Her guards

Chapter 62 is about Miss [Name]

"Miss!"

The maid Biyun was the first to see the young man driving the carriage. Although she hadn't seen if the young lady was inside, she grabbed at the straw and shouted.

The arguing and quarreling Ding'an Gong Liu Changqing and others also stopped arguing and looked over.

Their gazes were not on the boy leading the carriage, but on the carriage itself, where the curtain was lifted to reveal two women.

"Cicada!"

"Liu Chan!"

Cheng Yuan and Yang Hui spoke in unison.

Mo Zheng reached out and helped Liu Chan jump down, then reached out to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo looked at her, grabbed her hand, but didn't jump down. Instead, he pulled Mo Zheng towards the car.

"Ah Sheng, you—" she said in a hoarse voice, "are you a woman?"

Mo Zheng looked at her, paused for a moment, seemingly shocked, but then remembered the way Liu Chan had addressed her, and her expression became uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, she firmly accepted the fact that Yang Luo had seen through her.

With an apologetic expression, she said in a low voice, "Yes, I am a woman. I had no choice but to keep it from you, Miss. I will explain to you in a moment."

"A woman?" Yang Luo was stunned, then suddenly realized that some of the things that had seemed strange before were now answered.

Why would a young hunter have makeup on?

Why did he refuse to undress in front of her even though he was injured?

Although it is always said that men and women are different, there is an indescribable sense of ease in being with her, and there is no awkwardness involving men and women at all.

It turns out that the man's body was actually that of a woman.

Yang Luo's mind was in turmoil, and so was the noise around him.

"Are you alright, Miss?"

"Cicada, are you alright?"

"Cicada, what exactly is going on?"

"Father, Mother, that is Liu Chan."

"Liu Chan, you're really the one who falsely accuses others first! You actually instigated your family to come to our house and cause trouble!"

The Liu family members and the people from the Ding'an Duke's Mansion who were originally tearing each other apart came over. Liu Changqing looked at his daughter, and Yang Hui went straight to Yang Luo, who was still sitting in the carriage. For a while, they were all talking excitedly.

Duke Ding'an lagged behind, looked at his daughter, then at Liu Changqing, and sensed something was amiss: "Which one is Miss Liu?"

Yang Hui pointed to Yang Luo, who was still sitting in the car: "Her."

Liu Changqing and Cheng Yuan looked at her, then at Yang Luo in the car.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Cheng Yuan shouted, pointing at Liu Chan standing next to Liu Changqing, "This is my junior sister."

Yang Hui stared at him. The front of the Duke of Ding'an's mansion was brightly lit. The woman standing next to Liu Changqing was graceful and had a delicate face. She was an unfamiliar face.

"You're the one talking nonsense! Stop pretending to be stupid!" Yang Hui shouted, then looked into the carriage. Although the person inside was still sitting there and her face was somewhat blurry, Yang Hui remembered this face clearly even in her dreams. "This is Liu Chan. I went to school with her. How could I not know her?"

Duke Ding'an looked at what Cheng Yuan was pointing to, then at what his daughter was pointing to, and became even more confused: "Which one is it?"

This time, instead of Yang Hui and Cheng Yuan responding, he heard the sound of footsteps and a cold male voice.

"Yes, quickly tell everyone, young lady, are you Miss Liu, or..."

Everyone's attention was drawn to the scene again, and they looked over in surprise. The embroidered figures who had been surrounding them parted, and Wei Jiao walked over slowly. He also casually pulled out a knife from the waist of one of the embroidered figures, twirling it in his hand and flashing a cold light.

"Miss Yuan."

The words seemed to be directed at Yang Luo, who was sitting in the car, but unlike the others, his gaze was fixed on the dusty, unremarkable young guard standing by the car, his hand still supporting the young lady.

"Or maybe it's nothing at all, Miss."

What does it mean to be a "nobody" lady?

The atmosphere grew even stranger. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly confused yet sensing something amiss. "Chan'er, what's going on?" Liu Changqing asked, frowning as he looked at Liu Chan.

