Her guards

Chapter 19 Miss Has a Solution

Mo Zheng's consciousness was wavering, and the surroundings were sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet.

He covered his mouth and nose with his hand before he fell.

The cuffs, stained with medicine beforehand, exuded a strong odor.

He bit his cuff, and the remaining powder slid into his mouth.

It makes you want to vomit.

It also helps people stay conscious.

He could hear Yang Luo's shrill voice and the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

He struggled to get up.

"Ah Sheng, don't move, don't move." Yang Luo's voice came, and a pair of hands pressed on his shoulders. "We can go back to the inn now."

We can go back to the inn now.

"Don't let them help me up," Mo Zheng said forcefully.

Yang Luo helped him up.

"I'll help you, I'll help you!" she shouted, then yelled at the approaching soldiers, "Don't touch him!"

Mo Zheng heard Wei Jiao chuckle, "A dog-like thing, and quite fierce at that."

He stood up with Yang Luo's help, swaying unsteadily. The exertion caused even more intense pain in his wound.

That's good, pain can keep one conscious.

Yang Luo half-supported and half-dragged the hunter boy toward the inn. The inn, which was originally small, now seemed to take an exceptionally long walk. When they finally returned to their room, the hunter boy was almost entirely covered in blood.

Yang Luo hurriedly tried to undress him and called for a doctor.

The young hunter, however, held onto his clothes.

"I can do it myself," he said weakly.

Yang Luo stamped her foot: "What kind of time is this to still be so strict about separating men and women!"

The young hunter seemed too weak to speak, but he held onto his clothes tightly, refusing to be touched.

“I have medicine,” he said only. “I can stop the bleeding myself.”

Yang Luo had no choice but to give up on undressing him and hurriedly went to find medicine. She knew that the boy had prepared a lot of medicine in advance for the journey, and he was also very good at treating his own injuries, which was a hunter's skill.

Sure enough, she found a bunch of medicine in the bundle on the table and brought it all over.

Which one to use?

Mo Zheng first grabbed a small porcelain bottle, poured the small pills inside into her mouth, and mumbled as she swallowed, "I can do it myself, you..."

He looked at Yang Luo, a look of guilt appearing on his pale face.

"It's my incompetence that prevented me from protecting you, and you ended up exposing your identity."

The girl had asked him to be her bodyguard in order to conceal her identity, but she didn't expect that she would still expose her identity to the authorities not long after they set off.

Yang Luo said, "I concealed my identity to save my life. I was about to die just now, so what's the point of hiding it?"

Mo Zheng shook her head: "You said before that the person who wanted to kill you was in cahoots with the government..."

He was still worried and felt guilty, but Yang Luo smiled and said, "It's alright, I have a way."

"Is there another way?" the young hunter asked suspiciously.

Yang Luo stamped her foot: "Don't worry about that, just stop the bleeding quickly."

As he spoke, a patch of blood had already dripped from the boy's feet.

"You know it's dangerous ahead, so hurry up and heal your injuries." Yang Luo didn't insist on him taking off his clothes and applying medicine, and turned to walk out: "Now that you're injured, I'll protect you. You should take your medicine quickly."

Mo Zheng nodded heavily behind Yang Luo and watched her walk out.

The door closed, the guilt and heaviness on his face disappeared, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he lowered his gaze.

"Thank you for protecting me, Miss."

……

.......
"The young lady of the Duke of Ding'an's mansion?"

Wei Jiao had just finished eating and was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Luo was also secretly watching him. She didn't know what he had eaten, but his lips were red, making his skin look even whiter. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, as if he had a natural smile.

Wei Jiao looked up.

The smile in his eyes was like ice shards.

Yang Luo quickly avoided eye contact.

He's handsome, no wonder the princesses fight over him, but he's also truly frightening, not only for the chill in his eyes, but also for his ruthlessness in killing without hesitation.

"Which lady?" Wei Jiao asked, then smiled. "Make up a good story. You only have one chance."

He said this while twirling his finger.

Out of the corner of Yang Luo's eye, she saw a small, snake-like sword twirling in his finger, gleaming with a bluish light. "Actually, I'm not exactly a young lady from the Ding'an Duke's family," she said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whirling little snake sword stopped spinning...
“I am the niece of the Lady of Ding’an. My surname is Yuan. My mother is the younger sister of the Lady of Ding’an. She married into the Yuan family in Tengzhou…” Yang Luo said in one breath until she almost choked and had to catch her breath.

