Her guards

Chapter 115 Sleeping Soundly
Mo Zheng knew that although Wei Jiao had not questioned her again before, it did not mean that he did not suspect her.

Especially when she heard her say in the library that she hadn't slept well at night because she was scared.

Others may not know her skills, but Wei Jiao has witnessed them firsthand.

Wei Jiao must have guessed something from this and came to inquire.

Mo Zheng then honestly admitted, "Captain, I didn't wander around every night, only once or twice."

Wei Jiao exclaimed, "No matter how many things there are, you can't cram them all in one or two sessions. Just break them up and do them in several sessions. That way, you won't be so tired that you'll have to sleep in the library."

Mo Zheng curtsied and said, "Thank you for your concern, Commandant. I'm not that tired."

That bastard actually dares to play dumb and act like a fool, just like him! What word of his did he say that showed any concern for her?
Wei Jiao stood up: "Miss Yang, I am an outsider. Why don't you let your family take care of you?"

He looked up and gazed in one direction of the house.

"It's not easy being the uncle of the Duke of Ding'an. If he were woken up in the middle of the night again to say that his niece had been attacked again, he would be terrified."

"Captain," Mo Zheng stepped forward, "please don't disturb my uncle. I'm going to tell you what I've been doing!"

Wei Jiao glanced down at her from his high vantage point, then turned and walked away to the other side.

"Wouldn't she really go and wake up Duke Ding'an? This person is full of malice towards everyone. The reason we didn't expose her before was just to wait and see what kind of show it would be." Mo Zheng hurriedly followed.

Anyway, she didn't need to hide her skills from Wei Jiao.

She hurried after him and whispered, "Captain, listen to me, I have a secret to tell you—"

No matter how she shouted, the figures in front of her rose and fell, landing on the eaves or stepping on the courtyard wall, without turning their heads.

As Mo Zheng chased after him, she slid the hidden weapon she was holding in her hand back into her sleeve.

Wei Jiao did not go directly to the Duke of Ding'an's courtyard, but wandered around.

Mo Zheng did not believe that Wei Jiao did not know where the Duke of Ding'an lived.

This wasn't searching; it was more like strolling around.

……

.......
The two palace lanterns that the women in embroidered robes had left were also extinguished, and the people blended into the night, making the Ding'an Duke's Mansion seem as if it had gained an extra outer wall.

"Is it appropriate for the Commandant to go here?" a woman in embroidered robes asked in a low voice.

The captain said he wanted to question that Miss Yang.

But wouldn't it be the same to call people out and question them?
Why bother going yourself?
Another voice, embroidered in robes, protested: "What's inappropriate about it? His Majesty only forbade the Commandant from entering the palace; he didn't say he couldn't move around."

“Yes, so what if the Duke of Ding’an’s mansion is more favored by the emperor than the Marquis of Yichun? They are still his subjects.”

The woman in embroidered robes coughed lightly, "That's not what I meant. I meant, have you forgotten that the Duke of Ding'an's mansion was originally..."

He didn't say the rest of his words, but the others immediately understood.

The former residence of Zhao Tan of the previous dynasty.

The captain had fallen ill after receiving something from his father.

Although she hasn't fallen ill again along the way, and the imperial physicians are still using her medicine, she seems to be fine, but...

Whether it was caused by an attack of his illness or by the medicine prescribed by the imperial physicians, the captain had been unable to fall asleep for some time.

That's why I wander around at night.

Will going here trigger my illness again?

The woman in embroidered robes looked towards the mansion, which was shrouded in night and glowing with a soft light.

After all, this is where Wei Jiao and his mother lived when he was a child.

……

.......
Artificial hills piled up, ancient wooden pavilions, winding streams, and the elegant fragrance of winter plum blossoms.

Wei Jiao sat motionless on the artificial hill, wrapped in a cloak, staring at the dark garden shrouded in night.

"Captain, the garden of the Duke of Ding'an's mansion..." Mo Zheng said softly, standing on a treetop.

“It looks terrible,” Wei Jiao interrupted her, taking over the conversation.

Mo Zheng nodded: "Don't worry, Commandant, I'll talk to my uncle tomorrow and find someone to repair it again..."

"What's the other secret?" Wei Jiao interrupted her and asked.

Mo Zheng jumped down from the tree and landed at the foot of the artificial hill. She looked up at Wei Jiao and said, "The butcher couple in the alley are my accomplices."

Wei Jiao looked down at her and drawled out an "oh".

