Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 “Beiyuan Dog?

Qu Wei's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment before his expression suddenly turned cold.

“It's him, it's Qing Nanzun–he's still alive!”

Qi Yue's heart sank.

That was the Small Fragrant Melon, how could there be someone who couldn't be killed by an explosion?

She had witnessed Qing Nanzun falling to the ground with her own eyes.

Qu Wei stood up and began to pace anxiously back and forth.

“Yueyue, believe me, Qing Nanzun would never die so easily, if you don't believe me, go outside and ask around. He was favored by the Fox King in the first place because of his special physique.”

“Also, that young brother you saved before, what's his name… Song something, he was also impervious to swords and spears, right? Qing Nanzun is just even more bizarre…”

She had to admit that made sense.

It seemed the world truly contained some strange things, just like in her previous world, where plenty of things couldn't be explained by science, right?

Qi Yue kept silent because she suddenly remembered that there was another person who knew what she looked like.

Song Qiyuan.

That day, he had confidently stated that the person on the wanted poster was her.

It meant that he was at the scene when she saved Qu Wei and he had seen everything.

Qi Yue felt a chill in her scalp.

Indeed, this Princely Heir Qiyun was not the carefree person he appeared to be on the surface.

Hidden beneath his bleak and dispirited exterior was a sharp perceptiveness.

She had underestimated him, judging a person by their appearance!

Qing Nanzun might still be alive, and Song Qiyun was clearly a mysterious opponent.

Her situation was hardly easy!

As for Qu Wei, he truly had her best interests at heart.

At this point, he had cast aside concerns for his own safety, focused entirely on getting her to leave first.

“Yueyue, leave tonight! Just as you mentioned that day…”

Qi Yue was genuinely worried for her brother's intelligence.

With such a mind, if he were actually entrusted with responsibilities one day, how would he handle the affairs of state?

It was evident that she had been marked.

If Qing Nanzun hadn't died, essentially all her information would already be exposed under the watchful eyes of the Donggao Imperial Court.

It's likely that preparations were already being made on all four sides of the city walls.

If she attempted to leave by force at this time, it would be akin to seeking death.

If Qing Nanzun was dead and the portrait had been provided by Song Qiyuan, the situation might be slightly better.

After all, it would take some time to ascertain her true identity.

But regardless of the situation, there was no escaping now.

She had a premonition.

Someone had already linked all of these events together and believed they were all her doing.

The chaos in the Arena, the heist in the Imperial City, the assassination attempt on Qing Nanzun in broad daylight–not one of these incidents was trivial.

Therefore, Donggao would definitely not let her off easily.

“Yueyue, can you at least reply to what I'm saying?”

Qu Wei was still shouting out loud.

Qi Yue, dizzy from his pacing, pulled him to one side to sit down, then briefly recounted the events that had taken place since her arrival in Donggao.

Of course, she didn't mention the heist at the Imperial Palace, only saying that she had gone to admire the moon and had seen others enter the palace, and then there was a theft.

Upon hearing this, Qu Wei indeed realized the gravity of the situation, his mouth hanging open, at a loss for words.

“… It seems I have become a burden to you, big brother…”

“Enough, don't speak of such useless things,” Qi Yue interrupted him, speaking sternly, “Their main target is still me, I need to find a way to get you out of here first.”

Although the city gates were closed, there should be a chance to leave the city.

Having Qu Wei with her was too much of a liability, and she planned to find Zhong Dahe to see if he had any solutions.

Disguising as a middle-aged woman was inconvenient for getting things done, and she also couldn't show off her skills too much, so Qi Yue dressed as a young male merchant and headed towards the residential area in the east of the city.

In order to make contact easier, Zhong Dahe had told her where he lived.

The place was easy to find, right on the street, and Qi Yue didn't have much trouble spotting it.

A common small courtyard, with several rooms standing inside, no different from where most Donggao people lived. Qi Yue didn't think too much and went to knock on the door.

After all, even her own mother wouldn't recognize her in her current guise, so she wasn't worried about any issues.

However, as she knocked, she realized something was off.

Zhong Dahe had mentioned he never brought anyone home, so it would always be convenient for her to come over.

But at this moment, she could clearly hear more than one person inside.

The situation was looking a bit grim!

Sure enough, the person who came to the door was not Zhong Dahe but another man with a beard, reeking of stale sweat mixed with a crude scent of rouge.

Qi Yue instantly concluded this man's profession–a low-ranking soldier.

She surmised he had been summoned early in the morning, and now he was in a bad mood, the type that would not be easy to deal with.

Before the bearded man could speak, Qi Yue preemptively asked, “Is Zhong Dahe here?”

The bearded man obviously hesitated for a moment before hastily replying, “Yes, yes, you're here to see him, right? Please come in quickly.”

At this point, how could she not go in? Qi Yue followed calmly.

She was quite confident in her abilities; even if there were thousands of soldiers here, she could leave safely.

Moreover, she wanted to know what exactly had happened to Zhong Dahe.

The bearded man led the way, glancing at Qi Yue from time to time.

“What business do you have with Zhong Dahe? I'm his distant cousin. How come I've never seen you before?”

Things were getting fishier by the minute!

Zhong Dahe was a loner; where would he get a cousin from?

Qi Yue slightly curled her lips.

“I've only recently become acquainted with him. We had made plans to go to Cuiyun Pavilion for some fun, but he didn't show up at the agreed time, so I came over to check on him.”

As she mentioned Cuiyun Pavilion, the bearded man's lips curdled into a wry smile, obviously a frequented place for him.

During the conversation, the bearded man had already opened the door to the main room.

“Please, Zhong Dahe is inside.”

Qi Yue smiled slightly and stepped in.

As expected, there was more than one person in the main room.

Zhong Dahe was there too, tied to a chair, his head drooping and his cheek smeared with plenty of blood, clearly unconscious for quite some time.

The bearded man quickly followed inside, closing the door behind him; the other people in the room also approached with a predatory look in their eyes.

Qi Yue did not panic but feigned surprise, pointing at Zhong Dahe.

“What happened here? Who are you guys?”

The bearded man sneered menacingly.

“Zhong Dahe is a Beiyuan dog and has ties with the female bandit on the wanted posters. You're acquainted with him; are you also part of their group?”

“A Beiyuan dog?” Qi Yue exaggeratedly pouted her lips, and in the stunned moment of the bearded man, her twin blades swiftly struck, instantly impaling his ribs.

“Ah!”

The immense force caused the bearded man to jerk backward, and with two “crack” sounds, he was now hanging behind the door.

The other men in the room were shocked, gaping for a moment before charging at Qi Yue in unison, intending to attack her.

But none of them were a match for Qi Yue; a few “thud” sounds later, they were all down on the ground, motionless.

Qi Yue snorted coldly, eyes narrowing as she glanced at the targeted laser device in her hand.

It really came in handy!

She'd have to buy a few more, train a personal guard; these were far more effective than the old-fashioned crossbows.

The bearded man, pinned by his ribs to the door panel, was now paralyzed with fear, trembling all over but not daring to move an inch, incessantly pleading from his mouth.

“Please spare me, high one, spare me. I'm just doing it for a living, acting on orders.”

Chapter end

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