Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine's Daughter

Chapter 347 The Four Chides judged Qingyi

Liao Zhiyuan ignored Duan Xiaolou’s questioning. Instead, Liao Zhiyuan stared at He Danggui with his sparkling catlike eyes and approached her step by step, saying, “Injured? I don’t think so. Boss, are you squared by her, too? I don’t believe you. I have to check it myself.” Then Liao Zhiyuan’s left palm turned into the shape of Long Zhua Shou, and reached out his hand to grab He Danggui.

Lu Jiangbei was healing Du Yao on the bed and couldn’t stop Liao Zhiyuan, so he cried out, “Lynx, save some energy, soon the enemy will come to attack us, you are now the only one to fight with them!”

Liao Zhiyuan didn’t believe it, so he sneered, “Damn enemy attack,” and at the same time, he rushed to He Danggui.

He Danggui shrank behind Gao Jue. She remembered that Liao Zhiyuan was quite afraid of Gao Jue. But Liao Zhiyuan successfully grabbed her collar and pulled her out, without any hindrance all the time while Gao Jue just sat on the edge of the bed like a stone statue. After Liao Zhiyuan caught He Danggui, he laughed happily and said, “Junior Sister, Younger Master Gao is injured and he is impatient to play hide-and-seek with us. Don’t bother him, just play with me.” After that, like carrying a small animal, Liao Zhiyuan lifted her up with one hand and shook her, “Pop!”

The button on He Danggui’s collar couldn’t withstand such shaking, and one of them collapsed after He Danggui was shook a little. Therefore, He Danggui’s first and second buttons were both gone, the collar of her robe was open, exposing her snow-white beautiful neck. Although He Danggui neatly wore moon-white soft satin middle clothes inside of her nocturnal clothing, the button seemed to collapse in someone’s heart, causing Duan Xiaolou who was just standing alone all the time to yell out loudly, “Lynx! You’ve gone too far!”

Liao Zhiyuan curled his lips and put He Danggui back on the ground, but he still grasped her by her collar. Liao Zhiyuan was determined to “publicly judge” He Danggui once.

“I’ve gone too far?” Liao Zhiyuan sneered, his face was cold, the corners of his lips curled up, but he didn’t seem to be smiling. Liao Zhiyuan explained, “I just want to see why this girl is so powerful that she could take a palm of yours but remain unharmed. And also she made Boss who never tells a lie fool us, saying that she was seriously injured and that there would be an enemy attack. Where is the enemy? In heaven?” When Liao Zhiyuan was about to grab He Danggui’s wrist with the other hand, she managed to avoid it, so he looked up at the others, “See, she’s guilty.”

He Danggui frowned and said calmly, “How can you say that, Master Liao? You are an upper class who reads poems and knows about manners. Don’t you know that it is improper for men and women to have body contact?” With her hands clasped behind her back, a layer of cold sweat appeared in her palms. It was unknown whether it was because of the “Du Yao incident”. She took a deep breath and continued to say calmly, “Master Liao, believe it or not, I did suffer a slight injury. Now, I want to go home, please let go of me... Ah! you!”

Unexpectedly, Liao Zhiyuan was shameless and bold enough to put his big hand on her chest. Even He Danggui, who was usually calm, was also frightened by such behavior. Liao Zhiyuan had never done such a bad deed before, no matter publicly or privately. In fact, Liao Zhiyuan was even more indifferent to her than strangers. So no one expected that Liao Zhiyuan would do such a shameless thing.

Duan Xiaolou also shouted at him coldly and took half a step forward. but this time he was almost a spent force. He walked only half a step before falling backward on the door and was supported by the discerning Xue Xiao. Lu Jiangbei and Gao Jue, who was sitting by the bed, both seemed a bit surprised, but did not have any intention to help.

