novelraw Chapter 46 - Widow Mu Nianci, You Don’t Want Anything to Happen to Yang Guo, Do You? ( Part 1 )
Chapter 46 - Widow Mu Nianci, You Don’t Want Anything to Happen to Yang Guo, Do You? ( Part 1 )
Chapter 46: Widow Mu Nianci, You Don’t Want Anything to Happen to Yang Guo, Do You? ( Part 1 )
Then Guo Jing asked about the situation at the residence.
When he heard that Wang Xuan had subdued the Grassland Princess, his expression turned complicated.
Having an enemy defect—especially one of Zhao Min’s status—was a good thing.
But the image of Linghu Chong being burned alive and the other fallen Huashan disciples haunted his thoughts.
Wang Xuan didn’t care about that.
Would you mourn a few ants you stepped on?
Using moral righteousness to restrain a demonic cultivator?
That’s brain damage.
In this low-level martial world, Wang Xuan did whatever he pleased.
If you disagree, come live inside my sword. There’s plenty of room for everyone.
“Any news of Guo’er and his mother?” Guo Jing asked, changing the subject.
After so many years, with new leads at last, he feared it was just another cruel disappointment…
Wang Xuan and Huang Rong entered the room together to question Zhao Min about Mu Nianci.
Due to propriety between men and women, Guo Jing stayed behind to avoid suspicion.
As for why Wang Xuan didn’t need to avoid suspicion—hah, “why avoid your own woman? What’s there to hide?”
After bathing, Zhao Min had changed into a dress, reverting to her feminine appearance.
The dress was naturally provided by Huang Rong.
Fortunately, clothing in this era wasn’t sized precisely; a tightened sash ensured it stayed in place.
As a woman from the草原 (cǎo yuán, grasslands), Zhao Min’s facial features and demeanor subtly differed from Central Plains women.
Of course, each had their own beauty, with no hierarchy of superiority.
If Wang Xuan were to rate her, she’d be on par with Li Mochou, Huang Rong, and others.
All were “rare beauties in the mortal world”, encountered only by fate, not by seeking!
“Young Master!”
Seeing Wang Xuan, Zhao Min excitedly rushed forward, clinging to his arm, rubbing up and down.
Huang Rong, watching, furrowed her brow.
“No wonder she’s a草原 woman!”
“So brazen!”
She thought if she weren’t present, Zhao Min might already be “riding Wang Xuan and moving on her own”.
“Young Master wants to ask about Mu Nianci, right?”
Fortunately, Zhao Min retained her senses, not entirely swayed by desire. Without waiting for Wang Xuan or Huang Rong to speak, she began explaining.
As she’d mentioned before, when she was under ten and still a little girl, she’d sent subordinates to the Central Plains to recruit various experts.
During this, her people encountered Mu Nianci!
“At that time, Hero Guo Jing hadn’t yet come to Xiangyang but was already “renowned in the martial world”. I thought Mu Nianci could be a useful piece someday, so I brought her to the royal court!”
“And Yang Guo?”
Zhao Min shook her head.
She said Mu Nianci had already lost contact with Yang Guo by then.
“I used the excuse of helping find Yang Guo to keep Mu Nianci obediently in the草原!”
At this, Huang Rong felt a “foreboding premonition”.
“Yang Guo is likely more dead than alive!”
Though she disliked Yang Kang and, by extension, Yang Guo, he was Mu Nianci’s son.
If Yang Guo had truly met misfortune, she worried Mu Nianci might “lose the will to live”.
Then Zhao Min spoke again, “These past two years, with Hero Guo guarding Xiangyang, I sent more subordinates to search the Central Plains extensively, but it was like “a stone sinking into the sea”—no results!”
“How is Sister Mu doing lately?”
Huang Rong asked, concerned.
“She… she’s not doing well!”
Zhao Min hesitated, then continued, “My brother took a liking to her and wanted to take her as a concubine, but she refused, even to death, and disfigured herself with scissors. Seeing this, my brother gave up!”
Seemingly aware of the Central Plains’ emphasis on a woman’s chastity, she quickly swore, “But rest assured, I guarantee my brother only saw her a few times and never touched a finger!”
Though brief, Huang Rong could imagine the ordeal, sighing.
“What resolve must a woman, especially a beautiful one, have to disfigure herself?”
For women, the face is often more precious than life.
“Was it worth going so far to preserve fidelity to that man Yang Kang?”
If she’d agreed to be Zhao Min’s brother’s concubine, her life would surely be easier than now!
As a woman, enduring years of “lonely widowhood”, that solitude’s bitterness was imaginable.
Even Huang Rong couldn’t help but admire her.
But if she had become the concubine, wouldn’t it echo the old drama in Yanjing under the Jin?
Recalling those past events, Huang Rong remained calm outwardly but felt “a thousand emotions” within.
“Honestly, I admire her too!”
Zhao Min said sincerely.
“I think she chose disfigurement over “seeking a short end” to see her son Yang Guo once more. But these past two years, she’s spoken less and less, likely losing hope. Fearing she’d do something foolish, I assigned maids to watch her constantly!”
Though Zhao Min’s treatment of Mu Nianci was largely to “restrain Guo Jing”, in a way, without Zhao Min, Mu Nianci’s fate might have been worse.
She might not even be alive.
Thinking this, Huang Rong glanced at Zhao Min, saying, “You, this草原郡主 (cǎo yuán jùn zhǔ,草原 princess), aren’t so bad after all, are you?”
“Hah, Gang Leader Huang, I’ve killed so many Central Plains people, Hero Guo must “hate me to death”. If he heard you, he’d probably be upset!”
Zhao Min finished with a “meaningful smile”.