Chen Yi furrowed his brows.
A murder outside the East Gate?
The East and West Factories are nearby, who would be so bold to cause trouble here.
Min Ming also blinked curiously.
Chen Yi turned around, walking towards the door, and Min Ming quickly put on her cloak and hurried to follow.
The night grew darker as they reached the courtyard. Looking at the road to the East Gate, Chen Yi saw two bodies on the ground, one old and one young, both dead from needles to the throat, blood pooled around them.
Next to the two bodies were a group of people dressed in simple cloth, looking like men and women from brothels, with the sound of weapons clashing. A group of black-clad Xique Pavilion spies were launching an attack on them.
This was not the focus, the focus was that Chen Yi saw the second-grade Grandmaster, the nameless old nun, and even the brothel madam of the Wuyong Building.
"Madam..."
Min Ming mumbled in shock, her complexion instantly pale.
The situation was extremely dangerous, with the nameless old nun leading the Xique Pavilion in an attack on the Wuyong Building people. Sounds of fighting arose from all sides in the darkness, and bodies began to pile up on the ground.
"Go! Split up and break through!"
The Wuyong Building clearly could not contend with the Xique Pavilion. Once entangled in the fight, the situation became chaotic, and the brothel madam shouted her orders.
Chen Yi gazed at the battle on the main road, as more Xique spies joined in. Their martial arts were far superior to the thieves of the Wuyong Building, especially with the nameless old nun commanding, making it a one-sided fight if the Wuyong Building resisted.
The Wuyong Building's people began to break out in all directions. The brothel madam was the first to strike, pushing back the surrounding Xique spies, clearing a path for the Wuyong Building, whether intentionally or not, she glanced in Min Ming's direction as she broke through.
Min Ming instantly panicked, quickly retreating backwards, back into the inner room.
Chen Yi also realized something was wrong, his brows tightly knitted, turning around to return inside.
Once inside, Chen Yi saw Min Ming's complexion turn pale beneath her makeup.
"If… if they come over… I will surely die… I, I…"
Min Ming stammered in panic,
"Whether it's Wuyong Building or Xique Pavilion, no matter who comes over, I'm dead for sure."
Hearing this, Chen Yi immediately thought of Min Ming's identity as a Wuyong Building spy. If any thieves from the Wuyong Building came here to take refuge, the Xique spies would surely pursue them here. Even if no Wuyong Building thieves were involved, if the Xique spies investigated, Min Ming with her current skills would surely be captured.
Min Ming's eyes trembled, she was shivering and anxiously said:
"What should we do? What do we do now?!"
She looked at Chen Yi, asking:
"Why don't you… go and distract them?"
At that very moment, Chen Yi heard the sound of Qinggong being used.
Chen Yi dashed to her side, held her shoulders, and ripped the clothing off her shoulders, exposing them like prairie cheese.
Min Ming looked stunned, seeing Chen Yi pressing her into the bedroom, she shouted urgently:
"Wait… what are you doing? You should go and distract… ah! You bastard!"
In such urgency, Chen Yi's expression turned grim, he pulled a quilt from the bed, covering them both, and said fiercely:
"Do what you need to do."
Min Ming felt both aggrieved and furious, questioning:
"But at a time like this?!"
She glared at him fiercely, extending her hand to push him away.
Seeing her uncooperative, in a hurry, Chen Yi fiercely twisted her ample part, feeling a fire of anger in his heart.
Like the time matters…
Did she really think I was that eager?
Min Ming yelped in shame and pain, her face flushed, and Chen Yi quickly tapped her acupoint. With no martial arts, her body immediately went limp, she glared at him with hatred, trying to scare him away, tears welling up in her peach blossom eyes.
The sound of the door being pushed open came from outside, as the white-haired nameless old nun stepped over the threshold.
The courtesan suddenly went limp, trembling in terror, as if fearing her head would roll in the next moment.
The nameless old nun walked slowly, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's. She had noticed the brothel madam's glance here earlier, and knowing this to be the residence of the West Factory's Thousand Households, she came to check.
Whether it was an ambush or if there was a Wuyong Building spy threatening Chen Yi, the nameless old nun had anticipated it.
But what she never expected was,
while outside was full of shouts and clanging, inside it was a scene of rolling red waves.
When the door swung open, the pair looked out in surprise, their fearful and startled expressions looking very much like people caught in the act of revelry.
"Nameless nun..."
Chen Yi's voice sounded as if overwhelmed with fear,
"Why are you… here?"
Min Ming kept her mouth shut, not daring to make a sound.
The nameless old nun's expression changed, shouting:
"What courage you have, hiding a thief!"
Chen Yi's nerves were taut, but he immediately realized the nameless old nun was probing, and replied hurriedly:
"Nun, this, this is my new concubine..."
The nameless old nun said coldly:
"Bring her here, I'll know if she's a thief with one touch."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi released Min Ming, who shakily stood up, lifted the curtain, and trembling, walked to stand before the nameless old nun.
The nameless old nun reached out and grabbed Min Ming's wrist.
There was no true qi flowing through her meridians...
The nameless old nun's suspicion was halved, and she then cautiously pressed Min Ming's shoulders, arms, abdomen, and thighs.
Except for the thighs, there was no muscle, and no calluses, so she was not someone who practiced martial arts, nor trained in the way of the warrior.
As for the thigh muscles, for a woman who serves with her looks, frequent practice is normal.
It seems she really was not a thief from the Wuyong Building.
The nameless old nun calmed down, squinted at Min Ming for a moment, then let her return.
Although she was trembling severely, Min Ming was only wearing a dudou, so the feminine shyness would naturally cause such trembling. The nameless old nun did not further doubt.
Chen Yi secretly let out a breath of relief, inwardly complaining.
This nameless old nun was indeed cautious, it was no wonder she could guard the palace and intimidate the petty thieves. If not for Min Ming's true qi being absorbed by me, not for Min Ming being a courtesan who practiced nothing but leg work, it would have been impossible to fool her.
Fortunately, it was Min Ming in bed, if it had been her sister Min Ning… there would have been a beheading.
Seeing Chen Yi re-embark Min Ming in his arms, the nameless old nun coldly snorted and said:
"Chen Qianhu, with such an incident outside the East Gate, instead of serving the concubine, you engage in merriment here. If something happens in the palace, don't blame us for holding the West Factory accountable."
Chen Yi nodded repeatedly, and the nameless old nun strode away, her figure disappearing from view.
After waiting for quite a while, Min Ming collapsed wearily onto the ground, gasping for her survival.
"Hah… hah…"
That fright almost took half of her life.
Chen Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, placing the quilt back on the bed, glancing inside.
Yin Tingxue was sleeping soundly, curled up deep within, undisturbed by all that noise.
Min Ming suddenly felt a burning sensation, a slight sting, reminding her of the Sanyang Dispersing Qi Paste, she trembled as she spoke:
"Poison… poison… poison…"
Chen Yi immediately understood, yet feigned surprise and asked:
"Poison? What poison?"
Min Ming's face flushed with heat, but she had been so frightened that she had no energy left, and could only say:
"Sanyang Dispersing… Qi Paste."
Chen Yi looked horrified and said:
"Isn't that… the poison that can sever meridians?"
Min Ming groaned weakly in response:
"Yes..."
Chen Yi picked her up, sternly asking:
"Where is the poison? Where is it?"
"There… there…"
"Where is 'there'? Quickly tell me, so I can cure it."
Min Ming's delicate face turned pale, her hair tangled, she dared not speak, her lips tightly bitten, she could only humiliatedly spread her legs apart, raising them slightly.
Her face was streaked with tears.