Chapter 120 of Ten Scenes Satin

Knowing that the Imperial Mausoleum Sect had many spies in the capital, she feared they would discover her and inform her father, which would ruin everything. Therefore, she urged her horse on, her heart pounding with anxiety, silently praying. Fortunately, no one pursued her until she left the city gates.

Zhao Wanyan felt somewhat relieved and slowed her horse's pace to conserve energy, heading south towards Zhao County.

Several dozen miles from the capital, the little white tiger still hadn't followed, and she wondered if it had encountered some trouble or simply couldn't keep up.

She had left the city around late afternoon, and now it was gradually getting dark. Seeing no sign of human habitation or towns, Zhao Wanyan was momentarily at a loss.

After traveling another ten miles or so, she came to a maple forest. The setting sun cast a fiery red glow on the mountainside, and she could see a few thatched cottages. Zhao Wanyan was delighted, thinking, "At least there are farmhouses; I might as well ask them for lodging."

She immediately spurred her horse forward.

Beyond the maple forest, along the mountain path, lay a small village, with about twenty houses. In front was a meadow, where a young shepherd boy rode a large yellow ox, herding another, singing: "Oxen, roam freely, wandering among the yellow flowers, you busy, I busy, horns stretching seven feet long."

Zhao Wanyan, who was fleeing home, saw this leisurely scene and felt a sense of relief. A smile appeared on her face. She dismounted and led her horse slowly towards the houses. Reaching the nearest thatched hut, she saw a peasant woman resting against the door, holding a bamboo broom. In the open space in front of the hut, a hen and her chicks pecked at grains of rice. Hearing the sound of hooves, the peasant woman turned to look at Zhao Wanyan, seemingly surprised.

Zhao Wanyan led her horse forward, gave a deep bow to the woman, and said, "Sister, I missed my lodging on the road. Could...could I stay here for the night? I'll leave early tomorrow morning and won't trouble you any further."

The peasant woman, seeing her beautiful clothes and elegant demeanor, knew she was a daughter of an official and was quite surprised. She asked, "Where are you from, young lady? Are you going to the capital?" Zhao Wanyan quickly replied, "No, I...I just left the capital. I'm going to Zhao County."

The peasant woman hesitated slightly and said, "Although my house is small, it wouldn't be difficult to find a room for you to stay the night. However, the village has been rather unsettled these past few days, and I'm afraid it might frighten you." Zhao Wanyan, puzzled, asked, "What happened?"

The peasant woman replied, "Two nights ago, several bandits came to the vicinity of the village, robbing a lot of grain and killing several people. They came two nights in a row. The leader was very fierce; a dozen or so men from the village worked together to barely drive him away, but they couldn't catch him." Pointing to the chaotic mountains behind the village, she said, "They come out to plunder at night and then escape into the mountains. Unfortunately, the mountains have been haunted lately, and the villagers have discussed it several times but dare not go to investigate. I'm afraid they will come again tonight. If you want to stay here for the night, young lady, you must stay in the room and absolutely must not come out."

Hearing this, Zhao Wanyan, with bandits and ghosts, couldn't help but feel afraid and hesitated whether she should stay the night. Seeing that Zhao Wanyan was hesitant, the peasant woman thought to herself, "This girl is so delicate; asking her to spend the night in the village south of the mountain would only make things more dangerous." So she said, "Actually, you don't need to worry too much, Miss. Those bandits only stole some things, and the village's strong men resisted for a while before retreating. You can stay here and hide in the house; you should be fine." Zhao Wanyan considered this and had no other choice, so she tied up her horse and followed the peasant woman into the house.

The peasant girl led Zhao Wanyan into a room and said with a smile, "Miss, this is my eldest sister's room. She got married last year, and no one has lived here since. Please make do here tonight; I hope you won't find it uncomfortable." Zhao Wanyan was pleased to see that although the room wasn't spacious, it was quite clean. She thanked her, saying

, "Thank you, sister." The peasant girl asked, "Miss, what is your surname?" Zhao Wanyan replied, "My surname is Zhao." The peasant girl said, "Then you are Miss Zhao. My surname is Yang. The younger people in the village call me Second Sister Yang. You can call me that too."

Zhao Wanyan smiled slightly and said, "Okay, Second Sister Yang." Second Sister Yang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, judging from your appearance, you must be from a wealthy family. Why are you traveling alone?" Zhao Wanyan blushed, looking embarrassed, and said, "This...this..." She thought of Xiang Yang, her heart pounding. How could she possibly express such tender feelings to anyone else? It was difficult for her to admit that she was leaving home to meet her lover, and she blushed deeply with embarrassment. Seeing her like this, Yang Erjie seemed to guess what she was thinking, smiled without saying a word, tidied up the room, and went out to prepare dinner.

