First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

When the Jinwu Guards and their hounds found this ruined mountain temple, they only saw a man in black with blood dripping from his blade and a pool of something that looked like a human on the ground...

The bonfire in the ruined temple was swaying in the night wind, causing the entire mountain temple hall to fall into an eerie silence. Only the deafening howling of the hounds struck everyone's heart.

Even the Jinwu Guards were so shocked by the scene before them that they did not dare to take a single step forward for a long time.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the house as if it was blown by the cold night wind.

Emperor Jing was only breathing out, not breathing in. There was a large pool of fresh blood under him, and there was not a single piece of good skin or flesh on his body. Almost all of his body, except for the neck, was covered with dagger cuts. Some of his hands and feet even had bones exposed. The blood on the ground was mixed with the cut skin and flesh. Some of the Jinwu Guards couldn't help but vomit...

In front of many Jinwu Guards, the man in black cut off Emperor Jing's head with a knife.

His movements were neat, quick, and calm. He even put Emperor Jing's head into a bundle in front of everyone and put the bundle on his back...

"He killed the deposed emperor!" Someone among the Jinwu Guards shouted, and everyone suddenly came to their senses.

"catch him!"

The Jinwu Guards, who seemed to have just woken up from a dream, rushed forward.

"I don't want to kill you!" Wei Ling spoke slowly. He tightened the bag on his back and looked coldly at the Jinwu Guards who surrounded him.

He knew many of the people here, but he couldn't remember the names of some of them.

"But anyone who stands in my way will die!" Wei Ling said word by word.

"If we let you go, we will die too!" someone shouted and rushed towards Wei Ling first.

Wei Ling moved, his figure as fast as a ghost.

In a fight, either you die or I die...

The duty of these Jinwu Guards was to protect the deposed emperor and send him safely to the presence of Emperor Longchang. However, the deposed emperor had been beheaded in front of them. They could not explain themselves if they returned. If even the deposed emperor's head was taken away, then they would most likely also lose their heads like the deposed emperor...

So almost everyone risked their lives... Only if they could save the murderer and take back the deposed emperor's head, they might have a chance of survival.

Inside the ruined mountain temple, the bonfire was still burning brightly. As the flames flickered, the flashes of swords and sabers shone, and the sounds of swords clashing and the whimpering of hounds intertwined...

Blood splattered among the ruins, like ink splashed...

邙城

Su Jixiang shook off the snow on his body.

She came back from the mountains quietly.

She lied to others and said that Wei Ling went to the mountains to hunt foxes, so there must be a fox or some other prey... otherwise she would never be able to make up for the lie.

So not long after Wei Ling left, Su Jixiang changed into men's clothes and went to the mountains to wait and see.

Su Jixiang had been a soldier and had some knowledge of hunting techniques in the wild. They had required her to do this during the wilderness survival training. But the current situation was that the mountains were covered with snow and she was not familiar with the terrain, so Su Jixiang thought about it and decided not to risk her life.

So she rode her horse around the foot of the mountain and asked around. There were several villages at the foot of the mountain, and she was looking for an experienced hunter.

After much inquiry, she locked onto a hunter in Kaoshantun.

This family of hunters was a father and son, their surname was Mo. The father was Mo Dashan, about 40 years old, and the son was Mo Xingwen, about 18 or 19 years old.

It was close to the end of the year and the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, so the hunters returned to the village early to pack up and prepare for the New Year, but they could not resist the high amount of money given by Su Jixiang.

Su Jixiang had inquired around and found out that a few days ago, Mo Dashan asked a matchmaker in the city to help arrange a marriage for a family. Mo Xingwen and the girl were attracted to each other and came back to ask his father for help in proposing marriage.

But the other party looked down on people from the mountains, so the lion asked for a sky-high bride price of three hundred taels of silver.

The Mo family was a hunter in the mountains. The money they saved from hunting was only enough to make ends meet. Even if they had a little surplus, they couldn't come up with three hundred taels of silver all at once! This marriage was considered a failure, and the Mo family father and son were worried about it for a long time at home.

Moreover, she had also inquired about it. The father and son of the Mo family had a very good reputation in the surrounding area and had high hunting skills, so Su Jixiang was able to find the Mo family with great precision.

She immediately promised that as long as the Mo family father and son could hunt a white fox in the mountains, she would give them 100 taels of silver. The size of the other prey would not matter, she would take one if they got one. In short, she would not let the Mo family father and son return empty-handed.

With the money given by Su Jixiang, the Mo family can go back to propose marriage! Not only can they pay the betrothal gifts, but they can also have a surplus of 200 taels of silver.

Yes, when a girl from the city wants to marry into the mountains, her family is indeed worried. If they don’t have sufficient financial resources, how can they be willing to let their daughter suffer?

The mountains are nothing like the capital. If one could really hunt a white fox and put it in the capital, one could easily sell it for a high price of one thousand taels of silver. So Su Jixiang felt that he was not losing out by paying five hundred taels of silver, and he was even getting a bargain.

Anyway, in the end the money still comes from Wei Ling. Who asked me to cover for him?

Since Su Jixiang didn't have to pay for it himself, he naturally wouldn't feel bad about it.

After all, when Wei Ling was in the palace before, he was very generous~!

The Mo family father and son felt that the fair-skinned young man who asked them to go fox hunting probably really didn't understand the market. White foxes were hard to find, but in Mangcheng a high-quality white fox skin only cost two hundred taels of silver.

"Sir, why don't you go to Mangcheng and buy it directly!" Mo Dashan kindly reminded Su Jixiang as he looked at the deposit of two hundred taels of silver notes placed on the table.

"I don't want to buy the prepared fox skin." Su Jixiang coughed lightly and lowered her voice. She was now playing the role of a rich young master. "I want to present a birthday gift to my mother. I only want this unskinned fox. I will go into the mountains with you. I promised to hunt the prey for my mother myself. But I know my own weight, so I would like to ask for your help."

The Mo family father and son looked at each other, and then thought about it and it made sense. After all, they were giving a birthday gift to their mother, and nothing could be more thoughtful than hunting it with their own hands!

Mo Xingwen looked at his father anxiously. Mo Dashan knew that he was worried about the little girl from the grocery store in the city, so he could only sigh and say, "Then I'll accept your deposit for the time being. It's very cold in the mountains, and hunting is very hard, so you have to be prepared!"