Her guards

Chapter 117 Kind-hearted Mo Zheng

When Mo Zheng started making up stories about her father from the neighbors' gossip when she was a child, she found that Wei Jiao wasn't listening at all and had fallen asleep again, just like last time.

She stopped speaking, looked at the young man squatting on the eaves, wrapped in a thick cloak with his head on his knees, and frowned.

Wei Jiao almost never refuted what she said, but he also didn't believe her at all.

This guy is a real pain.

If he cared, he neither kidnapped her nor exposed her.

He seemed indifferent, staring intently at her and occasionally uttering something rather alarming.

Mo Zheng looked at Wei Jiao, who was curled up like a stone beast, smoothed her brows, and her eyes became deep.

This health officer is a problem...

On a smaller scale, his constant late-night visits kept her awake, and she still had to study, go to school, and take exams.

On a grander scale, he was her mortal enemy.

He investigated Jiang Wangchun's plot to rebel, and behind Jiang Wangchun's plot was the remnant of the previous dynasty's princes, namely her.

His fixation on "Yang Luo" was probably driven by an intuition he himself was unaware of.

Furthermore, Yang Luo recounts that his eventual annihilation is also due to Wei Jiao's father, Wei Cui—the sins of the father are the sins of the son…

Mo Zheng mentally dismissed the idea, deciding that father and son were still father and son, respectively.

She looked at Wei Jiao, who remained motionless.

In short, it's best to get rid of this person first.

However, just because someone appears to be asleep doesn't mean you can kill them so easily.

The moment she reveals her murderous intent, Wei Jiao will wake up instantly.
The chances of killing him aren't very high either. There are still many embroidered warriors outside. If Wei Jiaozhen dies here, she will have to continue her life as a fugitive in the mountains, and may face extermination even sooner than in her previous life.

Mo Zheng touched her neck.

She still wants to live unless absolutely necessary.

She looked at Wei Jiao, her eyes narrowing slightly. Killing doesn't necessarily require a knife.
There was another reason why Wei Jiao came to the Duke of Ding'an's residence, besides to question her.

She raised her gaze and looked over Wei Jiao at the entire mansion, having also found out all the information about Wei Jiao.

This Ding'an Duke's Mansion was originally Zhao Tan's former residence. Back then, when Wei Cui fled, Wei's wife became Zhao Tan's concubine and lived here with Wei Jiao.

News also came from spies on the street that Wei Jiao had gone mad in Qin'an City and was wandering around outside in the middle of the night.

Wei Jiao appears to be lucid, but she is actually still ill...

Mo Zheng's gaze fell on Wei Jiao again.

The cause of Wei Jiao's illness...

"Wei Jiao." She put away the hidden dagger in her hand, softened her posture, and said softly from behind, "Your parents don't want you anymore."

As the words fell, the curled-up stone beast trembled in the dim light.

Mo Zheng fell from the eaves without hesitation, and the people above did not chase after her.

She stood on the ground and looked up, seeing that Wei Jiao was still squatting on the eaves, but the tightly wrapped cloak had fallen off like a stone breaking, revealing a thin nightgown as soft as moonlight.

Wei Jiao raised her head, which was resting on her lap, seemingly looking at Mo Zheng standing in the courtyard in the night, and then perhaps looking past her at the others...

"Ah Jiao!"

The woman entered the courtyard with a smile on her face.

"Mother!" Wei Jiao reached out his hand to the woman.

His hands were small and his body was round; the woman reached out and picked him up, holding him in her arms.

A mother's embrace is warm and soft.

Wei Jiao breathed a sigh of relief. He had just been told that his parents didn't want him anymore, which had really scared him to death.

But when she opened her mouth, she cried out...

"What is A-Jiao saying?" His mother reached out and pinched his nose, laughing as she said, "Why does A-Jiao talk so much?"

A deep, resonant male voice came from outside the door, "What's wrong, A-Jiao?"

Wei Jiao looked up and saw a refined-looking man standing next to her mother.

"Father!"

Wei Jiao reached out her hand to him.

His father picked him up and tossed him into the air. He giggled and looked down at his mother and father standing side by side, their faces beaming.

"Let's go, let's take Ajiao to the capital!" his father said, hugging him.

"He's only a few months old, taking him along might disturb you," the mother said worriedly.

The father held him and his mother in his arms, saying, "I don't want to be separated from you for even a moment longer."

His mother snuggled up to him and giggled along with him.

The next moment, he was suddenly shoved into his mother's arms...

"Wei Lang!" His mother hugged him, watching his father about to leave.

Besides the father, there were many other people standing outside the door, their faces blurred, but they looked fierce.

The father turned around and hugged him and his mother: "Don't worry, I'm going to check on Erlang and Sanlang, I'll be back soon."

His father pinched his cheek.

"Be good at home, Ajiao. Your father will bring you something delicious when he comes back!"

