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Then Wei Ting turned toward the courtyard and with half-mocking, half-smirking, he called out.
“Laifu, head to the palace. Inform His Majesty that I’ve returned to the capital, but someone isn’t too happy about it, and they’ve already come to my private residence in the middle of the night under the pretense of hunting assassins, giving me a grand ‘welcome back’!”
Su Mo looked around.
Where the heck is Laifu?!
Su Xiaoxiao pinched him.
Su Mo reluctantly raised his voice, “Y-Yes! Right away, young master!”
“No need!” Guard Feng quickly interjected.
“We were mistaken!”
He promptly led his men away.
One of the cavalrymen was confused and asked, “Brother Feng, we’re just leaving like that? Shouldn’t we search the place? What if the assassin really is hiding inside?”
It wasn’t an unreasonable question.
After all, the Wei, Qin, and Su families had a known history of hostility.
What if tonight’s assassin was sent by Wei Ting?
“They wouldn’t.”
Guard Feng thoughtfully said, “Anyone could cover for tonight’s assassin, but not the Wei family.”
The Duke Protector’s cavalry rode off into the distance.
Wei Ting returned to the courtyard.
Su Mo immediately drew his sword, swinging it toward Wei Ting’s neck with a reverse strike.
Su Xiaoxiao stepped forward, drew the dagger from her waist.
Clang!
Su Xiaoxiao sliced straight through Su Mo’s sword!
Su Mo, not wanting to reveal his identity, naturally wasn’t carrying his personal sword.
The one he held was a regular longsword bought off the market.
Yet it was still made of solid steel, how could this little girl manage to cut it in half with a single stroke?
What was even more shocking was why this little girl was protecting Wei Ting so much?
That dagger, which cut through iron like it was butter…
Su Mo’s pupils shrank.
Wasn’t that the weapon of the old General Wei?
Wei Ting had actually given it to this girl?
“You two…” Su Mo steadied his breathing and continued, “What’s your relationship?”
Wei Ting smiled faintly and said, “Husband and wife. Don’t believe me? Then just ask her.”
Su Mo turned sharply to look at Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao: ‘Does a marriage in name count?’
Su Mo suddenly remembered the report from his man disguised as a peddler, who had gathered intel in the village, “You’re the Gentleman Wei?”
When the peddler said that the girl from the Su family had a live-in son-in-law surnamed Wei.
But he would never have imagined that Wei was this Wei, the youngest son of the Wei family!
After all… the youngest son of the Wei family had become a monk in the capital.
How could he possibly have ended up in Qingzhou?
Su Mo stared at Wei Ting in disbelief, “You haven’t been in the capital all this time…… How could you be……?”
He looked toward Su Xiaoxiao. “What exactly is going on here?”
Su Xiaoxiao fidgeted with her fingers and replied, “Well, um…… He was injured, and my dad… tied him up and brought him back to be my husband.”
Su Mo: “……”
Back then, the Su family had no idea about their own true identity, so everything was purely coincidence.
But what a disastrous coincidence.
Of all people to capture, why did it have to be the youngest son of the Wei family?
Did they not know the relationship between the Su, Qin, and Wei families?
It was no exaggeration to say that the chances of the Wei family marrying into the Su or Qin families were lower than the chances of Wei Ting handing over his military command and marrying a princess.
Su Mo asked Su Xiaoxiao, “Do you even know who he is?”
“Mmm… Mmm..” Su Xiaoxiao nodded.
Su Mo gave Wei Ting a cold glance, then turned to Su Xiaoxiao and said solemnly, “Alright. Then let me make it clear today, his name is Wei Ting, also known as Wei Xichao. He is the youngest grandson of Marquis Wu’an, Wei Wei. The Wei family is the sworn enemy of our Su family, and also of the Qin family. So you’d best not get involved with him in any way!”
Su Xiaoxiao went silent.
Su Mo and Su Xiaoxiao didn’t have much contact, but even from their few encounters, he could tell she wasn’t the type to follow the usual path.
He wasn’t sure if his words could sway her.
Or if the names of the Su and Qin families even mattered enough to sway her.