Chapter 70 Finally... Caught You...
Wen Xing was sitting in the carriage. Just as he passed the gate of Xuanming Guild Hall, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy, so he lifted the carriage curtain and urged, "Go faster."
The driver turned around and said, "Master, there are too many people in this city. I'm afraid we won't be able to go fast."
Wen Xing looked outside the carriage, but saw that the streets were crowded with people, and the stalls set up by vendors on both sides took up most of the road, so the carriage had to move slowly.
Behind him, out of sight, several dark shadows were blending in with the crowd, slowly approaching from behind the car.
Wen Xing saw that the street was busy and it seemed impossible for a horse to pass quickly, but this was the only way to go, so he had to give up.
But at this moment, a voice came from far away, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Xuanjian?"
Wen Xing lifted the curtain and saw a soldier from the Governor's Office riding towards him on horseback.
He asked doubtfully: "It is me, officer, what can I do for you?"
The palace soldier dismounted and saluted him, "Sir, I am here by order of His Highness Prince Xiang to deliver an invitation to the evening banquet."
The palace guard took out the invitation and handed it over. "It was supposed to be delivered to your residence, but I was escorting Your Highness and met your groom at Soseki-jo. Seeing this carriage, I thought it must be Soseki-jo's. I was so surprised I was right. Very well, Your Highness has specifically instructed that the invitation be delivered to you, sir."
In the distance, a dark figure was walking quickly in the crowd. When he saw the palace soldiers appear, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand slightly to signal. The shadow guards then hid back in the crowd as if they had never appeared.
The palace soldier said, "His Royal Highness Prince Xiang said that it was thanks to your guidance that our army was saved last time. To reward your meritorious service, please be sure to honor us with your presence."
Wen Xing declined politely, "I'm not feeling well and rarely go out. I won't be attending this evening banquet, okay?"
Palace soldier: "His Highness said that you are the most important aide, please honor us with your presence." His tone left no room for doubt.
Wen Xing frowned slightly.
He has to go. This King Xiang is probably getting ready to go to war again, right?
Seeing his hesitation, the guard added, "Sir, please don't make things difficult for us servants. His Highness said that if we don't hand it over to you, he will punish us."
Wen Xing had no choice but to accept the invitation and said, "I have accepted the invitation. Please tell His Highness that I will prepare a gift to express my congratulations, but I will not be attending."
The guard seemed a little embarrassed, but seeing that he had accepted the invitation, he did not insist. "I will convey the gentleman's words to His Highness. Farewell."
Suixing approached and whispered, "Master, we've investigated this man. He's one of King Xiang's staff members and is said to have extraordinary abilities. If we rashly approach him in this bustling city, we'll be exposed. It's too dangerous."
Ning Wujie looked over the crowd, his scarlet eyes fixed on the carriage. When he saw the person in the carriage accept the invitation from the palace soldier, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
How could Your Majesty possibly become an aide to Prince Xiang?
Could it be that he had seen it wrongly in that glance just now?
This is impossible, he will never admit his mistake.
But...what if?
He only needs a chance to get closer and he will definitely recognize it.
He turned his head and said something to Suixing, who nodded. He then winked at several shadow guards hiding in the street, turned around and disappeared into the alley.
Seeing the palace soldiers leaving, Wen Xing immediately told the coachman to return home.
However, when the vehicle drove out of the bustling street and reached the intersection, it suddenly stopped.
The driver's voice came from outside the carriage: "Master, the road ahead is blocked."
He lifted the car curtain and saw that a vendor's fruit stall on the road ahead seemed to have collapsed, and all kinds of fruits and vegetables were scattered on the ground. Many children rushed over to grab them, and the stall owner scolded them while snatching the things back from the children.
However, there were so many children that the road was completely blocked during the looting.
Wen Xing said decisively: "Change the route."
The driver replied, "Yes." He looked around and saw that several jugglers had also taken up most of the road on the east side of the intersection, making it impossible for the carriage to pass. He had no choice but to turn his horse and head west.
Soon the carriage turned into a secluded road.
But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of metal clashing and fighting coming from a narrow alley on the side.
