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Fang'er took the medicine bottle, unable to see the road ahead. However, Yuan Ming was willing to be her crutch, groping forward with her in the dark.
"Zhang He has hurt you to this point. Shouldn't you avenge yourself and your parents?"
In the years Fang'er lived, no one had ever taught her to resist. Outside, her parents shielded her from the wind and rain. She listened to the sound of the wind and rain, fearful, trembling, trying to escape, but she never thought of fighting against it.
The heart of resistance cannot be born in a weak body. Fragile as life is, resistance will be despised, but not Yuan Ming. She has reached the peak and fallen to the bottom. Therefore, no matter how much Yuan Ming's heart is entangled in the pain of the past, she cannot deny that she has never yielded to anyone.
And Fang'er, this weak woman who may never be able to fight against her fate until her death, has her chance to see the light at the end of the tunnel - Yuan Ming needs her to deliver the Minglan poison to Zhang He silently.
This matter is very dangerous. If Zhang He finds out, Fang'er might feel worse than death.
But freedom comes at a price, resistance requires blood, there is no free lunch in the world.
Yuan Ming's willingness to help Fang'er is a testament to her kindness, but also her cruelty. She is not Fang'er's destined daughter, nor is she here specifically to rescue her from dire straits; she simply lends a hand.
Should she waste her time and die miserably, or fight for a new life with all her might? Fang'er's choice is to cry helplessly.
"Zhang He has hurt you to this point. Shouldn't you avenge yourself and your parents?" Yuan Ming asked again.
"Wow, I don't know." This was Fang'er's answer.
Why do some people, despite hearing so much truth and advice, still struggle to live a fulfilling life? It's because they haven't learned these truths or understood them at the cost of gain or loss. Fang'er's past life was like an impenetrable shell, binding her within it. If she didn't first break through it from within and verify the truth, no amount of advice from others would be effective.
Yuan Ming's patience ran out. She could infer that Fang'er's life environment had shaped her character: weak, ignorant, and stupid. Struggling in the mire, she was at a loss when the rope was handed to her, and finally made a foolish decision - to push the rope away.
It's sad and lamentable.
Yuan Ming asked one last time: "This is poison, do you dare to give it to Zhang He?"
The answer is still disappointing.
Yuan Ming shook her head and sighed. It was a self-righteous act to make important life decisions for others without authorization, but who told her to agree to that poor old couple?
A dagger was suddenly pressed against Fang'er's chin, forcing her to look terrified.
Yuan Ming smiled with his mouth but his eyes were not, which made Fang'er frightened.
"You're so useless." Yuan Ming lifted Fang'er's pale face and said, "If you're ready to die, why don't you do something for me? Help me poison Zhang He. Otherwise, I will leave you with an intact body and bury you with your parents."
The survival instinct is indeed effective. Some people may not think about things that are far away, but they cannot help but think about things that are imminent.
Fang'er's hands were shaking like a clapperboard as she silently put away Minglan's poison.
"Find a way to get Zhang He to eat one pill every day. If you succeed, I will let you live."
Fang'er nodded. At this moment, Yuan Ming smiled like a bright flower swaying in the wind.
"That's right."
Fang'er watched Yuan Ming leave with a sad face.
Yuan Ming climbed up the wall lightly and sat on the top of the wall elegantly, looking down at Fang'er, unable to tell whether he felt disappointment or pity.
She said, "The security at the mansion has tightened recently. Zhang He might have heard something. You're on your own." Yuan Ming turned away, no longer looking at Fang'er. "I'll come and collect your body, but it's too much trouble. It's best if you're still alive. Do you understand?"
Fang'er remained silent.
Yuan Ming fell outside the wall, but did not go far away, still staring at the dilapidated mansion.
Fang'er stared lifelessly at the sky above the high wall, her eyes devoid of light. She sat there for an unknown amount of time, until her feet gave out, and she finally stood up, half asleep and half awake.
Just as she was about to leave this small world where she could lick her wounds, a guard blocked her path. Although the guard was quite sturdy, his uniform was worn askew, as if draped casually. There were faint stains on the edges of his clothes, as if they had not been washed for a long time.
A slovenly man.
Fang'er didn't like it. The guard often teased her with words, which made her extremely annoyed. What did he want to do in this secret little corner?
Fang'er shrank back, trying to get around the guard. It was obvious that the guard, who had come specifically to block her, wouldn't let her get away so easily. Then, a hand rudely grabbed Fang'er's sleeve and threw her back into the corner.
Fortunately, the medicine bottle was not thrown out. Fang'er hurriedly held on to this thorny life-saving straw and looked weakly at the guard.
The guard's eyebrows were sparse but messy, stretching across a pair of small eyes. Those eyes were half-closed, and a cunning light shot out from the slits of the eyes, as if he was secretly calculating something malicious.
Fang Er, who was doomed to fail, felt something was wrong and tried to shrink back. The guard grabbed Fang Er's ankle and pulled her under him. Fang Er was about to scream when the guard searched her and found a bottle of warm medicine.
The guard tossed the medicine bottle playfully, his eyes growing lustful. "Did that woman give you this? Could it be poison? If I report this to the governor, you'll be in greater pain than death."
