Chapter 6: Testing (Revised) If she/he has evil intentions, first...
After Yan Jing stepped into the woods, what he saw was a group of people falling to the ground.
Among the men with bruised faces and noses, the beautiful girl stood out especially because of the slight dust on her cheeks and dirty corners of her clothes.
She was still wearing the clothes she had worn when she left the house in the morning; it was the butterfly-wing peach blossom dress they had bought together that day. The dark peony patterns were hidden in the light pink fabric, floating in the moonlight like the breath of life.
The wind blows through the leaves, rustling them and playing the solemn music of autumn.
Yan Jing stepped over the obstructing body, walked step by step to the girl's side, stood still and lowered his eyes.
Wen Ying closed her eyes lightly, breathing shallowly and slowly. A few strands of hair fell gently on her forehead, trembling slightly in the breeze.
He made a rough estimate and found that there were at least a dozen people who surrounded Liu Qing this time. Judging from their physique and muscles, they were quite powerful.
Even if Chuntao knew some martial arts, it would be almost impossible for two women to defeat so many men.
But Liu Qing did it, and judging from the appearance, it seemed that he won very easily.
With such skills, but only thinking of winning me over with her poor acting skills, what does she want to gain by herself?
Money? Fame?
In troubled times, she can slowly gain all of this on her own.
She had a goal that had to be achieved quickly.
Early, as quickly as possible, and difficult to achieve.
Maybe the plan is too big...
So, can I stay or not?
In a corner where the man couldn't see, Wen Ying quietly reached for the dagger in her sleeve.
The man had been silent in front of her for too long. Her instinct, which had been walking on the line between life and death for many years, detected the signal of threat and allowed her to instantly plan her next route.
Yi Si's disappearance and the fight tonight were not traces that could be easily concealed. She expected that Yan Jing might guess something, so she was ready to retreat at any time.
As long as Yan Jing made any movement, she would immediately draw her sharp blade and escape.
The matter of overturning the verdict can still be considered in the long run, and we must not lose the big picture for the sake of small gains.
But she waited for a long time, and only felt the faint sandalwood scent mixed with the scent of grass and trees lingering around her, but she did not wait for his next move.
What is he thinking about?
Wen Ying really couldn't stand it anymore.
After she thought about what she wanted to say, she pretended to have just woken up, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes and met Yan Jing's gaze.
When their eyes met, the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
With the stars as a backdrop, Yan Jing's gaze seemed to be covered with a layer of cold veil, and his dark black eyes hooked the girl's gaze into them.
Is it the clear light that shines on people or is it people who shine on people?
Wen Ying was dazed by the moonlight for a moment, and the speech she had prepared in her mind was delayed a beat.
Yan Jing reacted first, half-knelt down, and asked in a concerned voice, "Miss Liu, are you hurt?"
Wen Ying immediately came back to her senses, lowered her eyelids to hide the emotions in her eyes, tilted her eyes and bit her lip, as if she was about to cry: "I'm fine..."
Yan Jing frowned slightly and raised his hand to Wen Ying's cheek.
The girl followed the pair of bony fingers as they slowly approached, and secretly clenched the hem of her skirt until they touched her cheek. She felt the warm body temperature and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ms. Liu, what happened?" Yan Jing wiped the dust off her cheek and tucked the loose hair on the side of her face behind her ears.
"I was worried about you, so I came to check on you. Then I heard a fight in the woods. I was worried that you were in danger, so I rushed over. What happened?"
This was a lie. He waited in the distance until the sounds of fighting died down before coming in, just to confirm whether she was alive or dead.
Wen Ying's eyes were filled with tears. She looked up into Yan Jing's eyes and explained softly:
"I don't know why. An old man told me to wait for me here, so I came over. But when I arrived, a lot of people suddenly rushed out. I fainted when I woke up. Then I saw you."
This was of course a lie. Wen Ying had just cleaned the blood off her body, and fighting with these people was just a warm-up.
"Maybe a kind ranger passed by and saved you, then left without leaving his name."
Yan Jing seemed to be still in shock. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking hesitantly, "Miss Liu, I heard that your father seemed to have some misunderstandings. I was not thoughtful enough in this matter, and I should apologize to you."
Lie... This is the truth. If he had taken into account the possibility that someone else had gotten there first, the girl would have been a dead body by now.
Wen Ying shook her head with tears in her eyes and forced a smile: "This is not Lord Yan's fault. This is a matter between me and my father."
"No, I am also to blame for this matter." Yan Jing sighed lightly, softened his voice, and his eyes sparkled, "I will go to your house in person to explain the reason to your father. In the meantime, if you don't mind, you can temporarily stay in my villa to avoid the dust."
This hit the mark, Wen Ying suppressed her smile and said in a troubled tone: "But won't this be too much of a bother?"
Yan Jing raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his delicate features adding a touch of tenderness: "Miss, it is a great honor for me to come here, why would I bother you?"
——First find out her purpose, then decide whether she lives or dies. If you make a hasty decision, there may be complications, so you need to think carefully.
Wen Ying sighed helplessly and said softly, "Thank you very much, sir."
——Not knowing Yan Jing’s current attitude, it is better to stay by his side and make the crisis clear.