The sound of fighting startled the carriage and it stopped hastily.
Wen Xing asked in a deep voice, alertly: "What's going on outside?"
The driver lifted the curtain and said urgently, "Master, there seems to be a fight in the alley ahead! We'd better stay away from it."
Wen Xing nodded, "Turn around!"
My already anxious heart was now filled with a strong sense of foreboding.
Why was I repeatedly stopped on my way back today?
Although they seemed to be unrelated things, Wen Xing vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The driver hurriedly steered the horses to turn. However, before the horses took a single step, there was a sudden, heavy, muffled thud, as if something heavy had struck the shaft of the cart, followed by a suppressed, painful groan.
The horse was frightened, neighed, and raised its front hooves.
The car shook violently before it came to a complete stop.
Wen Xing was slightly startled, then took a deep breath and suddenly opened the car curtain.
Looking through the thin white gauze, he saw a dark figure lying on the ground. He didn't know where he was injured. Blood was oozing out from under his body and quickly spreading on the ground.
Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he felt that the figure was unusually familiar.
He didn't know why his heart beat faster.
At the same time, several masked men in black appeared from the shadows of the alley wall like ghosts, with sharp swords in their hands, and were approaching the injured person beside the carriage step by step.
A man in black caught sight of the carriage that suddenly appeared, and a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes. "Your Highness has ordered that no one be spared!"
Before he finished speaking, several cold blades instantly changed direction and stabbed straight towards Wen Xing.
Hearing the black-clad man calling out "Your Highness," Wen Xing quickly responded, "I am an aide to the King of Xiang. Who dares to touch me?"
This shout really worked. The men in black paused, looked at each other, and after a moment's hesitation, disappeared silently.
Wen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but then secretly regretted it.
Why should he meddle in other people's business?
What if this person is really the one that King Xiang wants to capture, and he rescues him, wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?
But for some reason, when he saw the man's injuries, he rushed to save him.
But now that things have come to this, there is nothing else to do. He walked out of the car, came to the injured person who fell to the ground, bent down and lifted the man's shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"
He turned the man over, and the face he revealed made Wen Xing's pupils tremble violently -
Ning Wujie? !
Wen Xing was struck by lightning and his brain was in a mess.
What's going on? Isn't Ning Wujie busy fighting? Why is he in southern Yunnan?
Could it be that he came with Li Dequan?
But does such a trivial matter require him, an emperor, to come in person? !
"Dongdong-dongdong-dong"
His chaotic heartbeat made it almost impossible for him to think.
The wound on the other person's shoulder pierced his heart again, so he put all the doubts and shock behind him and just lowered his voice and changed his tone: "Are you okay?"
He didn't notice that his voice was trembling slightly.
Ning Wujie's eyelashes trembled, and he looked at the person in front of him with sharp eyes. He looked him up and down imperceptibly, as if he wanted to see through the veil, and nodded slowly, "It's okay."
Wen Xing saw that the person was still conscious and hurriedly said, "Your sh..."
Before a guard could finish his sentence, he reacted quickly and changed his words: "Is your injury serious? Can you stand up?" As he spoke, he reached out to help the man, but saw Ning Wujie suddenly grab his wrist with such force that he couldn't help but frown.
He felt that the other person's fingertips seemed to pinch his wrist bone again, as if confirming something.
Wen Xing was just wondering if Ning Wujie was so injured that he couldn't even stand up, but he saw the other party had already pressed down on his wrist and slowly stood up with the force.
Ning Wujie lowered his head, his pupils trembling violently under his long eyelashes. He suddenly closed his eyes to suppress the sudden surge of heat.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the familiar wrist bone, just like before, when he had held the other person's wrist tightly like this countless times on the bed, either questioning angrily or entwining his lips and tongue.
The slender wrist bones, the distinct joints, even the raised curvature of the ulna and the delicate yet slightly sharp touch at the tip of the bone were all engraved in his heart like a brand.
He had carefully described every inch of skin and every joint on this person's body.
How could he not recognize it?!
At this moment, the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost made his blood boil with excitement, and it took all his willpower not to show it.
Finally... I caught you.
