Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

Outside Leize City, on a farm.

In the Chunshan Courtyard halfway up the mountain, a gentle breeze blew in, and a figure appeared out of nowhere and landed in the courtyard.

The visitor was none other than Xu Shu, the Grand Steward of the Prince Li's Palace.

Xu Shu introduced himself as the wedding envoy, and the steward of the estate immediately greeted him respectfully, leading him into the hall to serve tea and wait for him.

A moment later, a slender figure walked in from outside the door. She wore a long, soft satin dress in moon-white with dark embroidery of orchids, and her steps were light and graceful.

The future Crown Princess, Li Muqing, wore a plain veiled hat, making it impossible to see her true face.

Li Muqing gracefully took her seat.

Xu Shu immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "This old servant Xu Shu greets the Crown Princess."

Li Muqing waved her hand lightly: "Steward Xu, no need for formalities."

Xu Shu straightened up and said respectfully, "Your Highness, everything is arranged. The wedding procession will arrive at the villa at noon to secretly take you away. Please rest assured, Your Highness, this old servant will be secretly protecting you along the way, and there will be absolutely no mishaps."

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Li Muqing, whose expression was obscured by the veil, said softly, "Thank you for your help, Steward Xu."

"I dare not accept such praise; it is all this old servant should do." Xu Shu quickly bowed and took his leave: "This old servant cannot linger; I shall take my leave."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Shu burned the Confucian texts and teleported away from the courtyard.

Manager Zhao of the manor frowned and complained, "This Prince Li has no manners at all."

Li Muqing waved her hand dismissively: "It's alright. It's all about mutual benefit anyway, so why should we have any respect for the bargaining chips? Manager Zhao, go and arrange the carriages."

Manager Zhao asked worriedly, "Miss, is this arrangement really safe? Perhaps we should send a double to Thunder Dragon City secretly, while you stay with the welcoming party for greater safety."

Li Muqing sighed softly: "Master Zhao, the game is already decided. It's no longer up to you or me to decide. Even if I didn't want it to be this way, do you think Xu Shu, as the most trusted confidant of the Prince of Li, would agree to let a substitute ride in the sedan chair?"

"It seems that the double had just set off when he turned around and used his Confucian supernatural powers to replace me in the sedan chair."

Manager Zhao suggested, "How about we send our household guards to protect us secretly?"

Li Muqing shook her head helplessly: "Xu Shu is a master of Confucianism. I'm afraid that once I leave this gate, I will lose my trail. The guards in the manor will be unable to protect me. Let's not waste our efforts. Go and prepare the carriage. Don't worry, what I carry is enough to help me turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into safety."

"This old servant obeys." Master Zhao said no more, took his leave of the main hall, and went to prepare the carriage.

Li Muqing was left alone in the vast hall. She removed her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could launch a thousand ships.

"On this journey, I will pass through Yunxia Mountain. Once I find the Danxia Master, Li Wang, your wishful thinking may not come true. It is still unknown who will emerge victorious."

……

After noon.

Lin Mo and his group of twelve rode to the entrance of Chunshan Courtyard.

When they arrived at the main gate, the Crown Princess's carriage was already prepared, and she had already boarded it.

The accompanying servants and daily necessities were all in the two carriages behind.

When Zhao, the steward, met with Sun Qian, he only said that the person in the carriage was his niece, Zhao, who was ordered to impersonate the Crown Prince's wife.

Sun Qian wanted to board the vehicle to inspect it, but was reprimanded and stopped by Chief Zhao.

Lin Mo frowned and used his spiritual sense to probe inside the carriage, trying to catch a glimpse of the true face of this fake princess consort.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his spiritual sense entered the vehicle frame, it was met with a counterattack from a burst of multicolored light.

The rosy light also carried an extremely strong lightning force, which was highly offensive to spiritual consciousness.

Lin Mo groaned, feeling dizzy and with ringing in his ears. His face turned slightly pale. He gripped the reins tightly and squeezed his legs against the horse's belly to avoid falling off.

"Is this really a stand-in?"

After recovering somewhat, Lin Mo began to have doubts.

With his lightning-attribute energy, he could actually strike spiritual consciousness with lightning; this was definitely a superior martial skill.

[The image of Kui Niu startled by thunder].

Such an important dowry martial arts skill is simply impossible for ordinary people to learn.

