Her guards

Chapter 42 If you encounter an enemy, beat them up first.

Yang Luo stood in front of Dengyun Tower, examining the large characters on it.

“Yesterday, I chatted with servants from other families outside the academy and heard them say that Dengyun Tower is the best restaurant,” Mo Zheng said from behind, looking at the magnificent building. “It does look… very expensive.”

Yang Luo murmured, "I've often heard its name before, but I've never been here."

In that lifetime, Yang Hui said, "We invited the princess to Dengyun Tower." Her cousin, Yang Shanshu, brought her some pastries after the banquet, saying, "Dengyun Tower's pastries are the most famous in the capital."

Zhu Yunxiao...

“I was on my way to a banquet at Dengyun Tower when I met you, Miss. What a coincidence.”

Yang Luo lowered her gaze and sighed softly.

Listening to the young lady's words and observing her expression, Mo Zheng knew that she must have foreseen something again, and that the foresight was not pleasant.

“Then you can experience it this time,” she said. “Miss, you don’t need to save money today. Being born as a human being means experiencing life to the fullest.”

Should one experience more of life as a human being? Last time, she lived in a daze, experiencing little. This time, the hatred of death and the impending doom weighed heavily on her heart. Yang Luo looked somewhat melancholy as she raised her head to look at the magnificent restaurant before her…

Today has nothing to do with the past or the future; she's here to celebrate, so let's enjoy it and take the first step inward.

The shop assistants greeted us with smiles and calls out, "Miss, sir, would you like to sit in a private room or in the main hall?"

Because it was a celebration, both of them were dressed in fine clothes today. Mo Zheng was no longer dressed as a blue servant, but wore a light blue robe with a jade belt and a purse hanging from it. Although his face was ashen, he was still a handsome young master at first glance.

"Brother, it's your treat today," Yang Luo said to Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng nodded with a smile and gestured to the shop assistant, "It's just the two of us, so we can stay in the main hall."

It turned out they were a brother and sister. The shop assistant smiled and led them to a seat in the hall.

At the same time, a customer walked in from outside, who should be a regular customer, and another shop assistant went to greet him.

"Young Master Ji Shan has arrived."

Has Yunxiao arrived?

"Young Master Zhu, we have arrived. He is at the Washing Silk Pavilion."

When the conversation reached her ears, Mo Zheng, who was about to sit down, paused slightly and looked at Yang Luo.

This name...

As expected, Yang Luo's expression changed instantly.

"Let's think about it before we order," Mo Zheng immediately said to the waiter.

The shop assistant immediately stepped aside.

Yang Luo kept his gaze fixed on the entrance of the hall, and saw the customer who was talking to the shop assistant go straight upstairs.

Mo Zheng asked in a low voice, "The people you know from the prophecy?"

She had forgotten that this young guard still believed she could predict the future. Yang Luo decided to tell him the truth, well, just a little bit of the truth.

“The Zhu heir he mentioned just now,” she said softly, “is the heir of the Earl of Yongwu, Zhu Yunxiao.”

Mo Zheng said, "Oh, the son of an earl, but not as prestigious as your maternal grandfather's family."

He even started commenting, and Yang Luo couldn't help but laugh: "He has already been granted a military rank by imperial decree, while my older cousin has nothing yet."

In terms of the future prospects of the next generation, the Yongwu Earl's family is better off than the Ding'an Duke's family.

But the Marquis of Yongwu's family was not so lucky.

The Marquis of Yongwu was ordered to suppress bandits, but not only did he fail, he was also slashed on the arm, which was very embarrassing and angered the emperor, who even cursed him as a good-for-nothing who did not deserve the title of marquis.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile at Mo Zheng.

And this bandit is Ah Sheng.

Yang Luo sat up straight.

“Ah Sheng,” she whispered, “he will kill you and me in the future.”

"Oh?" Mo Zheng paused, then subconsciously looked upstairs.

"The valiant Earl, a commander of troops," she said, twirling her teacup with her fingers. "Hmm, that's certainly possible."

So, was her identity exposed?

Does this young lady know her true identity?
Mo Zheng looked at Yang Luo with surprise: "Why did you kill me?" Then she lowered her voice, "Because of stealing Miss Liu's invitation?"

