Gong Chenya sensed her rejection. He tore off a tree branch and shook it. Amidst the layers of verdant peaks and mountains, his clean and refined features stood out clearly.
"Yang Gu".
The name was unfamiliar to Zheng Quchi, but he had heard others talking about it.
"Is he the commander-in-chief of the Julu Kingdom's formidable border?"
Gong Chenya smiled gently at her and said, "Mm."
Zheng Quchi said seriously, "What you are doing is too dangerous. Even if Yuwen Sheng is willing to let the people in the city go, it is not certain that Yang Gu will be the same."
An old saying goes that when two armies clash, the common people are spared. However, there is an even more widely circulated saying: the outcome of a battle may be unclear, but the enemy general must be killed.
Gong Chenya nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's why I wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue him during the standoff between Sima Moye and Yuwen Sheng, or when they started fighting. Of course I know it's dangerous, but I have to go and save him no matter what."
This matter actually had little to do with Zheng Quchi. She didn't know why Gongchenya insisted on rescuing Yang Gu, but since she didn't intend to get involved, she didn't ask any further questions.
"Then I wish you all the best."
Gongchen Cliff threw away the branch, his starry eyes flashing: "Child, have you ever seen an old man named Mu Zaiqi?"
Zheng Quchi gave him a strange look.
"No."
Seeing that her expression was natural and genuine, Gong Chenya raised an eyebrow, turned his eyes to look into the distance, and sighed softly: "That old man is always elusive. Not long ago, he went to Fenggusha City camp to work as a military doctor, but now we can't contact him. I wonder how he is doing."
Military doctor, old man... No way, Zheng Quchi only knew that the military doctor was a military doctor, but he really didn't know his name.
"What...is your relationship with that military doctor?" she asked tentatively.
"Our relationship is just that of acquaintances. By the way, that jar of ointment you applied earlier, was it given to you by him? How are you feeling about it now?"
Zheng Quchi stared at him silently.
He smiled as always, his delicate pink lips revealing a row of clean, even teeth, and his eyes, as clear as morning dew, made him look innocent and harmless.
Pah! What innocent and naive? He's a total scheming boy!
She suddenly understood many things.
If Gongchenya and the military doctor knew each other, then perhaps he noticed something about her from the beginning.
The cloak she was wearing was one she had exchanged with the army doctor. However, after her dressing was changed, Xiao Meng gave her a clean set of her own clothes, which is why she changed out of it.
Gong Chenya clearly sensed all this from the beginning, but he managed to remain calm and collected, maintaining a friendly facade while secretly probing her every step of the way, never revealing his true intentions. Only now, after confirming that she was harmless, did he finally confide in her...
Zheng Quchi often felt that he was not cunning enough and therefore did not fit in with the people around him.
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "If the old military doctor you mentioned is the one who gave me this cloak, then I should have met him. He was the one who bandaged my wounds."
No wonder this shrewd person insisted on examining her injuries and even inquired with ulterior motives who had treated her; now I understand why.
After hearing this, Gongchenya remained silent for a long time.
Zheng Quchi no longer sees mountains as mountains. She observes his expression and wonders if he's digging some kind of trap in his mind, waiting for her to jump in.
"So how did you two meet?" he asked, his big, watery eyes wide open.
At first glance, he seems like a simple, curious boy.
Zheng Quchi certainly couldn't say that it was in the camp, otherwise it would easily lead people to think of something dangerous... Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and after recalling the series of events that had happened that night, she seemed to have some idea of what Gongchen Cliff was thinking.
She followed his example, picking up a twig and playing with it in her hand, casually saying, "I fled from another country. At first, I had a group of people escorting me, but we encountered bandits from the greenwood, and they all died. They used their last breaths to send me off."
"I was lost and confused all the way, not knowing where to go. I accidentally ran up the mountain and found a thatched hut, which gave me a temporary place to stay. It was there that I met a kind old man. He saw that I was covered in wounds and felt very sorry for me, so he treated my wounds and bandaged me up. He also left me some food. However, he didn't come up the mountain again for a long time. I was short of food and medicine on the mountain, so I had no choice but to run down the mountain..."
Upon closer examination, her story is almost flawless. She did not flee alone, but she ended up alone. Her wounds were bandaged with precious medicine, but she did not receive proper care afterward. She knew nothing about her surroundings and eventually stumbled into the camp and encountered them...
All of them have relatively reasonable explanations.
Gongchenya believed it for the time being.
"Oh, I see. I thought..."
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then laughed, "Yeah, how could that be?"
If she were truly that man's wife, after escaping danger and learning that he was searching for her throughout the city, she would have tried every means to reunite with him, instead of making all sorts of excuses and refusing to go to Wind Valley Sand City with him as she does now.
Furthermore, tonight he led her to see Sima Moye's entourage, and she appeared quite ordinary at the time, unlike when she encountered an enemy, she seemed tense, fearful, and angry. Moreover, Sima Moye was accompanied by a woman who resembled "Zheng Quchi".
...He was probably overthinking it.
Zheng Quchi heard his self-talk, turned his small face to the side, and was completely shadowed.
Ah, he really suspected that she was Zheng Quchi. It was also her fault for slipping her tongue. She didn't even know how to use a pseudonym that was completely unrelated to anything else. Why did she have to use something like "ruler"? Why not just call her a pole, stick, or hammer?
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