That evening, Zhao Wanyan ate dinner with Yang Erjie, then returned to her room. Lying on the kang (heated brick bed), her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't fall asleep. She thought to herself, "Father will be furious if he finds out I secretly ran away. He's probably already sent people after me. I have to get going first thing tomorrow morning; I can't let them catch up. Alas, Brother Xiang and Father are like oil and water... what should I do? If only they could have a proper talk..."

Just then, she saw some firelight outside the window, and someone was shouting something. Zhao Wanyan was startled and sat up, thinking to herself, "Have the thieves that Sister Yang mentioned really come?"

Just then, Sister Yang opened the door with a shout, holding a wooden stick in her hand, her expression grave. "Miss Zhao," she said, "hide here and don't make a sound. The bandits are here." Zhao Wanyan nodded vigorously and retreated to the corner.

The firelight outside flickered, indicating that people were running back and forth with torches. The sounds of fighting grew closer, mixed with the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs, creating a cacophony. Amidst the commotion, a scream suddenly rang out, followed by several more, all extremely pitiful. Sister Yang's face changed. "These bandits are ruthless today," she said. Before she finished speaking, someone shouted, "Third King, look at this horse!" Another said, "Hey, a good horse! Let's attack this one first!"

Zhao Wanyan's heart skipped a beat. "Why does this voice sound so familiar?" she thought

. Then she heard several people shouting, their voices reaching the main hall.

Zhao Wanyan hadn't expected her horse to attract thieves, and panicked immediately, stammering, "Second Sister Yang, they're in..." Second Sister Yang was also taken aback. Composing herself, she said, "Go out the window first, quick!"

Before she finished speaking, a man burst through the door. Second Sister Yang rushed forward, sweeping a wooden stick across the floor. The room was dimly lit, and the man, caught off guard, was knocked forward by the blow. Second Sister Yang swung the stick and struck him hard on the back of the head. The man groaned and collapsed to the ground. Two more men rushed in from behind, both wielding broadswords. One of them held a torch; seeing Second Sister Yang had knocked one down, he didn't care and began slashing with his sword. Yang Erjie, who only had a smattering of martial arts skills, had unexpectedly knocked down one man. Now, facing two men, she immediately panicked and retreated. Seeing Zhao Wanyan leaning against the wall, seemingly too frightened to move, she panicked and cried out, "Miss Zhao, run!" Zhao Wanyan stammered, "No, you... what will you do?" Before Yang Erjie could say anything more, her wooden stick was cleaved in two by a knife. Her face turned pale instantly. She threw away the broken stick and retreated several steps to Zhao Wanyan's side.

The two thieves shone their torches and saw that there was no one else in the room except the two women. A wicked thought arose in their minds. One of them laughed, "Wonderful! I didn't expect to find such women in this remote place." They were about to rush forward. The other bandit, upon seeing Zhao Wanyan's stunning beauty, was overjoyed but then sensed something was amiss. He said, "Brother, wait a minute, I think I've seen this girl before." The bandit laughed, "If you'd seen her before, you would have already had your fun with her. Why would she be here?"

Just then, a large, fat figure entered the room, calling out, "Ahu, Xu San, what are you doing?"

The two bandits turned around immediately, one of them saying with a fawning smile, "Third King, we've caught two girls. Should we take them back?" He secretly lamented that the beauties he was about to possess had fallen into the leader's hands again.

The Third King looked at the two women and suddenly his face showed surprise. He exclaimed, "Eh!" Zhao Wanyan, upon seeing the man, paled even more, crying out, "Oh dear!" This fat leader, with a face full of scars and wielding two hammers, was none other than Guo Degui, the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold.

She had been kidnapped by Guo Degui, but was rescued by Xiang Yang and kept her chastity. Later, she saw this man again when Xiang Yang fought against the three leaders of Baihu Village. The last time she saw him was when Baihu carried her and Xiang Yang out of the city. To this day, she still did not know why the three leaders of Baihu Village had come to the capital. She had not seen him since. She never expected to encounter this villain here. She was so anxious that she

almost cried. Guo Degui was also surprised. His expression was suspicious. He said, "You... how are you here? Xiang... Xiang... that Xiang guy is here too?" He had been defeated badly by Xiang Yang. Seeing Zhao Wanyan, he couldn't help but be suspicious. He thought that Xiang Yang was inseparable from her and might be nearby. He was quite afraid. However, he coveted Zhao Wanyan's beauty and was unwilling to leave easily.

In a flash, Zhao Wanyan realized he was wary of Xiang Yang. She thought to herself, "If Brother Xiang were here, I wouldn't be afraid of you. How can I scare him and lure this scoundrel away?" She wasn't good at responding to situations, and now, filled with panic, she couldn't calm herself and couldn't think of any words to say. She stammered, "Brother Xiang, he...he..."

Seeing her flustered expression, Guo Degui thought, "If Xiang Yang were here, he would have already come out to stop my robbery. It seems he's probably not here." He grinned maliciously and said, "Good, you've escaped twice. Now you can't get away this time, can you?" He threw aside his double hammers and rushed forward to grab Zhao Wanyan.

