CH 98

Chapter 98 He Called Wen Yantong’s Name (1)

Fu Zixian also stood silently by the side, his expression not very good. Wen Yantong caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. She soon remembered the young man's strange reaction after learning that she was Fu Zixian.

Cheng Xin, Mu Yang, Chi Jingxi. These three people represented the royal family, the general, and the marquis respectively. The young man was extremely disgusted when he heard their names, saying he was going to beat and kill them.

But after hearing Fu Zixian's name, his attitude changed suddenly. He even used the honorific title ‘Prime Minister Fu’.

Could it be that the people hidden under the Nian'an Temple were actually from the Fu Residence?

There was a moment of silence in the room, and several people had different thoughts. After Wen Yantong thought for a while, she saw Chi Jingxi closing his eyes. She shouted in a panic, "Little Marquis! Little Marquis!..."

Chi Jingxi slowly opened his eyes, "What?"

"You can't sleep now, you will be in danger." Wen Yantong answered hastily.

Chi Jingxi frowned. Perhaps the pain that made him weaker and weaker, he didn't bother to make his expression so obvious. Wen Yantong was very worried about his frail appearance, so she wanted to keep him distracted.

She sat next to Chi Jingxi, "Little Marquis, shall we talk for a while?"

Mu Yang disagreed, "Brother Xi is so tired! Can you stop tormenting him and let him have a good rest?"

Wen Yantong glared at him, "Go stand to the side."

Fu Zixian also said to Mu Yang, "Little Marquis is in a precarious situation now. If he were to fall asleep rashly, the injury would be aggravated."

He changed it to a nicer and easy-to-understand statement. In fact, Chi Jingxi was seriously injured now. If he really fell asleep, he might not be able to wake up.

Seeing that Chi Jingxi didn't respond, Wen Yantong boldly grabbed his hand and squished it with some strength, "Little Marquis?"

Chi Jingxi leaned against the wall, his downcast eyes were full of sleepiness. He was extremely tired, but he still responded, "What?"

"When we heard someone knocking on the door in my room earlier, you concluded there were bandits in the temple. How were you able to jump to that answer?" Wen Yantong asked hastily.

Chi Jingxi slowly swallowed, all his movements slowed down, he was slow to respond as well. When he heard Wen Yantong's question, his brain started to turn again. He slowly answered, "The word ‘bandits’ was for them."

Wen Yantong: "Huh?"

Chi Jingxi continued, "At that time, the person who knocked on the door was a regular martial arts practitioner. He walked lightly and silently, and could hear my footsteps approaching the door. But I didn't hear him leave, so when we went out, he should be nearby. I deliberately said that there were bandits in the temple, so that they would be confused."

Wen Yantong was enlightened. She then asked, "Then how do you know that the monks in the temple were also in the same group?"

"The clothes hanging under the eaves had the same scent as the incense the senior monks of Nian'an Temple used. The people in the basement don't need to use incense on their clothing. This means that these people were most likely disguised as monks." 

Chi Jingxi concluded, "Half of the monks in Nian'an Temple are fake."

Wen Yantong said, "So that's the case. I didn't expect that someone would dare to perpetrate a fraud near the imperial city; they’ve really tried to achieve their goal through underhanded means."

Chi Jingxi didn't respond. He seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. Wen Yantong had no choice but to change her tone, and said fiercely, "Little Marquis, if you are in danger next time, don't confront it alone! You are precious, and the injuries you’ve sustained aren't light at all! Your guards will be punished accordingly!"

She thought that Chi Jingxi would retort coldly, but he just hummed lazily. "I won't let them be punished."

Wen Yantong retorted, "Still, you can’t get yourself hurt like this! Look at yourself!"

Chi Jingxi looked at her, "Didn’t you go down too?"

"Can I be the same as you?" Wen Yantong contradicted. "I'm a commoner. If I'm hurt, then I’m hurt, but you are different! Your injury will alarm a lot of people! Besides, a knife was behind my neck at that time! I was forced! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to go down alone!"

Chi Jingxi replied, "I've wronged you."

"I’m not even injured..."

Chi Jingxi paused when he heard this. He lightly asked, "Do you know martial arts?"

Wen Yantong shook her head. "Of course not. If I knew martial arts, I would definitely protect you."

Chi Jingxi's eyes closed in confusion. He remembered there were three or four fallen men beside Wen Yantong...

Wen Yantong muttered, "The situation at that time was really weird. I couldn’t even figure it out myself."

It was clear that several times the knife was about to touch her, but the men always met with some type of mishap during the critical moments. They killed themselves, one after the other, as if there was a magical power protecting her.

This inexplicable good luck wasn’t something new, Wen Yantong had experienced it before. For example, when she suddenly hit the bullseye during the martial arts test or when she mysteriously won the lottery at Crispy Fragrance Building. As if everytime she was in a dilemma, there would be a solution not far away.

Wen Yantong frowned, contemplating carefully.