"Well, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. Miss, please go back home with me today."
Yan Jing stood up and extended his hand to Wen Ying. The girl placed her left hand in his palm and used the force to stand up.
The bright moon was shining, wrapping the two of them in silver light. All around them was quiet and silent, with only the occasional low chirping of night insects adding a bit of tenderness to the night.
The two of them smiled, looking at each other with endless affection, but they both thought of the same thing -
If she/he has bad intentions, strike first.
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After returning to Qingzhu Pavilion where she had stayed for a few days, Wen Ying felt even more tired than when she had been on a mission for seven consecutive days.
Perhaps because Yan Jing had just returned home, Wen Ying took a quick look and realized that no one was watching her, so she collapsed on her bed in her coat.
Since ancient times, the imperial examination has been a one in a million selection process. Yan Jing has become the prime minister at such a young age, which shows that he is a child of destiny.
Could such an intelligent person have noticed her abnormality?
"Miss, why are you so sad? Isn't it a good thing that you're back?" Chuntao looked at Wen Ying with some confusion.
In order not to hinder the relationship between her young lady and Yan Jing, she deliberately lay a little further away and knew nothing about what was happening between them.
"Don't mention it..." Wen Ying waved her hands weakly. She was too exhausted to talk to him anymore. She just said, "I can't tell what Yan Jing is thinking."
"How could that be? I heard from the servants in the mansion two days ago that they have never seen Lord Yan be so nice to anyone. It must be Miss Xinyue." Chuntao didn't understand what he meant and realized that she had missed some important plot.
"I'm just worried..." Wen Ying looked at the ceiling of the bed, sighed, and tilted her head to look at Chun Tao who was taking off her shoes. "He is very wary of me. The preparations these days have been a bit hasty. I can't guarantee that he won't be suspicious."
Chun Tao nodded in understanding and began to think: "From what I see, at least Lord Yan is not completely without feelings for you."
Wen Ying blinked when she heard this and asked in confusion, "Why do you think so?"
"Because he brought you back, and your being here is the best proof." Chuntao said as a matter of course.
Her idea was simple. Young masters from aristocratic families always cared about their face, and would probably confront Nan Zhu even if there was something that would damage their reputation in the slightest.
What's more frightening is bringing back the woman he just kicked out of the house that morning? He must have some feelings for her.
Chuntao's words gave Wen Ying a different kind of inspiration.
Indeed, if her identity had been confirmed and they were determined to kill her, it would be impossible to bring her back.
Since she is still alive, it means that even if he has noticed something, he is still on the sidelines.
Therefore, there is no need to worry too much for the time being.
As long as she doesn't reveal any flaws in the future, Yan Jing will not be able to convict her.
Wen Ying sat up and rubbed Chuntao's cheeks with a smile, rolling her into a glutinous rice ball:
"Chun Tao, you are so smart!"
"Hmm?" Chuntao opened her eyes wide. She didn't understand what her young lady meant, but since her young lady was happy, she started laughing too.
Be more cautious and never try to remedy the situation afterwards with the hope of getting away with it.
Wen Ying poked her cheek with the tip of her tongue, and implemented the next strategy, cursing inwardly:
"Damn smart guy."
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The boy climbed over the high wall and landed lightly without even disturbing a leaf.
He looked around and saw only the darkness of the night. No one saw him, so he held his breath, slowed down his pace, and walked slowly towards the room he was familiar with.
The lights in the remote room were off. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door with confidence, and lit the oil lamp at the door.
The fire lit up, instantly illuminating the small room, allowing everything inside to be seen at a glance.
Including the eyes of the girl who had been waiting for a long time.
"Anle!" The girl's condemning voice shocked Anle, who immediately knelt down and shouted, "I was wrong, Miss!"
The girl put her hands on her hips and looked at the boy kneeling on the ground, who was as tall as she was when she was sitting. Her brows knitted together, "Where have you been? Tell the truth!"
Anle raised her clear fox eyes and said aggrievedly: "I just want to go out and buy a hairpin for the young lady..."
As he spoke, he took out a hairpin from his bosom. It was a very simple style, with only a jade carving of an orchid hanging on the head, adding a sense of simplicity and elegance to it.
Seeing this, the girl's angry expression eased, but she pursed her lips and said, "Really?"
Anle nodded repeatedly, opened his eyes wide and said sincerely: "Really, really!"
The girl smiled and beckoned at him with her slender jade fingers.
Anle was delighted and quickly crawled towards her on his knees. Before he took two steps, the girl quickly grabbed his ear.
The girl became more and more angry, and scolded: "Do you have to go to buy hairpins at night? Anle, do you think I'm a fool? And what's wrong with your face?!"
The girl reached out and pressed the bruise on the corner of Anle's mouth, making him grimace in pain immediately.
"It's okay..." An Le was about to say something stubborn, but the girl pulled his ear and stopped him, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Auntie, please be kind and let me go."
"Tell me what you did and I will let you go." The girl narrowed her eyes, an ominous premonition slowly creeping into her heart.
Anle lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then mumbled something. His voice was not loud, but it made the girl's eyes widen, and her voice could not help but rise a few degrees:
"You really went?! You idiot!"
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