They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 216 Deliberately

This time, we should get to the bottom of things and see how the Holy Martial Arts operates.

"Then I'll send a lark to accompany you." Mo Baiyun obediently went back to his room to rest.

Although the kite owl was unwilling, it was carried back to the house next to Mo Baiyun.

On the way, the people carrying them acted as if they were deaf, refusing to listen to any conversation.

“Diao Xiao, I never expected you to have such a side.”

"That woman has really bewitched you; you actually want to give yourself to her!"

"Isn't she good enough?"

This stumped her. Wasn't she good enough? She didn't think so; on the contrary, she thought she was too good.

Especially for Mo Baiyun, which master would drag his heavily injured body to save his personal servant when he heard that he was about to die?

If something were to happen to her on the road, she would be the one to die.

This was what she couldn't understand, and then she thought about what she had just said to her.

Nothing is more important than life—this is a concept that has never appeared in Holy Martial Arts before.

I had an indescribable feeling, somewhat like I was being healed.

She bit her lip, unwilling to admit it: "She's fine."

"That's right, you also think she's great, but unfortunately you're a woman, she'll only pamper me, you won't get a chance!"

The people carrying them: ...What on earth are they talking about!

"What do you mean by 'pampering'? Don't you understand your own identity? We were born to be knives!"

"But she came to save me, who would save a knife?"

She was speechless. Indeed, who would save a knife?

Why risk your life to save it when you could simply not have crafted another one?

"That's why I say, sister, you just don't understand."

The owl remained silent. What was terrifying was that the image of Wu Ziyan touching her abs flashed through her mind. Something was wrong with her!

Wu Ziyan walked around the base, which was a tower structure with multiple floors.

The first floor is responsible for collecting information, the second floor for screening, the third floor for distributing, the fourth floor for training grounds and prisons, a total of seven floors, how impressive!

"You're all called Lark, and you don't have any other names?"

"Reporting to the Lord, his lightness skill is excellent, and his speed is fast. He is responsible for calling out to the skylark when the messengers from various places turn around."

"There are also Golden Eagles with extremely high combat skills who are responsible for assassinations, and Sparrowhawks with comprehensive abilities."

"Oh," she said, "I can't remember anyway, I'm just watching, and there doesn't seem to be anything for me to say."

Everything here was done in an orderly manner, and even though both leaders were injured, they remained completely organized.

"Never mind, just take me back to rest."

"Shall we return to Lord Eagle Owl's room, or Lord Kite Owl's room?"

Wu Ziyan looked puzzled. "Are there still rooms to choose from? Can't I go back to my own room?"

So they were all so good at reading between the lines, or rather, they knew everything about that conversation!

"Why not take your own back?"

Upon hearing Wu Ziyan's words, he knew who to send it to.

Mo Baiyun lay in bed thinking about things, of course, business.

People are injured, but work can't stop; we need to send people to keep an eye on the Prime Minister's residence again.

The door creaked open, and no one dared to enter his room without knocking, unless they were bringing Wu Ziyan back.

This lark is sensible and has potential for promotion!

Yun Que simply waited for Wu Ziyan to enter before closing the door.

She looked around the room, then towards the bed, where Mo Baiyun was indeed lying.

Oh well, I'm still a little scared living alone.

With Mo Baiyun around, I feel a little more at ease, since this is his territory.

"How could this lark be so inconsiderate, bringing you, Master, to my room?"

“I think he knows too much. Look at this big bed, look, there’s even incense.”

"Then, Master, come and lie down quickly, it's so soft."

They did nothing but lie on the bed.

In the evening, Lark brought dinner and letters from various places that day.

Wu Ziyan felt the ointment was magical, and now her wound was slightly itchy.

I also saw that Mo Baiyun works so hard in private, even while lying in the hospital bed, she has such a huge pile of letters to deal with.

But then she began to wonder if Mo Baiyun was doing this on purpose.

If letters can come in, why can't she get out?

In Jiu'an Prefecture

Sima Lingchuan thought Huang Ziliang was with Wu Ziyan, while Huang Ziliang thought Xiao Yun'er was with him.

Han Yuxiu assumed that Sima Lingchuan was keeping her company, and as if they had agreed beforehand, he didn't even glance at her during dinner.

It wasn't until the lamps were lit that Sima Lingchuan thought to take a look at Wu Ziyan, but there were no lights on inside.

He wondered if Wu Ziyan had gone somewhere else. After all, Wu Ziyan was never the kind of person who could stay quietly in a hospital bed.

As a stay-at-home husband, I still have a duty to check on things.

Meanwhile, Huang Ziliang was holding a paper cutter and cutting out a small portrait of a woman.

What a coincidence! It's printed right on the window.

Passersby could only see two shadows and assumed he was with Wu Ziyan.

Sima Lingchuan felt a little disappointed; he was injured and still had to run around everywhere.

The most crucial point is that they stayed in another room, which sounds terrible if word gets out.

Fortunately, the servants in the mansion did not like to gossip.

He tacitly agreed to stay for one night, and would give Huang Ziliang some pointers the next day.

They all assumed she was with someone else, but she wasn't even at home.

Prime Minister's Mansion

"What are you bunch of useless cowards? You couldn't even catch one person, and they got away with all those injuries!"

"Your Highness, please don't get angry. Instead, think about how to deal with that person in court tomorrow!"

"Are they sure they've been poisoned and won't survive the night?"

"Logically speaking, there is no antidote, and they really won't survive tonight."

The person kneeling on one side answered timidly.

"Looks like I can only pray I don't survive tonight!"

"I heard that you had a conflict with the Fourth Prince this morning, and you stabbed her?" the Prime Minister asked.

"So what if it is! Our current situation is probably very dangerous!"

"Tomorrow you will impeach Wu Ziyan for disobeying the imperial decree, sabotaging friendly relations, and causing the deaths of the two princes. You will also pin Qi Zexuan's death on her. Do you understand?"

"Even if the Prime Minister hadn't said anything, I was already planning to do it anyway."

Wu Chengji's residence

They all received news of Mo Baiyun's injury, after all, it had caused quite a stir.

Wu Chengji never expected that the Prime Minister would secretly hoard such a large number of troops.

Qi Zexuan and Qi Zeyun were also surprised to learn that they had purchased such weapons.

I wonder what kind of grudge this prime minister has against the Empress Wu.

Having already reached such a high position, he still wants to kill the Empress?

It's unclear whether their empress was purchasing such weapons to attack the Northern Rong or the Wu Dynasty.

But they are a small group; they can barely protect themselves, let alone expand their territory.

Their mother is really being a bit irrational.

"I bet Wu Chengye will bring up your death tomorrow."

"So, are we going to die, or live?" Qi Zeyun asked, raising his eyes.