Li Miao and the fourth walked and waited, taking their time on the journey.
Let’s talk about Wang Hai and Mei Qinghe.
They left the city half an hour earlier, so even if Zhao Ying and the others rode at full speed, the two of them would still have to wait here for a while.
Wang Hai saw Mei Qinghe standing silently, holding her sword, her gaze empty as she looked into the distance, not speaking, not knowing what she was thinking.
He secretly thought to himself, “Has this girl been played foolish by the Commander as well?”
Of course, his “played” did not mean anything vulgar.
Li Miao was cynical, and he played people without distinguishing between good and evil; it was just that good people would not suffer too much at his hands, but psychological trauma was certainly present.
Wang Hai had been in the fourth’s room all last night and was unaware of the situation on Li Miao’s side.
How could he know that Mei Qinghe was simply “down” because her great revenge had been avenged and her future was uncertain, and she just didn’t want to talk?
They would still have to work under Li Miao in the future, and Mei Qinghe was someone Li Miao had affirmed, so Wang Hai thought of getting closer to her, finding something to say, and said, “Miss Mei.”
Mei Qinghe turned her head: “Lord Wang.” She already knew the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) identity of Li Miao and the others.
“No need to call me Lord; from now on, we all work for the Commander. I’m a bit older than you, so you can call me Brother Wang.”
“Last night, I heard Zhao Dehua’s screams; he must have been killed by you on the roof of a civilian house outside.”
“You could have just found a place to dump his body, or burned it, so why bother carrying it to his room?”
Wang Hai was indeed very curious about this question.
Mei Qinghe was silent for a moment, then said, “According to the rules of the pugilistic world, debts are cleared when a person dies.”
“I have a deep-seated hatred for Zhao Dehua, but I have no animosity towards his family.”
“When a person dies, they are just a pile of rotten flesh.”
“Returning this rotten flesh to his family does not harm me, and it saves his family from being delayed.”
Mei Qinghe’s father had gone missing and his whereabouts were unknown while searching for Mei Qinghe, so her choice was not surprising.
“Moreover, he did indeed risk his life to protect us once, and he didn’t lay a hand on me.”
“I returned him a death with unclosed eyes, and then I returned him a peaceful burial; this can be considered settling our grievances.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Hai scrutinized Mei Qinghe from head to toe.
“This girl… is she a bit too pedantic?”
“This personality… is indeed to the Commander’s liking, but it will be troublesome when doing things.”
He was not clear about the enmity between Mei Qinghe and Zhao Dehua, and it was not good to say more, but he secretly decided in his heart that he would help Li Miao temper Mei Qinghe’s personality.
Someone who even takes revenge by the book probably won’t live very long.
Now was an opportunity.
Wang Hai said, “What do you plan to do when Zhao Dehua’s daughter catches up later?”
Mei Qinghe replied, “I will first explain the situation to her; if she doesn’t listen, I won’t just sit there and wait for death.”
“I’ll trouble Brother Wang to stand by for me then.”
Wang Hai nodded: “No problem, no problem.” But in his heart, he had made up his mind to use this opportunity to teach Mei Qinghe a lesson.
The two waited by the roadside for a while, then heard the intense sound of hooves approaching from a distance.
Mei Qinghe placed her sword on the ground and walked to the middle of the road with empty hands, standing ready.
Wang Hai asked strangely, “Aren’t you a Hua Mountain disciple? Why aren’t you using your sword?”
Mei Qinghe said, “This is my personal vendetta; Tiger Might Escort Agency is not an evil cult, so I cannot use Hua Mountain Swordplay and disgrace my sect’s reputation.”
Wang Hai was speechless and muttered to himself.
“This girl, her brain really isn’t working too well.”
A moment later, Zhao Ying and the members of Tiger Might Escort Agency arrived on horseback, saw Mei Qinghe and Wang Hai standing ahead, and slowly reduced their speed.
Zhao Ying first glanced at Wang Hai, then carefully scrutinized Mei Qinghe from head to toe.
“You… are the one who ambushed my father the night before last.”
Zhao Ying had been drugged and did not witness it firsthand. But Zhao Dehua had described Mei Qinghe’s physique to her afterward, so she was very certain that Mei Qinghe was that masked woman.
“You killed my father.”
“Yes.”
“Why!?”
With her enemy before her, Zhao Ying’s eyes were bloodshot. She dismounted, drew her sword, and asked through gritted teeth.
“Revenge for killing my mother.”
“You’re talking nonsense!!!”
Zhao Ying pointed her sword at Mei Qinghe: “My father was kind to people and never made enemies. Sometimes he would even rather suffer a loss himself than resort to violence.”
“If your mother was killed by my father, it must have been because she forced my father to act!”
Mei Qinghe glanced at Zhao Ying’s sword and said, “Zhao Dehua didn’t teach you his claw technique, but rather had you learn the sword.”
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“You are about the same age as me; fifteen years ago when he killed my mother, you should have been old enough to remember.”
“Have you ever wondered where he got that sinister claw technique?”
“Have you ever wondered how Zhao Dehua, with his innate talent, could practice that sinister claw technique so well?”
Zhao Ying was choked by these few words and paused.
Zhao Ying was raised very well by Zhao Dehua.
It’s strange to say, no matter how much evil a person commits, even if they gain immense wealth through evil deeds, they often still teach their children to be good people.
Zhao Dehua did not teach Zhao Ying that sinister claw technique, but instead had her learn the sword, a kind of upright and straightforward swordsmanship.
And Zhao Ying did not disappoint Zhao Dehua’s expectations, becoming an upright and straightforward person, consistent with her swordsmanship.
She first remained silent, then gestured to the escort agency members, and only after they had surrounded Mei Qinghe and Wang Hai did she open her mouth and ask.
“What you said… is there any human witness?”
Mei Qinghe shook her head: “Of those who survived that year, only I remain.”
“Are there any material witnesses!?”
Mei Qinghe still shook her head: “It’s been so long, it has long since rotted away in the mountains.”
“Then why should I believe you!?”
“You killed my father, and with just your one-sided story, you expect me to give up this blood feud!?”
Zhao Dehua had never mentioned the events of that year to anyone, so Zhao Ying naturally didn’t know.
“For the past fifteen years, whether it’s me, my mother, everyone in the escort agency, or even fellow martial artists, everyone knows my father is a good person!”
“With just a casual remark from you, you expect me to believe that for the past fifteen years, everyone has been mistaken about my father!?”
Mei Qinghe spoke calmly: “I don’t expect you to believe me, but I must say it.”
“Remember, my name is Mei Qinghe. Your father was killed by me alone last night, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.”
“If you want to seek revenge, come find me. Whether it’s life or death, I accept it.”
Zhao Ying stared intently into Mei Qinghe’s eyes: “Good!”
“I won’t doubt my father based on your unproven words.”
“But if your conscience is clear, then kill me; don’t hold back.”
“And I, in this life, will definitely pursue you to the ends of the earth! Until death!”
“Good.” Mei Qinghe responded, then raised her palm and assumed a stance.
“Kill!” Zhao Ying roared, drawing her sword and charging forward, joining the escort agency members in attacking Mei Qinghe.
