Her guards

Chapter 97 The Longing in the Family Letter

But nightmares are real, even more terrifying than reality.

Wei Jiao actually killed Ma Qing.

In front of so many people.

"Seventh Uncle, don't worry." Wei Jiao looked at him with a smile, "I have reasons for going crazy now, it's not just random madness."

Who's worried about that! Master Wei's eyes were bloodshot: "No matter the reason! You can't kill him!"

Wei Jiao's smile vanished instantly, and he stood up, seemingly taking a step in front of him. At the same time, he drew the embroidered sword from his waist.

Master Wei felt the stench of blood assault his nostrils, and he instinctively took a step back as he watched Wei Jiao's knife tip fall on his heart.

"Seventh Uncle, my men found Sun Shu's son and grandson in Ma Qing's government office."

“Ma Qing harbored traitors and deserves to be executed.”

“I am acting on the emperor’s orders to apprehend traitors, and it is only right and proper for me to kill him.”

"Seventh Uncle, do you know that what you just said was truly outrageous?"

Wei Jiao looked at him and shook his head.

“You can be considered an accomplice of Ma Qingsun, so I can kill you just the same way.”

Sun Shu's remnants... Master Wei's stiff body turned slightly as he heard the crying and shouting outside the courtyard.

“Then you can’t just kill him…” he said hoarsely.

This madman really dares to make a move...

If we really kill him, let alone whether the general will avenge him, what's the use of avenging him if he's dead!

He stopped cursing.

"Qin'an is controlled by the Ma family. They have a large army and are very powerful. If you do this, Qin'an will descend into chaos..."

"Seventh Uncle, don't worry," Wei Jiao said. "I have already mobilized the Yunyang army, and General Feng has already entered the city."

The Yunyang army...

Master Wei froze again, and the next moment the tip of the knife pressed against his heart.

Master Wei staggered back a step again, and a smile reappeared on his face as he looked at Wei Jiao.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm starting my job now, so I can't personally see you off anymore," he said with a smile. "You can go home by yourselves."

……

.......
"General—"

Master Wei rushed into the official post station at Wangyang Pass, looked up at the figure sitting inside, and knelt down to cover his face.

Sitting indoors, Wei Cui was no longer covered in snow, but his hair remained gray.

He looked at Master Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a calm voice, "Don't rush, speak slowly."

Master Wei recounted the whole story.

Upon hearing that Ma Qing was harboring Sun Shu's remnants, the people present had mixed expressions. Some were surprised, some frowned, and some shook their heads, while Wei Cui's expression remained unchanged.

“General, he was able to capture Sun Shu’s remnants because of you and our Wei family. Otherwise, Ma Qing wouldn’t have let his guard down and allowed him into the city.”

"The people of Qin'an City all believe that the General betrayed Ma Qing."

Master Wei choked up as he spoke.

"Ma Qing's son escaped with the help of assassins. I heard that before he left, he vowed to seek revenge on the general in the future."

Hearing this, the people in the hall looked solemn, but Wei Cui suddenly smiled.

“I see. Then let’s not give him any future prospects,” he said, raising his eyes to call out a name.

A man with a gloomy face stepped forward.

"Go, take men now and eliminate Ma Qing's remaining followers," Wei Cui said.

The man responded and turned to leave.

Wei Qiye was unsure whether to continue his lament and stood there stunned, while the others began to speak.

"...This time it was an oversight. Wei Jiao always travels with great fanfare, and with the tally given to him by Deng Shan, he often mobilizes troops for protection. The Yunyang Army took advantage of this to conceal their tracks."

"...Ma Qing's family is not worth mentioning, General. The most important thing now is whether the Yunyang Army will take the opportunity to attack."

"...Qin'an City is now under Feng Su's control, which is undoubtedly a bottleneck blocking the throat of our Longxi region..."

Hearing these words, Wei Cui looked outside. The heavy snow had stopped, and dusk was falling, but the visibility was better than before. He could see that there were many more troops gathering and galloping outside than before, and the atmosphere was much more tense.

Wei Cui couldn't help but laugh again: "My son always manages to scare people."

Previously, the child, who was thought to be dead, appeared outside Longxi, which gave people a fright.

After many years, it reappeared outside Longxi, once again giving people a fright.

"Great General, Great General."

Then another soldier rushed in from outside, knelt down and held up a letter.

"A letter from the Third Young Master to your family."

Someone stepped forward, took the letter, opened it, and carefully examined the letter and envelope. Wei Cui did not stop them; he waited until the person had finished examining it and handed it back to him, then took the letter and opened the thin sheet of paper.

