An Shichong sat on horseback, silently watching them being beaten half to death before asking, “Where’s the person you kidnapped?”
Not daring to delay, the bandits immediately pointed to the thatched hut behind them. Xu Huaizu dismounted and rushed in, holding his Changheng blade across his chest, prepared to block any hidden weapons.
However, when the door opened, there was only a pile of straw and a beauty resting comfortably on it – forget traps or hidden weapons, there weren’t even any extra guards.
“Really?” Lowering his blade disappointedly, Xu Huaizu said, “This is too casual. We prepared for so long, thinking you’d encountered some formidable kidnappers.”
“Sorry to disappoint young master.” Feng Yue rose, brushing off the straw, and walked out holding the red paper: “Where is His Highness?”
The kidnapped person showed none of the panic of a life-or-death struggle. Instead asking so calmly, making Xu Huaizu even more disappointed. He followed dejectedly, saying, “Got drunk, resting in the Marquis’ residence.”
Her steps paused briefly before continuing forward as if nothing happened. Feng Yue smiled without humor: “What perfect timing to get drunk.”
“Hm?” Xu Huaizu hadn’t heard clearly: “What did miss say?”
“This servant meant these two aren’t ordinary kidnappers,” looking at An Shichong who had also dismounted and approached, Feng Yue smiled, “They wanted this servant to poison His Highness to death.”
Oh, poison to death.
Hm? Poison Yin Gezhi to death?! An Shichong’s face darkened, and Xu Huaizu jolted. He immediately turned and shouted: “Take these two to the magistrate’s office!”
“Yes!”
“How could this happen?” An Shichong was shocked, staring at Feng Yue: “Master is Wei Kingdom’s Crown Prince, key to both nations’ peaceful relations. Who would dare harm him?”
Such a naive and inexperienced youth, Feng Yue shook her head: “Many dare harm His Highness. Last time at Menghou Tower, someone came to assassinate him at night. The accountant at the Chief Justice’s residence even used me to give His Highness poisoned pastries. Looking at it this way, today’s red paper isn’t anything unusual.”
Master is in such danger? An Shichong’s eyes were full of disbelief, while Xu Huaizu frowned in thought for a moment before saying: “Though he’s key to peace, Master has no power or influence. If harmed, nothing can be done, so bold people naturally dare to make repeated attempts on his life. Now that we’re his disciples, we should protect Master well.”
“Makes sense.” An Shichong nodded in agreement.
Looking at these two indignant children, then thinking of the unharmed Yin Gezhi, Feng Yue laughed coldly inside, her eyes showing mockery.
What a Crown Prince needing protection! Without doing or saying anything, just having her wait outside to be kidnapped, he successfully played the role of a pitiful person. She suffered all the hardships while he just reaped the benefits.
More hateful was that even seeing through this point, she could only go along with it, not daring to spoil his plans.
Angry inside, Feng Yue grabbed the reins and mounted, saying “Let’s go back” to the two before galloping straight toward Marquis An’s residence.
“This…” Watching his mount departing, An Shichong gaped: “Miss Feng Yue can ride so well!”
Xu Huaizu nodded repeatedly: “Those Master takes interest in are indeed not ordinary people.”
Then he pulled An Shichong onto his horse to follow.
The person lying in the guest room was leisurely looking at the scenery outside the window. Hearing footsteps outside the door, he quickly closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
Nodding to the servant guarding the door, Feng Yue smiled beautifully, making the servant mutter while walking away: “The Envoy’s maid is gentle!”
After everyone left, the gentle maid’s expression changed. She rolled up her sleeves and, facing the tightly closed door, delivered a kick! With such force that it directly broke open the barred door!
Even Yin Gezhi was startled awake by this commotion.
Had the house collapsed?
However, looking at the doorway, there stood Feng Yue with clasped hands, walking toward him with utmost dignity, her face full of concern as she asked: “Is Young Master drunk?”
Feeling inexplicably guilty, Yin Gezhi rubbed his forehead, pretending to be in pain as he responded: “Mm.”
“Let this servant massage your body to help with sobering up.” She considerately moved closer, clearly speaking with a smile, but Yin Gezhi seriously shook his head: “No need.”
