Her guards

Chapter 280 Reluctant to Part

"Wei Cui is dead—"

"Disarm and you will not be killed—"

"I killed Wei Cui, sir. Can I atone for my crime?"

"I was the one who killed him—"

"Sir, I am not a member of the Wei clan. My ancestors changed their surname after joining a foreign power..."

"Take the survivors to the west!"

"Clear the battlefield!"

The battlefield, where the fighting had ceased, was filled with all sorts of noise.

Wei Cui's clansmen and soldiers finally discovered that the attacking force was actually not large, less than a hundred people. These soldiers were also somewhat strange. Although they were wearing the uniforms of the Wuyang Army, their demeanor was not like that of soldiers. There was also a woman among them.

If Wei Cui were still alive, he would have recognized him, and Wei Xu would have too. But unfortunately, Wei Cui was killed by Wei Xu, and Wei Xu was then killed by his clansmen in a fight over the head...

The rest of the clansmen had hardly ever seen Miss Yang after she married into the family. If they had, they had only seen her adorned with gold, jade, and jewels. They had never even seen the face of the young prince Mo.

The tribesmen and soldiers were in a state of confusion, feeling as if they had been robbed by a group of vagrants and bandits. But the army was in complete disarray. Wei Cui was dead, the morale of the army collapsed, and one by one they obediently surrendered.

“Wei Jiao is indeed here.”

Uncle Hei said to Mo Zheng.

“When we arrived, Wei Cui was besieging and killing him.”

Let's pause here.

“The Wei clan said he was injured.”

"Of course he'll get hurt," Mo Zheng sighed softly. She had seen traces of battle two or three times along the way. No matter how powerful Wei Jiao was, he was still just one person, and Wei Cui was extremely cunning, so it was not easy to get close to him...

"That brat! Who told him to act without telling us?" Uncle Hei said angrily.

“It might be even more inconvenient to tell him,” Mo Zheng said. “He alone won’t alert Wei Cui, but if we go, even if there are fewer of us, it will still alert him. If Wei Cui retaliates, we will suffer heavy casualties.”

There weren't many people there to begin with.

Now, relying on Miss Yang's status as a maid, she has won over Huang Chengling and his men. With the support of the Wuyang Army, guarding outside Gangu is not a problem.

But it wouldn't work to drag them along to pursue Wei Cui alone.

Uncle Hei naturally knew this, and opened his mouth without complaining anymore.

"The search for the dead and injured is still ongoing, and they haven't found them yet, but that's good news," he said in a low voice.

Mo Zheng nodded: "Uncle Hei, you clean up the battlefield, I'll search for it myself."

She knew him best; even if he was injured or disfigured, she could recognize him the fastest.

The night gradually brightened from its initial darkness.

The prisoners had been bound and led away, and the battleground was now clearer.

The corpses were also sorted out and arranged neatly, one for each side.

Mo Zheng squatted down and carefully examined a corpse.

In fact, she had already checked it several times.

Uncle Hei stood aside and whispered, "Young master, it's a good thing that he's not around."

Mo Zheng seemed not to hear him, and reached out to examine the corpse's shoulders and back: "They said he was wounded somewhere? An arrow wound?"

After saying that, he carefully stroked it, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"This is a knife wound."

Actually, you can tell it's not Wei Jiao just by looking at his face. There's no need to look at the wound. Uncle Hei looked helpless. He was about to say something when Mo Zheng stood up again.

“…He’s good at hiding, maybe he’s hiding underground,” she said. “I’ll search this area again.”

They've already dug up the ground three feet deep... they've even dug up the rabbit hole," Uncle Hei said, looking at Mo Zheng.

“That kid is cunning. We arrived just in time; he might have escaped in the chaos,” he said, pausing for a moment. “This area is close to the Northern Barbarians. The commotion just now could have attracted some Northern Barbarian vagrants, which would have been dangerous. Young master, we should head back as soon as possible. We also need to defend Wucheng. If it falls into the hands of the Wuyang army, then we…”

Although it seems that the imperial army still considers them as their own people, what if something unexpected happens?

