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Chapter 53 I Have a Way to Deal with Him

The sound of horses' hooves moved slowly through the streets of the capital, surrounded by bustling crowds. The once prosperous capital of Beiyi presented a different face to Gu Lingzhi.

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his eyes slightly as he ate the food that General Zhang had just bought from outside.

Although the carriage looked simple, it was quite spacious inside. Two people could sit comfortably without feeling cramped, and there was even room for a table.

Gu Lingzhi had almost finished eating. She rested her chin on one hand, fiddling with the chopsticks on the table. Her eyes were somewhat vacant, as if she were recalling something.

The journey here was incredibly dangerous.

During their journey from Linyang City to the capital, Mo Jiuxiao and Gu Lingzhi encountered four or five assassination attempts.

The first few attacks were dealt with very easily, but the last one, the enemy brought several thousand men.

When they left the border, they only brought a hundred-man team with them. In addition, due to the exhaustion along the way, Mo Jiuxiao was seriously ill and his combat strength was insufficient.

That chaotic battle was essentially a one-sided pursuit.

Mo Jiuxiao raised his eyelids slightly and took a sip of water. After half a month of recuperation, his injuries had recovered very well.

His lips, which were originally pale, now had color, and the eyes that were gazing at her had become warmer.

Gu Lingzhi glanced at the street that seemed somewhat familiar from her memory: "Nothing, just thinking about the past!"

Mo Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows and suddenly said to Zhang Rong outside, "Go to the Marquis of Zhenguo's residence!"

Zhang Rong's hand holding the reins trembled, and he was instantly stunned: "Where are we going? Your Highness, you must be joking. Not only is the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion sealed off, but there are also countless eyes watching us. If any strangers approach, they will probably be arrested as accomplices."

Mo Jiuxiao hadn't expected this at all, and anger flashed in his eyes: "Is that so?"

Zhang Rong was extremely nervous. Along the way, he had witnessed countless dangers. As a messenger, he was naturally supposed to return to the capital with Gu Lingzhi and Mo Jiuxiao. But who could have imagined that all his subordinates and the soldiers he brought back from the border would die?

"What this humble general says is of course true!"

Mo Jiuxiao nodded: "Go ahead, and I'll take responsibility for anything that happens!"

Zhang Rong was speechless and had no choice but to obey. He turned the car around and headed straight for the deep, old alleyway that bore the marks of time.

Gu Lingzhi squinted at Mo Jiuxiao and asked in confusion, "What are you going to the Marquis of Zhenguo's residence for?"

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes concealing the expression in his eyes, but he did not explain anything to her.

Gu Lingzhi rested her chin on her hand, looking at Mo Jiuxiao, and suddenly smiled. A glint of understanding flashed in her eyes: "Did Your Highness think I was homesick?"

They had truly bonded through thick and thin, and their time together had given her a glimpse into Mo Jiuxiao's true character.

He appears cold and ruthless on the surface, but he cares about her without her even realizing it.

Gu Lingzhi naturally couldn't refuse such concern.

Mo Jiuxiao's gaze met hers. At this moment, Gu Lingzhi's eyes were filled only with those dark purple eyes. When she looked at people, she still gave people a very distant and indifferent feeling. But for some reason, Gu Lingzhi could feel that faint touch: "Just going the same way!"

Gu Lingzhi almost laughed at those words.

She lifted the curtain, raised the corners of her lips, and asked Zhang Rong, who was driving the carriage outside, "General Zhang, you've been in the capital for many years. Is this road on your way to the Marquis of Zhenguo's residence?"

Zhang Rong had no idea what was being said inside the carriage. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "It takes a long detour to get from here to the Marquis of Zhenguo's residence, adding at least half an hour to the journey."

Gu Lingzhi turned her head with a smile, looking at Mo Jiuxiao provocatively: "Okay, I understand."

Mo Jiuxiao remained silent with a gloomy face, radiating a chilling aura.

After the carriage had been traveling for about half an hour, she finally saw a familiar courtyard in the distance.

Because of the compatibility of memories, Gu Lingzhi was able to clearly recall everything that happened here.

However, the dilapidated red-painted gate in front of me, with cobwebs still growing in the corner, formed a stark contrast to the one I remembered.

The area in front of the door was covered with weeds because no one had tidied it up. Gu Lingzhi felt a bit annoyed and sore in her heart after seeing this scene.

The Marquis of Zhenguo and his wife have been loving and affectionate for many years. Although the accident that happened back then caused a rift between them, they both still dote on Gu Lingzhi.

Therefore, Gu Lingzhi was quite envious of the original owner's childhood in her memories.

After all, the real her had very few memories of her parents.

The Gu family has been military families for generations. Her father died while serving in the army. Her mother, who had just given birth to her, was greatly shocked when she heard about this, so she passed away shortly after birth. Gu Lingzhi was basically raised by her aunt.

