"Langjun, why are you looking at me like this?"
The bride's face was flushed, and her watery black eyes were shimmering. Liu Zhao couldn't help but look away shyly.
"Madam, you are very beautiful tonight." Liu Zhao said uncomfortably, "… the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
The red candles flickered around. Liu Zhao glanced at the gourd containing the nuptial wine. The gourd was divided into two, and the stem was connected by a red thread. There was a cup of sake on each side. He swallowed his saliva unnaturally and awkwardly invited the newly appointed wife to join him for a toast.
"It's getting late … Madam, why don't you drink first, undress, and go to bed early …"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blush of shyness spread from his neck to his ears and forehead. A little sweat came out.
The bride sitting opposite him smiled reservedly and said in a soft and shy voice, "I will listen to Langjun."
The two picked up half of the gourd and tilted their upper bodies slightly. It seemed like a simple action, but Liu Zhao was so nervous that even his fingers were trembling.
"I … I finished …" Liu Zhao grabbed his sleeves and glanced at the bed behind the screen, "Madam, why don't you rest?"
The bride smiled and nodded. Liu Zhao seemed to be greatly encouraged and went forward to carry her.
Fortunately, his wife in his arms was not heavy. Otherwise, Liu Zhao might not be able to carry her.
Not long after, there was the sound of clothes sliding in the bridal room, and the slightly ambiguous subtle movements of the newlyweds. It was the first time for Liu Zhao to eat meat. Obviously, he didn't know what "temperance" was. After tossing and turning for a long time, he held the soft body in his arms and prepared to rest.
The two newlyweds hadn't slept for long when there was a burst of hurried and panicked footsteps outside, waking up Liu Zhao who had just fallen asleep.
"Madam, go to sleep first. I will go and have a look."
Liu Zhao comforted his new wife, took the cloak hanging on the side, put it on, and got up to open the door.
"Don't you want to see what day it is?" Liu Zhao was sleepy and tired at this moment, so he couldn't control his temper. He felt wronged being called on his wedding night, "What happened? If it's not a big deal, I will find you tomorrow … "
The servant hurriedly said, "Langjun, something big happened."
"What's the big deal?"
Liu Zhao was a little clear-headed at this moment, and an ominous premonition flashed in his heart.
The servant was so anxious that he quickly reported the news, scaring Liu Zhao so much that he no longer felt sleepy.
Wei Ci was assassinated and his corpse was left at the entrance of the alley …
Liu Zhao's legs turned to jelly when he heard this. He more or less knew what kind of person Wei Ci was.
"H-he's dead? Who assassinated him? "
Liu Zhao didn't dare to imagine his sister's expression right now.
Everyone in Wanzhou knew that he was one of the Duke of Lanting's trusted aides. No one expected that he would be assassinated on the night of the Duke of Lanting's brother's wedding. His bloodied body was dumped in an alley less than half a street away from Liu Zhao's mansion. Who could have predicted this?
Liu Zhao remembered the heat and hurriedly went back to his room to change into regular clothes. Before he left, he told his wife's dowry maids to take good care of her.
"Prepare the carriage and head to Mister Wei Ci's residence!"
By the time Liu Zhao arrived, there were many people patrolling the vicinity of Wei Ci's mansion. The mansion was brightly lit.
"Sister, Mr. Wei —"
Liu Zhao wasn't stopped. When he arrived at the main hall of Wei Ci's mansion, he found many familiar faces sitting or standing inside. Ninety percent of Jiang Pengji's trusted aides were present. The few who weren't present were shining in other prefectures and devoting their limited energy to unlimited work.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Pengji heard the commotion and looked up at him. "Why are you here instead of accompanying the newlyweds in the bridal chamber?"
Liu Zhao was shocked when he saw Jiang Pengji's appearance. His right leg, which had just stepped out, froze inside the door.
"Sister, I heard that Mister Wei was assassinated. I came over to take a look. Has the murderer been caught?"
Jiang Pengji stood in the hall. Her long hair draped over her shoulders. Other than a loose outer robe covering her shoulders, she only wore crescent white pajamas inside.
The pajamas were dyed red with human blood. Even though most of the blood had coagulated and slowly turned from bright red to dark red, it was still a strong visual impact. Liu Zhao knew who the blood belonged to. It was either the assassin who assassinated Wei Ci or Wei Ci himself.
"Murderer? I didn't catch him. "
Jiang Pengji held the God Slaying Saber in her arms. Her expression was exceptionally cold. Her eyes, which were clearly black and white, gave people the illusion that they were filled with blood. Liu Zhao could feel an aura known as "murderous intent" from afar. It scared him so much that the hairs on his back stood on end.
"Mister Wei … Sister … My condolences …"
Liu Zhao carefully tiptoed into the room and found a safer corner to sit down. He didn't dare to get close to Jiang Pengji and ask for a beating.
Jiang Pengji, who was in such a state, could decapitate a person with a slap.
Liu Zhao didn't want her to be a widow right after he got married.
Jiang Pengji said coldly, "My condolences? He's not dead yet!"
Liu Zhao's eyes lit up.
He's not dead?
Then why did the servant say that Wei Ci was assassinated and his body was left at the entrance of the alley?
After a while, the doctor came back with a medical box to report. The wound on Wei Ci's body wasn't fatal, but he had lost a lot of blood. If Jiang Pengji hadn't discovered it early and let him bleed for half an hour, he wouldn't have been able to survive. Now, he was lucky to be alive.
"Who's so vicious?" Master Yuanjing said angrily, "It's obvious that they want Zixiao dead!"
The owners of the surrounding residences were all high-ranking officials in Wanzhou. The security outside was stricter. There would be people patrolling every quarter of an hour.
After Wei Ci was assassinated, he was left at the entrance of the alley not long after the previous patrol team left. There was still a quarter of an hour before the next patrol team arrived.
When the patrol team found Wei Ci, his body would probably be cold.
No one questioned why Jiang Pengji was the first to find Wei Ci. Even if they did, she wouldn't explain in detail.
"Master, it's getting late. I've sent people to keep an eye on Zixiao. I'll inform you as soon as the murderer is caught."
Jiang Pengji persuaded Master Yuanjing to go back to the residence and rest. After all, he was considered old. Jiang Pengji couldn't bear for him to stay up late.
She was enough to keep an eye on Wei Ci. The so-called murderer wouldn't dare to come again.
No …
Maybe there wasn't a murderer like everyone thought.
After Jiang Pengji sent Wei Ci back to the residence, she returned to her home. She had just taken a shower and changed into her pajamas when she realized that Wei Ci had left the residence.
Not long after, she noticed that Wei Ci's breath of life was abnormally declining. She immediately rushed over with the God Slaying Sword.
From beginning to end, apart from Wei Ci, who was lying in a pool of blood, and the iron-eating beast that was squatting by his feet and scratching the ground, she didn't notice any other person's breath. Jiang Pengji saw Wei Ci's appearance and suddenly had the illusion that she had fallen into an icehouse. It was as if the blood in her body was about to condense into frost.
The iron-eating beast quickly crawled to her feet and hugged her leg, crying out non-stop.
Jiang Pengji tore the sleeves of her pajamas into strips and quickly stopped Wei Ci's bleeding. She carried him back and called the doctor over.
People who heard the news rushed over one after another. Everyone was shocked by the incident.
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