Chapter 163: 163 is very dangerous for her Chapter 163: 163 is very dangerous for her Yet myself, am I not also the one being sacrificed!
Ye Jiu forced herself not to think about it, but the oppressive feeling in her chest was unbearably uncomfortable.
She knew all too well that her own power was feeble, unable to save even herself, let alone others.
With that time, she would be better off figuring out how to escape back to Dongyue.
Yet her heart couldn’t stop reminding her, that was her own biological father!
Back then, the Princess Consort of Jing exchanged her daughter for her son, a fact of which he was unaware, the one kept in the dark.
But if he had been wholeheartedly devoted to the Princess Consort of Jing, would she have still ended up as an expendable piece to be eliminated?
Ye Jiu was deeply conflicted, rarely crying, but at that moment she couldn’t help her vision from blurring with tears.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Blinded by the mist in her eyes, Ye Jiu didn’t see whom she bumped into, but the accustomed impact made her fall to the ground, her basket of vegetables scattering everywhere.
Ye Jiu had no desire to linger, hurriedly picking up her things with the intention to leave, only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled towards a dark alley off the street.
“Hey, who are you? What do you want to do?” Ye Jiu cried out in terror, trying to break free, but unable to resist the person’s strength.
Just as she was about to be dragged into the shadows, Ye Jiu was about to call out in fear.
However, the person suddenly turned around, revealing an almost perfect face, “Don’t shout.”
The indifferent voice sent a shiver through Ye Jiu’s spine, and as she looked up, her eyes shimmered with a glimmer of hope.
“You… it’s you?” Seeing this not-so-familiar face in a foreign land, Ye Jiu’s hope for returning home grew stronger.
“Aren’t you from Dongyue? What are you doing in Nanchang?” Sikong Mo questioned.
For this girl who had saved him twice, Sikong Mo might not have said it out loud, but he genuinely felt grateful.
Especially since she was the only woman who had managed to get close and touch him over the years, Sikong Mo couldn’t help but harbor a certain curiosity about her.
“I was sold here,” Ye Jiu said with a muffled voice, then suddenly looked up, “Young master? Big brother? My lord? How did you come to be here? Weren’t the frontier borders on lockdown? Could it be that travelers are still allowed to pass?”
Challenged with such questions, Sikong Mo’s chilling aura suddenly surged, his icy gaze fixed on Ye Jiu, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.”
“Yes, yes, I won’t ask, I promise,” Ye Jiu immediately assured, then looked at Sikong Mo with pitiable eyes, “I won’t ask, but considering I have saved you twice, could you take me back to Dongyue?”
“I can’t.” His voice was cold and merciless, making Ye Jiu’s expression wilt.
“Just take me with you, please, I beg you. You don’t need to go out of your way, just let me follow when you leave. I’ll manage my basic needs without troubling you,” Ye Jiu pleaded out of desperation.
She had neither money nor influence, and alone in a foreign land, every step was fraught with danger, at risk of being pulverized in an instant.
Sikong Mo felt compelled for the first time in his life to justify his actions to someone, as he looked at the girl’s forlorn appearance, “Staying here at least lets you live, but following me would be very dangerous, and you could lose your life in a blink.”
Normally, bringing a girl along wouldn’t matter, but this time, the task he had to undertake was perilous. With a girl who couldn’t even fend for herself, he couldn’t guarantee her safe return home.