Her guards

Chapter 79 A Terrifying Identity

Zhang Shengyou, who had fallen from the eaves, bit his lip to stop the gasp that was about to escape his lips.

He wasn't scared by the murder.

But he was also terrified by the murder.

This is the long street, and the city patrol guards are surging forward.

The torches blazed brightly, illuminating half the street, and the soldier at the very front witnessed this scene.

His eyes widened instantly.

"Bold——"

But as his voice continued to tear through the tranquility of the night, Mo Zheng threw down her longsword, raised her blood-stained hand, and screamed at the soldiers.

"Wait, call Xiuyi here, call Wei Jiao here—"

He knows my identity—

Embroidered clothes? Wei Jiao?
Is this thug the man in embroidered robes?
Murder in the street is such a horrific and inconceivable act, but the Embroidered Robes were acting on the Emperor's orders. If they were to commit murder...

Is it an identity that cannot be touched?

that……

The guards who were about to pounce stopped instinctively.

At the same time, Zhang Shengyou, who was about to charge forward with his axe raised, suddenly turned around and silently climbed onto the roof.

……

.......
"So, Miss Yang, you now have a new identity: one of my embroiderers?"

Wei Jiao looked ahead. Under the torchlight, four or five corpses were scattered on the street. Some corpses were intact, while others were separated from their heads and bodies, with bloodstains blooming on the road.

He said he turned his gaze back to the person lying on the ground.

He was dressed in men's clothing, his long hair was loose, and his body and face were covered in blood. At first glance, he was no different from the corpse next to him.

Mo Zheng looked up, slowly exhaled, propped herself up to sit up, and said in a low voice, "Please forgive me, Commandant Wei, I lied, but this matter can only be clarified by talking to you, so as to avoid causing more trouble."

Wei Jiao sneered: "Why?"

Mo Zheng looked at him and said, "Because only you know my identity, and you saw me being chased and killed and escaping death a long time ago in Baima Town."

Wei Jiao said "Oh," and then asked, "Have I seen you before?"

Yes, I have seen it.

He had witnessed the calamity that befell White Horse Town, seen the corpses of his mother and daughter in coffins, and knew that the executions were perfunctory, with death row inmates being impersonated as bandits.

He even saw her in person while she was posing as someone else on the road.

Mo Zheng stood up and looked at Wei Jiao.

"Actually, I do have another identity."

"Captain, my true identity is not that of the daughter of the Duke of Ding'an's cousin."

"I am actually the daughter of the younger sister of the Duke of Ding'an."

"That's why you met me in Zhao County, because I had just escaped from being chased."

"Well, the Marquis of Yichun has already told him that," Wei Jiao said with a hint of curiosity. "Is there anything else? Think about it some more. Maybe you can come up with another new identity."

Mo Zheng remained silent for a moment, not responding to his teasing, her expression sorrowful.

"Whether adults believe it or not, the so-called bandit raid in Baima Town was aimed at my mother and me. My mother jumped into the fire with the dead maid in her arms, pretending that we were both dead, so that I could escape the pursuit."

“But I knew the murderer was still around, so my maid and I disguised ourselves and hid all the way to the capital. Even when we had relatives there, we didn’t dare to acknowledge them and continued to disguise ourselves so that the murderer wouldn’t find out.”

Mo Zheng said, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

“But when I walked into the Duke of Ding’an’s mansion, even though my uncle and aunt had given me a different identity, those who knew me still immediately recognized me.”

"Tonight, Miss Liu and I went to visit Mr. Liu, and we were spotted as soon as we stepped out the door."

Wei Jiao's gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the street again, and he clicked his tongue twice: "Miss Yang took down so many people by herself? She's a master."

Mo Zheng said, "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child. I dare not call myself a master, but I can protect myself and escape from Baima Town. However, I cannot save my family."