Wei Jiao slowly turned the small sword in his hand.

Yang Luo took a deep breath and continued, "Duke Ding'an Yang Bin is my uncle-in-law, and Duchess Ding'an Ren Xiulan is my aunt. My eldest cousin is named Yang Shanshu, and my younger cousin is named Yang Hui."

Wei Jiao looked at her and smiled: "You memorized it quite well."

The man's smile was ambiguous, making Yang Luo uneasy, and her eyes darted around.

"If you can't lie, don't lie," Wei Jiao said with a look of disgust. "It looks incredibly stupid."

Yang Luo was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed: "I didn't lie... I just... couldn't reveal my identity..."

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow: "What's inconvenient about it? Is it that the Duke of Ding'an's status is something that can't be seen in public, or that the Yuan family of Tengzhou is something that can't be seen in public?"

"This guy is really rude," Yang Luo thought, staring at him wide-eyed, unsure how to respond.

A voice called out from behind, "Stop!"

Yang Luo subconsciously turned his head and saw Mo Zheng walking over.

The boy changed his clothes, and the thick bandages on his arms and back showed that he had been treated with medicine, but bloodstains still seeped out as he walked. He was also obviously exhausted, but he still dragged a knife in his hand.

He seemed not to hear the embroidered guards standing around him who shouted at him, and just kept looking at Yang Luo as he walked over step by step.

This child is so honest; even in this situation, he still struggles to protect her.

"Ah Sheng," Yang Luo called out hurriedly, "Don't move, I'm fine, I'm explaining to the Commandant Wei."

Mo Zheng stopped moving, but her gaze remained fixed on Wei Jiao.

Wei Jiao looked at the boy over there and found it somewhat amusing.

"Looks like a dog." he said.

Yang Luo didn't want to listen to him anymore and stepped forward: "It's something I did that I can't show to others."

She clenched her hands tightly in front of her, as if using all her strength.

“I ran away from home. I was eloping. My parents had arranged a marriage for me that I didn’t like, and I was going to stay with my aunt.”

“My family must be searching for me everywhere. I’m afraid I’ll be taken back.”

She covered her face with her hands, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Please, don't hand me over to the authorities."

"Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to die."

After saying that, the girl burst into tears.

Just then, a guard in embroidered robes ran in from the street.

"Captain," he whispered to Wei Jiao, "Old Madam Li has confessed."

Wei Jiao scoffed, "How boring. Why don't you just stick it out to the end?"

As he spoke, he looked at the hunter boy standing there. Seeing the girl start to cry, the young guard, who had been obediently standing still, was about to step forward again when the embroidered-clad men pressed their knives against his chest, and blood seeped from his chest.

Wei Jiao clicked his tongue in admiration: "What a good dog."

He stood up and staggered out.

Yang Luo was still standing there, covering her face. When she heard footsteps, she looked through her hands and saw that Wei Jiao had left, and the women in embroidered clothes had followed her.

"Miss." Mo Zheng, leaning on her bamboo pole, finally reached her side and whispered, "Are you alright?"

Yang Luo raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

She was indeed lying, but what she said was all true.

In that lifetime, at the same time she was heading to the capital, her maternal aunt's niece, who was also on her way to the capital to escape an arranged marriage.

Miss Yuan was very lucky to be able to hide her identity and come to the Duke of Ding'an's mansion, but she was also very unlucky. Her aunt could not rescue her and even tricked her into being put into a carriage and sent home.

Then we heard nothing more from Ms. Yuan.

These are sufficient.

If Wei Jiao goes to the Yuan family to investigate, it is absolutely true that Miss Yuan ran away from home.

By establishing their kinship ties with the Duke of Ding'an's family, Wei Jiao could no longer simply demand that she be killed and her corpse used for identification.

Moreover, the fact that she named the people in the Duke of Ding'an's mansion so accurately is enough to prove that she was not lying.

Wei Jiao's goal is to investigate the traitors and criminals; he won't really hold a grudge against her.

Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "It should be alright now."

The young hunter breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss is really amazing. I couldn't help at all."

"Are you still ashamed?" Yang Luo laughed.

It's good that you feel ashamed; you owe her, and you'll help her kill people in the future.

Kill all those who harmed her!
(End of this chapter)