Fang'er's lips turned pale and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
The guard continued, "If you don't want me to tell the prefect, you might as well obey me. Well, the prefect has so many concubines, and you're the least notable one. Why don't you share the joy of love with me? It would be a waste of your youth."
This guard, presumably a man of some education, used both coercion and inducement, thinking his tactics were brilliant and smug. A greedy and sinister aura emanated from his words, charging straight at Fang'er, who couldn't help but pretend to vomit, angering the guard.
He wanted to slap Fang'er, but then thought the noise would be too loud, so he yanked Fang'er's hair hard. Fang'er cried out in pain, and the guard, his face twisted instantly, punched Fang'er in the mouth.
Fang'er was in a trance for a while, and the guard took the opportunity to pull her hair, dragged her to the corner of the wall, with her clothes spread out, and wanted to do something indecent to her.
Fang'er closed her eyes in despair, but the expected thing did not happen.
"Open your eyes." To Fang'er, this voice sounded like the sound of nature.
Then, the guard whimpered, and a pair of slender hands, white but covered with small wounds, tightly grasped his neck. When he was about to die, they finally let go.
The guard's mouth opened wide, a whooshing sound came from his throat, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air. Before he could even open his eyes, a fist struck him hard in the head, knocking him unconscious.
Yuan Ming, who had gone and returned, glanced at the fallen guard calmly, pointed to a certain spot above his head, and said to Fang'er, "This is the place where people are most likely to faint."
Fang'er looked at the guard, then at Yuan Ming, and finally there was a little light in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Fang'er asked.
If Yuan Ming had some free time, she might think of an interesting life story for herself to solve this problem. For example, during the years she and She You roamed the martial arts world, she had many identities: a wandering female knight, a young lady forced to venture into the martial arts world after her family fell into poverty, and so on.
But now, Yuan Ming's eyes were filled with alienation, and he dropped a dagger in front of Fang'er. This dagger had threatened Fang'er an hour ago.
"Kill him." Yuan Ming ordered.
Fang'er swallowed, her shoulders occasionally shaking, clearly terrified. Yuan Ming stared at her, his face expressionless.
She finally picked up the dagger and moved step by step to the unconscious guard. Her scalp was still aching, and the culprit was lying in front of her, unable to fight back.
The hatred in her eyes finally revealed itself. Fang'er gripped the dagger tightly and made up her mind.
With a loud slap, Fang'er slapped the guard. This was her first time hitting someone. She stared at her hand in disbelief.
For Yu Yuanming, it would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed, after all, no blood was seen. But for Fang'er, wasn't this the first step?
It seemed like someone was walking towards here. Yuan Ming quickly looked in the direction of the movement. Thinking that the guard was still unconscious here, a strange feeling in his heart prompted Yuan Ming to carry the guard's body and climb over the wall. He didn't even have time to say hello to Fang'er.
However, Fang'er was still immersed in her own world and did not notice that Yuan Ming had taken the person away.
Yuan Ming was very good at light work. He carried a big man and ran for several miles until there was no one around, then he slowly stopped.
The feeling grew stronger and stronger, making Yuan Ming feel like there was something burning inside him that needed to be vented. And the guard, unluckily, woke up at that very moment.
He barely managed to open his eyes when Yuan Ming kicked him away. The kick was so fierce that the guard spat out a mouthful of blood, which flowed down the corner of his mouth and covered his clothes.
Now, he finally saw clearly the woman whose back he had always left when he eavesdropped. This woman had an impeccable face and a kind of bewitching charm, especially when she looked at people coldly, others could not predict her behavior and would feel panic in their hearts.
The guards did the same at this time.
He didn't know why he was in the wilderness, nor did he know what the woman in front of him was going to do. He had just been threatening a useless concubine, so how did the situation suddenly reverse?
Before he could think any further, Yuan Ming punched him again, knocking out one of his teeth.
The guard spat out his teeth, cursed, stood up angrily, and started fighting with Yuan Ming.
He pounced on Yuan Ming, stretched out his hands, and tried to grab Yuan Ming's collar, his fingers bent into eagle claws, and his eyes were full of ferocity.
Seeing him rushing towards her, Yuan Ming's smile was not wanton, but just the right amount to express the feeling of contempt.
With a single thrust of his blade, Yuan Ming chopped off the guard's right arm. The guard howled in agony, startling the birds in the woods.
This was a one-sided beating. Yuan Ming threw away his sword and beat the guard like a punching bag. When the sun was about to set, Yuan Ming stepped on the guard's neck with one foot.
The guard was already dying, his mouth full of blood and he couldn't make a sound.
Things are unpredictable. He used to look down on those crying girls, thinking that they were born to be locked in the house to serve men, even though he was just a lowly servant.
Who would have thought that he would be beaten to death by a woman in the end, and he didn't even know who this woman was.
When Zhong Yingqi found Yuan Ming, the guard's neck had been broken by Yuan Ming, and the body was wide-eyed, looking horrifying. Yuan Ming watched all this in silence and smiled at Zhong Yingqi.
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