RNP Chapter 260 The Young Master is Willing to Be a Mistress (5)
Chapter 260 The Young Master is Willing to Be a Mistress (5)
With Cui Tao and 021 around, Jiang Rou, though rarely leaving the house, was fully aware of what was happening outside.
"Miss, you don't know, the eldest young master was beaten by the young master until he was covered in blood, and he even ordered that no one was allowed to enter the ancestral hall to see him."
When Cui Tao talked about the gossip she had heard, her eyes lit up, and with her round little face, she looked just like a greedy cat stealing a little fish.
021's mouth didn't stop either. She sighed to Jiang Rou, "Rou Rou, that Liu Yuwan is really not an ordinary person. If Su Xuruo didn't have the female lead's halo, she might not be able to defeat her."
Jiang Rou neither confirmed nor denied this; she sensed a kindred spirit in Liu Yuwan.
She had only given Liu Yuwan a little preferential treatment, and the other party had given her such a big surprise. No wonder she was the woman who had caused Su Xuruo to suffer such a big setback.
Jiang Rou didn't actually do anything special. She simply lured away the gatekeeper Su Xuruo had left at the side gate when Liu Yuwan came to visit, effectively opening a back door for Liu Yuwan.
As for the subsequent disruption of the wedding banquet, her collapse from excessive grief at the banquet, and Qin Sheng's abandonment of his new love for his old flame...
All of these scenes were improvised by Liu Yuwan herself; Jiang Rou didn't interfere at all.
Jiang Rou was very satisfied with her performance.
The reason why Liu Yuwan lost to Su Xuruo was largely due to the female lead's halo. What if Su Xuruo gave Liu Yuwan a cheat code?
Who knows who will emerge victorious?
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The moonlight, cool and clear, like frost and water, spilled across the courtyard.
Xie Jingci held a sword in one hand and clutched his abdomen with the other. His jade-like face, meticulously sculpted by the Creator, was now devoid of color, his long eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his thin lips tightly pressed together.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Xie Jingci looked at the wall of the Marquis of Weining's residence and climbed over it without hesitation.
He leaned against the corner of the wall, his eyes sharp, his body tense, ready to fight if he was discovered.
As the footsteps of the group slowly faded into the distance, Xie Jingci suddenly relaxed and collapsed against the wall.
Thinking of those skilled black-clad assassins, Xie Jingci's eyes, hidden in the darkness, gleamed with a cold light. He had no idea who thought so highly of him.
Or perhaps he was discovered. Who was it? Was it those with ulterior motives, or his uncles who are still searching for him?
Xie Jingci tried to get up, supporting himself with his sword, but the movement aggravated his abdominal wound, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
The sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Suddenly a soft female voice came:
"Who's in the yard?"
Xie Jingci then realized that he had unintentionally landed in a courtyard. He had been so focused on the thief that he hadn't noticed him for a moment.
Before he could make a move, the door was pushed open, and a slender figure stood inside.
Judging from her figure, she should be a woman, holding a candlestick in her hand. A gentle breeze blew by, and the candle flame swayed slightly.
The woman seemed to be forcing herself to be brave, but the trembling in her voice betrayed her: "Who's there? Come out quickly, I'm going to call for help."
As he spoke, he looked toward the clump of weeds in the corner of the wall.
As soon as she finished speaking, the weeds rustled slightly, and the woman seemed to meet a pair of dark eyes that gleamed with a cold light.
Her heart skipped a beat, and the candlestick slipped from her palm and fell to the ground, yet it still stubbornly burned with light.
Before she could even utter a cry of surprise, Jiang Rou's face was covered by a long, strong hand.
Xie Jingci threatened in a low voice, "If you scream again, I'll cut out your tongue."
After saying that, Xie Jingci held a sword with blood dripping from its tip in his blood-stained hand and held it horizontally in front of Jiang Rou.
Jiang Rou had never seen such a scene before. Her misty eyes instantly filled with tears, which fell one after another, landing on the large hand that covered half of her face.
She nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, as if she were terrified.
Xie Jingci felt the warmth on the back of his hand, and unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword, placing the gleaming blade behind his back.
Xie Jingci recognized Jiang Rou's voice as soon as she spoke. He had intended to hide and not show himself, but he didn't expect her to see him.
Fearing that Jiang Rou's voice would attract others, Xie Jingci quickly stopped her exclamation.
Jiang Rou's body was still trembling. She was petite and was now completely encircled in Xie Jingci's arms, her delicate hands tightly gripping Xie Jingci's arm.
Seeing this posture, Xie Jingci felt unusually uncomfortable. Although it was a desperate move made in a moment of urgency, he still felt like he had taken advantage of someone.
Xie Jingci felt sharp pains coming from his abdomen. He tore off a long strip of cloth from his body, covered Jiang Rou's eyes with the cloth, and tied a knot behind her head.
He unintentionally dragged her into this tonight, so it's best if she knows nothing about it.
"I will release you, but you must not make a sound or remove the blindfold. If you do not do so..."
Xie Jingci lowered his voice, his tone cold and dangerous, and his unfinished words were full of threat.
Jiang Rou did not respond. She nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and made unclear sobbing sounds.
Xie Jingci moved his hand away, intending to turn and leave, but due to excessive blood loss, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
Jiang Rou was blindfolded and couldn't see what was happening inside the room. She could only hear muffled thuds followed by heavy breathing.
After being released, she quickly moved away from Xie Jingci and hid behind the bed curtains.
After a while of silence, Jiang Rou mustered up her courage and peeked out.
She didn't know if the man had left or not; her eyes were still covered, and she dared not take them off casually.
After a while, still hearing no sound, Jiang Rou didn't know if the person was still there, but she mustered up her courage and asked, "Are you... are you still there?"
After she finished speaking, the room remained silent. Jiang Rou breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed that the evil spirit had left.
Before she could completely breathe a sigh of relief, the man's voice rang out again: "Do you have any medicine to stop the bleeding?"
His voice was a little weaker than before.
Xie Jingci came to Jiang Rou's side. By the moonlight, Jiang Rou could vaguely see his figure through the strip of cloth; he was a tall man.
As he approached, Jiang Rou also smelled a strong stench of blood.
How much blood must have been lost!
"Yes...some".
Jiang Rou spoke cautiously, afraid that if she said no, this man would kill her with a sword.
Following Jiang Rou's instructions, Xie Jingci indeed found a bottle of wound medicine on the last layer of the makeup box.
Xie Jingci did not doubt that Jiang Rou would lie. Although he had never spent time with her, he could tell from the fact that they had been in the same place for several days that Jiang Rou was not a bad person.
Jiang Rou was blind and could only rely on her senses to apply medicine to Xie Jingci. Her fingertips landed inch by inch on the man's abdomen, and all she could hear was the man's increasingly heavy breathing.
Xie Jingci felt like he was asking for trouble. How could he have thought of having Jiang Rou apply the medicine for him?
Every time the woman's soft fingertips touched a spot on his body, that spot would feel as hot as if it had been scorched by fire.
After regaining his composure, Xie Jingci fled in panic.
After he left, Tingyu Pavilion fell silent again. After a long while, Jiang Rou chuckled softly.
Witnessing this grand spectacle, 021 curled his lip in exasperation. What kind of damsel-in-distress drama is this? Only they put in the money and the effort.
Looking at the pile of scrapped robots behind her, 021 turned around and searched for how much scrap metal cost per pound.