The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 236
Translated by Pure
Chapter 236 Arriving at Yibei (2)
To be frank, Wen Yantong had never witnessed A’Guan and Zhuang Mian in action. The journey had been so hurried that there was barely any time to rest, encountering no one along the way. But now, as A’Guan stepped forward, she deftly swung a short knife from her sleeve, leaving scars on the guards' bodies. These wounds weren't fatal, but each strike elicited cries of pain.
Observing this, Qingyi became angered, exclaiming, "You truly have ulterior motives for entering the city!" With that, she drew a long, shiny whip from her waist, cracking it on the ground like a firecracker, creating a loud noise.
The onlookers were frightened, stepping back to witness the commotion. Even the three soldiers retreated timidly.
Qingyi displayed great skill with the whip, she engaged in exchanges with A’Guan as she sparred with others. On several occasions, the whip came dangerously close to striking A’Guan.
Observing this, Zhuang Mian naturally stepped forward to lend her assistance.
Meanwhile, Wen Yantong chose to stay back, unwilling to escalate the situation.
Unexpectedly, as Wen Yantong stood alone, a member of the guard, upon seeing this, immediately lunged at her, seizing her arm and preparing to inflict harm. Struggling vigorously, Wen Yantong was on the verge of screaming when a sudden arrow pierced through the assailant. Blood sprayed, and the guard crumpled to the ground with a howl, convulsing in pain.
Startled, Wen Yantong looked up in panic to find someone standing not far away.
The individual wielded a long bow and donned a dark blue brocade outfit, complemented by a simple silver armor. His hair, bound by a red silk tie and intricately braided, reflected the distinctive Yibei style. The lengthy strands, descending, danced in the wind behind him and floated forward with the restless breeze. Several strands gently settled on the gleaming silver armor.
In his wake stood soldiers clad in iron armor, arranged in a disciplined formation, a stark contrast to the loose and disorganized patrolling soldiers.
With a wave of his hand, the soldiers behind him marched forward in a brisk but orderly fashion. They swiftly subdued all the guards brought by Qingyi, compelling them to kneel on the ground. Zhuang Mian and A’Guan found themselves similarly restrained, plunging the once lively atmosphere into a sudden hush.
Qingyi, seized by the arm, vociferously exclaimed, "Mu Yang! How dare you impede me?!"
Indeed, the individual orchestrating this was Mu Yang.
Positioned in a way that obscured him against the backlight, Wen Yantong struggled to discern his features clearly. Yet, when Qingyi called out, Wen Yantong was startled to realize that this person was none other than Mu Yang, someone she hadn't seen in nearly two months!
Approaching steadily, his features gradually came into focus, and the silver armor on his frame emitted a crisp sound with each measured step. Only upon his closer proximity did Wen Yantong gain a clear view.
Mu Yang's complexion had deepened, yet his once handsome face now exuded a determination and coldness seldom witnessed before. It was as if he had matured abruptly.
Casting a cold glance at Qingyi, he stated, "As the Yibei garrison, I possess the authority to maintain order in the city. Whoever disrupts it will face consequences."
"You dare?!" Qingyi retorted sharply. "Once my father learns of this, he won't spare you easily."
Mu Yang lifted the corner of his mouth in a sneer, dismissing her threat. Instead, his gaze shifted from A’Guan to Zhuang Mian and, finally, settled on Wen Yantong's face. He inquired, "Have you recently arrived in the city?"
Wen Yantong nodded in confirmation.
After an extensive journey that left Wen Yantong physically and mentally drained, the sight of Mu Yang brought an unexpected comfort. The sense of familiarity seemed to dispel her fatigue, prompting a smile that curved her eyes. She explained, "We're here in search of someone."
Mu Yang, wearing a cold expression, responded, "There's unrest here. Find your person and leave promptly."
Without lingering, Mu Yang, seemingly preoccupied with his own concerns, was ready to depart.
Meanwhile, Qingyi continued her vocal protests on the side, hurling curses in the Yibei dialect.
Expressing disdain with a furrowed brow, Mu Yang was about to turn away when Wen Yantong unexpectedly called out, "Mu Xingyi!"
He hesitated for a moment, and when he looked at her again, his eyes betrayed skepticism. "Are we acquainted?"
