Chapter 10 Afraid to Look Each Other In
Sister Ning was filled with boundless curiosity about Guan Zhiwei. Despite her small size, she possessed great strength. She watched her closely, almost ready to examine her closely.
She clicked her tongue in amazement: "Look at you, you're so thin you're practically skin and bones, yet you're so strong. You could make a living as a blacksmith at my house, but it would be a shame to let you stay here your whole life."
Brother Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "I know two people, how about I recommend them to you?"
His hesitation wasn't because he was reluctant to part with talented people, but because he wasn't sure if the two people he knew were still alive.
Guan Zhiwei shook her head: "I don't want to get involved. It's all a game for the powerful. As a peripheral figure, my fate is uncertain."
"It's not that dangerous. You're a woman, so it's perfect for you to protect the women in the inner quarters."
"I don't want to risk my life for someone else's paltry sum."
She has lived for a very, very long time, as if she has lived a hundred lifetimes, and she still hasn't drunk the Meng Po soup.
Following the system's instructions each year, completing the guide and achieving the goals takes so long that it becomes tiring, and memories become hazy. This might be a self-preservation mechanism, since too many memories would overwhelm the brain.
All the skill points you could unlock in farming, gourmet food, domestic intrigue, and palace intrigue are used up. In the end, it's all the same. You can't go home, so it all becomes meaningless.
She no longer wanted her life to be controlled by anyone.
Seeing that she was not very old, but spoke in a way that sounded old-fashioned and lifeless, Brother Yao laughed in exasperation: "You don't care about money at all, but you're quite enthusiastic about discussing these pittances with me."
Guan Zhiwei pretended not to hear.
Money is another matter.
Can they be the same?
"Don't make things difficult for the child, her clothes are all torn." Sister Ning sighed. She was a kind-hearted person and took out her needle and thread to help her mend her clothes.
"Let me do it, Mom, you go cook." Yao Daya took the initiative to take over the work. She was already fourteen years old and had all the skills that women of this era should have.
Guan Zhiwei dawdled as she looked for the tear in her clothes, telling Daya not to rush.
Yao Daya gave her a sly smile: "You want to stay and freeload a meal?"
She chuckled, "Once this period is over and everyone has set up their stalls, I'll buy you flowers to wear."
In her previous world, the system assigned her the identity of a concubine's daughter in a domestic power struggle novel.
I don't know what kind of twisted sense of humor the system has, but either they are illegitimate daughters or legitimate daughters with stepmothers, and their original social status is low, so they have to rely on their own abilities to jump the social class.
She chose to marry the general and relentlessly pursued him. The general was also elevating his social status. Turmoil was an inevitable path for the general's promotion, and she understood this process.
Therefore, this turmoil will likely come to a conclusion in a few months to half a year.
"You've overlooked one point," the system suddenly announced.
"What?"
In stories of power struggles within wealthy families, even the lowest-ranking women are still considered wives of officials, protected by their own secluded courtyards. During the turmoil of March and May, they have food, drink, and servants to wait on them. Do you know how ordinary people endure such a long and arduous period?
In this world, turmoil is only a wall away.
Before Sister Ning's fire had even finished cooking the rice, the clouds on the horizon were already scorched and curled up.
The fire started from the palace, a magnificent and imposing place, but even it couldn't withstand the flames.
The fire quickly spread across the houses of the people, accompanied by the clanging of soldiers' armor and shouts of rebuke.
Bang bang bang.
The blacksmith's shop door was being smashed and was on the verge of collapse.
"Open the door now! We are the Imperial Guards! If you don't open the door, your whole family will be thrown in jail!"
"Just break it open! Hurry up! Take the money and we're out of here!"
Brother Yao, with his extensive experience, hesitated on his face: "The voice doesn't sound like that of a member of the Imperial Guard."
The Imperial Guards were responsible for the city's defense. They rode tall horses, were imposing men, and were mostly from aristocratic families. Unlike the people around them, whose accents didn't sound local and whose speech was rather dull.
The commotion was so loud that even the second brother in the back room was alerted and came out.
He didn't have a home, so he always lived in the shop.
"What's going on?"
"It's probably some bandits taking this opportunity to rob us." Sister Ning made a quick decision: "The door is about to collapse, let's grab some things to block it, I'll take the children and hide."
Brother Yao nodded solemnly: "Okay!"
"Damn it, they've robbed my house!" The second brother looked around, grabbed a hammer, and started pulling.
"No need," Guan Zhiwei said softly.
Yao Daya had just patched up a tear for her, and she indicated that the other person didn't need to patch it anymore, because even if it was patched up, it would be torn open again.
She picked up a knife and said, "I'm going out for a bit. Make sure the door is closed."
"Hey, you little brat, what are you showing off for? I know you're strong, but do you even know anything about killing people..."
Before she could finish speaking, Guan Zhiwei opened the door, grabbed a knife, and rushed to the front. This wasn't her home; she had no reason to worry about cleaning up the bloodstains.
The blade gleamed menacingly, its chilling light striking directly at the face, causing blood to spurt out.
Those people were indeed dressed as Imperial Guards, but they were of varying heights, and there were probably more than thirty of them scattered around.
Caught off guard, they were all stunned for a moment and took a step back in unison.
Guan Zhiwei shook the blood off her knife and stepped forward.
"Go! Hurry up! Don't scare a girl!"
A shout came from the crowd, and the group of scoundrels swarmed forward.
Guan Zhiwei stood guard at the door, twirling her knife, her defense impenetrable while her attacks were relentless.
One man can hold the pass against ten thousand.
The heads were like flowers, blooming one after another.
Undeterred and full of momentum.
Her knife skills are excellent.
Every stab was aimed at the neck.
She is very strong.
The immense force sent his head flying.
She is powerful, invincible, astonishing, and despair-inducing.
Another Imperial Guard staggered and fell to the ground, feeling nauseous and dizzy. He thought he was going to die, but to his surprise, he found that he was still alive.
The knife didn't fall on his neck; only the hilt struck his chest, causing his blood to surge.
"Her knife shattered!"
He shouted loudly.
The people around were shaken and their morale soared.
It's as if, even if their bones and muscles are shattered, they're doomed as long as Guan Zhiwei's weapon is broken.
One of the Imperial Guards was overjoyed. He was both clever and cautious. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the front, he launched a sneak attack from behind with a willow-leaf dagger, like a jackal.
Guan Zhiwei felt the howling wind, dodged in a flash, raised her hand, and accurately grabbed his neck. Then, she twisted it to the side with force, snapping his neck with her bare hands.
A moment of stillness.
Terrified, fearful, terrified.
It was quiet all around, and even breathing slowed down.
Is it a person?
Not human.
How can people be so terrifying?
That small, thin body seemed to harbor demons and monsters, baring their fangs and claws, using a weak and vulnerable appearance as a disguise, acting as bait to devour everyone who approached.
Guan Zhiwei grabbed her neck and threw her to the ground, then looked around.
Those who should have drawn their swords against her and fought to the death immediately turned their heads away, not daring to meet her gaze.
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