When it came to He Danggui for being suspicious and strange, Gao Jue would definitely be the first to agree and lodge a complaint. During his first “close contact” with her, Gao Jue discovered that there was a large amount of Zhenqi in He Danggui’s body that did not belong to her. After helping her smooth out those Zhenqi, He Danggui immediately turned from an ordinary person with sluggish feet the night before to a someone who could use the footwork of arts of lightness to run on the mountain pass the next day, and even her footsteps became lighter. Was she a self-learned martial arts genius? Gao Jue didn’t believe that there were such people in the world.

When Gao Jue and He Danggui met again in Yangzhou City a month later, He Danggui’s internal force was more than twice as strong as last time when they parted in Tu’er Town. If it weren’t because her moves were superficial and not useful, which suggested she was a complete newbie, Gao Jue would really suspect that this girl had joined some cult and secretly practiced some evil martial arts that could increase a person’s internal force in a short term. Gao Jue repeatedly studied and judged her in secret, and felt that the girl’s kung fu didn’t seem to be practiced, but it seemed to be absorbed from others.

But the strangest thing was that people who didn’t know kung fu would not benefit a bit even if they got Zhenqi. Instead, it could only backfire on themselves. It’s the same as giving Gao Jue’s wolf dog, Jiang, 100 tael of silver—he couldn’t take the silver to a restaurant to enjoy wine and meat. On the contrary, it would be robbed by humans. But, unlike Jiang, He Danggui clearly did not even have one copper coin at first. But once she was given a hundred tael of silver, she could immediately swagger into a restaurant and order wine and dishes skillfully, as if she had been a rich person before and fully understood how to spend money like a rich person.

This was what He Danggui’s martial arts learning process was like in Gao Jue’s mind—she didn’t know kung fu, but she “used to” know kung fu before, or at least “understood” kung fu, or had read no less than a hundred martial arts manuals. Gao Jue was amazed that He Danggui had studied a large amount of miscellaneous martial arts manuals, and he couldn’t deny that she knew even more allusions than him. Moreover, she was indeed talented in martial arts, and her unpractical moves seemed childish and cute.

“Ah!”

He Danggui watched Liao Zhiyuan’s hand fall on her chest. She couldn’t believe that Gao Jue just stood by and did nothing. And she didn’t understand why Lu Jiangbei didn’t stop his subordinate, either. Finally, He Danggui could no longer calmly hide her hands behind her back and covered her chest with both hands. Then immediately, Liao Zhiyuan caught her right wrist and clasped her pulse tightly.

This humiliating scene made Duan Xiaolou’s blood boil, and his mouth and nose overflowed some blood at the same time. However, Duan Xiaolou could not move his limbs. So, Xue Xiao, who was standing beside him, hurriedly handed over a handkerchief in time. But Lu Jiangbei, who was sitting there, was as steady as Mount Tai and not influenced at all. His right hand was still in the quilt to heal Du Yao, showing no chivalrous spirit to He Danggui. A weak woman was humiliated in front of him, how could he didn’t even bother to ask? What was Lu Jiangbei thinking at the moment?

But...was He Danggui really a weak woman? This was a question both in the minds of Gao Jue and Lu Jiangbei.

Under the ice mask, Duan Xiaolou’s face was as white as snow, big beads of sweat appeared from his forehead. His eyes narrowed and his voice was as cold as broken ice, “Liao Zhiyuan, what do you mean? Do you want to go against me?”

“What do I mean...?” Liao Zhiyuan bent down, twisted his thin lips in front of He Danggui’s forehead, and his heat sprayed on her sweaty forehead, creating a stimulus of alternating cold and heat. Liao Zhiyuan asked gently, “Did I touch your chest, Junior Sister?” He Danggui turned her head away in response, then Liao Zhiyuan asked again, “Where are you hurt and where is the poison? Although I have never helped anyone detoxify the cold poison, today I newly met a junior sister, I have to give her a gift...” Liao Zhiyuan took her slender wrist in front of his eyes and checked on her, and marveled, “Three years ago, you didn’t know kung fu at all. But now your internal force is as powerful as mine. You are really an amazing martial arts genius! Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me help you.”