The woman in the car frame, even if she's a stand-in, is definitely not an ordinary woman.

And there was the colorful glow emanating from her body.

The aura was very unusual. Lin Mo only had time to glimpse it when a strong sense of fear arose in his mind. His legs trembled involuntarily. If he hadn't been riding on horseback, he probably would have already collapsed to his knees and knelt down in worship.

This oppressive aura is far too unusual.

"Squad Leader Sun, please take good care of my niece." After the tug-of-war between Supervisor Zhao and Sun Qian came to an end, several silver notes were quietly slipped into Sun Qian's hand.

Having received the benefits, Sun Qian stopped insisting on boarding the vehicle for inspection.

Lin Mo saw all of this and became even more suspicious.

The niece of the manor manager acted as his stand-in. Was it really necessary to spend money to take care of her all the way?

Who exactly is inside this vehicle?

"Could I have stumbled upon the real Crown Prince's wife by sheer luck?"

Thinking of this, Lin Mo's heart sank.

Wu Tiande has gambled way too much this time.

Sun Qian mounted his horse and waved his hand, "Ready to depart."

He took out a Confucian text containing a military order, lit it with a "pop," and wrote: "Borrow a path for three hundred li."

The next moment, the convoy shifted positions, and the surrounding scenery seemed to change in an instant, turning into streamlines and rushing past their ears.

Time passed, and the surroundings returned to stillness in Wuhan. I found myself on an unfamiliar mountain road.

A group of twelve people, escorting three horse-drawn carriages, were already three hundred li away from their starting point.

Lin Mo rode up to Sun Qian and asked, "Where is this? It doesn't seem to be the way we came."

Sun Qian said helplessly, "The Confucian scripture that was sent only says to use it for teleportation for three hundred miles, but it doesn't specify the exact teleportation location."

Lin Mo's lips twitched violently.

Doesn't this mean that the teleportation distance might have been extended by 300 miles?

This is outrageous.

"You dare use this unreliable stuff?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Qian said with a helpless expression, "I dare not disobey the general's orders."

"Try to think positively. This might not be a bad thing for us. Right now, we don't even know where we are, let alone the enemy hiding in the shadows."

"Alright." Lin Mo thought about it and realized that it made sense, so he didn't want to criticize Sun Qian any further.

After determining their direction by the sunlight, the group set off on the mountain road.

Lin Mo suddenly had a thought and asked, "Master Qian, do you think my throwing knife could withstand a Confucian text?"

Sun Qian shook his head directly: "I can't beat them."

Lin Mo frowned.

Sun Qian explained in detail: "The Confucian scriptures are somewhat unreasonable. Some Confucian texts, when burned, can instantly teleport a person to that location, while others can instantly restore a person who has just been killed. It is not something that can be judged by common sense. If you encounter someone who possesses Confucian texts, don't fight, just run away."

Lin Mo asked in confusion, "Isn't there a way to defeat the enemy?"

Sun Qian affirmed, "Of course. Martial artists cultivate their life-bound weapons. Once a spiritual weapon is formed, they still have the power to fight."

"What are the odds of winning?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

Sun Qian shook his head helplessly: "It depends on the strength of the individual's spiritual weapon. Some people's supernatural powers are naturally able to counter Confucianism, and they may be able to kill the opponent with one blow. Others' supernatural powers are more functional or defensive, so they are not easy to fight. The specific situation needs to be considered on a case-by-case basis."

"In short, no matter what, with our military strength, encountering Confucian scholars would basically be suicide; we simply can't win."

Lin Mo silently warned himself that although he possessed the spiritual awareness of a cultivator and could cast certain spells, it was still insufficient in the Great Zhou Dynasty, where extraordinary techniques existed.

I have to keep hiding.

"Lin Mo, go to the carriage and protect her. If there is any danger, just crawl into the carriage. She is, after all, the legitimate daughter of the Li family and the Crown Prince's consort. The assassins will not dare to really kill her," Sun Qian instructed.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback: "You also believe what's inside the carriage is real?"

"It's hard to say."

Sun Qian shook his head and explained, "Regardless of whether it's true or not, Prince Jing wouldn't kill the Crown Princess directly. That would be to alienate the Li family and push them directly to Prince Li. So, if he were to send assassins, they would only kidnap her, not kill her."

Lin Mo suddenly realized.

