Agent secret Wind Boy

Chapitre 29

"Wait a minute, when did you become so knowledgeable about poisons?" Grandpa Guan looked at him strangely. "Didn't you used to look down on studying poisons? Saying that using poison to win was dishonorable?!"

"What I know is only a superficial understanding, how can I claim to know anything about it?" Jiang Mohui clearly didn't want to elaborate, simply glossing over the matter. "However, it's almost dawn. The most important thing now is to quickly find someone to dispose of these bodies. We also need to find a proper place to bury Miss Xiaofeng's family. Grandpa, you should go back to the village first, I'll be there shortly."

"Brother Qingyang," Xiaofeng looked at me pitifully, her eyes filled with obvious longing, "I want to be with you. Can I not go?"

“But it’s not safe here.” I touched her head guiltily. “Listen to me, go stay at Grandpa Jiang’s house. It’s much better than staying with me. No one will dare to bully you there.”

"What about you? Will you also go to stay at Grandpa Jiang's house?" Xiaofeng looked at me eagerly.

"Yes, you don't know martial arts. What if that thief comes looking for you again? Why don't you come back with us? There's no point in you staying here anyway," Grandpa Jiang kindly invited me.

"Xiao Feng, I promise you, I will definitely come to see you." I silently avoided Jiang Mo Hui's eyes, gently shook my head, and refused their kindness.

"You guys go back first, I'll talk to him."

"You should leave too. I want to be alone." I said this indifferently, turned around and went into my room, closed the door, and collapsed wearily onto the floor—so much had happened that night, and I really needed to think it over.

"Get up, the ground is too cold, be careful not to catch a cold." Jiang Mohui bent down with pity and reached out a hand to help me up.

"I almost forgot, you, Master Jiang, never use the gate when you come and go." I glanced at him mockingly, not asking why he didn't use it. —In all the time we've known each other, when has he ever listened to me? He's always been a self-willed, arrogant fellow. Well, he certainly has the right to be arrogant.

"Qing'er, are you still angry with me? Angry that I didn't tell you my true identity?" He sighed softly and squatted down to face me.

"We've only met by chance, how could I have the right to be angry with you? You're too kind, Master Jiang." I stubbornly turned my face away, refusing to look at him.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Do you know how worried I was about you?" He reached out and turned my head, his dark, star-like eyes filled with pain. "When I heard that the Heartless Decree had appeared in Sunjiawan, do you know how I felt?"

"Yes, I've burdened you with the crime of being a serial killer. You deserve to die a hundred times over, Jiang!" I mocked him coldly.

"You know perfectly well that's not what I'm worried about!" he roared, his voice trembling. "You have no relatives or friends, no money, a weak woman traveling alone. And you're so confused! The situation is so chaotic right now! I... I can't even imagine what might happen to you?"

I stared blankly at his hands—those hands were actually trembling? It seemed he didn't know I'd extorted five hundred taels of silver from Liu Wufeng. Was he genuinely worried about me? My heart softened, and the harsh words I'd spoken escaped my lips.

"And you, you audacious girl, now that you've escaped, you should stay put. How dare you draw these grotesque pictures and expose your identity?!" He gritted his teeth angrily. "How many lives do you think you have? Do you even have a brain?"

"How many lives I have, whether I have a brain or not, how I play and how I die are all my business, none of your concern, Master Jiang!" I was so angry that tears involuntarily streamed down my face. "You brat! Did I paint those pictures for myself? Not only are you not grateful, but you even pointed your finger at me and cursed me?! Go to hell!"

"Sigh!" He sighed softly, reached out and pulled me into his arms, and said gently, "I'm sorry, I wasn't scolding you. It's just that these matters of the martial world are for us men to handle, why should you worry about them?"

I struggled free from his embrace, suppressing my anger, and stood up indifferently. "Yes, I was overestimating myself, actually meddling in Master Jiang's business. It's laughable! It's dawn, you should go back!"

"Qing'er, I'm not blaming you for meddling. I'm worried about your safety. Why don't you understand?" He looked at me helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we're very familiar with each other." I maintained my indifferent expression. "What's on Jiang Da Xia's mind? How would I know?"

"Why do you always call me Hero Jiang? When did we become so distant?" He stared at me with annoyance.

"Then what should I call you? Taishan? Huaiyuan?" I sneered. "Neither of these are your real names. Don't you find it ridiculous to call you that?" Thinking back to those days, I kept saying bad things about Jiang Mohui in front of him, even asking him to his face if he was gay. It's just too ridiculous!

