in2ebook Chapter 121 Even a Mayfly Can Shake a Tree
Chapter 121 Even a Mayfly Can Shake a Tree
"puff!"
"Oh!"
The sound of an arrow piercing flesh and the sound of an arrow striking metal rang out simultaneously.
"Well…"
A sharp pain shot through her chest, and Xu Jiaojiao groaned, staggering back two steps.
But upon closer inspection, it's not hard to spot the cruel yet mocking smile playing on her lips…
As a military general, the children of the Marquis of Yongkang all learned martial arts from a young age. Zheng Antong's archery skills were indeed superb, and he hit Xu Jiaojiao in the heart with a single arrow.
However, how could ordinary arrows penetrate the priceless gold-threaded soft armor?
Although the impact of the arrow caused Xu Jiaojiao severe chest pain, it did not actually cause her fatal injury.
In contrast, consider Zheng Antong.
The thin veil hanging from her hat swayed gently, and a few specks of blood splattered on it, the red almost glaring.
She raised her hand in disbelief and touched her neck.
When she touched the arrow piercing her neck, her pupils dilated, and she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
how come?
How can it be?
How could Xu Jiaojiao have managed to shoot an arrow so accurately into her neck?
It should be noted that her entire body was covered in special armor, except for her neck and head.
Just in case, she also wore a veil to obstruct the other person's view!
How could this be?
how so!
Could such a coincidence really happen in this world?
No, she doesn't believe it!
This can't be a coincidence!
Zheng Antong stared intently at Xu Jiaojiao, who was slowly walking towards her, her eyes bloodshot.
Xu Jiaojiao is definitely not an ordinary person!
That bitch must have ulterior motives for getting close to Brother Yunzheng!
No, she would never allow such a scheming woman to get close to Brother Yunzheng!
However, reality would never give her such an opportunity.
As he vomited more and more blood, Zheng Antong lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, convulsing like a dying fish.
Soon, Xu Jiaojiao stood beside her, calmly watching her painful struggle before her death.
Seeing the resentment and unwillingness in Zheng Antong's eyes, Xu Jiaojiao parted her red lips slightly: "Zheng Antong, do you feel that your death was very unjust?"
Zheng Antong could do nothing but glare at her.
Xu Jiaojiao chuckled softly: "Actually, you didn't die unjustly at all..."
She crouched down and whispered in a voice only Zheng Antong could hear: "You were born into nobility, so you are arrogant, jealous, greedy, selfish, and vicious. You also have prejudices against people of lowly status. But you don't know that even a mayfly can shake a tree. Everything you once despised and trampled on will eventually become a sharp blade and stab you hard."
As Xu Jiaojiao spoke, Zheng Antong gradually stopped struggling.
Her pupils, which were gradually dilating, looked into the distance. Her lips, stained with blood, moved slightly before she completely lost all life.
No one knows what Zheng Antong said on his deathbed; perhaps it was a prayer of repentance, or perhaps a venomous curse.
Looking into Zheng Antong's unseeing eyes, Xu Jiaojiao let out a soft sigh and got up to leave.
Walking along the paths of the hunting grounds, many distant memories slowly flooded my mind.
"Jiaojiao, you must remember that the standing posture, gun-holding posture, aiming posture, and firing posture determine whether you can become an excellent shooter."
"But Dad, why do I have to learn shooting?"
The father remained silent, only smiling lovingly as he gently stroked Xu Jiaojiao's head with his calloused hands.
A few months later, her father told her that he was leaving home to do something sacred and great, but he never came back.
She missed her father so much that she could only cry to her mother. Her mother told her that her father would come back once she had mastered her marksmanship.
At that time, Xu Jiaojiao didn't understand anything and believed her mother's words. Day after day, she practiced shooting with the toy gun her father made.
In the end, she didn't see her father return home; instead, she was met with vengeful thugs.
She and her mother could not escape the group's brutal killing. As she lay dying, she learned that her father was a border inspector who had died in the line of duty while guarding the nation's borders.
Her father was a hero!
It was at that moment that she understood the significance of her father teaching her marksmanship.
Unfortunately, she failed her father's wishes and ultimately couldn't protect herself and her mother.
Filled with intense resentment and regret, Xu Jiaojiao closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in this unfamiliar world, a lowly and insignificant maid.
Over the years, Xu Jiaojiao has struggled to survive, and those distant memories have long been sealed deep in her mind. If she hadn't had the chance to touch the crossbow, these memories probably wouldn't have been released, bringing tears to her eyes once again.
"Dad, thank you for still protecting me in this unfamiliar world..."
Xu Jiaojiao gripped the crossbow tightly in her hands, silently praying, "Dad, don't worry, your Jiaojiao has grown up and can protect herself..."
Zheng Antong was unaware that she came from another world, nor did she know that her ability to strike so accurately stemmed from a father's profound love.
Whether Zheng Antong knows or not is no longer important, after all, she has already paid the price for her evil deeds.
Xu Jiaojiao sniffed, suppressing the longing and sadness in her heart, and continued to wander in the hunting grounds.
The night is past midnight, and some people should be showing up by now…
As the moon sank in the west, light began to appear on the horizon, and the scene in the hunting grounds became clearer and clearer.
Xu Jiaojiao finally found her way to the edge of the cliff the soldiers had mentioned.
A fierce wind blew up from below the cliff, carrying dampness and cold, which made people uneasy.
Xu Jiaojiao didn't get too close to the edge of the cliff, but only glanced down at the bottom from a distance.
The area below the cliff was shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly. One could only vaguely sense that the cliff was quite deep and that there should be a lake at its base.
With the situation so unclear, Xu Jiaojiao found it difficult to determine whether Prince Chen had truly fallen off the cliff. It seemed she could only wait until dawn to make further plans.
"Let me see who is standing on the edge of the cliff."
Just as she was about to return to the hunting grounds to find a safe place to hide, Xu Jiaojiao heard a familiar voice behind her.
Turning around, she saw Zhao Minghuai riding on horseback, staring at her with a playful yet excited expression. Xu Jiaojiao's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
It really is Prince Zhao Minghuai of Jin...
The moment their eyes met, Zhao Minghuai raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, "Oh, isn't this Consort Xu from the Second Prince's residence? What are you doing standing here?"
"Ah... let me guess..." Zhao Minghuai's wicked smile widened: "Could it be that Consort Xu rushed here to commit suicide after hearing the news of the Second Prince's fall off the cliff?"
Xu Jiaojiao's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Falling off a cliff...
The soldiers who returned to camp didn't mention that Prince Chen had fallen off the cliff; they only said that they tracked him to the edge of the cliff but then lost all trace of Prince Chen and the assassin.
But Zhao Minghuai spoke with absolute certainty that Prince Chen had fallen off the cliff, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
Xu Jiaojiao's heart tightened.
Could it be that Prince Chen was truly harmed by Zhao Minghuai and fell off the cliff?
no, I can not!
With so many shadow guards around him, and his own martial arts skills being so high, how could Prince Chen be so easily harmed?