He may appear to be a bodyguard, but the person inside the carriage is actually his talisman.

"Yes, I will definitely protect the Crown Princess." Lin Mo gladly accepted the order and rode up to the side of the carriage.

Throughout the journey, Lin Mo kept wondering.

If this is truly the Crown Prince's consort, she should have other guards in secret.

Maybe not. Wu Tiande is too daring; he might just go all in.

Liu Xin spurred Lin Mo to his side: "Lin Mo, why are you looking so worried? What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with your lovers after leaving Qingyuefang? There's a saying that actors are heartless and prostitutes are ruthless. Why are you so attached to these women? Out with the old, in with the new."

Lin Mo felt slightly embarrassed, too lazy to explain to him.

Without any evidence, it's all just my own speculation.

Moreover, once the true identity of the Crown Prince's wife was revealed, everyone became restrained and anxious.

From inside the carriage came a clear female voice asking, "May I ask if this young master is Lin Mo of Qingyue Pavilion, the 'Golden Knife'?"

Liu Xin boasted, "That's right, this is Lin Mo, the 'Golden Knife,' whom all the girls in Leize City are crazy about marrying. You, the fake Crown Prince's Consort, also want to marry my brother Lin?"

"Brother, you've misunderstood. I'm Xinghua, a maid, not a young lady."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xin shamelessly replied, "Your young lady must have told you to ask, right? It seems she's lusting after my brother's body."

Xinghua hurriedly retorted, "You brute, how dare you slander someone's innocence for no reason?"

"Isn't that right?" Liu Xin asked with a mocking and wicked smile.

"you!"

"Enough, Xinghua, don't embarrass the young lady." A reprimanding voice came from inside the carriage.

Judging from her voice, this maid seemed more composed than the young girl.

Liu Xin, with his big mouth, said, "Oh, another one trying to seduce my brother. Little lady, what's your name?"

Xinghua snorted, "Why should I tell you?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than another maidservant said, "I have long admired Young Master Lin's poetic talent. This long journey has been quite tedious. If I were to reveal my name, would you be so kind as to compose a poem to amuse my young mistress?"

Lin Mo was unsure who was inside the carriage, and to avoid any complications, he declined, saying, "Miss, you flatter me. Literature is something that can only be conceived occasionally; how could I possibly speak so eloquently?"

Li Muqing, who was pretending to be asleep in the car, frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised.

Judging from Qingyuefang's style of conduct, he is high-profile, flamboyant, and domineering. Although he is talented, he is a reckless man.

Meeting him today, Lin Mo was humble and polite, which seemed to contradict the rumors.

Xinghua complained, "He's just a pretty face with no substance, all show and no substance."

Liu Xin immediately objected, shouting, "Has Miss Xinghua already tested it? How do you know my brother is all bark and no bite?"

"You shameless!" Xinghua shouted angrily from inside the car frame.

Liu Xin was not ashamed at all; he chuckled happily and continued to speak to regulate his breathing.

Warriors are crude and vulgar, spouting all sorts of obscene and vulgar language without hesitation.

Some of the vulgar language made Lin Mo break out in a cold sweat, and he felt a deep sense of unease for Liu Xin.

If the person inside the carriage is indeed the Crown Princess herself, she would probably kill him to vent her anger upon returning to Thunder Dragon City.

Rumble!

The weather in the mountains is unpredictable. Suddenly, the weather changed drastically, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall.

If it were the guards, getting a little rain wouldn't be a big deal, but the carriage was full of women who were delicate, and the heavy carriage frame would be at risk of getting stuck in a ditch during a downpour, making it difficult to travel.

Sun Qian spotted a dilapidated temple in the distance and suggested, "Let's hurry on our way and rest at this temple to avoid the heavy rain."

The frame accelerated forward.

I unexpectedly encountered a funeral procession. The funeral was taking place today, and it was raining heavily, so I had to take shelter in a dilapidated temple for the time being.

Lin Mo glanced at the funeral procession.

The funeral procession carried a black coffin and consisted of 38 people, none of whom were women or children. All the men in the procession were young and strong.

Lin Mo frowned slightly; it seemed Sun Qian had miscalculated.

The enemy arrived so quickly that it was obvious everyone's whereabouts had been exposed.

Using his inner strength, Sun Qian secretly warned, "There are no children or women in this funeral procession. Be careful, it might be a trap."