Seeing that she understood, Park An-jin kept blinking.
"Does Your Excellency think all the people of Wei are fools?"
Yu Zigui smiled and gently splashed a bucket of cold water on his head. "Besides, you're not the only one who can speak foreign languages."
Ignoring Park An-jin's despairing expression, she looked at the corpse on the ground and frowned. "It's quite conspicuous, should we dig a hole?"
Good deeds should be remembered, bad deeds should be left unsaid. The Yu family precepts are the wisdom of our ancestors, and she never dares to forget every word of these admonitions.
Before digging the pit, she had to remove her Hwarang uniform. She hadn't used any swords or spears earlier because she was afraid of tearing this fine outfit. With a sigh, she bent down and began to peel off her clothes.
"Future aunt-in-law!"
What's wrong? She looked up.
“It is inappropriate for men and women to be intimate; Miss Yu, please have some self-respect,” Wei Zhuofeng said with obvious disapproval.
It makes her seem like a female sex fiend.
Yu Zigui was somewhat dissatisfied, but given her master's teaching that others should do the heavy and tiring work, she went along with it and handed over the task of stripping off her clothes to a few men, becoming a hands-off manager with a clear conscience.
Leaning against the tree, Yu Zigui saw Cong Luan take a porcelain bottle out of her precious book bag. She stared at the small characters on the bottle with some curiosity. "Miraculous Hands, Benevolent Heart, Empty Powder," she read aloud.
The name sounds like either a life-saving elixir or a miraculous healing product, so why is it being used here?
Seeing her puzzled, Cong Luan smiled smugly: "Ah Gui, Ah Gui, although you are the new leader of the alliance, your experience in the martial world is still shallow."
It has always been a virtue of the Tianlong Sect to be humble and ask questions. She asked eagerly, "What is this?"
Cong Luan didn't answer, but opened the bottle cap and gently sprinkled the powder inside. Instantly, white smoke rose from the corpse on the ground, and after a moment, it returned to dust, with sand in the wind.
At that moment, besides her, only Park An-jin was staring intently. The other three men were already used to it, keeping their eyes straight ahead and focusing on arranging the remaining Hwarangs at the easiest angles to attack.
Compared to her digging holes and burying people, this is truly killing without leaving a trace.
"People come empty-handed, and leave empty-handed. The 'Miraculous Hands and Kind Heart Empty-Hand Powder' is known as an essential 'medicine' for those who roam the martial world, on par with 'Boundless Pleasure and Nightly Spring'."
Upon hearing this, her eye twitched slightly.
With skillful hands and a kind heart, Kong Kong powder brings boundless pleasure and nightly spring. Ah, what an essential "medicine" for wandering the world!
From initially being astonished to now being completely unfazed, she had adjusted her mindset remarkably well, to the point of being somewhat numb. Even if the dust on the ground suddenly clung together to form a person, she could remain calm and composed. She stepped aside with her hands behind her back, watching Cong Luan lightly flick the bottle, sprinkling the last bit of powder, then elegantly wiping her fingertips with a silk handkerchief, and finally habitually taking out paper and pen to write it down.
On November 21, Yu Zigui and four others performed "Miraculous Hands and Benevolent Hearts" in the birch forest at the foot of Changbai Mountain.
Following Cong Luan's pen strokes, she silently read aloud. "Although the last four characters are subtly alluded and used very cleverly, but—" she pointed to the subject, glancing at the very dedicated old man from the mountain, "why is only my name mentioned?"
Look at the first few lines: what about going to sea to save the country, crossing mountains and valleys to raid the Northern Barbarians, names clearly listed, not one missing. Yet, in this "good deed" of murder and robbery, the subject is suddenly reduced to one person. Isn't that a bit too "cheap" for her? Actually, she was conservative and valued a low profile.
She gave him a meaningful look, but Luan didn't even glance at her, simply closing the book as if to seal his fate. He even added a comforting remark at the end: "As the leader, please bear with me."
She was speechless.
She vies for glory, but takes the blame. No wonder most martial arts leaders in "Tales of the Martial World" are hypocritical villains; she's finally come to her senses.
Without arguing, she silently walked to the tree, looking at Park An-jin's ashen face, and found him increasingly irritating. After a long while, she remembered the defense map she hadn't yet obtained. So, she looked back at the spot Park An-jin was protecting, and without thinking, grabbed Park's belt and yanked it.
