Arriving from another guest room, Ah Jiu carried a cup of warm tea and listened to Yuan Ye and others report about the courtyard where Wufu had been hidden.
"...The young lady must have been locked in the cellar, where a rope was cut by a knife. This servant guesses that the young lady dealt with two of the bandits there. One had his neck bones twisted, neat and clean. The other's throat was slit, just like the way the young lady handled the dead soldier in the destroyed temple," Yuan Ye said, which is why he believed that both men were killed by Wufu's hand.
When he spoke, his tone was calm and even, but since he grew up alongside Ah Jiu, excitement could be heard in his voice.
Ah Jiu's lips curved slightly.
No wonder he was excited. If it had been any other woman, she would probably have been scared half to death by now, either violated or waiting for rescue. Who else could save herself like this?
Ah Jiu felt somewhat proud.
