Chapter 37 Smiling. Is she stupid?
Anhe boarded the carriage, and the Nine Thousand Years Old's carriage could naturally travel swiftly through the capital.
Before lowering the curtain, An He thought of something and asked, "Xia Yike, did Zhao Liangxu leave willingly and while she was conscious, or was she drugged and taken away?"
He didn't know why he asked that question.
"Your Majesty, Xia Yi didn't say much because of the urgency. The message only said that Princess Zhao walked out steadily with that woman, but her steps were more unsteady than usual."
That means they went along voluntarily.
Anhe's brows furrowed with gloom.
"Alright, hurry up and get there."
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Zhao Liangxu was locked in a very simple room by Lu Ming. Judging from the furnishings, it should be the living quarters of the servants in the mansion. There was only a pair of wooden tables and chairs, plus a flat bed that creaked when you sat on it.
Even a decent servant wouldn't stay in a room like this.
Lu Ming pushed Zhao Liangxu into the house and locked the door, showing no regard for Zhao Liangxu as a member of the so-called Northern Zhou royal family, and coldly went through the motions.
A little further away outside the door, Zhao Liangxu heard Lu Ming talking to someone, so she went closer to the door to listen.
"...Keep an eye on her."
The voices, faint and frugal, were barely audible, leaving only two figures standing in front of the door.
They were the ones guarding her.
Zhao Liangxu sat on the wooden bed. The thin, worn-out quilt could not hide the hardness of the wooden board. These days, Zhao Liangxu had been staying in the small courtyard of the An family mansion, and she had filled her own quilt with extra soft and comfortable blankets. Sitting on this simple wooden bed, she felt a sense of the vicissitudes of fate.
She moved her wrist with great difficulty; the rope was tied very tightly, limiting the range of motion of her wrist.
Fortunately, the porcelain shards she chose were sharp enough to slowly grind the rope, allowing Zhao Liangxu to free her hands with the patience of grinding an iron pestle into a needle.
However, while the sharp porcelain shards had their advantages, the disadvantage was that, due to her slow movements, they cut her hands in several places.
Zhao Liangxu flexed her wrists a few times; these things were harmless.
She was trying to figure out how to escape from here. The figure outside the door looked tall and imposing, so it seemed that someone had put in a lot of effort to guard her.
It's truly baffling what kind of intoxicating fragrance that Moon-Attracting Incense is, that it has such a powerful effect, leaving her completely defenseless against Lu Ming's control. Even maintaining her mental clarity is something Zhao Chengxin should remark on with a sigh.
I wonder how Xiao Chengzi and Chun are doing.
Zhao Liangxu felt that she was one of the most virtuous people in the world. If she hadn't briefly affected Lu Ming, judging from the strength Lu Ming had used at the time, she would have really smashed Chun Yi's back.
Lu Ming is a ruthless woman who can send people to their deaths with a single stroke of her knife.
Zhao Liangxu wasn't worried about dying here in vain; Anhe would definitely send people to arrest Zhao Chengxin, because she had seen two refugees who had submitted to Zhao Chengxin.
Xia Yi, who went out to track down the two refugees, would surely notice this matter and would definitely pass the news on to An He.
I just don't know whether, in the news, I'm considered a hostage or a discarded pawn.
Thinking back to how angry An He was, he must have made up his mind; he probably wished he were dead.
Lost in thought, the door lock clicked.
Zhao Liangxu then covered her hands in her sleeves, clutching the torn rope and porcelain shards tightly, and looked up at the person who had come.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Liangxu smiled.
Two people entered through the door, carrying sharp iron weapons. They opened the door furtively and then carefully locked it again.
"Second brother, is this really a good idea?"
"What do you mean good or bad! We're both just unlucky. We don't even know if we can live a decent life following this boss. Can't we at least enjoy ourselves for a while?" the man called Second Brother scolded in a low voice.
"But she seems to be of high status..."
"Third brother!"
The two continued whispering to each other, completely ignoring Zhao Liangxu behind them.
Zhao Liangxu was very familiar with these two people; she had seen them three times today: once in the shop, once in the teahouse, and once in the carriage.
It turns out that the villain whom the original owner hated has arrived.
It turned out to be the beast she despised.
It turned out that the two of them had come to their door.
Zhao Liangxu smiled, a rare occurrence, and her smile was different from the ones she had shown to Qiu Cheng, the Empress Dowager, and An He.
As she laughed, a cold flame flickered in her eyes, trembling and flaming, eventually bursting into flames.
The two turned around and saw the beautiful woman in front of them smiling, a captivating smile.
Both of them were stunned.
"Second brother? Is she perhaps an idiot?"
Wang Er scratched his head with his thick, rough hands: "How should I know! I saw her getting off the carriage rather slowly earlier, could she really be a fool?" At that time, Zhao Liangxu was still under the influence of the incense.
Neither of them could figure it out, but fortunately, their wicked desires urged them to put this trivial matter out of their minds.
"What do we care? The door's locked, and she's tied up. Let's gag her. A delicate little girl like her won't dare say anything! If she's an idiot, it'll be even easier."
Wang San harbored evil intentions, and after Wang Er thoroughly instilled in him the principle of not being home, he followed his own heart.
They rubbed their hands together, tossed their weapons aside, and approached Zhao Liangxu.
"This young lady is really beautiful! She must taste much better than the previous one! That one was so thin she was just skin and bones, but I didn't expect her to be so strong!"
