He looked at the tense standoff between Wu Li and Song Yueyao, trying to smooth things over: How about you put your weapons down first?
The escort leader was filled with regret at this moment. Seeing that this young master had arrived first, had a kind face, and claimed to know a little about medicine, he had felt relieved to let him examine her. Who knew that he would turn around and hand her over to such a weird girl? How did those movements look like a doctor's? It was clearly nonsense!
These two friends were simply comparable to fierce bandits, even more arrogant than the outlaws he had encountered on his escort journeys!
Where was the logic in threatening people with force while saving someone?
Seeing this, the burly men of the escort team glared angrily, about to swarm forward.
However, a faint cough suddenly sounded in the room.
...Cough.
On the ground, the chest of the woman with a bruised and purple face suddenly heaved, and she let out a clearer, choking cough.
Her tightly closed eyes trembled, and her pale, ashen lips parted slightly as she struggled to inhale.
She had come back to life.
Right at this moment, through the gaps in the crowd outside the door, a figure seemed to quietly flash by.
One could vaguely catch a glimpse of a corner of a sapphire-blue silk robe quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.
Jiang Zhiyu and Wu Li raised their eyes at the same time.
Both of them caught this subtle movement that had been ignored by the crowd.
The person who slipped away quietly was the innkeeper.
With a matter of life and death happening in the inn, it was reasonable for the innkeeper to be panicked.
But now that the person had been saved, he should have breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to ask out of concern. Why did he hurriedly leave without a word, acting as if he had a guilty conscience?
After Lady Yue was out of danger, Yan Xingxiao dismissed all the escort team members and inn waiters, leaving only the few saviors.
He carefully settled his still-frightened wife, then turned around and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to Chai Xiaomi.
I am Yan Xingxiao, the leader of the Yanyun Escort Agency. His voice was still choked with emotion, and his eyes were full of guilt. Just now, I was worried about my wife's life and offended you in many ways. I apologize to you here! I sincerely hope you can forgive me... Lady Yue and I have been married for more than ten years. If anything happens to her, I... I absolutely won't live alone.
Seeing a big, burly man in his thirties shedding tears and speaking with a trembling voice in front of her, Chai Xiaomi felt a bit uncomfortable and quickly waved her hands: It's fine, it's fine. Don't be like this. It's just that care leads to chaos.
To ease the heavy atmosphere, she smiled and joked: Fortunately, Madame Yan woke up in time, otherwise my next step would have been to kiss her.
As soon as the word kiss came out, the base of Wu Li's ears nearby suddenly flushed with a faint red.
He lifted his eyelids.
He couldn't help but sneer softly in his heart: Heh, so casual? After kissing this one, she wants to kiss another?
For some reason, a nameless fire flared up from the bottom of his heart without cause.
Burning brighter and brighter.
Looking at her small face nestled in the white fox fur cloak, after exerting so much effort just now, her cheeks were flushed. Framed by the soft fur, she looked exactly like a freshly cooked glutinous rice dumpling, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and pinch her.
Uh, what do you mean by kiss? Yan Xingxiao was stunned upon hearing this.
It naturally means transferring breath, Wu Li spoke up before Chai Xiaomi could. No need to ask her.
Saying this, he took a step forward, reached out, and accurately pinched the softest little lump of flesh on Chai Xiaomi's cheek, snorting coldly: She is an idiot who doesn't even know the difference between transferring breath and kissing.
With this pinch, the chubby glutinous rice dumpling was immediately pulled out of shape, and her pink lips and pert nose were tilted to the side.
What are you doing! Chai Xiaomi protested with wide eyes, her words muffled and unclear because her cheek was being held.
Tsk, how extremely interesting.
As if discovering some novel and interesting treasure, Wu Li simply started playing with the glutinous rice dumpling in his hand, acting as if no one else was around.
Poke, poke, poke.
Pinch, pinch, pinch.
Pull, pull, pull.
Hearing the glutinous rice dumpling cry out in pain, the pads of Wu Li's fingers kindly lightened their force, gently rubbing the spot he had pinched red, his movements utterly perfunctory.
Chai Xiaomi was so angry her teeth itched, but on second thought, if letting him mold and flatten her face allowed him to vent his anger from last night, it wasn't a bad deal.
So she simply curled her lips and let him be.
Yan Xingxiao had only said half of his words of gratitude when he saw his savior's attention instantly scattered by the young man. He could only laugh awkwardly twice, not knowing how to continue for a moment.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiyu took a few steps forward at the right time and voiced the doubts in his heart: Escort Leader Yan, please forgive me for asking presumptuously, do you know why Madame Yan would suddenly seek to end her own life?
Looking at Yan Xingxiao's various reactions, it was obvious he found this matter unbelievable.
At this time, Song Yueyao was sitting by the edge of the couch, her palm lightly pressed against Lady Yue's back, slowly transferring her internal energy to help her calm her churning blood and qi.
Although Lady Yue was no longer in danger of losing her life, her neck had been injured and her windpipe damaged. She still couldn't speak for the moment, simply leaning on the couch with a lingering look of panic.
I don't know either. Yan Xingxiao furrowed his brows deeply, his face full of gloom. I was downstairs guarding the goods the whole time.
For us escorts, the client's goods are of the utmost importance; they cannot be left unattended day or night. It was my turn to stand guard during the tiger hour, so Lady Yue rested alone in the room. By the time I finished my shift and returned to the room... I saw her... hanging from the beam, her face purple.
Fortunately... fortunately you all saved her in time, otherwise... His voice choked, as if thinking of the situation at that time filled him with lingering fear, and he raised his hand to wipe his face vigorously.
Just as he said this, Lady Yue suddenly let out a choking cough.
The two looked back and saw that her complexion had eased a lot. She was waving eagerly at Yan Xingxiao, her lips opening and closing silently as if murmuring something.
Yan Xingxiao couldn't discern her meaning, but Song Yueyao understood it. She wants paper and pen.
Being unable to make a sound, it seemed she intended to write down the entire sequence of events.
Half an incense stick of time later, a plain sheet of paper was densely covered with writing.
Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao stepped forward almost simultaneously.
A moment later, a fluffy head poked in between the two of them.
When it came to watching the drama and enjoying the spectacle, Chai Xiaomi was always the most enthusiastic.
Her cheek had been kneaded by Wu Li for a long time, and it still bore faint red marks.
Seeing that Wu Li's mood seemed to have improved, Chai Xiaomi waved at him, gesturing for him to come over and look together.
However, he only lifted his eyelids and sat on the stool with a look of disdain, slowly and methodically wiping the bowstring in his hand, as if he had no interest at all in the encounter Madame Yan had written down.
However, after Chai Xiaomi read just a few lines, a chill quietly crept up her spine.
What was written on the paper, the various strange noises Madame Yan heard last night, were exactly the same as what she had heard in her own guest room.
After the sounds dissipated, a naked baby girl appeared out of thin air, smiling at her innocently. Madame Yan thought she was in a dream, so she started playing with the infant.
Before long, the baby girl ran a few steps away, turned back, and waved at her. Madame Yan followed in a daze. The baby girl took out an exquisite silk handkerchief from nowhere, stood on her tiptoes, and wanted to tie it around her neck.
Madame Yan saw that the child was as cute as jade and snow, bearing some resemblance to her own youngest daughter at home. Her heart softened, and she let her do it.
But as soon as it was wrapped around, the originally soft silk handkerchief suddenly turned into a hemp rope, and a sense of suffocation instantly gripped her throat.
