Vent
"It is widely rumored that General He Xiao of the Red Feather Guard died in a prostitute's bed."
"Then the one standing in front of me, could he be a ghost?"
Even in the dead of winter, with charcoal burning in the room, the pale-faced scholar calmly waved his feather fan and spoke.
"Stop talking nonsense. I faked my death and escaped not to listen to your nonsense."
“And another thing,” he said, pointing at the scholar, “I’ll tear that tattered fan of yours to shreds sooner or later.”
The pale-faced scholar held his fan to his chest and glared at him: "He Xiao, how dare you!"
He Xiao crossed his legs and sneered, "You brat, you have no manners. I'm your brother-in-law."
"Tch," the pale-faced scholar rolled his eyes, "You're not good enough for my sister."
"Han Ke! Do you want to get beaten up?"
“Come on,” Han Ke shouted at him, “Anyway, my sister is gone, so even if you beat me to death, she can’t do anything about it.”
“My two ancestors,” the white-bearded old man interrupted their argument, “let’s think about the important matter first.”
They're still arguing now. It was like this when Miss was still here, and it hasn't changed at all.
"Tell me, what information did you find out?" He Xiao said.
"There's something wrong with Xiao Chan, the maid who served my sister back then," Han Ke said coldly.
“Xiao Chan?” He Xiao frowned. “She was picked up from a refugee camp by A Ling. She seems like a timid and obedient little girl.”
There's actually a problem.
Han Ke looked at him: "Are you and Xiao Chan alright?"
He Xiao really wanted to punch him: "What nonsense are you spouting? What could possibly happen between me and her?"
"Who knows if you and this woman conspired to harm my sister? After all, no one but you knows exactly what happened back then."
"You're talking nonsense! Do you believe I'll beat you to death?" He Xiao said, and was about to rush over.
An old man with a white beard stood between them, saying, "Stop arguing."
"Uncle Qi, don't stop him. Just let him beat me to death. It'll be good for me to reunite with my sister down there."
He Xiao suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion and sat down on the chair next to him as if all his strength had left him: "Back then, I failed to protect A-Ling. It was my fault."
Han Ke also fell silent, and after a long while he clenched his fists.
"What exactly happened back then?"
"Han Ling, the only disciple of the witch doctor Mr. Huang, has surpassed his master. It is said that he can be saved as long as he has a breath left. He is known in the martial arts world as the Immortal Doctor Ling."
"So impressive." Zhu Qinghe flipped through the documents in her hand and continued reading, "Han Ke, the younger brother, is exceptionally intelligent. Three years ago, he ranked first in the royal city's civil service examination, but he refused to enter the city to become an official and instead opened a dilapidated medical clinic called Xiaoyao Hall."
"Indifferent to fame and fortune, that's quite unique." Zhu Qinghe rolled the book into a tube and tapped it in her palm. "So, our next step is to try our luck at Xiaoyao Hall?"
“That’s right.” Shen Wumei nodded. “Since we all think He Xiao isn’t so easy to kill, why don’t we go here and try our luck?”
"After all, this is probably the place he's most likely to go."
"But even if he wanted to go to his brother-in-law's place, there was no need for him to fake his death. Why would he do that?" Zhu Qinghe was completely baffled.
"You can just ask him yourself when the time comes," Shen Wumei said.
"Forget it, don't think about it anymore." Shen Wumei pulled the fruit plate on the table over. "Eat something and rest."
Zhu Qinghe held a cherry in her hand and sighed, "It's been so long and there's still no progress. At this rate, when will we be able to return home in glory?"
"You still have to live your life no matter where you are," Shen Wumei comforted her.
Besides, overthrowing a regime is not such an easy thing.
As long as the king behaves himself and doesn't cause trouble, it's not impossible for him to retire on the throne.
I'm afraid that others might be tempted to make a move.
Recalling the time when the sky lantern ceremony was sabotaged, Shen Wumei narrowed her eyes, thinking, "She really can't hold her temper."
“Tell me the truth,” Zhu Qinghe asked in a low voice, “what is your mission this time? Is it the same as ours?”
"More or less," Shen Wumei said. "But I don't think you need to be so nervous."
Am I nervous?
“It’s obvious,” Shen Wumei reached out and lifted her chin, examining her for a moment, “your chin is all pointed now.”
Zhu Qinghe: "...That's because the food here is terrible."
That's true.
"Anyway, don't worry too much. With me here, I won't let anyone hurt you," Shen Wumei said.
"oh."
“That’s it, that’s all,” Shen Wumei said, pinching her chin and leaning closer. “Aren’t you going to do anything special?”
Just as their breaths touched and they were about to kiss,
Ya'er rushed in in a panic: "Princess—Princess, something terrible has happened!"
Zhu Qinghe pushed Shen Wumei away and looked at Ya'er: "What's wrong? Tell me slowly."
Shen Wumei coughed lightly, clutching her chest; that hand was quite strong.
Ya'er's face turned pale: "Miss Wenwen and Princess Fuyin are fighting!"
What?
Zhu Qinghe looked at Shen Wumei, wondering where this Princess Fuyin had come from.
Mu Chengwen, with a whip mark on his face, glared angrily at the girl in red not far away.
Fu Yin gripped the whip handle and sneered, "The women of your Great Li Dynasty are shameless. Are you planning to seduce all the fine men of our Silver Tenon tribe?"
