He Jiuniang went straight to the place where she had asked. These people were very bold, as they were inside the city.
It's ridiculous, really. They sent people to search this address before, and the house was confiscated, but those people actually went back.
This shows that the people of Dongting are difficult to deal with, and it also shows that the people of Beiyan are incompetent.
After Lu Baichuan seized the land, he left with his men. Other officials handled the follow-up work. Not long after, he returned. The reason for this is self-evident.
Whether that person was colluding with Dongting or simply failed in their duties, He Jiuniang considered them as already dead.
In such a critical moment, how can you be so careless, allowing others to usurp your position time and time again? How can you still have the face to live in this world?
Ironically, when He Jiuniang arrived, there were officials from Beiyan trying to stop her. One of them had a goatee and a sleazy look on his face. He looked He Jiuniang up and down with ill intent and said in a sarcastic tone, "Do you know where this is? Trespassers will be killed..."
Before the word "death" could be finished, He Jiuniang raised her hand and slapped the man, sending him flying. The man crashed into a stone lion not far away, and blood instantly flowed from his mouth and nose; he died on the spot.
Seeing this, the other servants tried to stop her, but He Jiuniang pulled out a gold token: "Anyone who blocks my way shall die!"
When everyone saw the gold medal, they were so frightened that they collapsed to their knees.
He Jiuniang kicked open the door and barged inside.
At this moment, Kang Tanhua was in a pitch-black room. As a scholar, he was not in good health. In addition, he had been ill for many years, and his constitution was not as good as that of an ordinary man. Now, he had suffered such a great disaster, having his little finger chopped off. He was extremely weak and lay on a pile of licorice, feeling his life slipping away.
He didn't even know what was happening. Those people came in without saying a word, first beat him up, then chopped off his little finger, and after doing some simple hemostasis, they left. He was powerless and couldn't do anything.
Even so, he still guessed the other party's identity. If he was not mistaken, the other party should be from Dongting. He cut off his finger in order to exchange it for their third prince.
He inwardly scoffed at how ridiculous it was. With his status, how could he possibly exchange his position for that of the prestigious Third Prince? It was nothing short of a pipe dream.
Even he himself supported the court's decision to abandon him, prioritizing the overall situation.
Although he was a scholar, he possessed unyielding integrity and could contribute to the peace and tranquility of the country, which was his greatest honor.
Even so, he was still heartbroken. Just yesterday he was dreaming about how he would make great achievements and do his part for the people, but he ended up like this before he could do anything.
He left alone; surely no one knows where he is now?
Looking back on my life, I have experienced both great joy and great sorrow. If I had to say what my regret is, it would be that I have never been to the imperial court and seen the magnificent Golden Palace.
It's ironic that fate, which destined him to die young, still gave him such an extraordinary life, allowing him to meet so many people he wanted to cherish and protect.
The image of the first time I met He Jiuniang involuntarily came to mind.
That day, he was recruiting students at the academy gate, and many people crowded around him to register their children. He Jiuniang, dressed in coarse cloth, suddenly came into his view.
She asked with a smile, "Mr. Kang, can children aged four or five be sent to school?"
Her coarse clothes couldn't hide her unparalleled beauty. The moment she appeared, everything around her paled in comparison; she was so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.
But he was a scholar who had been taught the manners of a gentleman since childhood. Even so, he quickly looked away and answered her question.
That day, she enrolled all three of her children in one go, paid their tuition fees, and then left, leading her red horse.
She had no idea that he, who had always acted uprightly, secretly watched her leave after she turned around, staring at her for a very long time.
Despite being a peasant family who had fled famine, they were extremely respectful of their teachers. On the day she brought her child to register for the ceremony, she even went out of her way to choose a ceremony for him to become a disciple. In that small county town with its backward ideas, ordinary people rarely paid attention to such things; they would simply send him some seasonal vegetables as a sign of their utmost respect.
The gift brought by the Lu family children was a valuable rosewood folding fan, with his own painting on the fan surface. He was both surprised and delighted.
Although the folding fan was a gift from Lei Zi, he knew that she must have picked it out.
There was also the jar of wild honey that Uncle Lu had given him; he immediately said that wild honey had the effect of moisturizing the lungs and relieving coughs.
Before this, among the Lu family, only she had met him, and naturally only she knew that he suffered from a cough.
She may seem carefree, but she is more thoughtful than anyone else and can take care of every aspect.
Later, she even took the initiative to cure his illness, saying it was as a way of thanking him for educating the children, thus easily resolving her gratitude for saving his life.
Although more than two years have passed, he remembers these things very clearly.
Her appearance that day was not just a fleeting glimpse of beauty for him, but the object of his lifelong longing.
Later, her husband returned, and seeing the three of them reunited, he was genuinely happy for her.
Her husband deserved all the good things she had, and it was worth the four years she waited for him.
He often thought that meeting her and becoming friends with her and her family was his greatest fortune in this life.
I thought I could silently stay by her side for the rest of my life, but now it seems I can't.
He didn't even dare to hope to see her one last time before he died; this was a den of thieves, and she couldn't and shouldn't have come here to risk her life.
Thinking of this, he gave a bitter smile and cursed God in his heart. He didn't ask for much in his life, so why was it so difficult?
It's his own fault for being incompetent; otherwise, how could he have ended up in such a state?
"You bitch, you dare to come here alone? Today we'll make sure you don't leave alive!"
Just as he was giving up on himself, he heard voices outside, followed by the sounds of fighting.
His heart jumped instantly. Was she the "stinky woman" they were talking about?
He was both excited and sad. She shouldn't have come. It wasn't worth it for him!
Soon, the sounds of fighting could be heard, followed by a series of muffled groans of pain from the men, before quickly subsiding into silence.
The wooden door was kicked open, letting in a beam of light. He straightened up and watched as a familiar figure walked towards him.
It really is her!
The light and shadow shone on her, making her seem to glow, like a fairy descended from the heavens.
Backlit, he couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could guess that she must have a calm and serene look on her face, as she always had.
Finally, He Jiuniang stopped beside him and squatted down.
He was extremely excited and began to say, "He..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, He Jiuniang raised her hand and chopped him unconscious with a chop to the neck, then grabbed him, hoisted him onto her shoulder, and walked out.
He Jiuniang thought that if you're injured, you shouldn't talk; it's a waste of energy.
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