Chapter 1214 – The Death of Zhao Shao (Part Ten)
From behind the military tent, Jiang Pengji clearly heard Yang Si’s voice.
He laughed and hiccuped, “…It’s a pity Jiang Xiaowei isn’t here; if you…”
Nong Qin coldly replied, “Disgusting.”
Yang Si nodded in agreement, “That scene is indeed disgusting. If Jiang Xiaowei were to see it, your eyes wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
After a while, Jiang Pengji overheard Nong Qin questioning Yang Si.
“Though Zhao Shao has offended you, there’s no need to resort to such means against him—”
Even though Nong Qin had completely moved on from her youthful experiences, she couldn’t stand seeing someone use despicable tactics to destroy another person. Although Zhao Shao’s life had already been marked for death by Yang Tao, it was still too cruel for Yang Si to engage in such tactics.
Yang Si frowned, wearing a look of being wronged as he lamented, “Is Jiang Xiaowei truly thinking of me as such a vile person?”
Nong Qin sneered back, “Do you think of yourself as virtuous?”
Referring to Yang Jingrong as kind-hearted? That was probably the biggest joke of the year!
Yang Si cleared his throat awkwardly, saying, “I would disdain to use such methods against Zhao Shao.”
What’s done is done; whether he did it or not, Yang Si denied any involvement with Zhao Shao, and Nong Qin naturally believed him.
“Then how did he end up in that situation?”
Yang Si explained, “When I found Zhao Shao, he was already at the mercy of those thugs. I merely helped him conceal his whereabouts to preserve the dignity of a proud clan heir. Just think, if others barged in and found him in such a compromising position, how humiliating would that be?”
So what if Yang Si was petty and held grudges?
At the banquet at Longshui in Hujun, how did Zhao Shao openly insult him, calling him the son of a prostitute—a born lowlife?
Those words inflicted significant emotional wounds that he still hadn’t healed from. Yang Si didn’t cause a scene and expose Zhao Shao’s scandal; instead, he helped him hide, allowing him to enjoy a little extra time—what a fine example of repaying enmity with kindness!
When it came to twisting the truth, Nong Qin could never match Yang Si.
Even if this became known to others, the worst Yang Si would face would be accusations of concealing information; who could truly do anything to him?
Nong Qin said, “If the Lord asks, I won’t help you cover it up.”
Yang Si might manage to conceal it for a while, but he couldn’t hide for too long; after all, Zhao Shao couldn’t withstand repeated torment from a few thugs.
If a day or two more were to pass, he’d likely be finished.
Yang Si sought an excuse to borrow someone from Nong Qin’s side and promptly disclosed Zhao Shao’s whereabouts.
Nong Qin keenly sensed something was off, prompting her to come investigate Yang Si, leading to their earlier conversation.
Regarding his “criminal actions,” Yang Si was unrepentant and confessed everything.
Yang Si waved his hand, saying, “If the Lord inquires, I will bear it alone.”
Who in the entire military camp didn’t know that Nong Qin and their Lord shared the same mind?
However, Nong Qin still showed some loyalty, not immediately rushing to the Lord to expose him; that was a sign of friendship progress!
But Nong Qin insisted, “Perfect, you handle it with the Lord.”
Yang Si vaguely agreed, instinctively realizing something was off in Nong Qin’s words.
“Lord!!!”
Seeing Nong Qin rising to leave, Yang Si followed her, lifting the tent flap to find their Lord standing outside.
Suddenly, Yang Si understood what Nong Qin meant with her earlier words—
Friendship over!
This hypocritical, plastic flower of friendship!
Jiang Pengji signaled for Nong Qin to step back, and after she bowed, she left without looking back, leaving Yang Si shivering in place.
“Lord…”
His voice lacked conviction, sounding very hollow.
Jiang Pengji’s expression darkened.
“Let’s go inside and talk.”
Yang Si obediently stepped aside to let Jiang Pengji enter, behaving like a well-behaved wife.
