Chapter 164

The evening glow on the horizon was a vibrant red.

But it wasn't as blood-red as Little Phoenix Fairy.

Little Phoenix Fairy looked down at the blood on her body in disbelief.

She remembered how earlier, a man had killed his original wife in front of her to express his love and sincerity.

That wife had been plump and had borne him three children.

The man's sword could barely pierce his wife's body, and it took several stabs before she died.

At the time, Little Phoenix Fairy had only found it boring. That brainless man, she had merely given him a few smiles and uttered some ambiguous complaints, and he thought she was exclusively his, that only his wife and children stood in the way, using his wife's murder to prove his love.

Little Phoenix Fairy was determined to find the most handsome man, who would one day come to fetch her, dressed in red and riding a white horse.

He came.

His long hair flowing, red clothes blazing, riding a white horse, he came trampling the sunset.

He had come.

He was exactly like the man of her dreams.

The moment Little Phoenix Fairy laid eyes on him, she vowed that this time, she would use no tricks. She wanted to grow old with him.

She wasn't worried about his original wife and children.

Those foolish people would never be a match for her; she only wanted him.

This time, she had truly fallen in love.

Then she looked down.

She felt her heart flutter.

It seemed as if her heart had been pierced.

It throbbed a few times.

She opened her eyes in disbelief, looked down, then up again.

Finally, she fell straight backward.

Her eyes wide open, staring at the red clouds on the horizon.

The officials and attendants who had come to welcome Commander Jiang were stunned.

The old nanny and maids around Little Phoenix Fairy trembled, not daring to shout or cry.

Because following Lord Jiang, a vast entourage had appeared.

They still looked like the old, weak, sick, and disabled, but they were numerous.

If Commander Jiang hadn't been at the front, one might have thought the rebels had returned.

But then again, Commander Jiang was also of rebel origin.

This dark mass of people didn't look like they were coming to take office, but rather to conquer the Provincial Capital.

To kill such a beautiful young woman so casually, wouldn't his heart ache?

One of the two officials wiped Little Phoenix Fairy's blood that had splattered on his face.

The other wiped the sweat that had fallen on his forehead.

Both had been standing straight, but now they were bent over, hunched, and not daring to imitate Little Phoenix Fairy by bowing and craning their necks to entice people.

They obediently looked at the ground.

There were suddenly many more ants on the ground.

Who knows where they came from.

"My Lord, this humble official has come to welcome you back to the Provincial Capital."

The imperial court was always particularly generous to those who accepted amnesty, willing to give money, housing, women, food, drink, entertainment, and enjoyment – a full package. They were willing to give anything.

Even empty titles could be given; you could hold various positions and titles, but if you really wanted your troops and horses, that was not available. Everything else was possible.

This tactic never failed.

Those who accepted amnesty were usually blinded by luxurious mansions and wealth.

Little Phoenix Fairy was dead?

Aunt Yin could hardly believe it.

She saw the older and younger girls' eyes widen.

The younger girl couldn't help but let Little Ant lift the curtain.

She flicked the ant away and said, "Your father didn't kill an innocent person. He must have investigated beforehand. This woman was vicious. Don't be fooled by her weak appearance; many women and children have died because of her. Other courtesans just hope to reform, but she's different. She enjoyed breaking up families."

Jiang Yu widened her eyes and nodded.

Jiang Mianmian puffed up her cheeks and nodded.

Their family was already in a precarious position as pardoned rebels, and this action was very rebellious.

"Grandma, can we take a look? Is she beautiful? Next time I encounter someone like this, I'll avoid them," Jiang Yu, now married, couldn't understand at all. If one day Meng Shaoxia shouted about beating or killing her for another woman, she would definitely make a pot of mushroom soup and let everyone go together.

If they were to die, they'd die together.

Aunt Yin thought for a moment and nodded.

After all, they needed to see the world.

Jiang Mianmian was also very curious.

From what she heard, it sounded like an ancient courtesan figure, but she died as soon as she arrived? She had thought there would be some household drama or something.

She was worried that her mother might not be able to handle it.

After all, her mother seemed like a very straightforward person.

She probably couldn't stand that kind of passive-aggressive behavior.

So Grandma opened the curtain.

Not just a small corner, but wide open.

Because Grandma had taken two pieces of gauze and covered Jiang Yu and Jiang Mianmian's faces.

Jiang Mianmian thought Grandma was being overly cautious... she had only been weaned for a few years, it really wasn't necessary.

However, the two girls wearing light veils unanimously looked down at Little Phoenix Fairy lying on the ground.

Jiang Yu took one look and then retreated, patting her chest and saying with relief, "Thank goodness, Brother Meng doesn't like this type. This type with a pointy chin, Brother Meng thinks they look like snake spirits and would prick people."

Aunt Yin: ... The person is already dead, what are you saying?

Jiang Mianmian examined her carefully, then sat back and said to Grandma, "This girl's waist is so thin, I wonder if we cut her open and looked, would she have two fewer bones in her waist than others?"

Aunt Yin: ... The flesh on her cheeks twitched involuntarily.

Her worries were unnecessary.

"Squeak squeak."

The wheels continued to roll.

The road into the city was paved with bluestone slabs, making the sound of the carriage wheels much crisper.

Grandma didn't lower the carriage curtain.

The two young ladies sat inside, looking out.

Indeed, it was worthy of being called the Provincial Capital.

There were so many shops.

Various signboards fluttered in the breeze.

There were also many pedestrians on the street.

They were all dressed better, not appearing gaunt or malnourished.

Along the road, there were quite a few two-story and three-story buildings.

There was even a small river by the roadside.

And there were horse-drawn carriages passing each other.

There were sounds of vendors calling out, the flowing of water, and laughter.

It was a scene of worldly prosperity and bustle.