The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 350 The Dying Man (6)_1

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 The Dying Man (6)_1

Mo Heng’s lips curled slightly.

Pei Qin shot him a disdainful glance and walked away.

Feng Wei returned from outside and, seeing the smile still lingering on his lips, his eyes flickered, "Young Master!" he whispered urgently into his ear, "Will the Young Master see them or not?"

Mo Heng’s expression suddenly turned cold as he put away the manuscript of the dictionary of characters, and said in a frosty voice, "Since they’ve come, let’s meet them."

Feng Wei was somewhat worried. The Young Master had been cold to everyone before, but now toward Pei Qin, there was a change... However, the Young Master’s eyes would soon heal, and then they would leave this place! He agreed, and when the night fell completely, he brought two handsome and imposing men into the workshop.

When Pei Qin set up her stall in the market the next day, she saw those two men and shot dagger glances at them. Weren’t they afraid of assassins? Yet here they were, swaggering around the market having a meal.

Lu Hai also cautiously stepped forward, silently on guard.

When the two men saw Pei Qin, they didn’t avoid her but instead came over to buy sesame-flavored baked pancakes and fried sweet potato balls, asking Pei Qin for recommendations on local delicacies and specialties of Taiping Town.

Pei Qin, with her eyelids drooped, pretended to be deaf as she baked the pancakes and served them.

The two men exchanged glances; this Pei Qin was somewhat out of the ordinary.

Pei Yuan, noticing their extraordinary bearing and handsome features, which suggested they were not from an average family, chatted a little more about which foods were delicious.

After eating the sesame pancakes, the two men went to a noodle shop around noon.

Pei Qin’s eyebrows furrowed into a tight line. They knew of the Shen family, so they must be familiar with Shen Bi and Shen Gu, and even if they weren’t from Capital Jingcheng, they were certainly acquainted with it and not far removed. Yet why had they come to Yuanyang County? Were they political enemies of the Shen family? Out to target her? Or had they found out that Shen Songming had bought land here and were aiming at Shen Songming instead?

In any case, there was no need to look further; she knew these two were up to no good!

Up to no good... Pei Qin sighed deeply, her fingers stroking her chin in thought. Shen Songming seemed to know Mo Jiu, and judging by the tone, his status was not low, and he probably stood on equal footing with the Shen family. Now that he was blind and living in this small town where even his attendant could find him, could it be that his enemies had also found him?

If they were determined to take down Mo Jiu, she definitely wouldn’t save him! Those two guards were too skilled in martial arts; even Lu Hai couldn’t withstand them!

For a moment, Pei Qin already considered Mo Jiu a dead man.

Thinking it over, Pei Qin decided she still had to pick up some scraps of conscience and couldn’t just throw it all away. Feng Wei’s debt aside, Mo Jiu had, after all, taught Little Radish, and even if reluctantly, he could be considered a teacher. She should alert Mo Jiu to the danger so he could escape. These two men didn’t seem like good people, and with two high-skilled martial artists, if they were out to kill Mo Jiu, they probably couldn’t escape, but what if they had a stroke of luck?

So, Pei Qin wrote a small note, pretended to go to the workshop to get soy sauce, and tossed the crumpled note into Mo Jiu’s courtyard.

Mo Heng was sitting beneath the eave, lost in thought, when he heard something being thrown in. He turned his head to listen closely. Ever since he lost his sight, with Pei Qin’s guidance, his hearing had become especially sharp. Hearing soft footsteps receding, he stood up and went to the spot where the paper ball had landed to feel for it. Picking it up and unfolding it, Mo Heng recognized the characters carefully.

There was just one sentence: Someone is here to assassinate you, escape quickly.

It was Pei Qin’s handwriting. Mo Heng rubbed the paper back and forth a few times, associating it with some familiar footsteps. She must have seen those two men come to the workshop! Or... Mo Heng’s expression grew severe and icy. They had gone to see Pei Qin!

After tossing the note, Pei Qin carried the soy sauce and grabbed a bunch of sweet potato leaves to take home, planning to steam them for dinner. As for whether Mo Heng would flee or not, that was no longer her concern. She had already taken the risk by delivering the message. She had also warned Little Radish, Pei Wendong, and Chang Yonglin not to go to the workshop anymore.

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