He tried to grab his father's hand, but his father had already walked away, further and further away, leaving only his father's voice saying to someone else, "Please take good care of my wife and children."

With the father's disappearance, everything in the world vanished.

Fortunately, he still had his mother. He nestled tightly in her arms, and she held him close, gently comforting him, "Ah Jiao, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

But the next moment he was suddenly pulled out of his mother's arms. He screamed, and his mother screamed as a huge shadow loomed over them.

"He's lying to you! He's never coming back! He's gone!!" the man in the shadows roared.

"No, no, Prime Minister, please calm down. He will come back. He promised us, mother and son..." the mother said, tears streaming down her face, as she looked into the shadows.

Yes, yes, Father will come back! Father promised him and even bought him delicious food!

The person in the shadows burst into maniacal laughter.

"He's lying to you! He planned to run away from the beginning!"

"He's using you all to fool me!"

"Not only you! He also accused Wei Er and Wei San of treason!!"

"Everything is for my own benefit!"

"He ran away!"

He abandoned his brothers!

"He abandoned his wife and children!"

He doesn't want you!

He didn't want them anymore. Wei Jiao stared blankly as his mother lay prostrate on the ground, weeping.

If he doesn't want it, then he doesn't want it. He still has his mother.

He crawled toward his mother, but she crawled toward the shadows ahead.

"Prime Minister, please don't be angry!" The mother hugged the person in the shadows, raised her head, and said softly, "This humble concubine is willing to relieve the Prime Minister's worries."

The figure in the shadows burst into maniacal laughter, and a pair of hands reached out, lifting the mother into their arms...

Mother! Wei Jiao crawled towards her mother with all her might, but her mother had already been carried away!
He shouted desperately, but could only whimper.

The shadow seemed to have heard it and stopped. "Hey, that kid's calling you!"

The mother glanced back at him, then looked away, hugging the tall shadow even tighter: "His father doesn't want him anymore, why should I care about him!"

The shadows laughed maniacally.

Wei Jiao lay blankly on the ground, watching the shadow carry his mother further and further away until he was all alone in the world.

He sat there blankly, the stench of fish emanating from his nostrils.

He looked around, and more shadows slowly surrounded him, transforming into hunting dogs of all sizes, with blood-red eyes, chilling teeth, and low, guttural whimpers...

Here we go again. Oh well, here we go.

When they came, he continued to bite them to death!
He lay prone on the ground, whimpering, and pounced on the nearest hunting dog.

……

……

Mo Zheng leaped back onto the roof and saw Wei Jiao biting her arm with her head down. Blood dripped from her arm, staining her soft white nightgown like blooming flowers.

He seemed to sense someone approaching and looked up.

His eyes were open, but they were pitch black and indistinct. He bared his teeth at the newcomer, his fine white teeth stained with blood, making him look exceptionally eerie.

But instead of lunging at it, it slammed its bared teeth down onto the back of its hand, biting down hard until blood seeped out.

Mo Zheng also bared her teeth; how pitiful.

She saw bloodstains on her wrists with signs of binding, yet her arms were still covered in fresh scars.

What use is it to bind limbs with ropes when madness has seeped into the soul?

Mo Zheng reached up and touched her cheek; she had been a bit too vicious just now.
Sigh, there's nothing I can do. It's not her fault; it's all Wei Jiao's fault for disturbing her sleep.

When you don't sleep well, you're more likely to become irritable and have bad thoughts.

Well, it's not easy to even survive.

If you can live, then live.

Mo Zheng stepped forward and instantly wrapped her arms around Wei Jiao's shoulders from behind.

Wei Jiao suddenly turned around and bit her arm.

This piece of shit!

Mo Zheng cursed inwardly, but instead of loosening her grip, she tightened her arms even more, and at the same time, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on Wei Jiao's nape.

The hunting dogs collapsed to the ground.

Wei Jiao knelt on the ground, looking at the last hunting dog.

This was no longer a hunting dog; it was a puppy. A puppy is still a dog, and it bared its teeth at him, letting out a childish growl.

Then bite it to death!
Wei Jiao opened his mouth to pounce, but a hunting dog lying on the ground jumped up. Instead of attacking, it bit the puppy's neck, picked it up, and then backed away.

Wei Jiao stared blankly at the puppy that was being bitten without struggling at all.

Even dogs have mothers.

The mother protected the puppy and retreated.

The hound's carcass lying on the ground began to thrash, then rose again, and the shadows around him once more enveloped him.

Wei Jiao tensed up, letting out a low growl as he prepared to pounce, but the next moment teeth bit into the back of his neck.
He was instantly suspended in mid-air, like a puppy being picked up.

He, he, he also, has
He was suspended in mid-air, stiff, feeling the pain coming from the back of his neck.

Whether it was because he stopped attacking or because they were afraid of what was behind him, the hunting dogs that had stood up gradually disappeared.

Silence returned to the world.

It's over. I don't need to bite anymore.

He closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)