Seeing him pounce, Yang Erjie grabbed a bamboo broom from the wall and struck him in the face. Guo Degui, despite being a martial artist, was blinded by lust and carelessly took the blow, getting his face covered in dust and sand, unable to open his eyes for a moment. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Erjie grabbed Zhao Wanyan's arm and rushed towards the door.

Guo Degui hastily wiped his face and angrily shouted, "You brat, so unruly!" He turned and chased after them. Two of his men quickly grabbed the double hammers from the ground and followed.

Yang Erjie and Zhao Wanyan came out of the house and saw several strong peasants fighting with the thieves.

Guo Degui immediately caught up, took the copper hammers from one of the henchmen, and shouted, "Little girl, where do you think you're going?"

Zhao Wanyan was still in a panic when she suddenly noticed that her horse had been unbridled. She guessed that Guo Degui was trying to steal the horse and had come back into the house. Seeing that Guo Degui was getting closer and closer, Zhao Wanyan had no time to think. She mounted her horse and galloped away.

Guo Degui was not about to give up. He led his men to scatter the men and surround them, stopping the looting, and only chased after them with his men. However, the thieves had no mounts, and they could not match the speed of Zhao Wanyan on her fine steed. After a chase, Zhao Wanyan had left the bandits far behind.

Seeing that she was far from the village, her heart still pounding, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "If I hadn't escaped in time, I might never have seen Brother Xiang again. The men in the village have already gathered; Sister Yang should be alright, right?"

Just as she was convincing herself that she was out of danger, suddenly a horse neighed, and her mount slowly collapsed. Zhao Wanyan exclaimed, "What happened?" Upon closer inspection, she saw blood gushing from one of the horse's legs; it must have been slashed by some bandit in the chaos, a truly serious injury. The horse had been running desperately to escape the danger, and now it had finally given up and collapsed.

Zhao Wanyan tore off a piece of cloth from her sleeve and bandaged the horse's leg wound. She said softly, "My horse, thank you for saving me from this predicament. But I must leave quickly and cannot take care of you. I can only bandage your wound; I'm truly sorry.

Once you're healed, you can return to the wilderness on your own and will no longer need to be driven."

She stood up, looked back at the path she had come from, and was stunned. She cried out in alarm, "Oh no!" The blood splattered along the way had become a tracking marker, completely exposing her whereabouts. In her panic, she had only wanted to break free, and only now realized that the surrounding trees were dense and the forest deep; she had stumbled upon a mountain path. In the deep of night, the faint cawing of crows could be heard.

The horse was injured and had to walk. Zhao Wanyan had no choice but to hurry forward, fearing that Guo Degui would catch up. However, she was physically weak and exhausted from a day's work. After running for a while, she was already panting heavily, and the trees on both sides were growing increasingly dense.

Her legs were weak from running, and she could no longer support herself. She sat down under an ancient pine tree, leaning against the trunk to rest, wanting only to close her eyes and fall asleep, but she still struggled to keep going. In her drowsy state, she suddenly heard a rustling sound, the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves. Zhao Wanyan was startled and hurriedly got up, about to run forward again, when suddenly she saw flames rising everywhere. Guo Degui, with several bandits, surrounded her from all sides, chuckling and saying, "Little Princess..." "You're quite the runner! Coming to this desolate wilderness is perfect, haha, haha!"

Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise, retreating to the foot of a tree, her voice trembling, "You...you..." Guo Degui chuckled, "What about me?" With a wave of his hand, two henchmen rushed forward, grabbing Zhao Wanyan's arms on either side. Zhao Wanyan was powerless to resist; she struggled a few times to no avail, tears welling in her eyes, crying out, "No...don't do this! Brother Xiang...he'll find out and won't let you off..." Guo Degui licked his lips and laughed, "Well, he'll have to find out first. I'll take you back and play with you every day until you're exhausted, unable to walk or speak. Then how will you face that boy again? How will you tell him?"

Zhao Wanyan closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and whispered, "Brother Xiang..."

At that moment, dark clouds obscured the moon, as if the moon itself couldn't bear to witness this helpless girl being so cruelly violated.

Guo Degui stepped forward, his eyes filled with greed, and his hands reached for her breasts.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed through the forest, utterly terrifying—the cry of an owl. Following the owl's cry was a crow's wail, then a cawing, a cawing, a cawing… all the noisy, shrill bird calls suddenly rose and fell, reverberating in the deep mountain night, sounding both eerie and terrifying.

Guo Degui jumped in fright, his hand recoiling, and cursed, "What's this? So many feathered beasts are all howling like ghosts?" Before he could finish speaking, darkness suddenly descended, dark clouds completely blocking the moonlight, a chilling aura seemed to permeate the air, a cold wind howled, and the cacophony of the birds only amplified the chilling atmosphere. While Zhao Wanyan was startled and frightened, Guo Degui and the bandits also felt uneasy, unconsciously glancing around.

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