Duke Ding'an stopped looking around; a father would never mistake his daughter: "Is this Miss Liu? Hui'er, you've mistaken me for someone else?"

Yang Hui glared: "How could I mistake you for someone else!" She then looked at Wei Jiao, whose gaze had been fixed on him ever since he appeared. "Wei Jiao, what brings you here?"

She looked delighted; had he come specifically to see her?

Yes, she was Princess Heisei's study companion. Wei Jiao was close to Princess Heisei, so naturally, he treated her differently.

Yang Hui hurriedly walked towards Wei Jiao.

“Wei Jiao, you’ve been to the National Academy before, no, you haven’t seen her, right? This is Miss Liu, the princess’s companion.”

"None of that matters. You've come at the right time. The Liu family is causing trouble at my house. Arrest them immediately!"

But before she could reach Wei Jiao, the embroidered woman next to her stepped forward, blocking Yang Hui's path. She didn't say anything, only brandished the cold knife in her hand.

Yang Hui was so frightened that she dared not take another step and called out, "Wei Jiao."

Under the bright lights, Wei Jiao's fair face shone, his eyes were upturned, he didn't look at the young ladies or Yang Hui, but only at the young guard.

“I’ll make two more cuts this time,” Wei Jiao said enthusiastically. “What other ladies will appear this time?”

With that, he waved his hand, leaped forward, and slashed at the young guard standing by the carriage, his blade flashing.

The sudden movement startled everyone present, and the women screamed.

"stop--"

Yang Luo, who was originally sitting in the car, screamed and jumped out, standing next to the young guard.

"Wei Jiao, she is a young lady from the Duke of Ding'an's mansion!"

With a clang, the knife fell onto the side of the cart shaft, sparks flying, illuminating the two pale faces in front of the cart.

Wei Jiao looked at the two faces with some dissatisfaction: "Why is it still the same old line? Don't you have anything new to say?" He then raised his knife again, raising an eyebrow, "Then I might as well just chop off your head."

Mo Zheng tried to push Yang Luo away, but Yang Luo stood firmly in front of her, not looking at Wei Jiao, but at Duke Ding'an.

"Uncle!" she cried, grabbing Mo Zheng's hand and pushing her forward. "She's your niece, your sister's long-lost daughter—"

Who is she? Mo Zheng's body stiffened slightly as she felt Yang Luo's hand squeeze hers tightly.
Mo Zheng lowered her gaze, her face tense and motionless.

Daughter? Wei Jiao paused slightly, his hand holding the knife, and frowned.

Since Wei Jiao appeared, the others have become even more confused and frightened by the scene of killing with a knife. The women are still a little unsteady on their feet, and Duke Ding'an is also stiff. When he hears these words, he stares blankly at the boy being pushed by the woman.

Who?
what?
"For safety, Miss, please change into men's clothing—" Yang Luo looked at Duke Ding'an, her voice choked with emotion, and hurriedly continued, "Uncle, we finally made it to the capital, Uncle, Madam is gone, you have no idea how terrible it has been—"

"I know!!"

A sharper female voice rang out, so loud and piercing that it tore at the eardrums of everyone present.

Everyone stared blankly again and saw that Lady Ding'an, who had appeared at some unknown time, was standing to the side with a deathly pale face. The next moment, she stumbled and rushed towards them, grabbing the young guard in her arms.

"My son, my son, it really is you! I've been searching for you for so long."

Lady Ding'an burst into tears and pulled the young guard to stand before Duke Ding'an.

"This is your niece, our poor niece who has been living away from home."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped the arm of the Duke of Ding'an hard.

"What are you standing there for! You're going to kill me!"

Whether it was the punch from Lady Ding'an, the reminder of being exiled, or the shock of hearing the words "it could cost him his life," Duke Ding'an's face suddenly contorted in pain, then turned deathly pale.
"Ah, ah—" his voice was hoarse, "You are—"

Mo Zheng looked up.

“I am Yang Luo,” she said, looking at Duke Ding’an, “Uncle.”

(End of this chapter)