Abandoned Woman Busy Farming
Chapter 1464 - 1565: Don’t Expose Your Flaws_1

Chapter 1464: Chapter 1565: Don’t Expose Your Flaws_1

Muyu and the other dark guards all became alert, realizing that after a failed assassination attempt by Qisha Pavilion, they were likely to send even more killers.

Fortunately, the silhouette on the roof was illuminated by moonlight, allowing everyone to see clearly that it was Jianqi, who had returned.

Bai Ruozhu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although Jianqi was her servant, she did not regard him as such in her heart. She had long considered Jianqi a trusted companion, and if anything had happened to him, she would have felt guilty for the rest of her life.

Jianqi jumped down into the yard, bringing with him a strong smell of blood. His clothes had several tears, indicating that he was likely wounded in several places.

"Master, this subordinate has returned late," Jianqi said with his head bowed as soon as he landed.

"Jianqi, are you alright? Where are you injured? Is it serious?" Bai Ruozhu asked three questions in quick succession, showing how worried she was.

Jianqi’s face did not show it, but his eyes flashed with emotion. She did not ask him whether he killed the target, Chase the Wind, but rather about his injuries.

"They are all superficial injuries, no harm done," Jianqi replied.

Muyu anxiously asked from the side, "Did you catch that Chase the Wind?"

Jianqi pulled out a severed arm from behind his back. No wonder the stench of blood was so strong!

"I only cut off an arm, but he still managed to escape," Jianqi said sternly. "I am incompetent; please punish me, Master."

But Bai Ruozhu burst out laughing, only to remember that it was late at night. If the laughter reached the neighboring yard, they might think something had happened.

She quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Why should I punish you? You have done a great service! Chase the Wind is an archer, cutting off his arm is akin to crippling his martial arts. Without his lethal archery, Qisha Pavilion will likely not want him soon. Such a homeless cur, wouldn’t he be easy to deal with?"

On the side, Muyu chimed in, "Yeah, without Chase the Wind’s dark arrows, it won’t be so easy for them to ambush us anymore."

However, Jianqi, with a stern face, said, "Qisha Pavilion won’t just have Chase the Wind as their trump card. They sent him several times simply because he had been exposed. We still need to be very careful."

Bai Ruozhu looked at the bloody severed hand in Jianqi’s grip, and her mouth twitched involuntarily. Thankfully, she was not an ordinary woman; having seen corpses preserved in formalin in her previous life during autopsies, otherwise she would have been scared to tears.

How had Jianqi, following Sangta’s example, brought back a severed arm for her?

"Bury the severed arm somewhere, and make sure it doesn’t scare the other people in the household," Bai Ruozhu instructed as she looked towards the garden. "Right, let’s use it as fertilizer for the flowers."

"Yes," replied Jianqi and was about to deal with the severed arm when Bai Ruozhu stopped him, saying, "I’ll take a look at your wounds. Let Muyu do it."

Muyu’s face fell. Why was it that he never got to do the good tasks, and always the unpleasant ones? It was late at night, and he could get scared too, alright?

Bai Ruozhu noticed his look of despair and glared back at him, saying, "Don’t you play coy with me. You’ve killed before, haven’t you? What’s there to fear about a severed hand? Hurry up and get it done, bury it deep so that the gardener doesn’t dig it up and die of fright."

"Yes, my lady, I’m on it," Muyu shrank his neck and scurried off quickly.

Bai Ruozhu then proceeded to clean Jianqi’s wounds and discovered that they were indeed all superficial, except for a particularly deep one on his right shoulder. If it had been any deeper, his Qi channels could have been damaged beyond repair.

"This needs to be stitched up; don’t move," Bai Ruozhu said as she disinfected Jianqi’s wound, gave an injection for temporary pain relief, and then began suturing.

"Master, I’m fine, this injury isn’t worth troubling over," Jianqi lowered his head, his eyes not daring to meet Bai Ruozhu’s.

Bai Ruozhu didn’t notice his abnormality; her attention was fully on the wound, and once she started treating someone, she became particularly focused.

"Don’t talk, it’ll be over soon, and you’ll heal faster this way. Only then can you complete your duties more effectively," Bai Ruozhu said sternly.

Jianqi dared not say more, his eyes quickly glancing at her face. Being so close, he could see her delicate skin that seemed as if it could break at a touch, and the tiny, charming fuzz on her cheeks. His heartbeat raced, and he hurriedly shifted his gaze away.

"Why is your face so red? You’re not feverish, are you?" Bai Ruozhu reached out to feel Jianqi’s forehead, and only when she was sure there was no fever did she feel relieved.

Jianqi stiffened completely; he didn’t dare move at all until Bai Ruozhu handed him a pill and told him to swallow it, which snapped him back to reality.

After taking care of all this, Bai Ruozhu returned to her room only to find herself unable to sleep. She wondered if Yichun would receive the message about the assassination attempt, and if he would worry and get upset.

She had grown accustomed to relying on him, yet there was a knot in her heart. She hadn’t yet settled the matter of his sword strike, and she hadn’t given him a proper scolding before the emperor sent him away. So when he returned, she vowed to settle the score; she couldn’t let him off so easily.

Then she entered the Space and played with Xiaohei for a while. Xiaohei seemed restless, so Bai Ruozhu considered whether to let Xiaohei out, either to roam outside the City or to settle in the Bai Family’s Yard.

Compared to the Barbarian Tribe, it wasn’t beneficial for her to keep Beast Pets; the territories of the Barbarian Clan were vast, allowing Beast Pets to roam and hunt freely and to even gain the tribe’s respect.

Having Xiaohei follow her was somewhat unfair to him.

She stroked Xiaohei’s head, "Xiaohei, how about you go out to the City and have fun on your own?"

Xiaohei responded by rubbing his large head against her palm, clearly indicating he didn’t want to leave her. Bai Ruozhu thought for a moment and said, "Then you can stay at home and play, but you mustn’t scare people or hurt them randomly, or I’ll be angry."

Xiaohei growled softly in agreement and hopped excitedly around, clearly delighted.

Just as dawn broke, Lin Ping’er and Bai Yihong hurried to Bai Ruozhu’s Yard to check on her condition. Seeing their daughter standing well, the two finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Dad, Mom, don’t worry. I’ve even learned the Magic Techniques from the Astrology Tower now; those assassins can’t hurt me," Bai Ruozhu boasted about herself to reassure her parents, making herself out to be particularly heroic and invincible the day before.

Bai Yihong and Lin Ping’er beamed with pride as they looked at their daughter with even greater admiration.

"Your second brother has already gone to the morning court. He said he would request that the emperor thoroughly investigate this matter," Bai Yihong said.

Bai Ruozhu laughed, "See, now I have my second brother backing me. Let’s see who dares to bully me in the future."

"What are you talking about? Isn’t Yichun also supporting you?" Bai Yihong was ready to speak up for his son-in-law. Bai Ruozhu secretly stuck out her tongue; she had almost given herself away. She couldn’t let her family know that the current "Yichun" was an imposter.

At that thought, she became anxious and hurriedly told her parents she needed to make a trip to the Palace. As soon as she left the house, she said to Muyu, "Find a way to send a message to Jianqi for me. Now that my second brother is seeking justice for me, he also needs to act firmly and not give himself away."