Pretending not to hear, Feng Yue removed her embroidered shoes, pressed the person face down on the bed, and then directly knelt on his back! Her body weight is supported entirely by her knees. Her knees pressed against the bones of his back with a crisp sound!
Yin Gezhi’s face turned green.
An Shichong and Xu Huaizu had planned to come in and pay their respects, but seeing the scene on the bed as they reached the door, they immediately pulled the doors closed from both sides, very sensibly saying: “Master, rest well!”
Could he rest? Feeling the intense anger from the person on his back, Yin Gezhi groaned, burying his head in the pillow, no longer resisting.
Smart people didn’t need many explanations between them, and excuses were useless. Considering she had returned quite quickly, he’d let her be.
“Young Master, does it feel good?” Feng Yue asked through gritted teeth, not holding back any strength.
The person below couldn’t see his expression, but his tone was quite pleased: “Feels good… if you’d let me turn over, it would surely feel even better.”
Turn over… Looking down at her position, even the eternally shameless Feng Yue blushed. She stamped hard on his back, shouting: “Loosening muscles and joints!”
“Mm.” Laughing despite the pain, Yin Gezhi didn’t raise his head, but his lips curled up in the pillow.
It had been a long time since anyone dared treat him like this. Who knew the little spirit could be so interesting when angry? Completely gone was that fake fawning smile, jumping around like a frog, her mouth must be puffed up, just short of making a—
Croak.
His eyes laughed more merrily, but his mouth made no sound. Yin Gezhi lay there, letting the frog on his back create havoc, jumping up and down.
When she tired of jumping, he reached out to pick her up beside him, narrowing his eyes and putting on a stern face to frighten her: “Getting bold?”
After venting, it’s easy to become timid. Feng Yue shrunk her neck, saying softly: “Isn’t this servant just helping Master sober up?”
“The alcohol’s gone, but my internal organs are almost crushed by you.” Frowning, Yin Gezhi complained distastefully: “You’re heavy!”
Still, daring to criticize her? Feng Yue pouted, her eyes reddening: “To think this servant naively followed Master today, thinking just to see the world, who knew Master would thoughtlessly throw this servant out as bait, hooking two stupid kidnappers as prey? Catching two stupid disciples! You’re happy, but did you think about this servant?”
“What happened to you?” Yin Gezhi said: “Aren’t you fine?”
Being fine means you can send her to be kidnapped? Feng Yue ground her teeth, thinking she couldn’t beat him, so she might as well cry.
“Sob sob sob, I look fine, but how could you understand what I went through?” Tears fell, dropping one by one on his hand as Feng Yue choked up: “This delicate maiden, bound by two large men. Along the way, there was no shortage of touching and groping…”
She had already prepared her script, planning to say she was groped, beaten, even thrown from a horse and nearly died, to make it sound more tragic and make the person before her feel guilty.
However, before she could finish, barely starting, the person beside her sat up.
Inexplicably startled, Feng Yue clutched her chest looking at him: “Young Master?”
His aura wasn’t very friendly. Yin Gezhi glanced at her, then got off the bed: “You go back first, I have matters to attend to.”
Damn, he wouldn’t even listen to her story? She was the victim, couldn’t he show some respect? Even knowing it was made up, he could at least listen to the end, how could he just leave?
Angry, she puffed up her eyes, Feng Yue got off the bed unhappily to put on her shoes. By the time she went out, she couldn’t even see his shadow.
In such a hurry to be reborn?
Pouting and rolling her eyes, Feng Yue found her way to the side gate, then to the Envoy’s carriage, pitiful as she got on, then had the driver set off.
An Shichong was still at the Marquis’ residence, but Xu Huaizu had disappeared. Yin Gezhi walked over, expressionlessly asking: “Where is he?”
Thinking he was asking about Xu Huaizu, An Shichong hurriedly said: “Gone to the magistrate’s office, they caught the kidnappers. Miss Feng Yue said they weren’t simple people, wanting to harm you, so Huaizu went to guard them personally.”
Nodding in response, Yin Gezhi walked out while saying: “This master will go take a look too.”
If Master was going, naturally An Shichong had to go too. He immediately brought horses, and they galloped quickly toward the magistrate’s office.
Xu Huaizu was in the main hall of the magistrate’s office, casually circling the two kidnappers: “Before the formal hearing begins, why don’t you confess first? Who sent you?”