That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

No one present had ever seen Aqing speak so much at once, and they were all speechless for a moment.

"I see!"

Xiao Yi's eyes reddened as he gripped the wooden knife tightly in his hand.

In this situation, someone suddenly chuckled softly.

Fang Zhiyi was rolling up the sleeves that were too big for her when she saw everyone looking at her, so she waved to Xiao Yi.

Come here.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yi walked towards the beautiful woman.

This older sister isn't like Sister Aqing, who never smiles, nor is she like Sister Xiaoqi, who acts like a child.

However, Xiao Yi inexplicably felt that she was also someone he could trust.

Fang Zhiyi took a small bottle out of her sleeve and handed it to him with a smile:

"Then, until our little Yi learns a move that can defeat others, let's temporarily use your sister's method to protect Mother."

"what is this?"

Xiao Yi curiously examined the crystal-clear jade bottle.

Fang Zhiyi glanced at Jiang Jingming and deliberately drew out her explanation:

"Of course it's not some poison that will kill you, it's just some itching powder. If anyone bullies you, just sprinkle some on them, and they'll never dare to mess with you again."

"Hehe! Thank you, sister!"

Xiao Yi carefully put the bottle away.

He had made up his mind that if Da Niu kicked his butt again, he would use this to deal with him!

At this point, the three girls each offered a different solution.

Jiang Jingming put down his teacup, thinking that if it were him, he would probably say the same thing as Aqing.

But ultimately, Fang Zhiyi's method was the simplest and most effective.

The young lady has never been bullied since she was a child.

Honestly, it's already good enough that she doesn't bully others.

……

After causing a ruckus like this, it was about an hour before dawn.

Considering that the Divine Capital Guard might turn back, Jiang Jingming and Lu Zhao simply blew out the candles, spread out a straw mat on the ground, and slept there.

Unlike the sleepless night before, perhaps because he was tired from escaping, Jiang Jingming fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay down.

As dawn broke, the woman carefully woke the two of them.

“My benefactor, I hear some noise in the distance. I’m afraid the Imperial Guards are starting to search for people again.”

She probably stayed up all night, listening to the sounds outside.

Jiang Jingming sat up and rubbed the acupoints around his eyes.

The sound of rain outside the door has lessened considerably compared to last night. If we set off now and take the mountain road, we should be able to avoid the direction of the Divine Capital Guard's investigation.

Everything is proceeding as planned last night.

Hearing them talking, Aqing quickly got out of bed, leaned against the door, and quietly observed.

Xie Yunqi walked out with a messy, frizzy hairstyle and sleepy eyes, wondering how he had managed to sleep like that.

Fang Zhiyi followed behind her, yawning lazily.

She looked more like she hadn't slept well, yet her long, black hair was perfectly styled and flowed softly beside her.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Rebellion

Before leaving, Lu Zhao carefully cleaned up the muddy footprints they had left in the courtyard, so that the Divine Capital Guards would not find any suspicious clues when they arrived.

Although the woman inexplicably said with great confidence that it wouldn't happen, the officials of the Divine Capital Guard only looked fierce, but were actually good people.

Last night, seeing that the officials were all getting wet in the rain, she brought them some hot tea that had been brewed. Suddenly, the leader shouted that they were not allowed to drink any!

She was startled and shuddered. He then lowered his head and muttered some strange things about how it was unacceptable to use even a needle or thread from ordinary people, before turning around and leading the team away.

"It's alright, that's the rule in our Divine Capital Guard."

Lu Zhao scratched his head and gave an equally awkward smile.

"we?"

The woman looked puzzled.

"They! They! I'll go check the doorway to see what's going on!"

Lu Zhao quickly changed his mind, grabbed the sword on the table, and went out.

Xiao Yi was exhausted from making a ruckus last night and is still fast asleep, probably dreaming of some kind of chivalrous hero.

Fang Zhiyi combed Xie Yunqi's hair and, on a whim, braided it into two braids, making the young lady look even more like a bright and cheerful girl next door.

"Sister Fang, you can even braid hair!"

Xie Yunqi looked left and right, quite satisfied with his new hairstyle.

"Yes."

Fang Zhiyi smiled, and as she stood up, she casually tied her hair into a bun, making her look a little more gentle and graceful.

Jiang Jingming, holding the knife, watched the girls fussing over themselves.

"We still have to walk the mountain path today, what's the point of dressing up nicely?"

"You're not a girl, what do you know!"

Xie Yunqi ran up to him as if showing off and spun around, his two braids spinning like a small top with flowers tied to them.