They needed to pass through Wuyang as soon as possible and enter the Western Rong.

There can be no further delay.

Mo Zheng looked around; the morning light was dim, and the wilderness stretched out endlessly.

Did you run away?

He was injured, and if he hides and faints, he will really die if he is not found in time.

If he were to relapse and forget what day it was, reverting to his childhood self, a small child who would be afraid of strangers and hide away, he would be too scared to come out.

"Let me look again," she said to Uncle Hei.

……

……

In the dim morning light, my vision was like water and mist, and I watched the woman walking back and forth on the ground.

Watching her rummage through the items with the knife in her hand, occasionally squatting down to look or sniff...

again and again.

Fewer and fewer people accompanied her on her search.

Another group of men left with the prisoners.

Uncle Hei stood beside her and said something to persuade her, then left helplessly.

As dawn broke, only one person remained on the battlefield where the battle had taken place, along with a corpse lying to the side awaiting burial.

She squatted down, whether to rest for a moment or to sniff something, and soon stood up again, head down, and began rummaging through things...

They were repeating the same path they had walked countless times before.

How funny.

……

……

"Hey."

When the sound came, Mo Zheng looked up. Whether it was because the sunlight was too strong or because she had been looking down for too long, her vision was blurry, and she could vaguely see a figure in front of her.

"In your eyes, even if I'm not as capable as you, I'm not so stupid as not to run away, am I?"

"Or do you think I'm so powerful that I can disappear on the spot?"

Mo Zheng watched the swaying figure getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer. She didn't say anything, but instead reached out and pinched her arm.

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow: "You're hallucinating too? Too bad, you've run out of pills..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly lunged at him.

She was very strong, and he was almost knocked over.

The person who was holding him let out a long breath and relaxed completely.

"No, no, don't worry," Mo Zheng said. "Once I've searched this place thoroughly a few times, I'll naturally go and search other places."

She looked up at him, and his familiar face seemed strange in the sunlight.

Bloodstains, sand, and withered grass mingled on her face. She actually thought she might never find it again.

After all, she had abandoned him.

He could naturally abandon her as well.

"I did consider leaving you," Wei Jiao said calmly.

Wei Cui is dead.

And he died at the hands of his own relatives, whom he had instigated. How ridiculous.

From then on, whenever he thought of Wei Cui, he could laugh heartily.

All he had to do was watch Mo Zheng search for him everywhere, which was a happy thing for him.

but……

I actually saw it...

Wei Jiao looked at the person in his arms.

"I can't bear to part with it."

He knows what it feels like to be abandoned.

He also knew what it was like to rush from the capital to find her.

He's already suffered enough; how can we let her suffer again?

After he finished speaking, the person in his arms suddenly stood up straight and took a step back.

“Wei Jiao.” Mo Zheng looked at him, raised her hand to tuck the stray strands of hair that had fallen to the side of her face back, “I’ve told you my true identity, and you’ve also ruined your father’s business.”

So what? Wei Jiao looked at her. Was this bastard going to play him again? He suddenly regretted saying that he couldn't bear to part with her.

“So, let’s get married,” Mo Zheng said.

Wei Jiao looked at her quietly.

He had heard her say that twice already.

The first time, she said it was because her father said they were a good match, and it was his suggestion.

The second time, he asked her to repeat herself because he wanted to show that it was his suggestion, and that he was willing to do so.

Now, her wish is to marry him.

She was a remnant of the previous dynasty, and he abandoned his father and family; neither of them could exist in this world.

They are indeed a good match.

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Okay,” he said again.

……

.......
"Asheng is back!"

Gangu has been completely taken over by the Wuyang Army. Outside the city, the dead and wounded are being collected, the ruins are being repaired, and the people are being checked. It is a lively scene.