"Yeah, yeah, that woman resisted fiercely, and she actually found protection. It's just a pity, brother, what a waste of a life..." Wang Er nudged Wang San. In this kind of atmosphere, why talk about dead people?
Their eyes gleamed with a wild, predatory light as they focused on Zhao Liangxu. The woman before them was not human; she was their prey.
Fear? Why would she be afraid?
Zhao Liangxu continued to smile.
The girl in front of them was indeed a fool. They approached her like two giant bears, enveloping her in their shadows, yet she remained sitting steadily on the simple bed, like a well-bred young lady.
I wonder if this bed will start making a lot of noise later?
Lost in thought, Wang Er reached out his hand towards Zhao Liangxu.
Zhao Liangxu, holding the porcelain shard, suddenly attacked, slashing across Wang Er's wrist.
The porcelain shards were large, and the sharp bevels they formed were wide, so the cut was deep and sharp.
Wang Er could hear the acrid sound of porcelain shards grinding against bone.
The porcelain shards grazed his hand bones, and blood gushed out. His right hand first felt powerless, followed by a sharp pain that gnawed at his brain from the wound and nerves.
He clutched his wrist and cried out in pain.
"Wang San! Wang San, you killed her, Wang San!"
He called out to his brothers, and tears welled up in the eyes of this grown man because of pain and fear.
His face was extremely ferocious.
Zhao Liangxu was especially grateful for her decision to seek Lu Xuan's apprenticeship; at this moment, she at least had confidence.
As the two panicked, she bent down and lunged to the left, then straightened her fingertips and plunged the porcelain shard into Wang San's ribs.
That's the purpose of porcelain shards.
Wang San was in pain and wanted to remove the porcelain shard from his ribs. His hands trembled as he touched the shard.
Zhao Liangxu kicked Wang San's ankle.
The wrist is flexible, and injuries to it can easily affect a person.
She kicked with tremendous force, then turned around without hesitation to grab the weapons the two had thrown aside.
When a person is injured, they will experience stress and become angry.
Wang Er got used to the pain in his wrist, or perhaps he suddenly realized in a short time that his hand would be ruined.
The pain in his wrist and the fear in his heart enraged him.
He charged forward and tried to grab Zhao Liangxu with his left hand.
With such a small room, how fast can Zhao Liangxu possibly go?
Just as Zhao Liangxu grabbed a knife, a heavy panting sound came from behind her, almost touching her.
Relying on her instincts, she fell to the right front, her left hand reaching out to the ground for support, while her right hand, still holding the knife, pulled it out from under her body and slashed at Wang Er behind her.
The thin blade slashed into Wang Er's shoulder.
He cried out in pain again and involuntarily fell backward.
The newly bought knife got stuck in his collarbone.
He stared at Zhao Liangxu in disbelief, but his wrist was bleeding too much, and his collarbone was hurting so badly that it felt like he was in hell, not in the human world.
His pent-up anger was trapped in his collarbone, and then drained away along with the trail of blood that snaked across the ground.
That's really tragic.
With a forceful push from her left hand, Zhao Liangxu swept the remaining cleaver into a corner with one foot as she stood up.
Lu Xuan still hadn't taught her about these weapons, and she had just realized that she wasn't used to using them.
Zhao Liangxu shoved Wang Er, who was about to speak, aside with one hand, and Wang Er collapsed.
Wang San finally pulled the porcelain shard out of his ribs, only to find his second brother had collapsed with a thud, the blood pool widening.
"Second Brother!!"
His eyes widened in fury: "You killed Wang Er!"
Zhao Liangxu remained silent, standing there with her eyes fixed on Wang San.
Keep a close eye on his movements.
Just now, she took advantage of the fact that the two of them were completely unprepared and struck first, thus seizing the initiative.
Now that one person has fallen ill, while Wang San is almost unharmed, she needs to concentrate even more on dealing with the situation.
Wang San had no thoughts of lust in his mind at all. He stared intently at the woman in front of him, who was not strong at all, and only wanted to protect himself and then kill her to avenge his second brother.
But who exactly is this woman...?
When he looked at it, he suddenly felt that it looked somewhat familiar.
For these three country bumpkins, the most beautiful women they had ever seen were women from brothels.
She became one of Zhao Chengxin's women after following him.
Zhao Liangxu was a beauty they had never seen before, so why did he now have the illusion of familiarity with her?
But he wasn't some scholar who wanted to know everything about a woman; he was just a rough man. So he stopped thinking and prepared to grab the hateful woman in front of him.
No matter how powerful Zhao Liangxu was, he still had the advantage in terms of physique and strength.
Having no weapon in his hand, he roused himself to throw a fierce punch at Zhao Liangxu.
A punch can make even the most cunning woman bleed and weep.
This is how my mother instructed my father to discipline me, and this is how my eldest brother, second brother, and his wife were all disciplined.
He could also subdue this venomous beauty who was wildly swinging her knife.
How can a woman who dares to resist to the point of murder after killing her second brother not be venomous?
Women are afraid of fists.
At this moment, Wang San seemed to have forgotten that Wang Er still had a knife stuck in his body, and that Zhao Liangxu had stabbed him in the ribs. He was only savoring the fruits of his impending victory.
Therefore, when Zhao Liangxu inserted the cold hairpin into his eye socket, he truly did not understand.
How did she manage to dodge it?
Why are his fists no longer effective?
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