Jiang Jingming was amused by her appearance and turned around to walk out the door.

The woman was nervously waiting at the door with her hands tucked in her sleeves. When she saw him come out, she hurriedly followed him.

"benefactor!"

"what happened?"

Jiang Jingming stopped in his tracks. He really wanted to ask her to change her address, but he hadn't asked her name yet.

At the time, I only thought it was a chance encounter, but I never expected to meet again after all this time, and to repay the debt of gratitude.

"You all seem to have been in quite a hurry on your journey. Do you have any money left on you?"

The woman took out a purse from her pocket. It was well-made, but it looked very old, probably having been used for many years.

"Here are ninety-seven taels of silver from my benefactor, and some loose change I've saved from doing embroidery these past few days. I think it might be of some use to you on your journey..."

"..."

Jiang Jingming remained silent for a long time.

The several thousand taels of silver notes that Uncle Du gave him were indeed confiscated by Chen Sha. Lu Zhao only stole the weapons and did not take their personal belongings.

There might really be places where they could use the money along the way, not just for food, clothing, and daily necessities, but also to bribe some people to cover for them. This woman had thought things through very well.

"Need not."

Jiang Jingming pushed the purse back without hesitation.

Money given away has no reason to be taken back.

"My benefactor! You saved my life and Xiao Yi's life. If this money can help you, it's more important than anything else!"

"No need."

Jiang Jingming pointed at Xie Yunqi:

"Look, that young lady's family has enough money to buy the entire Fengling City."

The woman looked in the direction he pointed and saw the bright and lively girl. It was clear that she came from a noble family; every move she made exuded an innate air of nobility and the confidence that came from being pampered.

"But......"

"No buts."

Jiang Jingming hung Wujiu on his waist and gave her a faint smile:

“You and your son just went through such a big change a few days ago. Don’t think about anything else from now on. Just live your life well. Remember not to mention to anyone that you’ve met us.”

"I will remember you, my benefactor."

The woman's face showed great worry; she seemed to want to sigh, but held it back.

Jiang Jingming gripped the hilt of his knife, gazing into the distance.

The rain was about to stop, and the sky was vast and boundless, with the verdant mountains undulating like waves.

......

Although the rain had stopped, the mountain road remained rugged and muddy.

Having only walked this short distance, Xie Yunqi had already stepped into the third mud puddle and was hopping mad with anger.

This young lady must have learned so many vulgar swear words from somewhere. No wonder Xie Jichuan guards her so closely and doesn't let her go out. This girl is just too easy to go astray.

"After crossing another mountain, we'll reach the territory of Cuiwei Mountain."

Lu Zhao walked behind Jiang Jingming, panting heavily as he pointed into the distance.

"it is good."

Jiang Jingming nodded.

Perhaps it was because I already knew in my heart that a family massacre had occurred on Cuiwei Mountain, but I always felt that the hazy mountain in the distance exuded a sinister and ghostly aura.

"Not only was there a family massacre, but there were also corpse demons."

Fang Zhiyi's voice rang out softly behind her.

Jiang Jingming turned his head away helplessly.

She's like a mind reader; she can guess whatever strange things you're thinking.

Jiang Jingming stared at her curved eyebrows for a long time.

She never felt embarrassed when people stared at her; whoever stared at her, she would just smile and stare back, and in the end, the other person would always give in first.

This time was no exception. Jiang Jingming withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the mountain path beneath his feet, making conversation as if to start something:

"Sister Healer, do corpse demons really exist in this world?"

"We've seen man-eating demons, so is it strange that there are corpse demons?"

Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and smiled casually.

"Blue-faced and fanged? Jumping and hopping in a line at night? Would it do any good if I just threw a handful of glutinous rice at them?"

A clear mountain breeze blew in after the rain, refreshing the mind and spirit. Jiang Jingming suddenly felt like saying some nonsensical and strange things.

"That's a zombie, not a ghoul."

Fang Zhiyi chuckled softly.

Is there a difference?

"The difference is that glutinous rice is useless to them—and maybe even swords and spears won't work."

Fang Zhiyi was very serious.

Jiang Jingming paused, turning to look at her:

"If that's the case, then if I train an army of ghouls, can I fight my way all the way to the capital?"

"Hey! What are you saying, you traitor!"

The sharp-eared Miss Xie jumped over instantly, grabbed Jiang Jingming by the collar, and demanded an explanation with an air of seriousness:

"Say it again, where are you going to fight to!"

“I didn’t say anything.”