Her guards

Chapter 22 The Young Master's Secret

"When I didn't see you at the usual place, Sheng You was almost scared to death."

"It was Peach Blossom who told him that you definitely wouldn't die and not to act rashly to avoid causing trouble, which calmed him down."

The boatman pressed his hand to his chest and patted it again.

"Later, when we went to Lu County and saw the marks you left behind, everyone was convinced that you were alright."

"But why did you go back to Zhao County again?"

Mo Zheng looked at the scattered lights on the river: "The Jiang family died because of me. Since I am not dead, I must avenge them."

The boatman frowned: "Young master, you're taking too much risk. Mr. Jiang and his family risked their lives for you. If something happens to you, they will die with regrets."

Mo Zheng remained silent for a moment, neither answering whether it was risky nor saying it wouldn't happen again, but only asking, "Have you found out who the person who killed me was?"

The boatman said, "These people, through the Li family who have no connection with us, did not do anything themselves and left no trace. The few survivors we managed to catch up with that night all committed suicide on the spot, and we still have no clue about them."

He lowered his head after saying that.

"Your subordinate is incompetent. Over the years, I have still failed to eliminate the traces, allowing Mr. Jiang to be exposed and putting you in danger."

Mo Zheng looked at the slowly flowing river.

“It’s not that you’re incompetent, it’s just that there was no other way,” he said softly. “Back then, we deliberately exposed our tracks to survive. We can’t complain about what we did back then just because we’re in danger now.”

The boatman's expression was somewhat complicated; he seemed lost in reminiscence as he gazed at the flowing water.

"You and Grandpa Zhang are penniless eunuchs with no survival skills, and I'm just a two-year-old sick child. How are we supposed to survive?"

"Only by telling others my identity can I become a rare commodity."

"Others measure my value, and we exchange it for a house to live in, enough to eat and wear, someone to serve us, and the ability to learn to read and write, and to learn martial arts."

"When Grandpa Zhang was sick, he was still able to get medical treatment and medicine. When he died, his nephew smashed a basin, and he was buried with dignity."

"Uncle Hong, you can now adopt ten sons, so you no longer have to worry about continuing the family line."

The boatman, Hong Lin, was amused and snapped out of his reverie, saying, "From what you've said, young master, we're really living quite well."

His voice lowered as he looked at the river.

"If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have truly believed it."

His eyes were cold and mocking.

Curious items to live in.

How can goods ever have a truly good life?

They were measured, imprisoned, sold, and fought over.

They moved from one person to another, constantly changing hands.

Although they had houses to live in, most of the time they were locked in secret rooms or cellars, never seeing the light of day, to avoid attracting attention. They wore coarse clothes and ate simple meals.

They say they have someone to serve them, but in reality, they are constantly being monitored.

As for teaching him to read and write, it was to calm the child down.

This child himself studied diligently, even resorting to extreme methods like hanging his head from the rafters and pricking his thigh with an awl, by eavesdropping and secretly reading, and managed to finish reading so many books.
Learning martial arts is just a way to amuse and tease this child.

It was this child who endured the teasing and practiced his skills diligently.

As for Grandpa Zhang's illness and his adoption of a godson, that has nothing to do with those people. It was because they went through hardships to finally get rid of those people, raised their own forces, and were no longer other people's goods, but made their own decisions that this was the result.

Over the years, they have tried to conceal their tracks and erase the traces they left behind, but...
"It seems that it has not been eliminated yet."

At this point, Hong Lin angrily slammed his fist on the boat plank.

"Mr. Jiang only stayed at the Qi family's house for three months while studying in Ganzhou. The Qi family was destroyed not long after that. It's amazing that someone found out about this."

“Traces that have existed can never be completely erased,” Mo Zheng said. “Since we’ve been found out, we’ll just have to deal with it as it comes.”

He looked at the boatman and smiled.

"Fortunately, we are no longer in a situation where we need to sell ourselves to survive."

"Taking our lives won't be so easy."

Yes, they now have their own men and hiding places, and they are not easily manipulated by others.

The boatman, Hong Lin, smiled.

