Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 135: Assassin from the North?

"Yue’er, let’s go!"

Li Qingmu gently stroked the back of the woman in his arms, noticing her body trembling. He realized she was saddened for his sake, and that warmth in his heart made him feel that all the suffering he previously endured was worth it.

Long Yue nodded softly, "Alright."

She glanced in the direction where the carriage had sped away, pouting in frustration, "The carriage is gone..."

"It’s only half an hour’s carriage ride to Puyang City from here. We can walk there in a little over an hour. Let’s go and make it by nightfall."

"Okay."

"Ah, ah, ah—"

The driver’s voice cried out nearby repeatedly, trying to catch Li Qingmu and Long Yue’s attention.

"Could you please save me...?"

Long Yue turned around, exchanged a glance with Li Qingmu, and walked over.

"Dear lady, please save me! My leg is broken!"

"It’s nothing serious, just dislocated."

Long Yue squatted down to inspect it, and with a snap, put his leg back in place.

"Alright, you can move freely now. Make your way back; here’s your wage."

Long Yue handed him a string of Copper Coins and left with Li Qingmu.

The driver watched their departing backs, eyes gradually narrowing.

All his previous pleas were meant to lull them into a false sense of security. Now, the chance had come!

He squatted down, pulling out a rusty bronze dagger from his boot. This kind of dagger reflected little light, making it hard to notice in the sunlight.

He rose slowly, stepping forward, initially moving very slowly, but as the distance closed, he picked up speed, finally breaking into a sprint.

"Swish!"

The air seemed lightly cut as if something was sliced. The driver swung the dagger, aiming for Li Qingmu’s neck!

Just as it was about to slash his neck, the figure before him blurred, dodging to the left, leaving his fierce strike at a loss!

Almost simultaneously, a cold glint approached from the right!

The driver instinctively fell back to avoid, only to be met with a kick from another direction, hitting his knee. He groaned, his whole body losing balance from the sharp pain in his knee, and he fell hard to the ground.

He looked up, expecting the other to question him, but awaiting him was merely a cold flash!

"Swish!"

Blood sprayed, and Li Qingmu unhesitatingly finished him off with a slash!

The surroundings fell silent as the couple exchanged glances. Li Qingmu stepped forward, kicking the man’s body to ensure he was dead before moving on to inspect.

"This man wasn’t with them, otherwise when that man in black mentioned Mr. Pei, he would have acted immediately."

"Could he have been biding his time?"

"No, these people aren’t Death Soldiers; they’re not capable of such patience."

"Then who could have sent him? My sister?"

"Doesn’t seem like it!"

Li Qingmu flipped him over, pointing at his legs, "Did you notice the slight inward bend in his legs?"

Long Yue looked and exclaimed, "A herder? Someone from the north?"

Many herders in the north ride horses from a young age, forming bowlegs over the years, a shape uncommon in the Central Plains.

Undoubtedly, this man was an assassin from the north!

Long Yue curiously eyed Li Qingmu, as if asking: How did you provoke people from the north?

Li Qingmu shrugged at Long Yue, also bewildered, wondering how he became targeted by the northern herders. He hadn’t offended them, had he?

"Forget it, don’t think about it for now!"

Unable to understand, the annoyed Li Qingmu gave him another kick.

"This guy almost deceived us; it’s just his acting was too real, making it seem fake!"

"Indeed? Frantically jumping off the carriage in such a panic, and it was just a dislocation, fool’s lie!" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Long Yue pouted, joining Li Qingmu in giving him a kick before turning to leave, but suddenly remembering something, she turned back.

She crouched and felt around his body, finally pulling out a money pouch, loosening her grip to let a pile of broken silver spill out.

"Twenty taels?"

Long Yue counted it, surprised. This was a considerable amount for them now, as they started with only one hundred taels given by Xiang Yin and Qin Wuyou.

"Search the others!"

Li Qingmu’s eyes lit up, turning to search other black-clad men’s belts. The couple, without any hesitation, picked through and even found another dozen taels of silver.

"Great, with more money, we have more security on our journey. A Mu, what about these bodies?"

"Leave them. Wild beasts will take care of them; let’s go!"

For those who wished to kill him, Li Qingmu showed no mercy, heading off with his wife.

After a trek of over an hour, nearing dusk, Long Yue and Li Qingmu finally reached Puyang City.

The September sky was still light as they found an inn to stay, taking a brief rest before resuming their journey tomorrow.

Earlier, an assassin had slashed Li Qingmu’s left arm, which was hastily wrapped with torn fabric and now slightly festering.

Fortunately, there was a clinic nearby, and Long Yue thought it best to have the wound properly treated there.

After handling the injury, they returned to the inn, asked the innkeeper to send some food up, and then went back to tidy the room.

"I’ll go get some dry food. After Puyang City, it’s all mountain wilderness in between, likely without a place to rest."

Cradling a small bundle, Long Yue felt desolate. Her past life was often spent camping outdoors—a terribly harsh life that she didn’t want to experience again.

Knowing her thoughts, Li Qingmu took her hand, speaking softly, "We’ll ride swiftly and be able to find a resting place!"

"Okay!"

Night fell, with sparse stars in the sky.

Long Yue slept soundly, but Li Qingmu couldn’t manage to fall asleep.

He rose slowly, moved to the window, and looked up at the bright moon.

The moon’s light was cool as water, which made him feel annoyed. Remembering the two assassination attempts during the day, his fists clenched unconsciously.

The northerners held for the moment, but Yue’er’s fiancé...

Li Qingmu knew that man was surely after him, intent on taking his life to retrieve Yue’er.

Ha! Wishful thinking!

You didn’t trust her back then, severing ties, and now you want to interfere?

"Pei Jinheng, is it him?"

Li Qingmu squinted, a dangerous aura surrounding him.

First the woman, now the man—do they all view him as a pushover, easily manipulated?

Fine, very well!

"Crack!"

Suddenly, with force, he snapped a piece of wood from the window frame with his left hand!

Splintered wood pierced his palm!

The next morning, as Long Yue awoke, she saw Li Qingmu’s left hand wrapped in a bandage as he quietly drank porridge by the window.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Nothing, just pricked it by accident."

"Oh?"

Long Yue paused, her gaze shifting to the window behind him, where a piece of wood was forcibly broken.

This man...