The boy didn't know that according to the original trajectory, she and he had no intersection, so he could only guess based on the current situation. Yang Luo thought that this was good. The truth must never be told to him, lest he be scared away or kidnap her to interrogate her for more information.

She spoke in a way that was both tempting and safe, which was how she managed to keep the young man by her side and use him for her own purposes.

Yang Luo shook her head, feeling ashamed: "I can only divine the outcome, not the specific details." She added, "I can't always divine; I don't know when I'll be triggered." Mo Zheng understood. This young lady didn't know her true identity and didn't want to tell her what she knew, but it was certain that her future death was related to the Yongwu Earl's family.

“That’s already pretty impressive. At least we know this kid is a threat to us, so…” Mo Zheng said, glancing at the stairs with a flicker in her eyes.

Yang Luo interrupted, "Then let's find a way to beat him up."

Mo Zheng raised an eyebrow: "Just beat him up? Shouldn't it be... kill him?"

As expected of someone destined to become a bandit leader, he casually mentioned killing. Yang Luo thought to himself, "That's good, so I won't have to waste my breath when I kill Zhu Yunxiao in the future."

But not yet.

“In broad daylight, in front of everyone, right under the emperor’s nose, how easy is it to kill someone? Besides, we need to hide our identities now. Killing him will bring trouble, and we won’t survive either. It’s not worth it.”

She looked at Mo Zheng.

"So, let's beat him up first to vent our anger."

……

.......
The hem of her deep blue dress fluttered, and she walked briskly down the stairs in her gold-embroidered boots.

"Clouds, clouds."

The shouts came from behind.

Zhu Yunxiao, who was standing in the hall, turned around and saw his two companions chasing after him.

"Yunxiao, why are you leaving so soon?" a companion said discontentedly, grabbing his arm. "You finally got back from the military camp, you have to drink until you drop."

Zhu Yunxiao smiled slightly: "I have some things to attend to today."

"What could be more important than us brothers getting together?" the companion shouted from the front.

Another companion, realizing something, chuckled and said, "I know, Yunxiao is going to see Miss Jiang, isn't he?"

Zhu Yunxiao nodded with a smile: "Miss Jiang was selected as a companion to the princess yesterday and will be studying at the National Academy. I went to congratulate her."

His companion immediately stopped arguing and patted him on the shoulder: "I see, then go ahead."

Another companion said with envy, "Miss Jiang is truly beautiful and talented. You two are a match made in heaven."

The former companion clicked his tongue: "Miss Jiang has managed to support her family, although she can't compare to the Marquis of Yichun's family..."

There were previous rumors that the Marquis of Yichun wanted to arrange a marriage between him and the heir of the Earl of Yongwu.

Before she could finish speaking, her companion nudged her arm: "What are you saying? Miss Jiang and Yunxiao are childhood sweethearts. What do you mean by family background? No family background can compare."

Zhu Yunxiao smiled but didn't say anything. He said goodbye again, and his two companions personally saw him to the door.

Zhu Yunxiao's attendant brought over the horse, and Zhu Yunxiao took the reins, turning to the side and bowing to his companion.

"next time--"

He had barely opened his mouth when a jumble of footsteps and shouts erupted from the street.

"Stop! Don't run!"

"Stealing my things—"

Zhu Yunxiao looked over instinctively and saw two little beggars running towards them, with a larger beggar chasing after them holding a bamboo pole.

The two little beggars seemed to be in a panic, or perhaps trying to escape, and rushed in front of Zhu Yunxiao.

"Get lost—" Zhu Yunxiao's guards hurriedly tried to drive them away, but it was too late. The older beggar also caught up and swung his bamboo pole at the two younger beggars.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Zhu Yunxiao heard a muffled thud, followed by a sharp pain in his calf.

He let out a muffled groan, swaying and unsteady on his feet, but it was his martial instinct that made him reach out and grab the sword hanging on the horse's back.

He knelt down with a thud.

The scene before him was chaotic, filled with shouts and curses. Before he could even draw his sword, three figures ran away from him.

"stop--"

"You stole my things, don't run away—"

At the same time, the restaurant's staff, who were protecting their companions, swarmed around them.

"Sir!"

"Yunxiao!"

Zhu Yunxiao braced his knife against the ground, feeling the pain emanating from his very bones, his handsome face contorted in agony.

(End of this chapter)