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Chapter 722 The results of the official interrogation are problematic...

"Our escort agency has wronged him!" The old man stared intently at Gu Qingchen with bloodshot eyes. "We accepted the money, but halfway there we had evil intentions and tried to rob and kill him!"

These words are exactly the same as what Lin Jiayou said.

Gu Qingchen felt a surge of anger rising to his head and couldn't help but question, "Since you accepted the money, why did you still take someone's life?"

"We were blinded by lard!" The old man didn't argue; instead, he angrily slammed his fist on the chopping board.

"But we failed, and he escaped! Later, I investigated the matter thoroughly, went to Chengdu in person, knelt before him, kowtowed, and begged him to show leniency!"

"But what about him?" The old man's voice suddenly rose, filled with tearful accusations. "He never intended to let us go! He returned to the capital, and within six months, our once-powerful escort agency was destroyed! So many brothers lost their families and lives!"

He raised his empty sleeve, his voice shrill: "This hand of mine is what I gave him! I wasn't the one escorting the goods back then, but I was the chief镖头 (head镖师, the head镖师), I accept it!"

"But what innocent are those brothers' families! He's trying to wipe us out!"

It turned out to be the case.

These people are indeed despicable, but Lin Jiayou is using evil to fight evil...

If the chief镖头 (chief镖头, head镖师, head镖师) committed a crime, then the镖师 (镖师, bodyguards) deserved even more punishment. However, it was the imperial law and the government's judgment that should be applied to them.

Instead of Lin Jiayou, who used even more insidious methods to carry out a private, ruthless revenge.

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun left the noodle stall without anyone noticing. After taking a few steps, Qian Zhenyun suddenly turned around, quickly walked back to the stall, and quietly placed a heavy money bag on the counter.

The old man looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

The way back seemed even darker than the way we came.

Unbeknownst to the two, several dark figures had quietly followed them.

As they turned into a deserted, dark alley, their murderous intent became clear!

He was not after money; his short knife was deadly, and he showed no mercy.

"careful!"

In the critical moment, Qian Zhenyun pushed Gu Qingchen behind him.

He ducked low, narrowly dodging a knife aimed at his face, and then kicked the other man in the knee.

Gu Qingchen also knows kung fu, and is even more skilled than Qian Zhenyun.

She swiftly drew her soft sword from her waist, and with a flick of her wrist, the tip of the sword pierced the wrist of another man in black.

But Qian Zhenyun always protected her behind him, taking the brunt of the attacks.

As he fought, he calmly growled at Gu Qingchen, "Run to the left! There's a wooden crate in three steps; you can use it for cover!"

The men in black outnumbered the others and their offensive became increasingly fierce.

Finally, a man in black found an opening, broke through Qian Zhenyun's defense, and slashed his knife straight at Gu Qingchen's head!

At the critical moment, a figure descended from the sky and, with a clang, steadily blocked the black-clad man's knife.

They are guards of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

The battle turned in an instant, and within a few breaths, all the men in black were subdued.

The head guard sheathed his sword, strode forward, and knelt on one knee before Gu Qingchen. "Miss, I am late and have frightened you."

Gu Qingchen looked at the subdued men in black on the ground, still shaken. She shook her head, her voice still a little tight: "I'm fine. Why are you here?"

The head guard raised his head, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face, but he still reported truthfully: "Young Master Lin sent someone on horseback to the manor to deliver a message, saying that you two may be in danger here, and ordered us to come and protect you immediately."

Lin Chia-yu?

He's incredibly capable; he can even order around the guards of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion!

and many more.

Their whereabouts tonight were known only to her and Qian Zhenyun; no one else knew. How did Lin Jiayou know they were here, and how did he manage to send people to "protect" them at such a precise moment?

Unless... he's been keeping an eye on her all along!

From the moment she stepped out of the mansion, her every move was under his calculation and control.

Was tonight's assassination attempt, tonight's "hero saves the damsel in distress," a coincidence, or a staged performance orchestrated by him?

