CHAPTER 1805: CHAPTER 1805: SANGTA IS DEAD

Jiao Ling usually appears gentle and amiable, but when she gets angry, she can be quite fierce. Especially just now, her two harsh slaps completely stunned Gai Ya, who shivered and instinctively covered her neck. She felt that Jiao Ling might really kill her.

"No, no, you can’t do this, my son will avenge me." Gai Ya’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

"Avenge? Let him beat me first before saying that." This time, it was Fen Jiu speaking, in an extremely arrogant tone, but he did have the right to be arrogant.

Bai Ruozhu listened from the side, feeling warm inside. Having an aunt felt wonderful, especially one so mighty and charismatic.

Uh, and an uncle with unmatched martial arts.

At this moment, the nanny who had fainted earlier woke up and, seeing the crowd, excitedly said, "This is great, the young lady has come to rescue us. Madam, stop being upset with the young lady."

The nanny’s words gave Gai Ya a chance to step back. Gai Ya hummed softly but said nothing, reducing the embarrassment somewhat.

Bai Ruozhu noticed the nanny had internal injuries, so she had someone take the master and servant back. Lin Ping’er was visibly unhappy when she saw them return, and even quarrelled with her daughter.

"Sister-in-law, Ruozhu didn’t have a choice. Just now, that old madam was captured and almost lost her life; it’s not safe to leave her running outside," Jiao Ling advised Lin Ping’er, "If she really died, how would people outside talk about our Ruozhu?"

Lin Ping’er became nervous after hearing this, "You’re right, it’s not safe outside. She can’t just run around. Ugh, if only she would settle down, would I truly not accept her? She cursed my in-laws the other day, and I can’t swallow this anger."

Jiao Ling smiled and said, "Then ask her to apologize to the Wan Family. You have to apologize when you say something wrong."

Although Lin Ping’er thought Gai Ya would certainly refuse to bow down, she felt the idea was quite good.

Bai Ruozhu asked Guoguo to diagnose the nanny, then returned to her room to rest. She entered the Space to play with Xiaohei for a while, and her mood slowly improved.

It’s because Achun had been out of touch, and she didn’t know where he was, whether he’d found Yingtong and the others. And how Yingtong and the others were doing, whether they were severely injured, or if they were still alive?

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In the Barbarian Clan’s prison, several guards were drinking and eating meat again. Because the dungeon was cold, they would drink to warm their bodies at night; it had become customary, so nobody from above managed this anymore.

Bai Zebo quietly observed the prison guards through thick bars, including the keys at their waist. He had been watching for days, even contemplating when to steal the keys, but what next?

He frustratingly ruffled his hair which had become a messy nest. Even if he could escape from jail, what would happen next? They had all been affected by debilitation powder, making them powerless to face their opponents.

At this time, one of the prison guards, dizzy from drinking, started muttering nonsense with a soft voice.

"I dreamed of our noble last night, that Bai Madame. She said the Cistanche my family is involved with will definitely earn big money. My parents won’t have to suffer with me. What good is the little money that a prison guard earns? Once the Cistanche is sold, I can provide for them."

Another guard glared at him, "You’re insane. You can’t mention Bai Madame now; it’s the Prince who’s in power."

That person suddenly threw the wine cup to the ground, with a cry in his voice, "How foolish of me. The Prince wants to be at odds with the Western Regions and Danliang. Who’s going to buy the Cistanche now? I still can’t let my parents live a good life."

This remark seemed to cause an uproar, and another guard also said dejectedly, "The Sangta Prince’s previous proposal was so good; who doesn’t want a good life, but now..."

"These aristocrats have never suffered before. It’s us who suffer in the hardest years. My parents even ate grass roots and now their bodies are unhealthy, leaving lifelong ailments!" He said, crying even more, "Bai Madame is a noble to our Barbarian Tribe, words left by the High Priest. Are we really going to confront our noble? Aren’t we afraid of heavenly punishment?"

"Oh my, you’re crazy. Don’t say such things; if the Prince’s men hear you, you’ll be punished right away!" Another guard went to cover his mouth in a hurry, and the jail instantly became quiet, the four prison guards all speechless and deeply dispirited.

Bai Zebo noticed that the guard who cried and complained secretly glanced at him, his eyes shining brightly. Was it not just a moment ago that he was sobbing?

He became excited, remembering that the person delivering food said he wouldn’t let him die, that the Barbarian Tribe was taking action!

Was it the Sangta Prince, who was close to his cousin, planning everything?

As he was thinking, the eldest guard took a big gulp of wine and said with a choked voice, "Don’t mention the Sangta Prince. He’s already dead. He saved my child’s life, and I haven’t had the chance to repay the favor."

Bai Zebo shivered; if the Sangta Prince was dead, then who was going to rescue them? Was it spontaneously arranged by the Sangta Prince’s subordinates?

...

These few days have been peaceful, and even Gai Ya settled down. Everything seemed to be going smoothly except that there was still no news from Jiang Yichun, nor any updates from the court.

Bai Ruozhu felt somewhat anxious, and as summer approached, she became especially heat-sensitive, wishing she could discard the tightly-sealed clothes of ancient times and wear some short sleeves to cool down.

Today, the Bai Family had unexpected guests, a woman with a head injury accompanied by her son and daughter-in-law.

Once they were led inside, Bai Ruozhu recognized the woman she had saved before, Xin the wife.

"The old woman is grateful to her savior." Xin said as she was about to kneel in gratitude, but Bai Ruozhu quickly signaled Min Xiang to help her.

"If you keep kneeling, the wound on your head will have been treated for nothing." Bai Ruozhu said with a smile.

Xin relaxed considerably when she saw Bai Ruozhu’s friendly attitude and explained she had come especially to express her thanks as she was in good health now.

Bai Ruozhu glanced at the wound on her head, saying, "You still need to be cautious, avoid water; continue using the ointment to prevent scars."

"Thank you for your advice, benefactor." Xin said politely.

Bai Ruozhu secretly observed Xin; although she was an ordinary woman, her manner was quite composed, not like a typical villager. Her son and daughter-in-law sat by her side without glancing around unnecessarily, also with notable decorum.

What stood out most was her daughter-in-law’s face; not the kind of dazzling makeup, but light makeup, giving a clean, pleasant impression. Bai Ruozhu knew ordinary people couldn’t achieve this.

It seemed Xin had passed her skills on to her daughter-in-law.

"Xin mother-in-law doesn’t seem like an average person; where did you learn your skills?" Bai Ruozhu asked.

Xin’s face suddenly changed, turning deathly pale, and she looked at Bai Ruozhu with fear.

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Sangta: Dear fans, please don’t send me paper offerings, if you’re feeling generous, send votes to Ruozhu instead~

Achun: (Indifferent face) My wife’s votes don’t need others’ requests; I can do it myself.

With that, Achun began a fierce display of swordsmanship, reciting: If you have votes, show some support; if not, show some moral support...