He Danggui was extremely disgusted with Liao Zhiyuan now. When He Danggui was in this room just now and heard the voice in the opposite room through the two closed doors, she thought that she had auditory hallucinations. Because the last time He Danggui saw Liao Zhiyuan, he hadn’t turned into this horribly tense state as he was now—he could be stimulated immediately with the slightest noise. What was wrong with Liao Zhiyuan?

Last time when He Danggui met Liao Zhiyuan with Qing’er, they had parted in discord—Liao Zhiyuan’s face was scratched badly by Qing’er and was beaten by Gao Jue, who was hired by Qing’er. At last, Liao Zhiyuan ended up getting a black eye and a bleeding nose, and angrily went back to the capital. Nevertheless, even though Liao Zhiyuan was unfriendly to her at the time, and threatened to use some torture instruments to punish her, he was not as full of malice and resentment as he was now. It seemed that Liao Zhiyuan hated not only her, but all the women in the world. As long as women passed by him, they seemed to violate his taboo as if stepping on a tiger’s tail.

In just a few months, what happened to Liao Zhiyuan? How did he turn into such a current state that could flare up at the slightest provocation? He Danggui really had no time or interest to figure it out. After all, she never considered Liao Zhiyuan as a friend. He was at most an unfriendly brother of her best friend. So, since he couldn’t tolerate a little mistake or turn a blind eye, He Danggui had no choice but to “confess and be lenient”—

“Master Liao, please let go of me. I am not uncomfortable. But if you let me go, I will feel more comfortable,” He Danggui said calmly, “Yes, I didn’t know kung fu three years ago. However, after three years of diligent practice, I have made progress and mastered some skills. Of course, it also has something to do with my own talent. I just don’t know, what taboo I’m committing against by knowing kung fu, Master Liao? Do you think that women are not supposed to practice martial arts? Or am I so gifted that you are jealous?”

Liao Zhiyuan laughed above her head; mouth wide open, a hand on his stomach, but without making any noise. For a long while, after he had laughed enough. Liao Zhiyuan shook his head and sighed, “Of course I am jealous, Junior Sister, every time I see you, my eyes are red, and my chest is boiling. If you don’t believe me, touch me.” Liao Zhiyuan held her hand and put it on his chest. He Danggui made her hand into a fist and struggled backward. But her pulse gate was restrained, and the result of struggling was that He Danggui’s eyes filled with tears out of pain. Then Duan Xiaolou kept coughing, staring at the big hand holding He Danggui’s wrist.

“Lynx!” Lu Jiangbei finally said, “I really didn’t lie to you. I received a tip-off, saying that there was a strange movement in Ten-mile Slope, and more than one group of people came there. It seems they are all powerful rivals. After yesterday’s battle, we lost more than half of our good fighters. Now among the four of us, only you and I can take the lead. Do you still want to waste your energy on these things?”

Liao Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to Lu Jiangbei’s words and pressed He Danggui’s little snow-white hand firmly on his chest. He chuckled and teased her, “Come on, I can’t touch yours, but you can touch mine at will. Don’t make yourself feel wronged and innocent. Show us your fierce look, what do you look like when you are alone with Du Yao? Surely you won’t shed tears and try to gain sympathy as you do now, right? Junior Sister, you were really ruthless.” When Liao Zhiyuan said this, his other hand grabbed the girl’s knee-long black hair, twisted it around his wrist for seven or eight laps, and then tugged it, making the girl burst into more tears immediately.

“That’s enough, Lynx, that’s really enough.” Lu Jiangbei shouted coldly.

“Enough?” Liao Zhiyuan shook the girl in his hand vigorously and interrogated loudly, “She did something like that to Du Yao, and ruined his happiness for good. Is this enough?!”

The victim, Du Yao, woke up weakly and said, “I volunteered, Lynx, let her go.”

“You volunteered?” Liao Zhiyuan stared at Du Yao as if the latter is a lunatic, and even his voice became sharp and high-pitched, “Just for a woman we can barely call beautiful, you volunteered to be a eunuch? Du Yao, don’t you want to take revenge?”