Chapter 710: Traitor
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“What about Mei Mei and Dong Hui?” Mingzhu shivered. Such a beautiful, intelligent, and lively girl, how could she have been killed like this by Huan Wang? Yuwen Qiang was indeed ruthless.
“Yuwen Cong later caught up and identified Dong Hui’s identity, so Yuwen Qiang took them all away. I tracked them for a while but couldn’t do anything. I came here first because I was afraid you would worry.” Jingsong’s expression was solemn. “Ye Xiu and the others are stranded in the city. I plan to let Little He go back to send a message to them, asking them to stay and save Dong Hui and Meimei. I’ll try to get you out first. It’s too dangerous here.”
Currently, this is the most appropriate method. Mingzhu deeply knew she wasn’t skilled in this kind of planning. Forcing herself to stay would only be a burden. Since Jing Song had arrangements, she would comply. Thus, she agreed, “I thought something had happened to all of you before, so I planned to stay and try to save you. Now that Brother Yang has returned safely, I’ll follow your arrangements.”
“Good, you go rest first. We’ll leave early tomorrow morning.” Jing Song breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid that Mingzhu would act recklessly and not follow the arrangements. It would be difficult for him to take care of Mingzhu here and find a way to save Dong Hui at the same time.
With the matter settled, everyone went to sleep.
Jing Song escorted Mingzhu back to her room. “Don’t worry too much. They want to extract information about your whereabouts from Dong Hui, so they won’t do anything to her for now.”
Just as Mingzhu was about to nod, she was forcefully pushed, and a clanging sound echoed. Before she could react, Jing Song had pushed her down and threw himself on top of her. Several arrows whistled past, deeply piercing the ground near her fingertips, trembling incessantly.
The warm, viscous blood flowed down from her head, dripping along her cheeks. Mingzhu clenched her teeth, suppressing the screams and cries. Tears fell to the ground, mingling with Jing Song’s blood, seeping into the cold mud.
She heard Su Momo screaming frantically, Jiang Zhouzi’s roar, and He Wenzhong and others shouting in anger. However, behind her, Jing Song was silent.
Mingzhu’s fingertips dug deep into the mud. She choked and called out, “Brother Yang.” Having traveled together for so long, Jing Song had always cared for her like a real brother. It was not only because he followed Yuwen Chu’s arrangements faithfully but also because she could feel another kind of love from him, genuine and without any ulterior motives. She had already regarded him as her brother, so the term “brother” came from the heart, willingly.
“I can only accompany Wangfei here.” Jing Song’s voice was almost inaudible. He handed something hard and cold to Mingzhu. “This is a token. In the future, wherever you go, you can contact our people with this. They will protect you as much as I do. No matter how difficult it is, you must survive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive.”
Mingzhu tightly grasped the object in her hand, tears flowing into her throat. “You’ll be fine. Hold on a little longer. I’ll ask Jiang Zhouzi to treat your injuries, and Dong Hui is still waiting for you…”
Jing Song smiled faintly. “It’s fortunate that we didn’t get married, otherwise, it would have harmed her.” His voice grew softer, “Tell His Highness, he promised to bestow a title upon me.”
He wasn’t doing it for the title, was he? She had seen too many people striving for promotion and wealth, but she had never seen anyone risking their life to the point of losing it all. Mingzhu choked back her tears and said desperately, “Okay, I’ll definitely convey your words to His Highness. If he doesn’t bestow it, I’ll fight him.” She hoped for a response from Jing Song, but received none.
Finally, the surroundings calmed down. The clanging of the bowstrings, the dull thuds as the arrows struck the ground and wood, the cries of surprise after the sudden attack—all disappeared. Only the rustling of the night wind through the treetops sounded particularly clear.
Mingzhu knew she had fallen into a trap. She didn’t know where the enemy was hiding, so she could only quietly lie under Jing Song, listening for any movement. The night wind carried the strong scent of blood to her nose, reminding her of the nightmare from many years ago when the Fu family fell. There were footsteps slowly approaching her, and while she was still in a daze, someone behind her lifted her lightly by the shoulder.
The flickering lantern light in the corridor cast a dim yellow glow on the man’s face. The light and shadow made his originally plain face appear calm and gentle. There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes, and his slightly pale lips murmured softly, “Regent Wangfei, it’s not easy to catch you. If I hadn’t aimed the arrow at you, Yang Jingsong wouldn’t have died so easily.”
Mingzhu tightly clutched the object in her hand, glaring hatefully at Yuwen Cong. She watched as his lips moved, then softened and collapsed.
Yuwen Cong lifted her up horizontally, signaling to his men behind, “Check carefully to see if there are any survivors. Kill them all.”
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind him. He swiftly dodged, and immediately after, a guard rushed up, using a spear to knock down Su Momo, who was desperately trying to kill him. Su Momo widened her eyes, glaring fiercely at Yuwen Cong. “Fiend, you will die without a burial ground!”
Yuwen Cong sneered, “I’m already without a burial ground, and I don’t want to die. Kill her!” After saying that, he didn’t even glance at Su Momo, instead carrying Mingzhu and striding out.
His trusted aide, Mu Qing, stepped forward and whispered, “Let me handle her, Fifth Young Master. You’re still injured.”
Yuwen Cong shook his head. “No, she’s a valuable treasure. If we want to make a comeback in the future, we’ll rely on her.”
Mu Qing dared not say more, arranging for the two of them to board the carriage parked at the door before returning to clean up the battlefield. After seeing that Jing Song and Su Momo were no longer alive, he found Shen Fifth, who still had some life left, in the corner. With one stroke, he finished Shen Fifth off cleanly. Then, he turned to Tian Yiwei standing in the corridor and asked, “What about the others?”
Tian Yiwei was completely hidden in the shadows and whispered softly, “There’s still an old man who was here just now, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. There’s also a guy named Little He, not sure where he’s hiding.”
Mu Qing immediately ordered his subordinates to search for Jiang Zhouzi and He Wenzhong. He waved for Tian Yiwei to come over and said kindly, “You’ve done a great service this time. Fifth Master instructed me to reward you generously. What do you want?”
Tian Yiwei hesitantly replied, “Could you please ask the Fifth Master to find me a new place? Shen Fifth and the others are all in trouble, and I’m the only one left alive. Those people definitely won’t spare me. I really can’t stay here.”
Mu Qing smiled, “That’s not difficult at all. I can make the decision. Here, take this ten taels of gold to settle your family.”
Tian Yiwei eagerly reached out to take the gold, but Mu Qing grabbed his wrist, ruthlessly plunging a knife into his abdomen, and then, with a blank expression, whispered, “Sorry, you know too much. Fifth Master doesn’t want anyone to know she is in his hands.”
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