Chapter 187 Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free
Ji Qingwu walked slowly closer and squatted down.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that some branches had been brutally severed by sharp weapons, with very clean cut surfaces.
I don't know who came here.
Ji Qingwu stood there, still shaken, and wanted to back away.
At that moment, clear sounds of fighting and the clanging of weapons clashing could be heard from outside the courtyard.
Ji Qingwu carefully inspected the yard again and found that even the herbs she had painstakingly planted had not been spared, and a large area of them had fallen over.
She took a deep breath.
The air still seemed to be filled with the dust kicked up by the fight.
Ji Qingwu coughed several times.
This time, she simply couldn't take it anymore!
Ji Qingwu walked back into the house expressionlessly, went to the inner room, and found a locked red lacquered pear wood box in the wardrobe. After unlocking it, she took out a small, light blue bottle.
Then, she thought about it and felt it wasn't enough, so she took out two more.
Ji Qingwu returned to the courtyard, where the sounds of fighting outside intensified.
She looked at the red brick wall, which was twice her height, measured it with her hand, and then went back to the storeroom to find a wooden ladder.
The three people outside the wall were locked in a fierce battle.
One of them was Wei Ting.
After crushing the dried flower petals, he felt restless and unable to concentrate on anything.
Thinking of going out for a walk to clear his head, he inadvertently ended up outside the walls of the Ji residence.
Looking at the high wall, a thought struck him, and he climbed over it.
As soon as he landed, he saw the boy who had been hiding in the tree that day, holding a short blade and rushing towards him with ruthless moves.
Wei Ting had no intention of fighting him.
Although his skill in concealing his aura was not as good as Sihai's, compared to his martial arts skills and other abilities, Sihai was far inferior to him, a general who had fought with real swords and spears on the battlefield.
He was in a bad mood and needed someone to practice with to vent his frustration, so he practiced a few moves with him.
Si Hai, young and impetuous, became impatient after being provoked, and with his short blade, he aimed each strike at Si Hai's vital points.
Wei Ting didn't want to continue fighting with his life-risking swordsmanship; if something went wrong, he would suffer a greater loss.
Seizing the opportunity, Wei Ting subdued Si Hai, snatched the short blade from his hand, and pointed it straight at his throat.
At that moment, another person suddenly jumped out of the tree.
This person's ability to conceal his presence was even more formidable; Wei Ting hadn't even noticed his presence.
Taking advantage of Wei Ting's inattention, the man slapped him on the back.
If Wei Ting hadn't dodged in time, he would have lost half his life there.
The man was also dressed in black, and his martial arts style was the same as Sihai's, but his internal strength was much deeper, so he must have come from the same lineage.
Wei Ting gritted his teeth in hatred, wondering where Ji Qingwu had managed to summon so many skilled fighters.
The fight raged from inside the courtyard to outside.
At the height of their fight, Ji Qingwu climbed up the ladder.
The three were highly skilled in martial arts, and while they were making and countering moves, they were also able to see in all directions.
Therefore, when Ji Qingwu's head first peeked over the wall, this bright spot instantly attracted their attention.
Everyone looked over.
She was still dressed in her beautiful morning attire, her bright eyes sparkling, her crimson gauze sleeves swaying gently in the breeze.
Wei Ting thought they had reinforcements again, and almost threw the dart in his hand. But when he saw her face, he quickly stopped and withdrew it.
He even cut his palm.
When Sihai and the others saw Ji Qingwu, they immediately stopped what they were doing.
Ji Qingwu held onto the ladder and stood on the wall, staring at the three people. If she had known martial arts, she would have jumped down to join the battle.
Her eyes shone with an astonishing light, and she shouted angrily, "What have you all been doing in my yard!"
The person beside Sihai was Sanchuan.
Because of the incident where Wei Ting sneaked into the courtyard last time, the emperor also sent San Chuan, who was on another mission, over.
He also gave instructions that whenever Wei Ting was seen at Wutong Garden, he should be beaten without hesitation.
That's why they attacked General Wei Ting without hesitation just now.
San Chuan was wondering why she was angry and was deep in thought, while Si Hai was even more baffled.
Wei Ting looked at her like this, seemingly lost in thought, his narrow eyes narrowing.
Seeing that no one answered, Ji Qingwu thought of the flowers and plants that had died in vain in the yard, as well as the scattered branches and buds on the ground.
She became even angrier.
Since you're not going to say, then there's no need to ask.
The culprit must be one of them, or all of them may be involved.
Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
She took out three porcelain bottles from her sleeve, her delicate fingers moving nimbly.
With wide, flowing sleeves fluttering, Ji Qingwu flicked her wrist, skillfully scattering the contents of several porcelain bottles downwards.
The movement was as graceful as Guanyin gently sprinkling celestial dew from her jade vase.
The people under the wall were also unknown.
Sanchuan and Sihai were completely caught off guard by Ji Qingwu's sudden attack and stood there dumbfounded.
The colorful powders fluttered and shimmered in the sunlight.
As the powder fell, they held their breath, but it still got on them.
Because Ji Qingwu had drugged Wei Ting last time, he reacted quickly this time and was further away, so he didn't get too much on himself.
The worst off was Sihai, who was close by and the powder was practically thrown right over his head.
After doing this, Ji Qingwu waved his fist at them.
He roared, "What do you take this place for! Your backyard, or a martial arts training ground?!"
Ji Qingwu had no concept of home before.
But now, she considers Wutongyuan her own little home, and every corner of it is carefully designed and maintained by her.
These herbs, in particular, are rare not only because their seeds are hard to find, but also because they are difficult to cultivate and grow in the land of Beili. A few of them are priceless.
They've ruined most of it now, which is no different from abusing her children. How could she not be angry?
Ji Qingwu threatened fiercely, "If you dare to fight again in my Wutong Garden, I'll use you as fertilizer and grow flowers with your skulls!"
"Did you hear me?!"
Miss Ji may look gentle and delicate, but she can be quite intimidating when she gets fierce.
Sanchuan and Sihai nodded, dumbfounded.
Wei Ting had never seen Ji Qingwu so aggressive before, and was momentarily caught off guard.
Ji Qingwu pointed at him with her slender finger and said angrily, "The one standing over there!"
Wei Ting: "...I heard you."
After venting his anger, Ji Qingwu felt much better.
She was about to climb down the ladder to go back and see which of the remaining herbs could still be saved.
He glanced downwards out of the corner of his eye.
She was startled when she saw it; her body swayed, and she almost fell off the ladder.
Hearing her exclamation, Wei Ting wanted to go over to check the situation, but before he could take a step, San Chuan and Si Hai immediately blocked his way.
At this moment, Wei Ting suddenly felt his body getting hot, as if he were being burned by fire.
Looking at the two people opposite him, the skin outside their masks was also turning red, indicating that they were having the same reaction as him.
Separated by a wall.
There were also two people facing off.
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