is it Chinese New Year?"
"Yes, there's no festive atmosphere at all."
Guan Zhi smiled and said, "The reason is that I'm giving you a New Year's gift."
Dogtooth stared at her smiling face for a long time, his eyes welling up with tears: "Even if we don't celebrate the New Year, I don't want you to take any risks. I'm very worried about you."
Gao Huan clicked his tongue. All he does is drag things down, and he even makes it sound nice.
Dogtooth turned his head, looking wronged: "If anything happens to Xiao Guan, I will kill you with all my might."
"You should think about how to avoid being killed first," Gao Huan sincerely advised.
Dogtooth felt as if he had been struck by an arrow. He gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Guan won't let anyone kill me."
Gao Huan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is this your greatest hope in this life?"
Dogtooth was hit by another arrow. Unwilling to admit defeat, he retorted, "You're envious, aren't you?"
Gao Huan scoffed, his face expressionless: "Envious of you? No, thank you."
Dogtooth was so angry that his eyes were filled with tears. He couldn't argue with him, so he simply ignored him and said to Guan Zhiwei, "It's New Year's Day today, Guan, you wait, I'll kill a chicken for you to eat."
Guan Zhiwei nodded: "Tell Madam Feng to stew it a little longer, don't worry about wasting firewood."
"Why."
Gao Huan watched the person leave, arms crossed, and muttered, "Not much of a schemer, but a lot of worries."
"It was out of kindness."
Good intentions can lead to bad outcomes.
Gao Huan frowned and said, "Your status is different now. How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? You should no longer perch on the same branch as sparrows. Observe his friends to know his character. He will drag you down."
Guan Zhiwei thought the sun was really nice today, but it was a pity that the people around her were a bit noisy.
She beckoned with her finger, and Gao Huan came to her, half-squatting down.
She reached out and pulled him, and Gao Huan lost his balance, half-lying down beside her, looking rather disheveled.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, gently pulled him close, and whispered into his ear, "I'm really living a lonely life. It's rare to meet someone like you who's in a similar situation, so I cherish you as a friend. I wouldn't want to cut you open unless absolutely necessary, you understand?"
Gao Huan's heart skipped a beat. "What situation qualifies as a last resort?"
"Oh, so I'm the one who's unhappy."
"……I see."
Guan Zhi smiled and patted his shoulder again, "It's good that you know."
Stop pointing fingers and making pronouncements. Do you really think you can manipulate me with a little thought?
Gao Huan lowered his eyes and said, "I'm afraid you'll be swayed by Gouya and really think I want to harm you, so you won't go to stop the Yan people."
“A promise is a promise, not a fart. If I say I'll do it, then I'll do it.” Guan Zhiwei stood up and stretched. “After you finish eating, tell me more about the customs of the Yan people.”
The Yan people lived on horseback for many years, and the elderly, women, and children migrated with the main force.
They claimed to have 5,000 men, but only 2,000 were actually able-bodied and capable of fighting. Of the remaining 3,000, half were the elderly, women, and children, and the other half were slaves they had robbed.
While the able-bodied men raided and killed, the elderly, women, and children would follow behind. Everyone rode horses, and even newborn children would be tightly tied to cradles, which were placed on carts and migrated together.
The current leader of the Yan people is called Burigude. He is over sixty years old and a real old man. Although he is still the leader, he no longer participates in leading troops into battle. During wartime, he stays with women and children. The one who leads the battle is his fourth son, Batel, on whom he places great hopes.
“Father, we cannot possess this rich land, but I will take all the good things with me and come back next year, every year.”
Batel was broad-shouldered, with a long torso and short legs. Clad in armor, he resembled a small mountain. He had come on a rampage, plundering villages and killing villagers as if slaughtering pigs, finding immense pleasure in it and having forgotten the hardships of living under Gao Yang.
Burigude said calmly, "Don't be too proud, be careful, and don't forget Gaoyang."
The people of Yan were skilled in riding and archery; all their young and strong men were cavalrymen, possessing strong individual combat abilities and moving like the wind. They could often fight against hundreds or even thousands of men with only a dozen, moving freely and easily. But they encountered their greatest enemy of life—Gao Yang.
Gao Yang was also skilled in riding and archery, and his individual combat ability was even stronger. He could fight against hundreds of Yan people by himself, and he was almost the nightmare of all Yan people.
He is of the same species as you, but stronger than you.
"There is only one Gao Yang in this world." Batel's former gloom was swept away.
The sky cleared, the rain stopped, but Gao Yang was beyond saving.
Burigude asked, "How did Gaoyang die?"
Batel looked somewhat ambiguous and said, "I've sent people to inquire, and it's said that he died at the hands of a woman. He must have been bewitched by a beautiful and alluring woman, and then died on a bed covered with silk."
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