In short, the guards were terrified. They would jump at the sight of the princess and her fiancé running away, fearing that something else might happen.
Xingxing had no idea how complicated the guards' hearts were. As soon as she turned around, she saw that her brother Lin had fallen back into his old habit, just like when they first met. He liked to have the survivors dig holes and bury people.
The commotion has started again. The young man in white is directing the twenty or so surviving bandits to dig pits and bury people. One of them, after being untied, tries to run away, but is cleaved in two by Zhu Lin's sword energy.
The others were so frightened by what they saw that their legs went weak and they almost lost control of their bladders. They immediately became obedient and abandoned any thought of running away.
Xingxing knew he disliked seeing blood and dead bodies everywhere, so he would always have someone bury anything that was in the way as soon as possible. Unless it was an emergency and there was no extra time to do so, he would definitely pull off some crazy stunts.
She originally wanted to say that there was no need to bother burying these bandits, and to send a secret guard to report to the authorities so that the government could come and handle it. However, she thought that this place was a desolate wilderness, and it would take several days to report to the authorities, which would take too much time.
With the weather so hot right now, I'm afraid the corpses will start to rot and stink overnight.
Never mind, Brother Phosphorus is right, just burying him directly saves trouble.
Half an hour later, about 30% of the 300 or so bandits had been buried, and the remaining 70% were still not buried. However, the guards who went out to find people returned, and Miss Song and her servant were safely rescued.
"Miss, are you alright? This old servant is truly useless; I failed to protect you at the time." The old woman hugged Miss Song and cried with self-reproach.
"Don't cry, Granny. It's not your fault. The bandits were too cruel," Song Xiyan blinked her big, watery eyes, her voice gentle and pitiful. "I'm fine now. Cuiyu and I are both alright."
Cuiyu was Miss Song's personal maid, that exceptionally clever girl.
"Another Miss Song. It seems like I'm not compatible with any of the Miss Songs." Xingxing muttered, stroking her chin.
"Since we're incompatible, let's stay away from them. Let's go quickly and not get involved with them." Zhu Lin still remembered the grudge that Miss Song had tried to monopolize the horse.
That's right, he is petty and holds grudges very much!
“Yes, let’s leave quickly, don’t let them linger,” Xingxing agreed, but added, “There are still so many people who haven’t been buried yet.”
"Let's dig a pit, pile them up, and burn them, so the place won't get dirty and breed plague," Zhu Lin said calmly.
Upon hearing the word "plague," Xingxing was startled and immediately shouted, "Yes, it must be burned clean. It's hot right now, and if it's not burned clean, it will rot and stink in a couple of days, and a plague will break out."
So they waited until the bandits' corpses were burned clean before setting off. But just a short while later, the caravan and the Song family's head guards came over to thank them and asked where they were going.
Xingxing paused for a moment, then finally spoke the truth, "What about you in the capital?"
“That’s perfect. We’re going the same way. Our caravan and the Song family’s group are both heading to the capital. Why don’t we travel together and look out for each other?” The caravan leader and the Song family’s head guard were both delighted and extended the invitation enthusiastically.
Zhu Lin raised a slight eyebrow and coldly refused, "Dream on. Our group is full of experts. Wouldn't we be a burden if we traveled with you? Your group is slow, while our group is strong and well-equipped. Wouldn't taking you along delay our journey?"
The caravan leader and the head of the guards were both speechless. Their thoughts had been exposed, and they were embarrassed for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure and said with ingratiating smiles, "We can pay you. As long as you can protect us safely to the capital, we will definitely not treat you unfairly."
Zhu Lin couldn't help but glance at the guards and found that their clothes were too understated this time. Although the materials were good, the colors were dull and old, and they looked very ordinary. They were so ordinary that they did not match the princess's status at all.
No wonder people would mistakenly think they were the kind of people who cared about that little bit of protection money.
Xingxing stood silently beside Zhu Lin, only to hear him coldly retort, "Are you the kind of people you can afford to hire?"
These words are truly offensive, perfectly embodying arrogance, unreasonableness, and disdain for others.
The two leaders' faces turned pale and then green, clearly furious. However, Zhu Lin and his group were indeed highly skilled, as they had witnessed before, so they dared not speak out.
After some hesitation, the Song family guard finally couldn't hold back and said in a low voice, "As the saying goes, 'When you're out in the world, having more friends means having more options.' This young master may look like an immortal, but isn't he a bit too stubborn? My master is the head of the most prestigious family in Jiangnan..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Zhu Lin coldly interrupted, "I am not interested in your master's identity. No need to say more, we will not travel with you."
After Zhu Lin finished speaking, he took Xingxing's hand and got into the carriage, without giving Miss Song, who was looking on expectantly from a distance, a single glance.
No matter how beautiful or talented a woman is in Jiangnan, she is not even half as good as his 'Long'er'.
Xingxing was also displeased. What was Miss Song trying to do by always looking at Brother Lin with that pitiful little face?
How dare they covet her future husband! Humph!
"Why are you unhappy again?" Seeing her pouting, Zhu Lin couldn't help but laugh.
Xingxing originally wanted to say that Miss Song might have taken a liking to him, but then she thought that she couldn't tell Brother Lin this. He didn't understand human relationships and would definitely not understand that Miss Song might admire him.
He definitely won't find out unless someone reminds him. Yes, she doesn't want him to know.
"I think this Miss Song is very similar to Song Jiao. I don't have a good feeling about either of them. I don't like her," Xingxing replied seriously.
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