Wen Yantong chuckled and removed the linen covering her head. She was about to respond when, unexpectedly, her actions startled Mu Yang to the extent that he took a large step back.
"You, you..." Mu Yang's stern demeanor crumbled. "Your face..."
Wen Yantong, unconsciously touching her face, suddenly recalled the green ointment she had applied earlier. It had dried, forming numerous cracks that, at first glance, appeared quite alarming.
In haste, she attempted to scrape off the mask, piece by piece, while explaining, "It's something I applied earlier."
Observing this, Mu Yang's facial features nearly contorted in disgust.
"It's me! Wen Yantong!" she declared.
Hearing her assertion, Mu Yang's expression underwent a sudden transformation, disbelief etched across his face. He scrutinized Wen Yantong carefully, walking up to her and peering into her eyes. The voice resonated somewhat like Wen Yantong's, but the green hue on the person before him made identification challenging.
Temporarily ceasing her attempt to remove the residue from her face, Wen Yantong turned around and extracted the jade token Cheng Xin had given her from her horse's baggage.
Presenting it to Mu Yang, he immediately recognized it, his mouth hanging open in astonishment as he stared at Wen Yantong.
As she continued her face-cleaning endeavor, Wen Yantong pondered, ‘Now that's more like it, that's the expression a goofball should have.’
After a brief pause, Mu Yang lowered his voice and questioned, "Do you no longer want to live?! Why did you come here?"
"I came to find you guys," Wen Yantong replied.
As Mu Yang approached, he caught a whiff of the scent emanating from Wen Yantong's hair, prompting his face to contort once again in evident disgust. "With you like this, I don't even want to admit that I know you," he remarked with disdain.
Wen Yantong, taking a sniff herself, responded with a smile, "Isn't it because I was in a rush to see you guys earlier?"
Mu Yang clicked his tongue disapprovingly and instructed the individuals nearby, "You go on patrol first. I have something to attend to. Just escort all these troublemakers to jail." The soldier nodded respectfully and departed amidst Qingyi's continued protests.
Mu Yang, taking Wen Yantong by the arm, hastily led her to his residence. In Yibei, the county magistrate had designated a specific area for Fu Zixian and the others from Chaoge to reside. Mu Yang, Chi Jingxi, and Fu Zixian shared the same dwelling, which resembled a courtyard house in structure.
Upon entering, Mu Yang instinctively distanced himself; the odor on her body elicited a stutter, "Qui–Quick, bring the hot water!"
Wen Yantong, still with green remnants on her face, scratched her oily head and patiently awaited. Servants filled a large wooden tub with basins of hot water mixed with cold water, eventually escorting her to the cleansing room.
Mu Yang, personally standing guard outside, arranged for a new set of clothes to be brought.
The bathing water underwent four changes before a clean and fragrant-free Wen Yantong emerged. Clad in fresh clothes and drying her hair, she stepped out.
Mu Yang, leaning against the wall, turned his head at the sound. It was only at the current sight of her standing in front of him did the realization that Wen Yantong had indeed traveled from Chaoge to Yibei dawn upon him.
Although Wen Yantong had plastered her face throughout the journey, there were still some areas where she had tanned, but no significant changes were apparent.
Mu Yang, with much to express, ultimately remarked, "It's so dangerous here. What are you doing here?"
Wen Yantong, while drying her hair, replied, "I have important matters to attend to. Don't talk nonsense; take me to see Fu Zixian quickly."
Mu Yang added, "He went out on patrol and might return later." Before he could finish, the door emitted a crisp sound of clashing armor, swinging open as a person stepped inside.
Fu Zixian appeared to have grown taller during this period. His long hair, in a half-up hairdo, revealed his ears, while the rest cascaded behind his back, entwined with a long silk ribbon. Stepping through the door, the wind from behind pushed his long hair forward, causing it to faintly drift over his handsome face.
As Fu Zixian entered, he raised his eyes and noticed Mu Yang and Wen Yantong standing near the clean room, prompting his steps to abruptly halt.
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The author has something to say:
[Tell me about your feelings when you saw Wen Yantong]:
Mu Yang: I [beep]! She really [beep] is a [beep] dog! I almost vomited from the smell! I kept telling myself that she is my good friend, only was I able to refrain myself from giving her a good beating.