Her guards

Chapter 18 Leaving Isn't That Easy

"My young lady is not in good health and has been frightened."

The young hunter looked at Wei Jiao, his eyes filled with fear, but he did not panic.

"Indeed, I have been taking medication."

The shop assistants chimed in, "Your Honor, we have prepared herbs to brew a calming soup for our guests."

Many other guests also sniffed themselves, and whispers rang out, "I drank it too," "I smell like it too," "I should have known better than to drink it."

A soldier who had just finished searching the inn whispered to Wei Jiao, "There were indeed a lot of herbs and herbal decoctions in the inn."

As the soldiers approached, Wei Jiao could smell the medicinal odor emanating from them.

Magistrate Huang, having just finished searching a house, noticed something odd and quickly asked, "Commander Wei, is something amiss?"

Wei Jiao hummed in agreement: "Something doesn't feel right."

Something felt off. What exactly was wrong? Magistrate Huang paused, not daring to ask Wei Jiao, and looked at the officials, as well as Mo Zheng and Yang Luo.

"What's going on? Who is this person?" he demanded.

The official hurriedly stepped forward and repeated what Yang Luo had just said.

"From Lu County?" Magistrate Huang frowned. "Where in Lu County is it?"

Yang Luo leaned slightly out from behind Mo Zheng and whispered, "It's in Willow Lane. My house is next to Yichun Hall."

Because Lu County was nearby, Magistrate Huang was familiar with it and knew of Willow Lane, where Yichun Hall was also quite famous.

The accent and place names are fine.

Wei Jiao sensed something was off. It was just a young girl and a servant...

The little girl was already tearful and pale, and the little guard was still stiffening his neck, but his legs were also trembling slightly.

We can't just kill them on the spot because we feel something's wrong, can we?
Magistrate Huang couldn't help but turn around to look at Wei Jiao, only to see Wei Jiao smiling at him, as if expecting him to do something.

"This madman," Magistrate Huang cursed inwardly. He could never bring himself to kill someone on the spot just because he sensed something was wrong. Gritting his teeth, he looked at the young girl and said, "Since she's from Lu County, take her there..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Luo froze, and just as she was about to speak, Mo Zheng nudged her with her arm.

The two were now on the same wavelength, and Yang Luo immediately swallowed back what he was about to say.

She absolutely cannot return to Lu County to be questioned.

However, even if Magistrate Huang sends someone to take her back, she might not actually be taken back.

She has a bodyguard, Ah Sheng.

Once they leave Zhao County, Asheng will definitely find a way to help her escape.

How many men could Magistrate Huang send to accompany them? He certainly wouldn't use the entire garrison to escort them.

Her biggest problem now is being trapped in Zhao County, right under Wei Jiao's nose. If she could get out, if she could escape Wei Jiao...

Yang Luo bowed to Magistrate Huang, choking back tears, and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency, thank you, Your Excellency."

After saying that, he stepped forward, looking as if he was about to follow immediately. His expression was no longer as anxious as before, and he could not hide his joy.

"I would be eternally grateful if you could escort me back, sir."

Now that the words had been spoken, and Wei Jiao behind him still hadn't said anything, Magistrate Huang pointed to four or five constables: "You few escort her to Lu County and find out the truth."

Several officers responded with "Yes," and gestured to Yang Luo and Mo Zheng: "Let's go."

Yang Luo stepped forward without hesitation, with Mo Zheng following behind with her eyes downcast. The officials made way, and the soldiers looked away. The two walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the embroidered woman...

Wei Jiao, who had been smiling and silent the whole time, raised her chin and said, "Take it."

Before the officials and those around them could react, the embroidered-clothed man had already moved in an instant, but someone was a step faster than them.

With a clang, Yang Luo saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and was shielded behind the hunter boy: "Don't touch my young lady!"

Yang Luo let out a scream.

Mo Zheng drew the long sword hidden behind her back and pointed it at the embroidered guards who had surrounded her.