She lowered her gaze, her expression somber. "After I realized I was being followed, I deliberately left the alley to avoid implicating everyone," she continued, then looked up at Wei Jiao. "However, the Liu family father and daughter are unaware of the pursuit, and naturally I won't tell them, otherwise Miss Liu would never have agreed to let us impersonate her."

Wei Jiao looked at her; his face was pale under the bright torchlight, and although he was smiling, his eyes were lifeless.

"What they said was all quite reasonable," he said.

Mo Zheng said, "Captain, I'm telling the truth, I swear!" She raised her blood-covered hand, "May I be struck by lightning if I utter a single falsehood!"

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow at the face: "What does it matter to me whether it's true or not? Why did you call me here? Whether you want to report to the authorities, plead your innocence, or catch the murderer, there are patrol guards here. You didn't call me here just to add another charge of impersonating an embroidered official, did you?"

Mo Zheng's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's right, I'm impersonating Xiuyi, you can arrest me."

Under the torchlight, the woman's pale face was stained with blood. The bloodstains did not make her face look ferocious; instead, they added an unusual beauty to her originally unremarkable features.

She looked very happy, and seemed about to pounce on him.

Given the corpses scattered along the long street, the women in embroidered robes instinctively raised their weapons and aimed them at her.

Wei Jiao waved her hand, and the women in embroidered robes stepped aside.

“You’re foolish, Miss Yang, to go to my embroidered-clothes jail instead of the city patrol’s. If you go to the city patrol’s jail, the Duke of Ding’an can easily get you out, but if you go to my jail…”

He shook his head and clicked his tongue twice.

"Duke Ding'an doesn't have that ability."

After hearing his words, the woman stepped forward again and grabbed the reins of his horse.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with longing.

"No, I don't believe him, I don't believe anyone, I only believe you."

"I'd rather go to your prison, where no one can go in and kill me, than die there for no reason!"

"Wei Jiao, please, just take me away."

She gripped the reins, stood on tiptoe, raised her hands, and looked at him expectantly.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Wei Jiao's usually cold eyes. This bastard looks even crazier than him.
.......
.......
What happened?
How is this going?

Duke Ding'an stood on the street, his face pale.

Because he had been troubled and restless lately, but all of that had been resolved, he drank and made merry with his newly chosen concubines before falling asleep.

He had just fallen asleep when the steward, his face deathly pale, woke him up. Then he saw a group of men in bright red, eerie embroidered robes standing outside the door, ordering him to come along. Before he could even struggle, the men in the embroidered robes grabbed him and took him away. Luckily, they didn't take him to the embroidered robes' prison, but instead took him to a street, but...
Several corpses lay before my eyes, and beneath my feet were patches of blood.

He must be having a nightmare.

Or perhaps he was being summoned by the King of Hell, and this is the King of Hell's palace.

"Lord Ding'an." Wei Jiao chuckled, enjoying Lord Ding'an's stunned expression, then shouted, "Your niece has committed murder!"

Although Miss Yang was overjoyed and wanted him to take her away, how could he let her have her way? Such a good deed as murder and arson had to be known by the elders in the family, otherwise it would be too unfilial.

Murder? Duke Ding'an was stunned. Who? He didn't quite understand.

Your niece also said...

Wei Jiao approached Duke Ding'an, stared at his face, and said softly.

"You are a murderer too."

What?! Duke Ding'an shuddered, looking at Wei Jiao's face, which seemed to belong to no human being...

"I'm not!" he blurted out. "It wasn't me!"

"Who is that?"

A female voice then rang out.

Two faces appeared before the Duke of Ding'an's eyes.

One face was deathly pale, the other was covered in blood.

Duke Ding'an cried out in fright and fell to the ground.

“Miss Yang, I scared him to death because I was doing my duty for His Majesty.” Wei Jiao looked at the girl who squeezed in next to her. “If you scared him to death, that would be an unforgivable crime, punishable by being cut in half at the waist.”

He rubbed his hand on the knife at his waist, his gaze lingering on the girl's slender waist.

(End of this chapter)