sjar Chapter 58 The Final Strike
Chapter 58 The Final Strike
"princess!"
came a familiar voice.
Jiang Zhi turned around; it was noon.
"Did my cousin get back safely?" Jiang Zhi asked.
"Yes, with Chenxi accompanying Miss Biao back to the manor, I was worried about Your Highness's safety, so I followed the alleyways all the way here," Wu Shi said hastily.
Jiang Zhi nodded.
Turning to Lou Shuangxin, he said again, "Don't call me Master. If you must, call me Sister. And get out of here quickly."
After saying that, Jiang Zhi pulled Wu Shi and turned to leave.
The following day, news of Yu Cigui's murder quickly spread throughout Yanjing.
The household of the Vice Minister of the Imperial Secretariat was also turned upside down.
The Vice Minister of the Imperial Secretariat had his son, who was born out of wedlock, deposed, and the concubine in the Vice Minister's household was also locked up in the woodshed by the old lady.
Yu Cigui's private conduct was generally overlooked by the Zhongshu Shilang family, but they never expected to run into a brick wall today.
He deceived many girls and used poisonous insects on them for his own amusement. Now he has finally gotten his just deserts.
Liu's plan failed again, and she was so angry that she smashed everything on the table, even cursing at the servants who were sweeping the floor.
Jiang Zhi, who lived in the Prince's mansion, slept until the sun was high in the sky.
Upon waking, Jiang Zhi turned her gaze to Wu Shi, who was bringing in water.
"Tonight, let's take a few crows and head to Jizhou, and have Wen Guzhu perform one last act."
"Let Xiangyi come to Yanjing."
"After this scene, prepare a carriage for Wen Guzhu to go back to Xiyan City and pick up his sister."
"Yes."
After receiving the order at noon, he obediently withdrew.
At this moment, in an inn in Jizhou, Wen Guzhu lay on the bed, barely alive, raising his eyes to look at Xiangyi.
His slightly moving lips were pale as he struggled to speak, "Didn't the doctor say that drinking this medicine would cure me?"
"But for some reason, I've been feeling increasingly weak these past few days, with only a bit of energy for the first two days."
"Yi'er, I'm so sorry. I've dragged you down and made you spend money to buy these medicinal herbs."
"Don't worry, I will repay you double the amount once my condition improves."
Xiangyi looked at his face, her eyes slightly reddening, and subconsciously overreacted.
After a short while, I picked up a spoon and fed him.
"Xie Lang, please don't do this. You did all this to save me."
Wen Guzhu's breathing was trembling slightly, which made Xiangyi uneasy.
Her eyelids twitched involuntarily, and she picked up the handkerchief in her hand to gently wipe away the medicine that had spilled from Wen Guzhu's lips.
"The doctor said this medicine can cure you."
"Besides, this medicine is so expensive, how could it not be effective?"
"Xie Lang, weren't you feeling better the other day? Why has your health been getting worse these past few days?"
Wen Guzhu gasped weakly, "Cough cough, I don't know either, my health has just been getting worse and worse these past few days."
"Yi'er, it seems that Madam Jiang's assassins have already caught up with us in Ji Province. We may have been exposed. We should leave Ji Province as soon as possible."
"My health is poor now, and I'm still a burden to you."
“If Yi’er has evidence, she can definitely clear our sister’s name. I also believe that Marquis Zhenyuan is not such an unreasonable person.”
Xiangyi remained silent for a while, then put down the bowl in her hand and looked at Wen Guzhuyu.
"Brother Xie, drink the medicine first. If it still doesn't work, I'll go see the doctor again tomorrow morning."
"You're all I have."
She pursed her lips. "Madam Jiang wanted to use me to swindle the former madam's dowry. She was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so she thought of killing me to silence me."
Seeing Xiangyi's sadness, Wen Guzhu reached out and wiped away her tears. "It's alright, we'll leave Jizhou tomorrow."
"After I recover, I will take you back to Yanzhou and we will get married."
"As long as you have evidence, I will definitely take you back to Yanjing to avenge our dead sister."
Xiangyi was deeply moved to see Wen Guzhuo still worrying about her despite his current state.
Under the candlelight, she carefully wiped Wen Guzhuo's body, then blew out the candle and lay down beside him.
In the middle of the night, cold rain poured down outside the window, and a cool breeze sneaked in through the window, gradually spreading the chill to the bed.
Wen Guzhu couldn't help but cough a few times while lying on the bed. Xiangyi felt sorry for him and got up to walk to the window to close it.
The night was deep and dark, and the rain outside was getting heavier. She reached out her hand, and the raindrops fell on her wrist, feeling cold and piercing.
She took a deep breath and closed the window. A dark shadow flashed past her.
"what!"
Xiangyi screamed in fright.
Before she could react, a sharp long knife suddenly slashed down, leaving a deep cut on her arm.
"Yi'er... Yi'er..."
Hearing the noise at the window, Wen Guzhu, lying on the bed, instinctively knew what had happened.
He endured the pain and propped himself up, only to see that Xiangyi's arm was bleeding profusely.
The man in black, wielding a gleaming knife, pressed closer step by step. Xiangyi recognized his dark eyes; he was the doctor who had treated Wen Guzhu.
She trembled all over and retreated step by step until she reached Wen Guzhu's bedside. With a "plop," she knelt down and began to beg for mercy.
"Please, don't kill me, please don't kill me."
"You've already swindled all our money! What more do you want!"
The man in black, his hands covered in blood, gripped a long knife and spoke coldly, "How can the madam rest easy if you don't die?"
"Today, both of you must die!"
"咻" sound.
The long sword suddenly slashed down, and Xiangyi screamed in fright.
In an instant, Wen Guzhu rushed forward and heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, like a snapped string exploding in his ear.
She thought she was going to die, but then she felt a heavy body pressing down on her.
You can still faintly smell a strong stench of blood, mixed with a faint fragrance—it's Wen Guzhu's.
Wen Guzhu coughed up blood, looking at her with tender eyes.
"Yi...er..."
On his back, the plain white clothes were instantly stained red.
Xiangyi immediately realized that he had taken the blow for her.
"Yi'er..."
Xiangyi exclaimed in shock, "Xie Lang! You can't die, you absolutely can't die..."
"I'm sorry, I've dragged you down!"
She held Wen Guzhu in her arms, tightly covering his bleeding back, and roared at the men in black in front of her with all her might, "What exactly do you want!"
"You killed my sister, and now you won't let my Xie Lang go. What did we do wrong to deserve this?"
"What else do you want?"
The deafening cries echoed throughout the entire inn.
The man in black in front of her twisted his neck and sneered, "If you have someone to blame, blame your greed. As long as you live, Madam Jiang will not have peace of mind."