Jiang Mo looked at me quietly, then suddenly couldn't help but laugh. "So that's why you're angry? Then I'm being unfairly treated."

"What's so funny? Are you not Jiang Mohui, but really Ji Huaiyuan?"

“Mo Hui is my given name, Huai Yuan is my courtesy name, and Ji is my mother’s surname. I have never lied to you.” He smiled and took my hand. “I thought that with your intelligence, you should have figured it out long ago. In fact, I told you a long time ago.”

"When? How come I didn't know?" I tried to pull my hand away from his grasp, but failed—does being strong make you so great? I glared at him fiercely.

“Jiang Mo Hui, that is: Huai Yuan!” He slowly pronounced each word, holding me tightly in his arms. “Silly girl! In the future, if there’s something you haven’t figured out, don’t rush to condemn me. At least give me a chance to explain, okay?”

"You think you're right? That's just sophistry!" I muttered to myself, gradually ceasing my struggle—I couldn't overcome his brute force anyway. His rapidly beating heart told me of the fear buried deep within him.

I nestled quietly in his warm embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat. Suddenly, all the grievances, pain, torment, and fear I had endured these past few days seemed to vanish in that instant. I wished this moment could stand still, forever...

Huaiyuan gently released me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist, not wanting to leave this warmth so soon.

“Someone’s coming.” Huaiyuan chuckled softly in my ear. “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind letting others see.”

My face flushed, and I quickly pulled away from his embrace, walked to the window, and looked outside—there was no one there? Was he playing a trick on me again? I turned and glared at him. "Where is everyone?"

"We're almost there. Let's go outside." He took my hand and we walked side by side into the courtyard.

As they were speaking, three figures darted in from outside the courtyard like lightning. The handsome man in the sky-blue robe at the front was none other than Liu Wufeng!

"Big brother!" He spotted Huaiyuan at a glance, overjoyed, and rushed over to hug him tightly. "Where have you been all these years?! I've missed you so much!"

"Brother Mo Hui!" This woman with bright eyes and white teeth, a voice like a nightingale's song, and eyes full of affection, is Lu Rumei—yes, even if Huaiyuan didn't lie to me, there's still Miss Lu! How could I have forgotten her?

I walked silently to the side, my expression somber—they were brothers and spouses reunited, and I was stuck in the middle, what exactly was I?!

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Ye? What are you doing here?" Yang Wanqing looked at me suspiciously. "That day, you left without saying goodbye. Did something happen?"

"Hmph, what could possibly happen?" Lu Rumei sneered coldly. "He swindled a huge sum of money from Wufeng, and instead of running away, he's gone far away. Did you really think he'd pay you back? I told you long ago that this guy was a conman, but you wouldn't believe me, insisting he was forced into it. Look, isn't he standing here perfectly fine now? Maybe he's even thinking about how to swindle Mo Hui's money!"

“Rumei, don’t talk nonsense! Young Master Ye is my friend! He’s not that kind of person!” Liu Wufeng immediately spoke up to defend me.

"Rumei, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Mohui glanced at me indifferently. "What silver? Qing, uh, Qingyang, did you ask Wufeng for money?" -- Nonsense, do you think I'm a pig? If I didn't try to extort some money from him, how could I have come to Jiangning penniless?

"Rumei, how affectionately you call me!" I glanced at him sideways, my anger rising, and my tone sharpened. "Miss Lu is right. I was indeed tempted by the money and wanted to run away. But, Young Master Liu, now all five hundred taels of silver are gone, I've spent it all. Do with me as you please!" I spread my hands, resorting to shamelessness.

"Uh, Brother Ye, what are you saying? Five hundred taels is nothing to worry about. If you're short on cash, just ask for whatever you need." Liu Wufeng looked embarrassed, his handsome face flushed red, as if he were the one who owed money.

"Don't pay any attention to him! You're too soft-hearted! How can this ignorant and pedantic scholar be worthy of being called brothers with us? Since he can't pay back the money, let's just send him to the authorities for investigation." Lu Rumei looked at me arrogantly, like a proud peacock.

"How much does he owe you? I'll pay him back double! Is that alright?" With a clear voice, a handsome and elegant young man in brocade robes walked in from outside the door.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to help him?" Huaiyuan's gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on Yan Zongwang's face. This book was first published on Xiaoxiang Novel Original Network; please retain this information when reprinting!

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