“Your princess is not worthy of my brother Lohar at all, let alone you maids.”
"That Bai Qiuru thought she had hooked up with my uncle, but she didn't even greet me properly when we met last time."
“And you,” Fuyin pointed at her, “are you also planning to use the same trick to seduce Brother Kesh?”
Hearing her keep mentioning her brother, Mu Chengwen said coldly, "Are you trying to lay an egg?"
Fu Yin's face turned bright red with anger: "You—!"
"What about me? Go ahead and hit me!" Mu Chengwen started rolling up his sleeves. "Only shameless people would resort to sneak attacks. I'll beat you to a pulp."
"I'm a princess, how dare you hit me?"
"I'm going to hit you!" Mu Chengwen shouted.
Fu Yin angrily swung the whip in her hand, but the whip was caught by a large hand.
The tall man stood in front of Mu Chengwen, his deep eyes filled with anger.
"Fuyin, what are you doing?"
“Brother Kesh,” Fuyin stamped her foot, “I’m helping you teach that rotten lover a lesson.”
"Is she constantly bothering you? Do you know what everyone's been saying about you after the sky lantern ceremony? Did she scheme against you?"
Kesh turned around and glanced at Mu Chengwen. "Are you... alright?" He saw the whip mark on her face.
Mu Chengwen ignored him with a cold face and was about to rush over aggressively.
“Brother Kesh, look at her,” Fuyin said, feigning a pitiful and frightened expression. “She’s going to hit me.”
Kesh, holding the whip in one hand and pulling Mu Chengwen's arm with the other, said, "Wenwen, calm down. She's young and doesn't know any better. Don't take it to heart."
Mu Chengwen struggled: "Who gave you permission to call me that? Are we that close? Let go of me!"
When Zhu Qinghe arrived at the scene, she saw a scene that resembled a love triangle.
Her gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Mu Chengwen's face. She frowned and asked, "Wenwen, who hit you?"
Mu Chengwen was busy arguing with Kesh and didn't have time to reply to her.
The culprit, Fu Yin, with his neck stiff and arrogant, said, "It was me, so what?"
Hey, she has such a bad temper.
Zhu Qinghe rushed forward, and with a crisp "snap," everyone present was stunned.
Ya'er's eyes widened in horror.
My goodness, her princess is too strong-willed. This one seems to be some kind of princess. Won't this cause trouble?
Fu Yin covered her face in disbelief and stared at her: "You dare to hit me?"
“I’m going to hit you,” Zhu Qinghe said.
"Ah—I'll kill you!" Fu Yin rushed forward angrily, but was blocked by Shen Wumei, who was watching the commotion from the side.
"And who are you? How dare you stop this princess!" Fu Yin glared at him.
Shen Wumei said calmly, "Princess, you should calm down. After all, you were the one who attacked first."
Fu Yin glared at him angrily, stared into his eyes for a while, then blinked and looked away as if she had thought of something.
Mu Chengwen shook off Keshi's hand and ran towards Zhu Qinghe.
"Qinghe, you're finally here." She threw herself into her arms, feeling wronged.
He whispered in her ear, "That slap just now was so satisfying. I've wanted to slap her for a long time."
Zhu Qinghe patted her.
Before leaving, Zhu Qinghe said, "This slap was delivered by me, the princess. If you have any complaints, come find me."
Ya'er, standing behind her, exclaimed with starry eyes: "Wow, the princess is so handsome!"
Mu Chengwen, clinging to her arm, whimpered: Qinghe is still the best to me.
Behind him, Kesh coldly watched Fuyin.
Fu Yin took a step back, feeling guilty, and said, "I didn't mean to, Brother Kesh, please don't look at me like that, I'm scared."
Kesh ignored her and turned to leave.
Mu Chengwen remained silent the entire way, and Zhu Qinghe led her into the room to apply medicine.
"You're supposed to be pretty strong, how come you got bullied like this?" Zhu Qinghe frowned. This wound was quite deep; it would probably take a few days to heal.
She thought angrily, "I should have used more force just now."
"She attacked me from behind; I wasn't prepared at all," Mu Chengwen said sullenly.
“But you were pretty fierce just now.” Mu Chengwen laughed again. “That slap was so loud, it hurt just to hear it.”
"Of course, if she dares to bully you, I'll make her pay." Zhu Qinghe snorted.
"She's a princess, aren't you afraid she'll cause you trouble?"
"What's a princess? You can't bully my sisters."
Mu Chengwen looked at her for a while and said, "Sisters are still the best. Men are nothing."
"Hmm." Zhu Qinghe nodded. "Men are nothing."
Shen Wumei, who had just returned to his room, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and wondered, "Who insulted me?"
Kash, inside the storeroom, was startled by the splashing dust and sneezed repeatedly. His attendant, trembling, said, "Prince Kash, tell me what you need and I'll get it for you. This place is dirty, please go out first."
Kesh waved his hand: "No, the gift has to be chosen by me personally to show my sincerity."
She was so angry today, she probably won't talk to him for a while.
Ugh, it's all that brat Fuyin's fault. She's just causing trouble for him all this time.
He was about to win her back, but now things have turned sour again.
"I remember there was a small enamel blue dagger, somewhere."
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