"Your handwriting is improving every month." He first glanced at the handwriting, nodded, and then read the content.

Master Wei couldn't help but ask, "What did he say?" He then murmured, "He didn't say he'd give us a message when he chased us away."

Wei Cui said, "He said you ran too fast and didn't have time to write a letter."

"Nonsense!" Master Wei gritted his teeth, but didn't argue. In any case, the General wouldn't believe what this kid said.

He didn't ask, but someone else did: "What did the general say?"

Wei Cui put down the letter: "He said that Ma Qing was harboring Sun Shu's remnants and had ulterior motives. As a neighbor, I was in great danger. Fortunately, he came this time and found out, and dealt with Ma Qing in time, so I can rest easy."

He glanced down at the letter and smiled.

He asked me if this counted as helping me, and whether I was happy about it.

Master Wei Qi couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up: "What do you mean, helping you, General! This is helping Deng Shan's men seize Qin'an City!"

Ma Qing was the general's man, and Qin'an City actually belonged to the general. Now, it's all gone, taken away by Deng Shan.

Wei Jiao is essentially recognizing a thief as his father.

And also, again.

Master Wei didn't dare to shout these words out.

Someone asked gravely, "Is Deng Shan going to make a move against the General?"

Others gripped their weapons, saying, "Please give the order, General, so we can strike first!"

The atmosphere became tense.

Wei Cui waved his hand: "Deng Shan will not make a move at this time, and the Yunyang Army will not set foot in Longxi."

He picked up Wei Jiao's letter from the table, carefully folded it, and put it in his sleeve. Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the messenger in the hall.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't write back. Could you please deliver something to Ajiao for me?"

……

.......
Wei Jiao still lives in Ma Qing's villa.

The mutilated corpses have been dragged away, and the bloodstains on the ground are being wiped clean.

The cleaning was done by a group of brightly dressed geishas.

In the chaos that day, Ma Qing's guards and servants were all killed, but the dancers, who were dancing in the snow and hiding outside, escaped the tragedy.

They no longer have to dance in the snow, but they still shiver.

At first, I trembled because I saw such a bloody floor when I came in. Later, after looking at it for a long time, I became numb and no longer afraid of blood. Then I trembled again because I was worried that I would be killed if I didn't clean it properly.

The geishas wiped themselves vigorously, trembling as they stole glances at the young captain sitting in the hall.

He was wiping the blood off his face, but he seemed careless, wiping it off in one place and then smearing it on another.

He hadn't changed his clothes, and there was blood everywhere under his feet.

According to past custom, they should now approach the captain delicately and carefully wipe the blood from his face, neck, and hands with their hands or tongues...

But at this moment, no one dared to do so, not even daring to get close, as they felt that if they did, the captain would draw his sword and kill them.

So the entire hall was wiped clean, except for the area around Wei Jiao, which was still covered in blood, making the scene even more bizarre than the previous blood-soaked hall.

Fortunately, the captain didn't seem to care, and while listening to the women in embroidered robes talking, he yawned.

"...Just take Sun Shu's family away, and leave everything else to General Feng," he said lazily. "We won't interfere."

The women in embroidered robes responded with a "Yes."

"My lord, please go and rest for a while," said a woman in embroidered robes. "I haven't had a proper night's sleep these past few days."

After saying that, he knelt down and stepped forward.

Wei Jiao put her hand on his shoulder and was about to get up when a woman in embroidery hurried in, carrying a small box.

"Commander, this is a gift from your father. He said he couldn't leave Longxi because of his official duties, and you couldn't go home to visit your family because of your official duties, so he sent this gift to express his longing."

Wei Jiao, supporting herself on the shoulders of the woman in embroidered robes, slowly stood up, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "Okay."

You Xiuyi stepped forward, took the box, opened it, and carefully inspected it inside and out before presenting it to Wei Jiao.

Wei Jiao lowered his eyes slightly, and when he saw the contents of the small box, his gaze sharpened, but then a smile spread across his face.

He chuckled, "It's really beautiful."

As soon as he said that, the laughter grew louder and louder.

His body trembled, as if he were about to lose his balance.

But instead of leaning on the embroidered robe, he withdrew his hand from the robe's shoulder, put it to his mouth, and bit his finger.

Is this an attempt to stop laughing?
The geishas, ​​kneeling on the floor inside the hall and wiping themselves as they peeked, couldn't help but think, but wait, that finger wasn't covering their mouths; instead, it was being gnawed at one by one by teeth…

The fingers were very white, and as they were bitten, teeth marks were left, and blood seeped out.

(End of this chapter)