“Captain, you witnessed the devastation in Baima Town with your own eyes. Of course, I escaped with the help of my accomplices,” Mo Zheng said. “I also told you that I don’t trust the people here…” She glanced around.

"So after arriving in Beijing, not only did I change my identity, but they also changed theirs, becoming butchers to cover it up."

"So I would sneak out at night to meet them, and I also asked them to investigate who killed me and my mother."

After saying that, he looked at Wei Jiao and took another step forward.

"Captain, I must find out who wants to kill me, and I also need to guard against others trying to kill me. Please help me..."

Wei Jiao looked only at the garden shrouded in night ahead and said, "Miss Yang, wait until you've thought through all the secrets before you say that."

“I’m not lying to you,” Mo Zheng said hurriedly. “Captain, you’re the most capable. Everyone else is afraid of you, but you’re not afraid of anyone. I believe in you. Only you can help me…”

After exchanging a few words, there was no further response from above. Mo Zheng looked up and saw Wei Jiao leaning against the rock. Although his body remained still, he was no longer as stiff as a stone. His head was slightly lowered and resting on his knees...

Seems to be asleep.

Fell asleep? !

.......
.......
In the afternoon, Ling Yu walked into the library with a book in her hand and came to Wang Zaitian's room.

"Good, Wei Jiao didn't come last night or today," he said with satisfaction.

Wang Zaitian glanced at the book and casually remarked, "What's so good about this? You don't study for a day."

“What kind of academic candidate is he? He’ll only be a distraction to others,” Ling Yu said.

Wang Zaitian turned a page and nodded: "Yes, one person sleeping in the library is enough."

Lingyu understood the meaning behind Wang Zaitian's words: Ah Sheng has come to the library to sleep again today.

When I came in, I didn't see the princess and her companions. I asked the tutor and he said that because the exams are coming up soon, the princess and her companions are busy studying and won't be coming to read for the time being.

“Yes, now that no one else is coming, she’s quite at ease,” Wang Zaitian said, turning a page of his book. “She’s hiding behind the bookshelf, sleeping like a log.”

"I see," Ling Yu sighed softly. "Ah Sheng has really had it tough." Then she looked at Wang Zaitian and said, "Sir, cherish your time to read. Not everyone is lucky enough to read without any worries."

"I've spent half my life wandering and escaping, and I've hardly had a carefree day!" Wang Zaitian threw the book at Ling Yu. "Do you need to teach me!"

Ling Yu caught the book Wang Zaitian threw to her, glanced at it with interest, and kept it in her hand. However, she didn't lower her head to read the book. Instead, she asked, "Teacher, are you going to choose a female disciple for this exam?"

Wang Zaitian corrected him: "It's not about choosing a female disciple, it's about choosing the top student as your disciple."

Ling Yu laughed and said, "Then it must be A Sheng."

Wang Zaitian said, "Oh, that might not be her."

Who else could it be but Ah Sheng? Ling Yu laughed and said, "Sir, don't look down on yourself."

That was a talented person whom the master had recognized long ago.

Wang Zaitian glanced at him and stroked his beard: "It's not that I look down on myself, it's just that there are people who might not dare to do it."

……

.......
I wonder if it's because I slept in the library, which was very close to Wang Zaitian.

Mo Zheng had another dream.

I dreamt of the first time I met Wang Zaitian.

The old eunuch Zhang excitedly pointed out the house in front of her.

"Look, that's Wang Zaitian, he's the best gentleman of our time."

“A good teacher is not only knowledgeable, young master, how wonderful it would be if you could become his disciple.”

Mo Zheng looked at the old man in the house ahead, who was smiling and talking about something.

Although she was too far away to hear clearly, one could still discern what she was saying from her moving lips, and even the simplest scriptures could captivate the listener.

With such a gentleman as a guide, one will surely be able to roam freely in the vast sea of ​​books from ancient times to the present.

But no, she...

As a soldier passed by, she instinctively lowered her head and moved away from the wall, with the old eunuch Zhang also shielding her tightly behind him.

A commotion came from her ears. She looked out through the crack. There was no study or teacher giving a lecture. There was only blood on the ground and the scattered corpses of the old and young.

Jiang Wangchun, stabbed by the knife, knelt on the ground, looking up at her.

"Walk--"

Mo Zheng trembled slightly as she woke from her dream. Without any hesitation or getting up, she simply raised her hand to cover her face with the book, as if she were still asleep.

(End of this chapter)