Chapter 1490 - 1485: Fallen into the Trap
"Country bumpkin? Shuangshuang? I think you’ve misunderstood country bumpkins! If someone like Shuangshuang is a country bumpkin, then you’re not even worthy of being one!"
Xing Beichen didn’t show Wen Xiaoya any courtesy whatsoever.
In his mind, even Mu Shuangshuang, dressed in coarse cloth, was much better than the lavishly dressed woman before him!
"How dare you insult me?" Wen Xiaoya’s face was full of shock.
Did he really say she was inferior to that rural bumpkin?
What a joke, that bumpkin is just a country-born woman who’s never seen much of the world. How could she compare with a second missy of the General Mansion like herself?
"I have no interest in insulting you, I’m merely stating facts! You’d better find a place to sober up and stop fantasizing about Fengzi. Otherwise, not just Shuangshuang, even I won’t let you off!"
Xing Beichen left those harsh words, turned and walked back to the inn without looking back.
Wen Xiaoya glared at Xing Beichen who had already left, just about to continue following Lu Yuanfeng and Mu Shuangshuang.
But suddenly someone blocked her way.
"Second Miss, the old man wants us to take you back!"
The man leading, Wen Xiaoya knew, was Wen Nantian’s Deputy General.
"Go back? Why should I go back? What are you, and why should I listen to you?"
Wen Xiaoya unleashed all her fury from Xing Beichen on the people who came to find her.
The deputy general knew Wen Xiaoya’s temper; under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t talk this way.
Her outburst indicated she must have been wronged, so the deputy general remained patient, trying to persuade her.
"Second Miss, this place is really not safe to stay long. The old man’s been waiting at home for you. For safety’s sake, please go back!"
"Enough! You go back and tell my father, even though I’m a girl, I’m no less than a man.
From now on, anything he thinks only his men can do, I can do too! Tell him to wait for me at home, I’ll definitely give him a satisfactory answer!"
Wen Xiao stubbornly refused to leave, instructing the soldiers to relay the message.
The deputy general knew they couldn’t linger too long; otherwise, their presence, of unknown origin, might endanger Wen Xiaoya.
"Second Miss, the old man stated, if you truly refuse to come with us, we may have to be disrespectful!"
The deputy general laid it all out straight, hoping Wen Xiaoya would cease resisting.
"Disrespectful? Well, let’s see if you have what it takes!"
Wen Xiaoya’s lips curled into a cold smile as she swiftly attacked the deputy general.
In terms of skill, Wen Xiaoya was no match for them, but her advantage lay in the fact that they dare not truly harm her.
Whenever she showed the slightest sign of being overwhelmed, they would hold back.
This constant concession inevitably led to their defeat.
Wen Xiaoya escaped, and fled towards the inn.
Wen Nantian’s elite soldiers watched her leaving, and apart from sighing, could only find a place to rest temporarily, planning to gather her later when the opportunity arose.
As soon as the deputy general and his soldiers left, two very ordinary-looking people emerged from the crowd.
They seemed to have been watching Wen Xiaoya and Wen Nantian’s soldiers for a while, but had made no moves.
It wasn’t until both Wen Xiaoya and the soldiers were gone that they considered reporting the information.
Weaving through the night, the two men navigated countless streets and alleys, finally stopping at the entrance of an inconspicuous house.
They climbed over the wall into the courtyard and headed straight to the study of the master of the house.
"Master, it’s confirmed, the person is Wen Nantian’s daughter Wen Xiaoya, and the other three are just nobodies!
However, as far as I know, Wen Nantian has sent soldiers to bring his daughter back!"
The man they called master, dressed in all black, even at night wore a black hat.
He held a longsword in his hand, its shape and appearance alone testified to its value.
He didn’t look at his subordinates, just waved them off, saying, "Understood, you may leave now!"
The two subordinates, seeing no intention in their master to take action, bravely asked, "Master, isn’t this a good opportunity to do something?"
"Do what? Capture Wen Nantian’s daughter to threaten Wen Nantian?" the man asked.
"Yes! Master, this time, the Eldest Prince is watching closely, and you haven’t been in Da Wei for many years.
If... if no achievement is made, I’m afraid..."
The rest, the two subordinates dared not utter.
"Afraid of what? Afraid I’ll lose? And you’ll suffer?"
The man’s voice was icy, ethereal, like it came straight from hell.
"It’s not like that, we just worry..." one subordinate tried to explain, but a fierce glare stopped him.
Even through the veil, the piercing chill enveloped them.
"We... we take our leave!"
With those words, the two men quickly exited the man’s study.
The room was frightfully quiet.
Shen Feng gripped the sword tightly, suddenly overwhelmed with a murderous impulse.
An impulse that surfaced long ago.
So long ago, he couldn’t remember when, but had always restrained well.
Until...
Instinctively, he glanced at his abdomen, where Wen Nantian once inflicted a deep wound.
He nearly lost his life there.
If it weren’t for that little girl...
Shen Feng thought of that woman who enjoyed dressing as a man.
Other women in drag would merely swap clothes, with no other changes.
As long as one wasn’t blind, one could tell it was a woman disguised as a man.
But that girl was different, her disguise was so unappealing, even men found it unsightly.
Yet she acted oblivious, always appearing with great confidence.
It was precisely because of this that, along the way, no one besides him knew she was a woman.
Every time he thought of Mu Shuangshuang, Shen Feng’s heart wavered slightly, feeling the need to see that girl again.
But seeing her meant he would inevitably encounter that seeming nobody of a man.
At the thought of Lu Yuanfeng, Shen Feng drew his sword.
He raised it, slashing at the nearest table, splitting it clean in two.
Shen Feng stood, realizing he had something he must do!
Something unavoidable!
...
Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng strolled through Ye City until the night market ended, with everyone readying to return to their lodgings.
This was their most relaxed time together, with no worries of the barracks or business.
Neither carried any burdens between them.
But as soon as they returned to the inn, a flood of concerns awaited!