Wen Xing struggled a bit but couldn't move. He frowned and asked, "Hello?"
Ning Wujie took a deep breath for a long time before he managed to suppress his surging emotions and tried to find a steady voice: "Thank you."
Seeing Ning Wujie still standing and breathing well, Wen Xing finally felt relieved. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "There's a clinic nearby. I'll take you there."
Ning Wujie glanced over, his eyes dark and gloomy, making his eye sockets even redder, "I can't go to the clinic."
Through a layer of gauze, Wen Xing couldn't see that Ning Wujie's eyes were extremely red, and there was even a hint of moisture that he couldn't suppress.
He quickly realized that the person who had assassinated Ning Wujie was King Xiang's men.
So it was because Ning Wujie’s identity was exposed that he couldn’t go to the clinic.
But why is Ning Wujie the only one here? Where is the Supervisory Office? Where is the Shadow Guard?
He had many questions in mind, but his worries overwhelmed his doubts. He had no time to think about them. Since Ning Wujie had been exposed, the longer he stayed outside, the more dangerous it would be. So he said decisively, "Then come back with me. I have a doctor at home."
Ning Wujie had calmed down a lot at this moment. After the sudden ecstasy, anger quietly rose.
His eyes turned, and his voice was inexpressible. "If you take me home, aren't you afraid of angering King Xiang?"
Wen Xing said calmly, "Since you're injured, I can't just stand by and watch you die."
"Is that so?" Ning Wujie slowly straightened his back, drops of blood dripping down his arm, crossing the blade, and splashing onto the ground.
There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "But aren't you one of the King Xiang's advisors? How can I know if you're saving me or using me to claim credit for something from the King Xiang?"
Wen Xing frowned, "You are so unreasonable. I don't even know who you are, so how can I ask for credit?"
He looked at Ning Wujie and thought that he didn't look like he was injured so badly that he couldn't walk. So he should just forget it and let him go.
This kid was right to be cautious. He had just shouted to the assassin that he was the King Xiang's aide. It would be really stupid for this kid to still follow him.
At worst, he could just send someone to protect him secretly.
"Forget it."
He swung his arms to break free from Ning Wujie and was about to get into the car.
Unexpectedly, the person who was standing steadily just now was shaken and fell towards him after being pushed lightly by him.
Wen Xing was startled and subconsciously reached out to catch it. In an instant, Ning Wujie fell on his shoulder and fainted!
Wen Xing's heart skipped a beat.
No way? He was so badly injured, was he just holding on?
His heart was stabbed again. He held the man tightly and said to the driver urgently, "Help, lift him into the car."
He didn't notice that Ning Wujie's hand was quietly and securely placed on his lower back.
Under his closed eyelids, Ning Wujie's eyes turned slightly, and his palm measured his waistline, just like countless times before, he put his arm around his waist on the couch and held him in his arms.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car, took Ning Wujie's arm and put it on his shoulder, and helped him into the sedan.
Wen Xing laid the man down on the soft couch at the back of the carriage.
The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding.
His eyes were pierced by the blood, and he no longer cared about anything else. He immediately tore off the strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and then carefully unbuttoned Ning Wujie's clothes, revealing the wound on his shoulder.
Although the wound was not deep, it was bleeding profusely. Wen Xing's pupils shrank and his heart began to ache.
He hurriedly gave the other person a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.
Although the wrapping was not very nice, at least the bleeding had stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief and put the man's clothes back on.
He sat down at the side of the carriage, leaned his head back against the wall, and stared at the person lying at the rear of the carriage in confusion.
Why did Ning Wujie come to southern Yunnan in person?
Why was he so careless as to expose himself and be hunted down by King Xiang's men?
And why did he happen to see it?
Could it be that everything he encountered along the way was just a coincidence?
The more Wen Xing thought about it, the more strange it seemed, but he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.
He turned his head to look at the person lying down. Looking at Ning Wujie's peaceful sleeping face, Wen Xing's heartbeat, which had been silent for a year, inexplicably began to become chaotic.
He hardly dared to look at the man again and had to quickly look away.
never mind......
Let’s take the person back to heal first.
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