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Glancing around the empty house, Qin Yaru could only put her two boxes of silver in the side room and lock them up. Fortunately, she had been careful and chosen three sturdy, heavy locks that looked very reliable. Otherwise, with so much cash in the house, no matter how broad-minded she was, she would still be worried.
She had considered depositing the silver at a money shop, but Qin Yaru thought that she and Da Lang probably wouldn't stay in Wudang County for too long. If Chen Wenyue returned to prepare for marrying the Gentle Blue Princess, having her troublesome ex-wife still around might cause a lot of trouble.
At this moment, she was powerless and a weak woman; how could she stand up against the Princess and the future Duke Consort? For her own good, leaving as soon as possible was the best strategy. Keeping the silver close at hand made her feel more secure.
After closing the door, Qin Yaru first went to the carriage shop to hire a cart. Although Wudang wasn't very large, it was quite prosperous. Pots, bowls, clothes, and bedding were all very cheap. Qin Yaru wasn't one to haggle or be overly frugal, so it didn't take long for her to gather everything she needed.
Moreover, loading such a large cart of items only cost sixty-five wen, which left the Old Carriage Driver dumbfounded as he helped carry things.
There was nothing to be done; once this lady revealed her dignified and elegant face, beautiful and delicate as it was, everyone—young and old—would behave politely around her. Except for those greedy merchants who only cared about money, everyone else felt too embarrassed to overcharge her. Some honest vendors even found themselves unconsciously lowering their prices when they saw Qin Yaru standing at their stalls, offering cost price and adding a few extra items.
Da Lang rarely went out before; since Qin Yaru returned to this era, there had been many matters to attend to, and she hadn't taken him out to play much. Now on the street, seeing all sorts of trinkets made even his usually steady demeanor show curiosity.
Qin Yaru bought a skewer of candied hawthorn berries and watched her precious son happily hold it in his hands, carefully licking it while squinting his eyes into a narrow slit. He looked incredibly adorable, softening her heart and bringing a smile to her face.
The mother and son leisurely strolled through the market without rushing.
As they approached a Silk Shop, Qin Yaru was contemplating whether to go in and buy some fabric to make more clothes for Da Lang when suddenly she stopped in her tracks. She turned sharply and stared blankly across the street.
Across from them stood a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. The girl had an exceptionally beautiful appearance but wore an expression of distress on her face.
Qin Yaru looked at her, her gaze carrying a hint of strangeness. She lifted her foot, intending to walk over, but after taking just two steps, she heard a loud crash. A Middle-aged Man was sent flying half a meter, crashing against the wall at the mouth of the alley. Following that, a young man slowly walked out from the alley.
The man's footsteps were steady. He wore a long red robe with blue-green trim, and on his head was a gold crown as thin as a cicada's wing. In his hand, he held a black-sheathed long sword.
Qin Yaru did not recognize him; this was actually the attire of the Imperial Guard's elite troops. However, such an outfit was unique even among the elite troops.
As soon as the young man appeared, he reached out and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her back. The girl let out a sharp scream, fear etched across her face.
The Surroundings were startled; the vendors all stopped, pointing and whispering. Qin Yaru frowned, gripping Da Lang's hand tightly as she squeezed through the crowd to approach. Unexpectedly, just as she moved, another figure in white leaped down from a tavern across the street. Without a word of greeting, he unsheathed a soft sword from his waist and with a gentle flick, the sword straightened and lunged toward the Officially Dressed Man's face.
The man instinctively twisted his body and swung his hand; the sword sheath rose just in time to block the attack. However, the white-clad man's movements seemed even faster as he mercilessly launched a flurry of strikes at the Officially Dressed Man.
The man defended himself while retreating step by step. The sword was drawn, and in an instant, they exchanged over ten blows, sparks flying everywhere, causing the Surroundings to scatter in fright.
Qin Yaru was dumbfounded—when had she ever witnessed such martial arts combat? She had thought that the self-defense techniques she learned in the twentieth century would be useful, but now she realized that when faced with true martial artists, her skills were utterly insufficient to withstand even three or five moves.
Da Lang was also watching in shock but seemed more excited than his mother. He jumped onto a statue in front of the Silk Shop, standing on tiptoe and craning his neck to get a better view.
To be honest, this fight was truly captivating.
Both men were dressed quite elegantly and looked good; the one in white moved gracefully like a gust of wind and was very handsome. Meanwhile, the one in black was equally impressive with a beautiful face that exuded maturity and elegance. However, with their weapons clashing and sword energy surging forth, ordinary citizens could hardly bear it.
Clearly, both men had some reservations about fighting in such a crowded area. After exchanging several more blows, the white-clad man suddenly retracted his sword and stepped back three paces. With an air of arrogance, he sneered: "Oh, our famous Commander Zhan Yu actually dares to rob a common girl in broad daylight. I wonder if this big joke reaches Kaifeng; will that nobleman's daughter be so furious that she spits blood?"
He hadn't finished his sentence when the previously fierce man in black suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the crimson spray staining the blue street.
The surroundings fell silent, and the man in white was also taken aback, stammering for a while before muttering, "My mouth has never been this accurate... When did I become so skilled?"
It was clear that he and the man in black were old acquaintances, likely having fought each other before and knowing each other well. They never expected that after just a few movements, without even showing their true skills, the man in black would start to cough up blood.
However, the man in black didn't even glance at the man in white. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned to the still frightened girl, saying, "Don't be afraid, it's okay now. Tell me, how many people are with you?"
The girl stood there dazed for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears. She ran to the middle-aged man who had been knocked down and was groaning on the ground, desperately hitting him. "Come back to life, A Yue! Come back to life! Wuwu..."
She hit until her own palms were red before finally stopping, gasping for breath. She knelt on the ground and bowed her head twice to the man in black. "Benefactor, please, quickly save them! We have sixteen sisters who were abducted by this man. If we don't rescue them soon, none of us will survive!"
The man in white's expression changed as he stepped forward and frowned. "Zhan Yu, what's going on? Aren't you here to catch me?"
The man in black's breath was somewhat unstable, his face pale. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he shot a glance at the man in white and coldly replied, "Your case can wait; what's urgent is what’s happening now."
ps: I couldn't lift my arm and went to the hospital for a bunch of inexplicable tests, spending five hundred thirty-two dollars, only for the doctor to prescribe two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao spray...
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