The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 199
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Translated by Pure
Chapter 199 A Pair of Dry Hands
After hearing that Mu Yuan had come in person, many people panicked, and most of them agreed to retreat first. If they were surrounded by the authorities in this valley, it would be the same as a turkey shoot; it would be impossible for them to escape.
Unless they could find a way out before the valley was under siege.
Therefore, Wen Yantong's earlier statement took effect right away. Should they choose the eastern route, divide themselves between the southern routes, or take on all three paths?
This situation made the masked men feel very uneasy.
Eventually, they organized three small teams to try out each route before reaching a final verdict.
As per Wen Yantong's previous instructions, the people on the two roads in the south were captured and executed on the spot, while the people on the road to the east were allowed to pass through.
As a result, everybody decided to retreat from the eastern road. The green masked man still had doubts regarding Wen Yantong's identity, hence he covered her eyes, bound her hands and feet, and put her into the carriage, where he kept a watchful eye on her.
After Wen Yantong's eyes were covered, her ears became more sensitive to the sounds around her. The green masked man said to her, "We are all from the Jiang Residence. We all share the same fate, whether we succeed or fail. If we can't retreat safely eastward, then let's all keep Master Jiang company in the underworld."
The implication was that if she had lied to them about heading east, he would kill her.
Wen Yantong felt uneasy, but knew that Chi Jingxi was among the group and should be able to save her. She needed to keep her emotions in check and continue to deceive the green masked man.
With a calm smile, she stated, "You're right, but if we meet Master Jiang without having made any achievements, he will be greatly disappointed."
The green masked man responded with a cold snort, "That may not be the case. Regardless, Fu Sheng's son is still in our hands. Taking him to see Master Jiang together will allow Master Jiang to sleep better."
Humph, he’s already dead, is there even a need to sleep?
Wen Yantong pretended to be regretful as she muttered, "Unfortunately, he’s just an illegitimate child."
"Better than nothing." The green masked man retorted.
Wen Yantong was too lazy to speak anymore. She sat upright and listened carefully to what was going on outside.
Majority of the authorities’ troops were situated on the eastern road. As long as they reached a certain vicinity, they would all be caught. The question was who can come to save her and Fu Zixian once it happens?
Despite Fu Zixian's exceptional abilities, his poor condition remained a cause for concern.
Time felt agonizingly slow while blindfolded, and every passing second was excruciating for Wen Yantong.
Her concern for Jiang Yan persisted despite the circumstances. If these masked men were caught, Jiang Yan would also be arrested. And once they recognize him as the last descendant of the Jiang Residence, her earlier promises to make up for his family’s previous actions through meritorious deeds would be rendered obsolete. The royal family couldn't permit the existence of a rebellious minister's son.
However, Cheng Xin detained him previously and did not exhibit any intention of notifying the superiors. Does this imply that Cheng Xin desired his survival? Alternatively, was it because Cheng Xin noticed a certain problem and just had him temporarily detained?
As Wen Yantong was lost in thought, a horse suddenly neighed outside, causing unrest. The once serene valley resonated with the deafening chants of multitude, akin to boulders tumbling down a hill, instilling terror in the masked individuals.
Realizing he had been deceived, the green-masked man kicked Wen Yantong on the shoulder, causing her to fall. "Brazen bastard! How dare you lie to me?!"
In a state of panic, Wen Yantong's voice echoed through the air as she vehemently denied any wrongdoing. "How could I lie to you? I specifically told you to take the southern road, but you didn't listen! How was I supposed to know there would be an ambush here? Why are you blaming me for your mistake!?"
The green masked man accused, "You're just trying to deceive me."
Wen Yantong immediately fired back in anger, "If you had trusted me, we wouldn't be in this mess. Now look at the situation we're in. You brought this upon yourself, yet you want to drag me down too?! How am I supposed to face Master Jiang now?!"
Regardless, she knew she had to see it through to the end.
The temple of the green mask man pulsed with seething rage. With a swift motion, he unsheathed his gleaming sword and bellowed, "After leading the Jiang Residence soldiers to an unfortunate defeat, it is only fair you accompany me to apologize to Master Jiang!"
Wen Yantong, her vision obscured, could only rely on her hearing. The sharp whistle of the blade slicing through the air sent shivers down her spine, prompting her to instinctively shrink back. "Help—!"
Suddenly, a deafening crash interrupted, as if a projectile had pierced through the carriage. Fragments of debris were everywhere and the green masked man's sword remained suspended.
The clash of bodies and the grunts of combatants filled the air, as an unknown assailant engaged the green masked man in a fierce struggle. Leaning against the carriage, Wen Yantong retreated as far as possible, fearful of becoming an unintended casualty in their violent dance.
As a loud burst echoed through the air, the fight intensified as a new voice joined in. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rushed in, as if a hole had been ripped open in the carriage. The wind, the sounds of battle, and the stench of blood all merged together, enveloping Wen Yantong in their chaotic embrace.
With her hands bound tightly behind her back, Wen Yantong struggled to catch her breath amidst the howling wind. Her hair whipped wildly around her face, and her clothes flapped violently in the cold air. But what terrified her most was the darkness that surrounded her, leaving her completely blind to the mayhem unfolding around her.
Trapped and helpless, Wen Yantong could only huddle in fear, listening to the relentless clash of swords and the shouts. She knew she had to stay calm and focused, despite the overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to consume her.
The fight seemed to stretch on endlessly, with intermittent screams piercing the air. However, as time went on, a change occurred. Wen Yantong noticed that the once howling wind in her ears gradually subsided, as if the horses pulling the carriage were gradually coming to a halt.
The jerking movements of the carriage became less pronounced, and the cacophony of sounds that had filled her ears slowly faded away. Now, only distant echoes of battle could be heard, while a newfound stillness enveloped Wen Yantong's immediate surroundings.
The battle had finally come to an end. Yet, despite the cessation of violence, Wen Yantong couldn't shake off her unease. The thought of the green masked man possibly still being alive filled her with dread, but she lacked the courage to voice her fears.
Blood from the batter had stained Wen Yantong’s brocade boots, turning them a deep shade of crimson. Meanwhile, Chi Jingxi, his expression devoid of emotion, callously kicked the lifeless body off the carriage. With a swift motion, he secured his sword to the carriage wall and wiped the blood from his hands.
Fu Zixian handed him a pristine brocade handkerchief. Chi Jingxi glanced at him, reaching out to accept it. With utmost care, he lowered his head and methodically wiped the blood from his hands, starting from his wrist and meticulously moving down to his fingertips, cleansing every single finger. He moved with a deliberate slowness, ensuring that not a trace of wet blood remained. Once finished, he nonchalantly discarded the blood-soaked handkerchief.
Approaching Wen Yantong, who had curled up into a protective ball, Chi Jingxi's icy gaze began to thaw. The air of menace gradually dissipated, replaced by a clarity that shimmered in the torchlight beside him. He gently extended his dry fingers and lightly touched Wen Yantong's shoulder.
Startled, she recoiled. Chi Jingxi slowly removed the black cloth that had covered her eyes, whispering softly, "Don’t worry, it is all over now."
Wen Yantong's vision was obscured for what felt like an eternity, causing everything to appear slightly hazy at first. As she gradually adjusted her sight, she could make out the figure of Chi Jingxi crouching before her, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed Fu Zixian positioned behind him, gripping a sword tightly. A crimson stain covered half of his body, the blood trickling down the blade. Chi Jingxi's hands were also stained with blood, but they had already dried.
It took a while before a faint smile graced Wen Yantong's pale face. "I know."