Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 336 Towards the Golden Palace (40)

The next moment, a dozen masked men in black appeared from all around, bows and arrows pointed at the carriage.

The coachman was startled and quickly knocked on the side of the carriage, calling out, "Madam! Madam!"

The maidservant beside Meng Zhenyue lifted the carriage curtain and was so shocked by the scene that her face changed drastically, and she quickly hid back inside the carriage.

Xie Zhao watched this scene and sneered repeatedly. He said to Meng Zhenyue in the carriage, "Meng Zhenyue, we didn't have to come to this point of no return. But you didn't let me take a concubine first, and you didn't agree to a divorce later. All of this is your own fault."

The people in the carriage did not respond to him, but the coachman was so frightened that he jumped off the carriage shaft and hid behind the carriage.

"For the sake of our six years as husband and wife, after you die, I will bury you in the Xie family ancestral cemetery—rest in peace."

After Xie Zhao finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, sending countless arrows flying towards the carriage.

With a series of "thud thud thud" sounds as arrows pierced the carriage, the carriage was almost riddled with arrows, turning it into a hedgehog.

Judging that the people in the carriage were riddled with arrows, Xie Zhao ordered the archers to stop.

He dismounted and was about to walk over and lift the carriage curtain to confirm that Meng Zhenyue and her maid were dead when a slight tremor came from inside the carriage.

Xie Zhao paused, staring warily at the carriage.

Is Meng Zhenyue still alive?

Immediately afterwards, a slender hand lifted the carriage curtain from the inside, and Meng Zhenyue, unharmed, bent down and stepped out.

Xie Zhao's expression changed: "You're not dead yet?"

Meng Zhenyue's hair was neatly combed, and she showed no sign of panic. She did not answer Xie Zhao's question, but looked past him and towards the space behind him.

"Let's do it."

Before Xie Zhao could react to what she meant, a whooshing sound came from behind him.

He instinctively turned around, and a dark shadow flashed before his eyes. A dagger slashed horizontally across his eyeball, quickly turning his vision blood red. Then came the excruciating pain that made him wish he could gouge his eyes out.

Xie Zhao screamed and suddenly knelt down, covering his eyes with his hands, warm liquid seeping out from between his fingers.

what happened?

Why would these people turn against us?

Judging from Meng Zhenyue's reaction, it seemed she already knew he wanted to kill her.

How did she know these things?

The excruciating pain and fear left Xie Zhao no time to think about these issues; only one thought remained in his mind—it's all over.

Having failed to assassinate Meng Zhenyue, and instead being outmaneuvered by her, she would definitely not let him off the hook.

In his disheveled state, Xie Zhao heard someone approaching him, and he immediately moved back in alarm.

But as he moved, his back bumped against a pair of legs.

Xie Zhao turned his head in horror, and through his blurred vision, the man in black punched him in the face.

With a muffled thud, Xie Zhao fainted.

Looking at Xie Zhao lying unconscious on the ground, his face covered in blood, Meng Zhenyue felt a sense of vengeful pleasure, but also an indescribable chill.

The thought of living with such a ruthless, selfish, and unscrupulous man for six years sent chills down her spine.

If Cao He hadn't escaped death three years ago, or if she hadn't chosen to go to the capital to warn her a few months ago, would Xie Zhao's fate today be her own in a few years?

Meng Zhenyue closed her eyes, trying to clear her chaotic thoughts.

Watching the men in black leave, she summoned her maid and coachman and instructed them, "Today, my master and I encountered bandits on our way to the estate. My master was unfortunately injured while protecting me, but fortunately, he survived. Now that we're back at the Xie residence, do you know what to say?"

The maid and the coachman exchanged a glance and quickly nodded, "Understood, Madam."

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Xie Zhao didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up again, his eyelids felt like they were being pressed with two red-hot coals, burning and painful.

He reached out with trembling hands to touch his eyes, but only felt a strip of cloth wrapped around them.

Recalling what happened before he lost consciousness, Xie Zhao felt panicked. One moment he doubted that he was already dead, and the next he worried that Meng Zhenyue would abandon him in the wilderness and leave him to fend for himself.

But the soft touch of the brocade quilt beneath him and the familiar scent of incense in the air reminded him that his fears had not come true. Meng Zhenyue had not only not killed him, but it seemed that she had also taken him back to the Xie residence.

Realizing this, Xie Zhao shouted, "Help! Help!"

Soon, someone lifted the curtain, creating a gust of wind, and the maid Cuilan's voice rang out: "Master, you're awake."

Hearing the familiar voice of the maid, Xie Zhao felt a little more at ease.

Although he didn't know why Meng Zhenyue didn't kill him and even brought him back, he was temporarily out of danger as long as he was in the Xie residence.

"What happened to my eyes? What time is it? How long have I been unconscious? Where is my mother? Where is Madam Meng...?"

He asked several questions in a row, but before Cui Lan could answer, Meng Zhenyue's voice came from outside the door: "It's 1-3 PM now. Husband, you've been unconscious for two days and two nights. Mother stayed with you all night last night and has gone back to her room to rest now."

Upon hearing Meng Zhenyue's voice, Xie Zhao couldn't help but recall the scene of her crawling out of the tattered carriage.

He shuddered and shifted his body to the inside of the bed, his fear written all over his face.

Meng Zhenyue came in and told Cuilan to leave. She sat on the edge of the bed, and then Xie Zhao smelled the bitter stench of the medicine.

"As for your eyes—" Meng Zhenyue paused, her voice tinged with a faint smile, "Have you forgotten, my husband? The other day you accompanied me to inspect the estate, and we encountered bandits on the way. You risked your life to protect me, but you were injured in the eyes by the bandits yourself."

Xie Zhao grew increasingly suspicious as he listened to her blatant lies.

What on earth does she want to do?

"My eyes..." Xie Zhao raised his hand to touch his eyes, which were wrapped in bandages, his voice trembling, "What did you do to my eyes?"

Speaking of this, Meng Zhenyue sighed softly: "The doctor has examined you. Your right eye is too badly injured to recover. Fortunately, your left eye can still see with difficulty, but..."

Xie Zhao gasped: "...But what?"

“I have reported your injuries to the Hanlin Academy truthfully. As you know, officials in the court cannot have any physical defects. The Hanlin Academy sent people to inquire about your condition and, upon learning of your injuries, advised you to rest well at home.”

Xie Zhao: "..."

He was momentarily stunned.

It was only at this moment that he realized Meng Zhenyue's intention in not killing him and bringing him back.

She wasn't going to let him go; she was going to torture him slowly.

Having injured his eyes and become partially blind, he could no longer pursue an official career and would have to spend the rest of his life in the Xie family mansion.

The entire Xie residence is staffed by Meng Zhenyue's people.

Once the door is closed, she can torment or abuse him however she wants without anyone knowing.

Cheng Qingshuang had no power to stop it.

Upon thinking of this, Xie Zhao began to tremble uncontrollably.