Jiaohua

The assassin brought back Tian Wu's words.

Pei Huirao was practicing archery. After listening quietly, a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Your Excellency has entered the officialdom and has been tainted by the official airs. You can never change your official tone of speech."

The wilderness was cool, and the summer night wind was whistling. Pei Huirao raised her bow and arrow and shot at the target opposite.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out, but didn't even touch the edge of the target.

It's really too late to practice martial arts at this age.

There is more than one assassin sent out.

Pei Huirao shot out arrow after arrow, waiting for the assassins to return one after another.

Later, of the eight people who went out, only five returned at the agreed latest time.

Pei Huirao lowered her hands and looked at the two arrows stuck on the edge of the target. The rest of the arrows were on the ground.

A soldier standing nearby said quietly, "It seems that we have lost three more people."

"It doesn't matter," Pei Huirao smiled at him, "We will all die, it's just a matter of order. But we did a good job, we finally got Yan Qinglin back to Beijing, right? If she doesn't come back, Yong'an will be in chaos."

Saying this, Pei Huirao looked up at the dark night sky.

It’s just a pity——

More and more of them died, and fewer and fewer people were available. Meanwhile, the enemy's net was tightening and the force was increasing.

It won't be long before it's her turn.

My lord, I actually want to die behind you.

There will be no chance for me to talk to him face to face again in this life. Unless I go to his grave and pour a glass of wine, I can sit down and talk to him.

Of course it would be better for her to go to Tian Wu's grave and sprinkle wine.

Over the next two days, fewer and fewer of them came back.

By the third day, none of the five people who had gone out had returned.

Pei Huirao counted the number of people and found that there were only ten of them left.

If we send more people out, they will most likely never come back.

But if we don't send anyone out, it will be difficult to connect with Ning'anlou's reinforcements when they arrive in Yong'an.

Pei Huirao had not yet made arrangements for the next step, but at 11 p.m. that night, a man came back. He was a death squad member who had not returned before.

His face was clean, and his clothes and shoes were changed into new ones, but after taking off his clothes, his body was covered with unscabbed wounds that were sprinkled with salt and covered with blood rashes and pustules.

Pei Huirao rushed to see him wearing a coat. He was dying, hanging on to his last few breaths: "Madam... Tian Wu let me go. It took me six hours to get back and make sure no one was following me. He let me go, as long as I said a few words to Madam. He asked Madam, do you still remember the elders and folks in Gekou Township?"

Pei Huirao's face turned pale: "Is that what he said?"

"...He said that Gekou Township is rich in beauties. Madam doesn't care about her own life or death, so does she care about the lives of the beauties in her hometown?"

Pei Huirao clenched her fists, tears welling up in her eyes.

But she held back and didn't let herself cry.

She sent someone to convey a message to Tian Wu, offering sincere advice.

Asking him to save the innocent woman would not harm his interests at all, and it would certainly not require him to rebel against Daping and disobey Song Zhiyi.

And he asked someone to convey a message to her. Last time it was bribery, this time it was coercion.

Every word is heart-wrenching, vicious and cruel.

A strong sense of disappointment surged in Pei Huirao's heart.

The young man who redeemed her from the brothel had already grown into a hot-tempered man, good at playing tricks and scheming. More than ten years of companionship had forged him into a rusty knife that completely gouged out the last spark of hope in her eyes.

But disappointment is disappointment, and extreme disappointment means no more hope. So Pei Huirao slept particularly well that night, and did not wake up at all throughout the night.

When she opened her eyes the next day, the old feelings were completely crushed. At the same time, Pei Huirao also thought of a solution to her current situation.

Coming out of the room, a soldier told her that the soldier who came back yesterday did not survive the sunrise this morning and died half an hour ago.

Pei Huirao said calmly: "Let's go, let's go bury him."

The pit was not dug deep. After putting the bodies of the dead men in it, Pei Huirao watched the handfuls of soil covering it. Her eyes were clear and bright, and the certainty in her eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Pei Huirao turned to the assassin who had been following her recently and said, "If I die, can you help me pass on a message to Madam Zhao?"

"What?"

Pei Huirao smiled and said, "I am the leader of this riot in Beijing, so my death will not be as silent as those brothers before. My death must be spectacular, and I may even be tortured to death in public. Although the flesh and blood will be cut off, the skeleton will always be there. By then, I want a decent funeral."

The assassin said, "Okay, I'll definitely bring it to Madam!"

Pei Huirao continued: "Also, I want Tian Wu to be buried with me."

"Okay, I'll tell the lady too!"

"Also, I will lie on my front and he will lie on his side. Or, I can dig a smaller grave for him next to my main grave, so that he faces me."

The assassin still nodded: "Okay, I'll tell the lady as well!"

Pei Huirao smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Afterwards, Pei Huirao disguised herself as an old woman, carrying a bundle, and staggered into the city.

Yong'an is under extremely strict control. All city gates are under extreme guard and people entering and leaving are subject to strict body searches.

Even though Pei Huirao looked like an old woman, the guards at the city gate did not show any courtesy to her.

She had touched the hands of thousands of people. One of the guards grabbed her wrist and pulled her clothes up. The skin on her arm was the same as her face, yellow and wrinkled.

The guard then let them pass.

After Pei Huirao entered the city, she walked slowly around the city.

Finally, she stopped at Yan Qinglin’s residence, which was not far from the former Duke Dingguo’s Mansion.

Pei Huirao narrowed her aging eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

The last breath before losing freedom——

Okay, this life is worth it!

Pei Huirao's eyes became determined. She walked towards the gate of Yan Qinglin's mansion. Her throat moved slightly, and she was about to yell loudly to make everyone look at her, but her wrist tightened and someone pulled her back forcefully.

When she looked up, Pei Huirao was stunned, her eyes widened, and the wrinkles and fine lines at the corners of her eyes were stretched out of shape.

Tian Wu pulled her with such force that it almost crushed her bones.

Then, she was unexpectedly dragged into a dark alley by him, and her back hit the cold brick wall heavily.

Tian Wu's usually delicate and gentle eyebrows and eyes were now as sharp as a knife, veins were visible on his forehead, his breathing was rapid, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were burning with strong anger: "Pei Huirao, you are so dare! Are you going to die?!"

Pei Huirao couldn't remember how long they had been separated.

He seemed to have changed nothing, yet he seemed to have changed a lot.

After a pause, Pei Huirao curved her lips and smiled: "My lord, we meet again."

Tian Wu stared at her intently, as if he wanted to stare through her.

Pei Huirao sighed, "It's a pity that the city gates are too strictly guarded and are not allowed to carry knives. Otherwise, I would stab you right now."

After saying this, she suddenly looked fierce, pulled out a silver needle hidden in her waist, and was about to stab Tian Wu's neck. (End of this chapter)