Although she was eager to participate, they only had this one spring reward coin. Although Yuwen Sheng had given it to her, she couldn't make the decision on her own. She still needed to consult Yuwen Sheng for his opinion.
She had just left the booth when a group of people arrived.
Led by the abbot of Wujue Temple, a group of people dressed in bright and colorful clothes arrived, surrounded and welcomed by the crowd.
The abbot of Wujue Temple was dressed in a simple robe, keeping a low profile. He had a kind and otherworldly face and walked with a man in a light blue robe.
He was able to walk alongside the abbot of Wujue Temple, and when the two talked, the abbot unconsciously tilted his head to listen, smiled and nodded, and every gesture showed a respectful and accommodating attitude.
Without a doubt, this person's identity is definitely not simple.
But whether it was the master craftsman they had been waiting for—Gongshu Jiruo—was something they couldn't tell.
After all, this was not the person who usually handled worldly affairs for the Gongshu family. This Gongshu person only came to take over the organization of the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild this year and participated in the event.
Behind them were master craftsmen from the artisan clans of the seven kingdoms.
These master craftsmen all looked quite old; some had gray hair, others had dark skin, and most had aged and stern faces, exuding a sharp and powerful aura.
Although the master craftsmen present did not include all the elites of the upper echelons of the craftsmanship circle, there were still quite a few, which made their fellow craftsmen very excited and happy to see them.
People around him admired and were delighted, and came forward to greet him, but still politely kept a certain distance.
As they passed through, they appeared together, greeted the participants of the "Jichun Craftsmen's Guild," and then dispersed.
Seeing that it was no longer a formal occasion, some people couldn't help but step forward to discuss their experiences, some held up their works and crowded around to ask for feedback, and others expressed their excitement as if they were seeing an idol...
If Zheng Quchi were here, he would probably have gone up to join in the fun too.
But now, she has gone to the bamboo forest to find her reclusive husband who is resting alone in the shade.
The bamboo rustles softly, the ancient pavilion is surrounded by wind on all sides, covered with a thin layer of green gauze, which, like wisps of smoke, rises and falls in the wind.
When she found Yuwen Sheng's location, she discovered him in this beautifully situated place... committing murder?!
She was shocked, and before she could even process what was happening, she cried out, "Spare them!"
Just as Yuwen Sheng was about to snap an assassin's neck as easily as crushing an ant, he heard Zheng Quchi stop him.
He frowned slightly, turned his eyes, and unconsciously loosened the grip on his hand.
The masked "assassin" was curled up in a ball, coughing violently until he coughed up blood. He lay helplessly on the ground, motionless for a long time.
Zheng Quchi swung his legs and ran over as if he were riding on wheels of fire.
Yuwen Sheng thought that once she ran over, she would definitely question him about why he killed someone, but to his surprise, her first words were: "Are you alright?"
Although she witnessed Yuwen Sheng killing people, when Yuwen Sheng wasn't having an episode, he wouldn't kill people indiscriminately like an antisocial personality unless provoked.
She first greeted Yuwen Sheng, showing respect for his closeness to others.
"……fine."
His expression softened slightly.
After seeing that he was alright, Zheng Quchi said in a gentle tone, "General, let's make a deal. This is a temple. If we kill someone in a place like this and it gets discovered, will we be disqualified from the competition?"
Yuwen Sheng readily agreed: "Yes."
Zheng Quchi was stumped by his word "know".
She thought he was just confused for a moment, but she never expected that he was deliberately doing it.
Since you knew that, why did you still act without hesitation?
The roar almost burst from his lungs and out of his throat.
Fortunately, her instinct to back down suppressed her arrogance. She managed to maintain a friendly tone and said, "We've come all the way from across the country to participate in the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild. It's not exactly arduous, but it has still taken a lot of manpower, resources, and energy. It wouldn't be worth it if we were disqualified and sent back in disgrace, would it?"
Yuwen Sheng smiled gently at her: "No one will find out. You don't need to worry too much. I will handle these matters. You can just focus on joining your Jichun Craftsmen's Guild."
Seeing his practiced manner in killing and burying the body, Zheng Quchi wondered if he was making a big fuss over nothing.
Do you often encounter assassins?
Speaking of which, the Mo family had sent Qiu to ambush and assassinate her once before. She had also seen him execute an assassin in the main tent of the camp. Now another assassin had arrived, along with those sneaky figures plotting in the shadows...
With a constant stream of assassins and spies, treacherous enemies, political rivals who stabbed him in the back, and the Prince of Ye who embezzled his army's provisions, he was surrounded by these kinds of people all year round. No wonder he lived such a violent and bloodthirsty life...
Seeing her furrowed brows and her eyes fixed in the void, Yuwen Sheng assumed that what had just happened had frightened her.
He deliberately lured the person hiding in the shadows to this secluded place, but he didn't expect Zheng Quchi to come over at this time. With her here, the guards could neither take action nor show their faces, and could only let her do as she pleased.
"Don't be afraid, this was an accident. I will never let them bother you again."
"I'm not scared..."
Zheng Quchi realized that he had gone astray, but she didn't know how to explain it to him.
Although she had been an ordinary citizen for over twenty years, she had recently experienced several brushes with death and was no longer the person who would vomit at the sight of a corpse.
What she reflected on was that, all along, she had been both terrified of the cunning and ruthless Yuwen Sheng and used him as an impregnable shield to protect herself and her family from the "storms" outside.
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