Pfft—
What a good actor he was!
Jiang Pengji grumbled, “Are you going to confess yourself, or should I spill the beans?”
Yang Si had no idea how long Jiang Pengji had been eavesdropping, guessing she must have heard everything she shouldn’t have.
He closed his eyes and chose to confess in hopes of leniency.
Jiang Pengji felt a mix of anger and amusement.
“I don’t care what personal vendetta you have with Zhao Shao, but you shouldn’t have concealed it—” Jiang Pengji placed great importance on principles, even if Yang Si meant no harm by his actions, “Besides, if you want to deal with Zhao Shao, at least clean up your mess so no one can trace it back to you. You harbor resentment against Zhao Shao for insulting you, yet you’re making a mess of your own reputation—what’s the point?”
With Yang Si’s skills, if he truly wanted to handle this flawlessly, Jiang Pengji likely wouldn’t find out so quickly.
Yet this guy was not only making a mistake but also flaunting it, as if he wanted the whole world to know just how petty and grudge-holding he was—such a punching bag!
Yang Si picked up on Jiang Pengji’s tone filled with care and protection, instantly brightening.
“I was wrong, the Lord’s criticism is just right.”
Jiang Pengji could no longer stay mad.
Yang Si’s grudge against Zhao Shao was understandable given the latter’s harsh insults.
“This is the only time; it won’t happen again.”
Yang Si secretly let out a sigh of relief—this hurdle was passed.
Jiang Pengji continued, “As for Zhao Shao… spruce him up and send him to Yang Tao; if you hurry, you might even catch Yang Jian’s memorial service.”
Yang Si responded, “Understood.”
With this matter logged in Jiang Pengji’s books, Yang Si felt more emboldened.
Zhao Shao had been through the wringer and was fortunate to still have his life, but he had become paranoid and jumpy.
Yang Si asked the military doctor about Zhao Shao’s condition, and the doctor looked oddly distressed, “The door isn’t secure, there’s dampness accumulating, there’s a risk of rectal prolapse, and given this person’s weak spleen and kidneys, prolonged diarrhea has led to fluid buildup; his constitution is too weak to endure—he may not last long.”
This military doctor had once served in the female military camp but suffered a leg injury during battle. Not wanting to retire and go home, she trained under the camp’s physicians and had proven her medical talents, surpassing her mentors within a few years.
Zhao Shao’s condition was so dire that he was fearful of male contact, needing female physicians to care for him.
The doctor had seen countless injuries, like missing limbs or gaping wounds to the abdomen, but never had she encountered a man with a violently ruptured rear—this was clearly a fierce situation!
“This man won’t survive long; we must tidy him up and send him off—treatment is optional,” Yang Si stated, “Is he awake?”
The female doctor replied, “He’s awake, but his emotions are still quite heightened—”
Yang Si smirked; he wanted Zhao Shao to be emotionally charged.
If he could remain calm after such a disgraceful incident, then Yang Si would have to worry!
Zhao Shao was currently staring wide-eyed at the tent ceiling. Hearing the flap lift, he assumed it was those shameless female doctors, which only intensified his fury. Here he was, a man, exposed before women, feeling utterly humiliated, and yet the doctor maintained an unbothered expression—one could only imagine how inappropriate her behavior must have seemed.
Yang Si said, “Yo, General Zhao, hope you’re well.”
At the sound of a man’s voice, Zhao Shao instinctively trembled, shaking violently.
Turning his head, a familiar face came into view.
“It’s you!” Zhao Shao clenched his fists in fury, shouting, “Get out—”
Yang Si didn’t leave; instead, he walked closer, sizing Zhao Shao up from head to toe, his eyes filled with mockery and scorn.
“That day, General Zhao insulted me, calling me the son of a prostitute—now, I must ask, how does it feel to be that prostitute?”
With just a single sentence, Zhao Shao was so enraged he fainted.
Seeing this, Yang Si merely rolled his eyes in boredom.
What a lightweight!
