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"Cold Beauty" said, her gaze once again fixed on "Ge Jiu Jiu." "It's quite simple to determine whether this young lady, A Jiu, is suspicious..."
As she spoke, a delicate, almost translucent soft sword appeared in her hand, glinting coldly in the sunlight like a venomous snake poised to strike. She unexpectedly lunged at "Ge Jiu Jiu."
Years of martial arts training kicked in for "Ge Jiu Jiu," and she instinctively leaped into the air. Her movements were light and agile, like a swift swallow, evading the attack.
"Such quick reflexes! You really are a trained fighter!" "Cold Beauty" remarked, casting a provocative glance at "Qian Jiang Xue." "Have you truly investigated the background of your old acquaintance?"
"Qian Jiang Xue" looked at the visibly angry "Ge Jiu Jiu," her eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
"A Jiu, about what you said last time regarding the Young Master being a lecher, could you elaborate on that?"
"And also, could you tell us when your affair with the Young Master began?"
At the dining table in the servant's quarters, the maids chattered excitedly, nearly drowning "Ge Jiu Jiu" in their questions. Their faces were filled with gossiping delight as they fixed their eager eyes on her, as if waiting for an enthralling performance.
"Ge Jiu Jiu" barely had time to eat before she squeezed through the crowd and rushed outside, her steps hurried as if fleeing from disaster.
She was wrong—she had truly miscalculated. Ever since her secret crush on "Qian Jiang Xue" spread throughout " Qian Ji inn," she had become the center of attention among all the maids. Every day, someone would pull her aside to ask similar questions.
Had she known things would turn out this way, she might as well have told "Qian Jiang Xue" that she was sent to protect him as an assassin. As she ran, regret filled her heart, her face a mask of helplessness and frustration.
Just as she was fuming and preparing to sneak into the workshop to steal some of "Qian Jiang Xue's" pastries, she arrived at the door and spotted him standing with an exceptionally beautiful woman.
The woman had long black hair cascading from her chair to the floor. Though her head was slightly bowed, her profile was strikingly beautiful and coldly elegant. Her slender fingers toyed with a Kongming Lock gracefully and mysteriously.
"A Jiu, you're here," "Qian Jiang Xue" said upon seeing her, his signature smile reappearing, though it carried a hint of awkwardness and helplessness.
"Ge Jiu Jiu" huffed softly but glared with hostility at the beauty behind "Qian Jiang Xue," almost as if she wanted to slap a label reading "This woman is suspicious" on her forehead. Her eyes brimmed with wariness and discontent.
"Cold Beauty's" icy gaze also settled firmly on "Ge Jiu Jiu." "Is she really that A Jiu of unknown origins?"
"I’m not an unknown person; I have an old acquaintance with A Jiu, right, A Jiu?" Qian Jiang Xue winked at Ge Jiu Jiu, but this only irritated the cold beauty behind her, whose eyes flashed with jealousy and anger.
"I really can't stand you. I worried about you and rushed back from afar to protect you, yet you don’t seem worried at all. Do you know how many people out there hate you to the bone? I heard even Meng Po Hall has set its sights on our Qian Ji Inn, wanting to take..."
Suddenly, the soft sword, shimmering like silver frost, split into three paths—upper, middle, and lower—encircling Ge Jiu Jiu tightly.
Perhaps it was because Ge Jiu Jiu refused to draw the legendary weapon for a duel, Cold Beauty felt a surge of frustration. Each strike was merciless, aimed directly at her vital points.
Faced with such a fierce onslaught that didn’t allow her even a moment to breathe, Ge Jiu Jiu had no choice but to defend herself with all her might. She skillfully dodged the opponent's sword strikes while her palms flew in response. Using her agile footwork, she darted behind Cold Beauty like a swift swallow and suddenly counterattacked.
"Shuang'er, be careful!" Qian Jiang Xue exclaimed anxiously, furrowing her brow.
Ge Jiu Jiu felt a wave of jealousy wash over her.
She seethed inwardly: Is he blind? The one attacking isn’t me; why is he only concerned about Shuang'er? He cares so much for this woman that he fears for her safety. It seems she is truly important to him.
With that thought, Ge Jiu Jiu sneered coldly. While maintaining her palm strike, she suddenly quickened her pace, evading the sweeping soft sword with even greater speed. Her palms sliced through the air with a sharp wind as she struck heavily at Cold Beauty's right shoulder.
"Be careful!" Qian Jiang Xue's distant shout reached her ears like a flame, intensifying Ge Jiu Jiu's anger.
Just as her hand was about to hit the shoulder, she felt the ground beneath her give way. What had been a lush patch of grass suddenly revealed a pit over ten feet deep.
Before she could cry out in surprise, she tumbled into the hole.
"Qian Jiang Xue!" Ge Jiu Jiu lay in the mud, unable to contain her fury as she watched the grass above close in like it had legs, leaving only darkness around her.
This sudden turn of events made her so furious that she nearly ground her teeth to dust; the fire of anger blazed within her like a raging inferno.
Throughout her life, Ge Jiu Jiu had never suffered such humiliation. It seemed that Qian Ji Inn and Qian Jiang Xue were destined to be her nemeses.
After meeting him, a series of unfortunate events began to unfold—encounters with wild boars, head injuries, being groped, and getting trapped in a pit. These experiences clung to her like a nightmare.
“Bastard! Just wait until I get out; I’ll skin you alive and pull out your tendons! Are you afraid I’ll hurt your precious Xiao Shuang'er? I won’t let her off the hook! You look cold as ice, but who knows? You might be just as superficial as she is!”
Ge Jiu Jiu said this before suddenly falling silent.
A sharp pain pierced her heart. What right did she have to be jealous? From start to finish, she had been the one pining for Qian Jiang Xue; he had never said he liked her.
On the contrary, he always looked at her with that teasing, smiling gaze, as if she were a clown—a ridiculous existence in his eyes.
Suddenly, a faint sound of a mechanism being triggered echoed through the air, followed by Qian Jiang Xue’s ever-gentle voice: “A Jiu…”
Ge Jiu Jiu buried her head deep in her knees, refusing to look up as she shouted angrily, “Get lost!”
“Are you really a killer from Meng Po Hall?”
“So what if I am?” Ge Jiu Jiu lifted her head, her long hair cascading down her back. The candlelight illuminated her face, which was tinged with a slight blush of indignation. She glared at Qian Jiang Xue and declared loudly, “I am indeed a killer from Meng Po Hall! If you don’t leave when I count to three, I’ll slap you to death!”
“I won’t leave!” Qian Jiang Xue’s voice was unusually firm. In the cramped space, it carried an undeniable strength.
Ge Jiu Jiu’s breath caught in her throat. Surprised and somewhat angry, she retorted, “You… do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”
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