His skin felt a little cool, and the biting mountain wind felt like a knife cutting into it, but the chill in his chest was unbearable. Park An-jin was stunned.
If he weren't still hearing and seeing, he would have seriously doubted whether this unrestrained woman before him was actually from the Great Wei. Based on his years of experience living abroad, the Great Wei, while not as conservative as the Cheng-Zhu school of Neo-Confucianism of the past, still placed great importance on female chastity. He had personally witnessed a case where a young woman was forced into marriage after mistakenly seeing a naked man.
The woman before him had her hair unkempt and her features somewhat immature; she was clearly not a married woman. How… how could she show no fear whatsoever, but rather appear natural, even incredibly bold…
Park An-jin began to regret hiding the things so well that someone was still not satisfied even when he was left with only his underwear.
"Huh?" Turning the cotton-padded shirt over, Yu Zigui did not find the expected lining. She looked at Park Anjin, whose face was blue from the cold, and then glanced at the only thin layer of clothing he was wearing.
Release his pressure points, and he'll pay!
Seeing her intention, Park Ahn-jin gave her a strong look, but it was clear that someone preferred to do it themselves.
"uncle……"
Behind her, Xiao Kuang stammered, whether from the cold or from fright, causing even Wei Zhuofeng to gasp. She had excellent hearing, so even if she heard, she pretended not to. It was just a few pieces of clothing, really; if they knew her vast "knowledge" within her sect, would they faint? She smiled inwardly, attributing her actions entirely to the Yu family's unrestrained traditions.
Pushing down anything that catches the eye is morally acceptable and even quite virtuous, compared to the teachings of one's parents. This act of stripping someone for the sake of justice is morally sound and even quite kind.
Besides, that person wasn't there.
She silently added to herself, her movements becoming even more vigorous. In no time, she was about to see the map inside her undergarment when suddenly the hairs on her body stood on end. This animalistic instinct had only ever surfaced when she was a child and her father had tormented her.
Her eyes widened, and just as she was about to see the person behind her clearly from Park An-jin's astonished gaze, her vision was covered. The hand covering her eyes was long and slender, carrying a chill from a long journey. The cold made her shiver involuntarily, and she instinctively wanted to widen her eyes further.
"Dare to open your eyes and try." The voice was soft and slow, with a hint of ruthless tenderness. Feeling her eyelashes tremble slightly before slowly lowering, the cold fingers withdrew from her eyes.
A moment later, she heard a slight tearing sound. She realized that someone had taken the item, but the method was unusually vicious, as if they were venting something.
"Hmph." As his breath brushed past her ear, she could feel the rising anger.
"Give it to me."
"What? Uncle?"
"clothing."
"Here..." Why is even Cong Luan so obedient? Didn't she dislike someone's arrogance?
She was somewhat unconvinced, and slightly lifted her eyelids, raising her chin little by little. Her vision was somewhat blurry beneath her eyelashes, and she could only see a half-lit outline.
Dressed in red, she fluttered in the wind of Changbai Mountain, accepting the Hwarang hoodie handed to her by Cong Luan, then picking up the envoy's uniform that someone had stripped off and scattered on the ground. Shangguan Yi turned around, her gaze meeting the furtive look in her eyes. Seeing her eyelashes flutter slightly, Shangguan Yi smiled dangerously.
"Let's send the master on his way." He glanced at Park An-jin and gestured to Xiao Kuang.
"Ah... that..."
Shangguan Yi was clearly impatient with his nephew's stammering. He glanced at him slowly, and Xiao Kuang's hair stood on end at the sight. The words he was about to say for Yu Zigui suddenly changed his mind.
"It's nothing," he said curtly, determined not to look at Yu Zigui.
Future aunt-in-law... you'd better pray for yourself...
"We'll set off in half an hour." Taking the hand of the girl who was secretly glaring at Xiao Kuang, Shangguan Yi turned and left.
The northern wind whistled in her ears, and she was almost dragged into the forest. Suddenly, the footsteps in front of her stopped, and the fiery red figure spun slightly, looking into a pair of dark eyes.
He glared, and she glared back.
Why was he angry? She remembered him repeatedly saying he wouldn't stop her, yet he secretly sabotaged her. She wasn't even angry, and he was already furious?
Their eyes widened in disbelief, but their burgeoning anger finally subsided with Shangguan Yi, who chuckled and pulled her closer. "Still angry?"
She snatched the Hwarang robe from his hand, glanced at him, and didn't answer.