When Mo Zheng rode over at breakneck speed, Huang Chengling and Uncle Hei, having received the news, rushed to greet him.

"As long as we have Wei Cui's head, it doesn't matter whether we find the other remnants or not," Huang Chengling said.

Uncle Hei explained to him that Mo Zheng's reason for returning home late was to investigate the remnants of Wei Cui.

Mo Zheng jumped off her horse.

"Have the remnants been found?" Uncle Hei asked.

This obviously refers to Wei Jiao.

Actually, you can get the answer just by looking at Mo Zheng's expression.

His eyebrows and eyes were bright and lively, and his smile was evident in his eyes, face, and the corners of his mouth.

Mo Zheng smiled and shook her head: "No, there should be no remnants left. Huang Chengling, we have won a great victory in this battle."

Huang Chengling rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyebrows and eyes gleaming with excitement.

Although Ah Sheng stopped them and said he was bringing them here to earn merit, he didn't actually expect to earn any merit.

Now, although they didn't conquer Gangu, it was Ah Sheng who led the men to retrieve Wei Cui's head, which can be considered a great achievement for them.

This time when I go back, my future will be secure.

"Wei Jiao should be dead too."

"There are too many corpses over there, and we don't have the manpower to harvest them all. Many of them have had their faces burned off."

"The Wei clan said that Wei Jiao was also there, but was killed by Wei Cui."

Hearing Mo Zheng's words, Huang Chengling nodded repeatedly. In fact, he didn't care whether Wei Jiao lived or died; Wei Cui's head was enough.

"General Wu Yang has already interrogated the body and arranged for people to retrieve it for examination, so Miss Asheng doesn't need to worry anymore." He said with great enthusiasm, "Let's just wait to go back and receive our reward."

Mo Zheng smiled slightly. A guard called for Huang Chengling, who then left. Only then did Uncle Hei step forward and ask, "Where is he?"

Mo Zheng's smile deepened, and she lowered her voice to say, "I told him to go to Wucheng to investigate first, to prepare for the trip to Xirong."

Wucheng was located in a remote area and had always been controlled by the powerful Wang clan. Especially after Wei Cui fought against the imperial army, the Wang clan strictly guarded the territory of Wucheng.

Now that Wei Cui has been killed and Gangu has been captured, the Wuyang Army will head to Wucheng to take down the Wang clan traitors.

Their plan was to use the chaos of the battle to escape to the Western Rong.

Uncle Hei snorted. This kid deliberately hid to frighten the young master. It seems there are still quite a few toxins in his body. Let's increase the dosage.

As the two were talking, Huang Chengling's shout came from the other side.

“Ah, Ah Sheng.”

Mo Zheng and Uncle Hei looked over and saw Huang Chengling standing with a general from the Wuyang Army.

Seeing them looking over, Huang Chengling waved.

"They'll probably ask about the details of Wei Cui's death again," Uncle Hei said.

Wei Cui's head has been verified. Next, with a detailed account of the process, it can be sent to the capital.

The emperor and his court officials were all waiting to celebrate.

After saying that, he gestured for Mo Zheng to come over with him, but as soon as he took a step, Mo Zheng gently touched his arm.

"Don't go over there," Mo Zheng whispered.

Uncle Hei paused for a moment, seeing that Mo Zheng still had a smile on her face, and his voice escaped softly from between his teeth.

"...That's not quite right."

Something's not right? Uncle Hei's eyes swept over.

Huang Chengling was smiling, but his smile was somewhat stiff, and his eyes betrayed his fear.

The officer beside Huang Chengling turned his head away and spoke to the guards beside him, seemingly not paying attention to them, but his eyes were still fixed on them out of the corner of his eye.

The guards in front of the city gate were busy, but many of them slowed down and tensed up.

The chilly autumn wind seemed to freeze in front of the city gate.

(End of this chapter)