The carriage stopped in the alley at the corner. Zhang Rong tried to avoid being noticed by others. When he saw Gu Lingzhi still looking at the courtyard over there, he asked with a puzzled look, "I wonder what relationship this brother has with the Gu family?"

He realized his mistake as soon as he asked the question, but by then it was too late to regret it.

Gu Lingzhi was taken aback when Zhang Rong called her "brother." She suppressed a laugh and composed herself, saying, "Yes, we have some old acquaintances, but that's all in the past. Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rong turned the carriage around to leave. However, before the horse had taken more than a few steps, several imperial guards from the capital suddenly surrounded the box.

Those men, riding high on horseback, stood with their heads held high and chests puffed out, displaying an extremely arrogant expression: "Who are you people, and what are you doing here sneaking around like this?"

Zhang Rong was startled, not expecting that they would be discovered so quickly after only staying for a short while.

To avoid further trouble, he quickly lowered his head, trying to conceal his face: "We're just passing by, the carriage broke down, we'll be leaving soon..."

But that person had no intention of letting them go.

Leading the horse to the carriage, the group surrounded it completely.

"Just passing by? I can tell you all have malicious intentions. Men, take all of these people away."

Several people behind them jumped off their horses, rubbing their hands together and walking forward with malicious intent that made anyone who saw them angry.

It's obvious they're deliberately looking for trouble. If they were ordinary citizens, they might have been bullied right now.

Zhang Rong was, after all, a general, and even if all these people attacked at once, they wouldn't be a match for him. He touched the longsword at his waist with one hand; the training he had undergone in the past two weeks had been far more stimulating than the previous ten years or so.

The guards who approached were still deliberately hinting, "If you obediently hand over what the general wants, our general will let you go!"

General?

Zhang Rong raised her head and glanced at the person in the lead.

At first, the person seemed somewhat familiar, but upon closer inspection, he recognized him.

Leading the way was clearly Yang Tianrui, the son of the Minister of Revenue and a notorious playboy in the capital.

Before leaving the capital, he had heard that the Minister of Revenue had put his son in the Imperial Guard, but he never expected to actually witness it today.

Zhang Rong tightened his grip on the sword, still hesitating whether he should take action and deal with this group of people under these circumstances.

Yang Tianrui, who was riding on horseback, couldn't wait any longer: "Hurry up and do it! If you don't obey, just beat him!"

Upon receiving this order, the lackeys were about to throw things at the carriage without any hesitation, and Zhang Rong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, he saw the curtain being lifted by a pair of hands.

A man slowly emerged from the carriage, his incomparably handsome face causing a moment of silence in the alley.

Those dark eyes exerted a heavy pressure on those who wanted to rush over, and everyone's steps froze in that instant.

Even a fool could see that Mo Jiuxiao was extraordinary.

She wore a simple navy blue cloak, and a black bodysuit that accentuated her slender waist. The sleeves were embroidered with patterns of pythons soaring through the clouds.

This dragon-like pattern can only be worn by those above the rank of prince, besides the emperor.

Unfortunately, Mo Jiuxiao hadn't returned to the capital for many years, and not many people still remembered what he looked like. The Imperial Guard leader in front of him, the only son of the Minister of Revenue, had no idea what kind of tough rock he had kicked.

"Ha, has the capital already decayed to this extent since I didn't return this year?"

He calls himself "this king"...

Wearing a long robe with python patterns.

She wore a jade-colored hair crown.

Coupled with his somewhat terrifying aura, everything about him revealed Mo Jiuxiao's identity.

However, Yang Tianrui sneered: "If you're a prince, then I'm the emperor. If you don't want to be thrown into the imperial prison, then you'd better hand over the silver obediently."

Standing behind Mo Jiuxiao, Gu Lingzhi rubbed her forehead upon hearing his arrogant words.

It really proves the saying, "If you don't court death, you won't die."

Zhang Rong couldn't hold back any longer and turned to tell Mo Jiuxiao, "Your Highness, this man is Yang Tianrui, the only son of the Minister of Revenue."

Gu Lingzhi's pupils flickered slightly. This young master Yang was clearly spoiled and a spoiled brat who had never seen the world. The book also mentioned him; despite being the only son of the Minister of Revenue, he was addicted to gambling and even stole government silver, causing his father a great deal of trouble. In a fit of anger, his father exiled him to the Imperial Guard. Unfortunately, the young master not only did not change at all, but also began to escalate his extortionate and plundering activities.

However, this Yang family... seems to be on Gu Fuling's side.

After careful consideration, a glint of inspiration flashed in Gu Lingzhi's eyes. She would make Gu Fuling lose everything she had gained after her rebirth.

She gently tugged at Mo Jiuxiao's sleeve.

Mo Jiuxiao frowned, but did not dodge, letting the other party grab him.

Gu Lingzhi clearly didn't feel any difference in treatment between herself and others, nor did she know that Mo Jiuxiao's sleeves weren't something anyone could just tug at. She whispered in Mo Jiuxiao's ear, "Your Highness, I have a way to deal with him."