"A vengeful woman." Shangguan Yi turned her face away. "You were the one who schemed against me."
"That wasn't scheming." But it was scheming, she said, contradicting herself and feeling perfectly justified. "You were the one who said we'd walk this path together."
She looked at him mischievously, trying to detect some frustration in his eyes, but to her surprise, his dark pupils spread like ink, deepening with each passing moment, revealing undisguised joy. This joy, like peach blossoms in March, bloomed brightly and beautifully in the icy snow, stirring her own springtime desires, making her want to heed her parents' advice and seduce him.
After all, this large peach blossom tree doesn't know martial arts; if she wanted to, she could simply grab it. She stretched out her wolf claws and seized his collar.
Suddenly, a ray of sunlight slid across the leafless birch tree and pierced her eyes. The clouds in the sky flowed like water, and her eyes reflected the flowing clouds, as if struck by lightning, instantly clearing her mind.
What a prodigy! If it weren't for the protection of the Taoist patriarch, she would have been doomed.
Seeing her curled fingers slowly relax and the previous arousal in her eyes disappear, Shangguan Yi narrowed his eyes slightly displeased and grabbed her hand that was trying to pull back.
"Zigui, you've been walking too slowly all this way, I can hardly wait any longer."
She was stunned, but then she understood. "It's not that slow, but Ziyu arrived faster than I expected. I originally thought you wouldn't arrive until after dark."
She spoke honestly, but saw Shangguan Yi glaring at her resentfully. "Is something wrong?" she asked, slightly puzzled.
Seeing that she was meticulous in her thinking but lacked romantic understanding, Shangguan Yi felt both angry and annoyed, yet also somewhat pleased. He was overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions, which even he himself could not clearly discern.
His feelings were too complicated, and in the end, Shangguan Yi simply stopped trying to distinguish them. He smiled slightly and took out several slips of paper from his sleeve.
"'Young Master, run!' One word keeps changing along the way." He flipped through the note, and the character "fast" went from having all the strokes at the beginning to decreasing one by one, and finally to being blank. "Zigui, you're urging me on."
Yu Zigui's eyes curved into a smile. "Because an envoy is indispensable when sending a mission to the Northern Barbarians."
"Oh?" He showed no emotion whatsoever, acting as if it were none of his business.
“Before coming to North Korea, I originally planned to take things one step at a time, but I never expected to meet Park An-jin. But since this opportunity has fallen into my lap, I can’t just refuse it, can I?”
Knowing that she was trying to provoke her into asking a question, Shangguan Yi raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
This guy... well, she admits defeat. After all, he has a skill he has, which is something she doesn't have.
Yu Zigui sighed and looked up into his handsome eyes: "Ziyu, I need you."
"What do you want from me?" he asked, leaning down in a good mood.
“We can dress up as Hwarang, but only you can speak the Northern Di language.”
"How did you know I would say that?" He gazed absently at her lips.
"When we were in Jiangdu, Boss Man was the merchant from the Hu region who saved us. You spoke to him in the Northern Di language back then, didn't you?"
“That might be Tibetan,” he said cunningly, moving even closer to her.
"No, it's the Northern Di language. I asked you about it." She was glad she had asked that question out of curiosity.
"You remember so clearly." His dark eyes deepened as he smiled faintly. "Zigui, you've always been thinking of me, haven't you?"
This man, this man, he clearly knew she needed his help and wouldn't dare refuse. Her face flushed red, whether from being exposed or from anger at him taking advantage of her situation.
"yes."
Her voice was so soft that he had to lower his head to hear it. "Can't you live without me?" Shangguan Yi said seductively. Seeing that she was about to struggle, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
"Is it not okay?" He asked, almost in a mix of interrogation and coaxing.
Yu Zigui trembled, a strange throbbing rising in her heart, as if something was growing rapidly, making her uncontrollably itchy.
She looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers. "I need you, Ziyu."
She knew this sentence carried a deeper meaning than the previous ones, and he knew it too. She was certain he knew because he was like a satiated cat, making no attempt to hide the calculation in his eyes.
He's setting the bait, this insatiable big cat. But it's no big deal; she's incredibly patient and thick-skinned. Since he likes to listen, she'll go all in. Anyway, only heaven, earth, you, and I know.
Come on, come on, today's broadcast, she'll answer any questions.
"Zigui, are you begging me?"
"Yes," she answered readily, laughing heartily.
I thought it was some embarrassing question, but it's nothing special.