Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 880 - 881: Did You Just Come to Apply Some Medicine?

Chapter 880: Chapter 881: Did You Just Come to Apply Some Medicine?

The assassin in Night Clothes had extraordinarily high Martial Arts skills, and no one in Su Chengjin’s residence was a match for him, not only was Su Chengjin killed, but several guards were also murdered.

As for the assassin, he escaped without leaving behind a single clue, making it impossible for anyone to track him down.

The dream of Duke Tao for his grandson to inherit the throne thus shattered.

The night Su Chengjin was murdered, Meng Zhuqing was asleep at home. While asleep, he was woken by a commotion outside.

There seemed to be someone outside...

Meng Zhuqing picked up the sword beside his bed and stood up. Instead of going through the door, he quietly opened the window and slipped out without making a sound. Then, he drew his sword and pressed it against the neck of the dark figure who was leaning against his room door about to knock.

"Who are you?" Meng Zhuqing asked coldly.

"It’s me."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Meng Zhuqing immediately retracted his sword and blurted out, "Miss Yan Yao, what are you doing here?"

Miss Yan Yao was dressed in Night Clothes, leaning there, weakly turning around. She pulled down her black veil and then, holding her injured left arm with her right hand, looked at Meng Zhuqing’s rather blurry face in the moonlight and said faintly, "Let’s go inside and then talk."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhuqing immediately re-entered the room through the window, then opened the door that was bolted from the inside and hurried Miss Yan Yao inside.

After lighting the oil lamp, Meng Zhuqing saw that Miss Yan Yao’s left arm was injured and exclaimed in a rush, "I’ll go get Gong Juechen to treat you."

But Miss Yan Yao stopped him, "No need."

This was the first time Miss Yan Yao had initiated contact with him, causing Meng Zhuqing to be momentarily stunned, and his face also turned slightly red.

Seeing that Meng Zhuqing’s face had turned red, Miss Yan Yao realized what she had done and quickly withdrew her hand, while she feigned calm and walked to the table to sit down, she said, "Just find me some medicine for the wound, I can handle it myself."

"Oh, alright!" Meng Zhuqing quickly took out some medicine for her wound from the cabinet.

Then, Meng Zhuqing left the room.

Securing the door, Meng Zhuqing stood at the entrance, keeping guard.

Inside the room, Miss Yan Yao first glanced at the door Meng Zhuqing had shut from the outside, before she started undressing and treating the wound on her left arm.

The wound had been sliced by a sword and was quite deep; Miss Yan Yao used a good amount of medicine to stop the bleeding.

Having lost quite a bit of blood, Miss Yan Yao’s face was pale.

After treating the wound, Miss Yan Yao put her clothes back on, took a moment to rest, then stood up, opened the door, and walked outside.

Seeing that Miss Yan Yao was leaving, Meng Zhuqing quickly blocked her, "Where are you going?"

"Could it be that I should stay here?"

"...You just came to apply some medicine?"

"What else?"

Meng Zhuqing fell silent for a moment, then said, "I’ll find you a set of clothes to change into before you go." Her clothes were torn and stained with blood.

Without waiting for Miss Yan Yao’s response, Meng Zhuqing went back into the room, and then took out a set of women’s clothing from the wardrobe.

Miss Yan Yao hesitated at the door, but eventually turned and followed Meng Zhuqing back into the room.

Seeing Meng Zhuqing pull out a set of women’s clothing from the wardrobe, Miss Yan Yao thought about leaving, but before she could turn around, she heard Meng Zhuqing say embarrassingly, "I had some clothes made a few days ago and took the liberty of having two sets made for you, too."

Seeing the black women’s clothing in Meng Zhuqing’s hands, which indeed seemed to be made for her, Miss Yan Yao’s heart was moved, but she did not show any of it on her face.

"I don’t wear women’s clothes." For convenience, she almost always dressed as a man.