Chapter 246 (1/2)
Chapter 246
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Meixiang responsibly said, ”I still have to pack up your room for you.”
”There is no need. I am feeling rather good today, so I will pack it up myself.” Chu Qiao did not wait for Meixiang to make any response before taking the water and heading back to the room. Following which, she leaned her ear on the door. Only after Meixiang and Jingjing had left did Chu Qiao finally heave a sigh of relief.
Zhuge Yue leaned on the bed and casually stated, ”Look at you, like you just stole something.”
Chu Qiao stared at him. Walking over, she pulled on his arm. ”While there is no one here, quickly head back to your own room.”
”I don't want to,” Zhuge Yue crisply refused. ”Only if you wash my face for me.”
Chu Qiao was confused, as she asked, ”Why?”
”If you do not do it, I will not head back.”
”Zhuge Yue…you are such a…” Chu Qiao was in a dilemma for a long time before finally walking to the basin and preparing the towel to help wash his face. She rolled up her sleeves. Her posture did not look like she was not trying to wash someone's face, but more like she was going to start a fight.
Squatting before him, she rubbed on his face with all her strength. He frowned very slightly but did not say anything while keeping up his smile. Chu Qiao suddenly felt bad and started to gently wipe down his face after sighing.
As the sun peeped through the open window, it shone on the duo. Time seemed to have gone back over ten years, as she needed to wake up very early each morning to help him wash up, wear clothes, and eat breakfast.
”See, even after spending so much energy, in the end, I am still doing what I was doing at the beginning.” Chu Qiao pouted as she hung her head, defeated.
Zhuge Yue smiled, and replied, ”It is merely that justice has long arms. You are born to be mine. No matter how you try to escape, you will not be able to.”
Chu Qiao gave him a glare and chided, ”What kind of rubbish analogy is that?”
After he brushed his teeth and washed up, and tidied up his appearance, Chu Qiao pushed him off to the door, and rushed him, ”Quickly, leave!”
Zhuge Yue turned around and stared at her. ”What kind of woman are you? Even couples who were merely married one day will remember each other forever, yet you change your attitude so quickly.”
”Leave! Leave! Go back to your own room.”
”Young master!” A crisp and joyous voice sounded, causing Chu Qiao to be utterly stunned. She turned around only to see Yue Qi standing outside the window. Seeing her, Yue Qi happily greeted her, ”I had gone to Young Master's room this morning, but seeing that he was not around, I guessed that he had spent the night with you, Miss.”
Pingan stood behind Yue Qi, and behind him, there seemed to be many people. As they were far away, one could not make out what they were talking about. Suddenly, one could vaguely hear a cheeky cheer from afar, ”Sister has finally married. I will not need to hear her rambling anymore!”
At that instant, the door opened with a creak. Meixiang walked in with Jingjing and some other servants. Seeing Zhuge Yue, they greeted him respectfully, before heading to Chu Qiao's bed, wanting to tidy things up.
Chu Qiao suddenly remembered how there were still bloodstains on the bed. Just as she was about to prevent them from cleaning up, Jingjing walked up with a bowl of soup, and whispered in Chu Qiao's ear, ”Sister Meixiang specially instructed this herbal soup to be brewed. It is good for replenishing any blood loss. Sister, please drink up.”
Chu Qiao's eyes were seeing black, as her cheeks turned crimson red.
Zhuge Yue walked up and picked up that bowl. Passing it to Chu Qiao, he smiled, ”This is indeed good for you. Xing'er, drink up.”
On the same day, the boat stopped by at Lanling Province for food supplies before continuing on the journey. Two days later, they finally arrived at Hu Province.
The group landed. Although they had arrived within the Xia territory, it was clear that Zhuge Yue's bodyguards seemed to tense up even more. Just as they reached the port, there was a team of 500 soldiers waiting for their arrival, and all females accompanying the entourage were disguised as men as they mixed in with the group. The entire situation was rather secretive.
Seeing how most of the soldiers had some form of a tattoo on their face, she realized that they were all from Qinghai, and she suddenly felt at ease.
Reaching the Baolin Province, there were 3,000 Qinghai soldiers guarding at there. Amongst which, there were 1,000 of them wearing green leather armor. They exude overwhelming bloodlust and killing aura. One could instantly tell that they were masters of martial arts.
Yue Qi proudly informed her that those were all his subordinates, and were from the elite seventh division from back in Qinghai. This was merely a small detachment as the remaining were all guarding at Cuiwei Pass and in Zhen Huang City.
After resting in Baolin Province for one day, they began on the journey to Zhen Huang on the next day. At dusk, they finally saw that majesty castle.
In this vastness, everything was so silent as the winds stirred up waves of grass in the plains carrying the withered leaves along. This was truly the weather of the Xia Empire, with the unique taste of the wind and chill. Chu Qiao lifted the curtains to the carriage, revealing the scenery of the massive city gates towering over them, basked in the crimson shade of the setting sun. She was suddenly reminded of how back in the day, she and Yan Xun relied solely on each other to survive in this gigantic prison while hating everything around them, hoping that catastrophe would befall this city and wash all these glories away. After spending all of their effort planning, they were finally able to carve a bloody path through this prison that had held them for over eight years. Yet today, she had willingly stepped foot into this city again, as she entered this suffocating city again.
Six years ago, she had left this place for a man. Six years later, she returned to this place for another man.
The changes in fate are ever so amazing. Even movement by a single step results in an unknown that one could never fathom. Despite that, one must keep walking on.