“You… you…” Zhu Pianzhan’s voice trembled, her lips turning pale. “Did you kill him?”
As an information broker, Zhu Pianzhan knew there were people in the jianghu who specialized in killing and skinning faces to make incredibly lifelike masks. The mask in An Jiu’s hand was Lu Danzhi’s masterpiece, as detailed as a real face.
Seeing her horrified expression, An Jiu felt mischievous again. She carefully examined Zhu Pianzhan’s face and said, “Your face… is very good.”
“Hehe, my lady has quite a sense of humor,” Zhu Pianzhan said with tears in her eyes as she struggled to open the carriage door.
The carriage was still moving when suddenly there was a thud, and the entire convoy came to a halt.
Chu Dingjiang rode his horse closer, glanced at the dusty and disheveled Zhu Pianzhan, and knocked on the carriage wall. “Don’t be naughty.”
An Jiu pushed open the window, poked her head out, and grinned at him.
Her deep, dark eyes seemed to have caught starlight, suddenly brightening. Her already beautiful face was painted with vivid colors, outshining everything around her.
This was the epitome of alluring beauty.
Chu Dingjiang was stunned.
Seeing his dazed expression, Zhu Pianzhan got up, rubbing her waist and grumbling, “I wonder who it was that so righteously declared: ‘No beauty, no matter how stunning, could sway me.'”
Chu Dingjiang snapped back to his senses and said sternly, “Get in the carriage.”
“Can I sit in the carriage behind?” Zhu Pianzhan asked.
Chu Dingjiang glanced at that carriage and smirked. “Are you sure?”
Zhu Pianzhan nodded quickly. Sitting with those two women had first damaged her self-confidence as a woman, and secondly, that “celestial being” looked like a beast in human skin.
“Go ahead,” Chu Dingjiang relented.
That carriage only had Mo Sigui in it. He had been in a foul mood lately and would attack anyone who came within three meters with poison, except for the driver.
The reason for his bad mood was primarily because Chu Dingjiang’s method of beating people was too horrific. The black and blue bruises all over his face hadn’t healed even after applying the medicinal ointment!
They. Hadn’t. Healed!
This was a blatant disregard and insult to his, Mo Sigui’s, medical skills!
Zhu Pianzhan took a few steps, then remembered Chu Dingjiang’s expression and how An Jiu had scared her earlier. This childishness felt somewhat familiar.
Ah, right! It was that young boy. Back when they were about to attack Piaomiao Mountain Villa, that boy had deliberately suggested bringing her along, scaring her to tears and snot!
Realizing this, Zhu Pianzhan turned and darted back into An Jiu’s carriage, frowning as she stared at her.
“Zhu the Swindler,” An Jiu said cheerfully.
“You are…” Zhu Pianzhan leaned in, reaching out to tug at her face.