"Lin Jiayou!" she gritted her teeth, about to lash out, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

His hands were cold and powerless.

Gu Qingchen was startled and suddenly looked down.

Qian Zhenyun's left sleeve had been slashed open at some point, revealing a deep gash that exposed bone. Blood was gushing out, dripping from his fingertips onto the dirty bluestone slabs on the ground.

"Qian Zhenyun!" Gu Qingchen's raging anger was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water. "Your hand!"

Qian Zhenyun twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile, but then he gasped in pain.

Looking at her pale face, he whispered reassuringly, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"You still say you're fine!" Gu Qingchen gripped his hand tightly, turned to the guard leader and shouted sternly, "What are you all standing there for! Quick! Back to the manor! Call a doctor!"

Gu Qingchen had never felt that the road home was so long, so long that it made her anxious.

Looking at her pale profile and her eyes reddened with anxiety, Qian Zhenyun's resentment towards Lin Jiayou miraculously dissipated.

It turns out that this look in her eyes, which was mixed with heartache and worry, was not unique to Lin Jiayou.

He will have it too.

The excruciating pain in his arm caused cold sweat to bead on his forehead, but he managed a slight smile as he leaned his head against her, his voice weak and strained, tinged with a deliberate air of grievance.

"Sister, it hurts so much."

Gu Qingchen stopped in her tracks, then abruptly turned her head and glared at him. "Shut up! Now you know what pain is?!"

She cursed him, but unconsciously she lightened the pressure on his wound and quickened her pace.

The group rushed into the Qian family's courtyard. In the light of the lanterns, Doctor Qian was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard reading a medical book. Hearing the noise, he looked up and immediately saw his son covered in blood.

"What, what happened?" Doctor Qian stood up abruptly, dropping his medical books to the ground. "How could he have been injured all of a sudden!"

He muttered to himself as he quickly approached, his face full of heartache and urgency, but his hands moved steadily without trembling as he began to untie his blood-soaked sleeves.

"Hiss—" Qian Zhenyun gasped in pain, but first glanced warily into the room, then asked his father in a low voice, "Is my mother not here?"

"She's not here." Doctor Qian didn't even look up, his hands deftly cleaning the wound and applying ointment. "She and the Duchess went out for a trip and won't be back until tomorrow."

Qian Zhenyun's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Seeing his fear of his mother, Gu Qingchen was both angry and amused. In the end, she just stood there silently, watching Doctor Qian bandage him.

The following evening, Song Ruyan and Chu Ruohan returned.

Before she even entered the courtyard, Song Ruyan's hearty laughter drifted in.

"Ruohan, let me tell you, the maple leaves on Qixia Mountain are as red as fire. Next time, let's bring some wine and drink there for a whole day. I guarantee it will be more enjoyable than staying at home!"

As she spoke, she strode into the courtyard, and immediately saw her beloved son sitting on the porch with one arm in a sling.

The smile on Song Ruyan's face disappeared. She walked up to Qian Zhenyun in a few steps, not out of heartache or worry, but by looking down at him and circling him.

Finally, he reached out his finger and poked his uninjured forehead.

"You've made it big! Money is rolling in."

After learning the whole story, she wasn't sad at all. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and started cursing loudly.

"What happened to all the kung fu I taught you? A few lowly thieves beat you up like this? Where's your face? Where's my face? You've completely disgraced me!"

Qian Zhenyun lowered his head, letting his mother scold him without uttering a single word in rebuttal.

Chu Ruohan, watching from the side, felt both helpless and amused. She quickly pulled Song Ruyan aside and said, "Alright, alright, the child is fine. You should say less."

"He's alright? It's only because the Duke's guards arrived in time!" Song Ruyan glared at him with exasperation. "Otherwise, you'd be seeing a corpse right now!"

Qian Zhenyun remained silent until his mother got tired of scolding him and went to pour herself a glass of water to soothe her throat.

He didn't say that those people weren't petty thieves looking for money.

The results of the official interrogation are problematic...