“However, the enemy is in the shadows while you are in the open. You should go back to Yunling to take refuge first,” he said.

Mo Zheng shook her head and looked towards the cabin.

"I still need to escort Miss Yang to the capital. After all, she protected me."

He was on the run in the mountains that night.

The effects of the drug on his body had subsided, but he sensed that there was more than one group of people behind him.

Escaping won't be easy. Just then, they heard sounds of fighting coming from the mountains ahead.

So he rescued the young lady, causing the men chasing her to collide with those chasing him.

The two sides engaged in a chaotic battle.

Use your strength to fight.

To confuse the public.

He escaped successfully and even obtained a new identity to conceal his tracks.

The young lady's bodyguard.

Mo Zheng smiled, her lips curving into a smile.

If it weren't for this young lady, he wouldn't have had the chance to risk returning to Zhao County to avenge the Jiang family.

"I, Mo Zheng, will repay both my grudges and my kindness. I will ensure her safe arrival in the capital."

Hong Lin hesitated: "But that's the capital city. It's too dangerous for you to go there. Besides, the Li family has mentioned the treasures of the previous dynasty. The court will definitely investigate."

Mo Zheng shook her head: "Uncle Hong, as long as I am born and alive, there will always be danger. This is my fate, and I cannot escape it."

The shards of light rippled across the boy's face, carrying a hint of melancholy.

"Fate," Hong Lin sighed inwardly, lowering his head. "Yes, Your subordinate obeys."

Mo Zheng chuckled: "Uncle Hong, don't worry. The most dangerous place is also the safest. I'll be safer in the capital."

Hong Lin raised his head: "Young Master, send Sheng You and Tao Hua over to the capital."

Mo Zheng nodded: "You should lead the people in the mountains to retreat as soon as possible, lest they be wiped out."

Hong Lin responded, "Yes."

Mo Zheng didn't say anything more and stood up.

Perhaps it was the strain on my shoulders and back, I couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

Hong Lin, as if remembering something, hurriedly asked, "Young Master, how is your injury?"

He was first attacked with drugs, and he ran away at the cost of his life, so he must have been injured. Then he returned to Zhao County and killed more than a dozen people by himself, so it was impossible for him to be unharmed.

Moreover, he was blocked and searched by Xiuyi, and in order to avoid discovering his old wounds, he used the conflict to inflict new wounds on himself.

“I controlled the angle so that the cut on the embroidered garment wasn’t too deep,” Mo Zheng said. “It just added to the original wound, making the opening a bit bigger.”

Thinking of this, I looked towards the cabin.

They had already prepared for the worst, so that if things really came to a bad end, they could use Yang Luo's true identity to avoid being killed on the spot.

Unexpectedly, things didn't turn out to be the worst. Before Wei could even investigate, Yang Luo had just been stabbed when he revealed his identity.

This young lady was even kinder than I expected; kind people should be rewarded.

Mo Zheng smiled slightly and walked towards the cabin.

"I'm going to change my dressing."

Hong Lin watched his retreating figure and hurriedly said, "Young master, let me help you."

Mo Zheng waved her hand with her back turned, "I can do it myself without it."

Hong Lin hesitated for a moment: "Young master, I am a palace attendant."

His voice was very soft, and the boy probably didn't hear him, walking straight into the cabin.

Hong Lin let out a soft breath, lowered his head to steer the boat, making it sail more steadily in the night.

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The lights were off in the small compartment of the cabin, and Yang Luo was fast asleep on his small bed.

Mo Zheng stood by another small bed, took off her outer robe and inner garment, and untied the thick wrappings around her shoulders, arms and back.

A night breeze blew in, and the outside lights danced through the windows in the cabin, scattering across the standing, naked bodies.

Sloping shoulders, thin back, slender waist, and graceful curves.

Mo Zheng turned her head slightly, and the medicinal powder in her hand fell like snowflakes, landing on the hideous wound on her shoulder and back.

Everyone has their own secrets.

There are young ladies in distress.

There are also hunters who rescue people in the mountains and forests.

I didn't expect so many people had already guessed it, hahaha, as expected, nothing escapes the eyes of the readers.

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(End of this chapter)