inspire-indiana Chapter 215 Arrival in the Capital
Chapter 215 Arrival in the Capital
After arranging the necessary tasks, Meng Fuqing climbed out the window and disappeared into the night.
Wei Miao and Ling Jiu looked at the wide-open window, and neither of them spoke.
"Why does Lord Meng want to rescue Miss Yan alone? Wouldn't it be better to bring more people?" Wei Miao didn't understand.
"Perhaps there are other arrangements. Miss Meng's actions are always well-thought-out. We just need to follow her orders."
Wei Miao smiled shyly, "Wei Miao is overthinking it."
Looking at her, Ling Jiu couldn't help but feel a little worried, as Miss Meng would never show such an expression.
After leaving the government office, Meng Fuqing came to the foot of a relatively weakly defended city wall. He used vines to knock out the soldiers and then climbed over the wall to leave the city.
Besides that clerk, there were countless spies within the government office. All her arrangements were simply to prevent those hiding in the shadows from discovering her presence.
Using her light-footed skills to leave the city gate, she put on a veil to cover her head and face, then released the horse from her spatial storage and rode it out of Jing'an Prefecture.
To avoid exhausting the horses, she prepared several horses in her space so she could ride a different one each day.
There are many people in Jing'an Prefecture and Qingzhou, so these horses will be unnecessary once we leave Qingzhou.
While searching for the meteorite, Meng Fuqing had gained a general understanding of the situation outside of Jing'an Prefecture. Apart from Qingzhou and Jing'an Prefecture, other places were not stable.
Qingzhou still belongs to the Great Yan, but it remained silent after learning that Jing'an Prefecture had rebelled.
She thought that this silence might be a sign of detached observation, or that someone might have other intentions towards the Great Yan.
If you get hungry on the way, go into the space to eat and drink your fill, and then get a good night's sleep. It's more like a trip than a journey.
Apart from the occasional bandits or refugees blocking the road, we haven't encountered any major troubles.
Following the official road through Qingzhou, when we arrived at the Cangxia Plain again, the drought was even worse. The vast land was riddled with holes, and the spring breeze could not paint the withered yellow earth with new clothes. Looking around, there was no trace of human beings.
She sat in an SUV with a full tank of gas, and as she started the car, the sunlight was so dazzling that she took out a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on.
A metal-shelled monster, out of step with the times, roamed the wilderness bathed in the morning glow, its roars sounding like furious bellows.
It headed north, towards the corrupt center of imperial power, and sought to eliminate the man-eating beasts that inhabited that land.
Meng Fuqing did not find any trace of Yan He along the way.
She didn't expect to catch up with Yan He; there were many roads leading to the capital, and those people didn't necessarily take the official road.
At the current pace, she might have to wait for that group of people after she arrives in the capital.
As the journey continued, Meng Fuqing experienced blatant malicious targeting, such as a sudden earthquake that caused a large crack to appear in the ground, or a sudden hurricane that made the off-road vehicle unable to move...
She may have broken a heavenly law, and perhaps she will be struck by lightning.
No matter what trouble he encountered, Meng Fuqing had only one simple but effective solution—entering the spatial dimension.
Despite the many ups and downs along the way, she finally arrived in Shengjing.
On the day Meng Fuqing arrived in the capital, Yan He was in dire straits.
She was curled up in the mezzanine of the carriage, her hands and feet bound, and she could smell the unpleasant odor of rotten wood.
Her memory flashed back to before she was captured. As soon as she approached the person who had shot her, an extremely strong fragrance made her head feel heavy.
She fell to the ground, and with her eyes half-open, she saw a woman's hand reaching out to her before she fainted.
These days, whenever the small partition in front of her is opened, someone will give her just enough dry food to keep her from starving.
The coarse food seemed to have been spiked with something, as she could feel her whole body was limp and weak, and she couldn't feel any internal energy at all.
Yan He gently moved his stiff body and closed his eyes again.
The bumpy carriage traveled for an unknown amount of time, and just as Yan He was about to fall asleep again from exhaustion, the carriage stopped.
Soon after, voices could be heard outside, a man and a woman speaking Mandarin.
The man sighed, "Two more days' journey will take us to Shengjing. We've finally made it through."
The woman said coldly, "I think you've been raised by your master so much that you've forgotten who you are."
The man scoffed, "You kidnapped someone all the way back to the capital, and I'm not even allowed to complain?"
"Even though so many people were gone this time, at least we gained something. Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to explain it to our master."
"Those useless bunch of good-for-nothings, they couldn't even catch a widow with two children, otherwise why would they need to go through all this trouble?"
The woman's voice remained indifferent, "Those people in Hanhua Village are not ordinary people; they are protected by secret guards. We are short-handed, and rash action will only alert them."
"By the way, sister, why do you insist on bringing him back to the capital? Isn't it to find out Meng Fuqing's background? We're experts at interrogating people by torture."
"The Imperial Advisor told the Master that Meng Fuqing is suspicious and that he wants to interrogate him personally."
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As if they were certain that Yan He could not escape from their grasp, the two men did not avoid talking to Yan He when they spoke.
The footsteps grew closer, the carriage swayed slightly, and her eyes lit up. The small partition was opened, and the woman slipped in a piece of dry food and a bamboo tube filled with water.
Seeing that she was about to close the partition and leave, Yan He spoke up in time, "Wait! Sister Yanzhi, I need to pee."
The woman named Rouge didn't make things difficult for her and lowered the entire partition.
Yan He was finally able to move his body.
She got off the carriage limply, continuing to try to get close to the guards as she walked.
"Sister Rouge, although I was a liar before, at least I didn't have to worry about my life. But after being forced to follow Meng Fuqing, I'm worried about losing my head every day..."
"If you want to know about Meng Fuqing, just ask me. I will tell you everything I know! My request is not excessive. I beg your master to spare my life. I am willing to serve your master like a dog..." She had a fawning smile on her face.
The woman named Rouge gave her a cold look. "Don't try anything funny. You'll have your chance to prove your loyalty when we get to the capital."
After relieving herself, Yan He looked around at the terrain and let out a soft breath. It seemed they were almost at the capital.
On the way back, she continued to chatter with Rouge, when a male voice rang out as she approached the carriage.
"Since you are so sincere, why not accept my offer? When we get to the capital, I might be able to put in a good word for you and spare your life."
Yan He immediately shut his mouth.
Once again locked in a cubicle, she ate the dry rations with water.
After eating something, the throbbing stomach gradually subsided, and she became unusually serious, her eyes lowered as if lost in thought.
On the other side, Meng Fuqing was trying to lure people away.
She drove her SUV through a checkpoint guarded by soldiers and sped off towards the imperial city.
The soldiers stared at the rear of the vehicle for a long time, seemingly frozen in fear.
"There's a monster!"
A terrified scream woke everyone up.
After realizing what had happened, the terrified crowd started chattering, "What...what kind of monster is that..."
A refugee stared blankly in the direction the black monster had left. "A monster! That's a monster! Great Yan has probably suffered divine retribution! Divine retribution!"
The last word had barely left his mouth when a flash of cold light severed his neck.
The captain of the guard, his broadsword still dripping with blood, scanned the crowd and shouted, "Nonsense! It's probably an illusion created by someone. Hurry up and chase after them to see!"