The two sides were already very close, and upon suddenly seeing the other side draw their swords, the embroidered guards reacted instantly.

With a clang, swords clashed, sparks flying.

Figures crisscrossed, followed by the flash of swords.

"Take him!"

"Murder!!" "Don't run around!"

The people in the street screamed and tried to escape, the officials retreated in panic, the soldiers clashed their swords to stop the fleeing crowd, and the hunting dogs barked wildly.

Magistrate Huang was stunned. What happened? Why did a fight suddenly break out?

"My lord, step back."

Swords have no eyes. He was escorted aside by the officials, while Magistrate Huang looked at the master and servant.

Is there really a problem?

The young lady fell to the ground, and her guards tumbled about, their long swords forcing back the embroidered guards who had surrounded them.

The young guard was quite skilled.

But the Embroidered-Clad Guards were also quite skilled, and there were many of them.

In a blur, a knife pressed down on the young guard's longsword. The young guard kicked away the knife that came from behind, but a blade flashed from the side, accompanied by a muffled groan. The young guard's body went down, and he knelt on one knee, blood seeping from his left arm.

He rolled on the ground, ignoring his arm injury, and kicked the embroidered guard who had slashed him to the ground.

Countless blades flashed overhead, suppressing him so he couldn't get up. Even so, the young man didn't throw down his sword. Lying on the ground, he repelled the Embroidered-Clad Guards one after another, firmly protecting Yang Luo behind him.

Yang Luo covered her mouth tightly with her hand to prevent her scream from affecting the boy's concentration, but she would still influence him, after all, he was trying his best to protect her from being caught by the Embroidered-Robed Guards—

It turned out that leaving wasn't so easy after all.

Wei Jiao would never let her go.

Amidst his confused thoughts, the boy once again repelled a barrage of sword flashes, but as he tried to get up, his injured arm caused him to stagger slightly, revealing an opening. Instantly, a sword slashed at his back.

Yang Luo's scream burst out from between her hands as she watched the young guard fall to his death in front of her, his clothes ripped open, and blood instantly staining her vision.

“Ah Sheng——”

She pounced.

"stop--"

"Wei Jiao, are you trying to kill someone?!"

Wei Jiao, who had been quietly watching the fight, slightly raised her hand, and the embroidered guards' swords stopped above the girl's head.

“That’s right.” Wei Jiao looked at Yang Luo and said with a smile, “What’s wrong with killing someone who is hiding their identity and acting suspiciously?”

Yang Luo gritted her teeth and looked at him: "I didn't..."

"Still lying?" Wei Jiao interrupted her, his smile fading. "Living people are such a hassle."

His expression turned cold as he looked at Magistrate Huang.

"Who said you could bring living people? Can't you identify a dead person if you bring one?"

Magistrate Huang stood by, speechless.

Wei Jiao stopped looking at him and waved his hand.

"killed."

As he spoke, the embroidered guards, who had stopped, swung their swords at Yang Luo without hesitation.

Yang Luo instinctively screamed, and the young guard who had been lying on the ground with injuries to his shoulders, back, and arms and seemed to have fainted suddenly jumped up.

With a clang, the longsword and saber were knocked away. Due to excessive force or lack of strength, Mo Zheng's longsword also fell from her hand, and more swords and sabers came slashing down from all sides.

Mo Zheng turned around and stood in front of Yang Luo.

The unarmed young guards prepared to use their own flesh and blood as shields and swords for their final protection.

Yang Luo grabbed him, but instead of hiding in his arms, she stood up.

"Wei Jiao, I am from the Duke of Ding'an's mansion," she shouted shrilly.

A clang rang out.

Wei Jiao, on horseback, flicked his hand, and a hidden sword flew out, deflecting the knife that was about to fall on the master and servant.

The knife grazed the guard's arm before falling.

Yang Luo was breathing heavily, her face deathly pale.

Mo Zheng seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and knelt down on one knee with a thud.

(End of this chapter)