They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 346 Do you prefer sugar figurines or me?

But the customer is always right, and she wondered why such a handsome young man would be with her.

After finishing the sugar figurine, he handed it to the two of them.

Although the portrait was exquisitely drawn, Wu Ziyan snapped "Chu Qiu's" head in one bite: "If you keep looking, I'll eat you up."

Seeing Chu Qiu holding the sugar figurine in her hand, lost in thought, she said, "Try me, I'm very sweet!"

Hearing the crunching sound of chewing candy again, Chu Qiu held onto the candy figurine without moving it, somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Wu Ziyan didn't know how to persuade him, so she just assumed he didn't like sweet things. After walking around for a while, he bought a lot of things.

They were all just small trinkets, of course, and then they returned to the carriage to continue their journey.

Wu Ziyan looked at Chu Qiu, who was holding a sugar figurine but hadn't touched it at all, while she herself was almost down to just a stick.

I thought to myself, thank goodness it's winter, otherwise this would have melted and been left in my hand.

On the carriage, Wu Ziyan called Chu Qiu several times, but he was staring at the sugar figurine in a daze, and it seemed that he was reluctant to part with it.

Wu Ziyan tilted her head and bit the head of the sugar figurine. Chu Qiu frowned, somewhat displeased. Why did she bite him?

He turned his head and saw her with a candy in her mouth, her eyes sparkling. She moved closer to him, and he tried to dodge, but Wu Ziyan grabbed his shoulder and tapped him with her chin.

He mumbled indistinctly, "Try it."

Chu Qiu closed her eyes, licked the candy, and found it sweet! She didn't know if it was the person or the candy that was sweet, so she simply gave him another lingering kiss.

After they separated, looking at "Wu Ziyan" whose head had been half-eaten, there was still some sadness in his eyes, as if his beloved toy had been broken by someone else.

Do you like this sugar figurine or me?

"like it all."

"This sugar figurine won't last long. Even if I don't eat it, it will melt. I'll give you one that will last longer later."

She took the candy from his hand and put it in his mouth, saying, "Life is bitter enough, how can we not eat something sweet?"

"Your Highness, are you suffering?"

"I...I'm not suffering, I'm not suffering." How could she not be suffering? She was constantly on guard, afraid that they would get hurt! If anything dangerous happened, she would be the first to rush in!

“Your Highness, I can see the bitterness in your heart. From now on, with me here, Your Highness can tell me all your troubles.”

Wu Ziyan just looked at him and smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes; she couldn't tell any of them about her suffering.

Then she simply took his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Chu Qiu silently finished the sugar figurine, leaving behind a wooden stick.

Holy Warriors

Mo Baiyun and Yuanxiao's injuries had long since healed, while Huang Ziliang and Han Yuxiu were on duty as usual every day.

And you know what? Ever since they started working in this awful job, they haven't had any weird thoughts on their minds at all, and they even look forward to going to work every day.

The three of them even got along quite well; that morning, the two of them left their dormitory at the Holy Martial Division and went to the division together, as was the usual practice, except that Mo Baiyun was waiting for them outside this morning.

"Little Yun'er, what are you doing here?" Han Yuxiu asked.

Huang Ziliang cupped his hands in greeting, and Mo Baiyun smiled and said, "Brothers, our master will be back soon, so I'm informing you that your duties at the Holy Martial Division have come to an end."

They were naturally happy to hear that Wu Ziyan was coming back, but they also felt a little lonely when they heard that they would never have to come to the Holy Martial Division again.

"I still have one class to teach. I'll finish that class today and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Huang Ziliang held a book in his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and wore a cloak, looking quite refined.

Han Yuxiu pouted and his face fell. He wasn't as easy to talk to as Huang Ziliang, and he was also very rude to Mo Baiyun, since Mo Baiyun was, after all, his younger brother: "I still have a toxicology paper that I haven't finished studying with the sisters in the department. It will probably take ten days to half a month. You want to send me back like this?"

"Brothers, the master will decide what to do next. I'm just following his orders. Consider this a break for you two. Don't you want to see the master as soon as possible?"

Mo Baiyun had a firm grasp on their mental state; it would be a lie to say that the two of them didn't want to see Wu Ziyan.

Their love for this job is genuine; at least they've realized some value in themselves, proving they're not just men confined to their secluded mansions.

"Then I'll go first, I can't be late." Huang Ziliang cupped his hands and left, his steps lighter. He was very confident that as long as he told Wu Ziyan, she could come back here.

A smile appeared on his lips, and even when he went to give lectures, he seemed to be in a much better mood. People outside could notice this and would occasionally tease him.

Han Yuxiu followed Huang Ziliang's footsteps, and even turned back to point at Mo Baiyun with his finger: "Little Yun'er, don't think that just because you're the boss here, I'll listen to you. Go back and tell my mother about you, and see what you do then."

Mo Baiyun shook his head with a smile. Even if they were given a holiday, they wouldn't agree. It seems that the master had a deeper meaning in leaving them here.

In just a short time, he organized the chaotic departments into an orderly system. He usually only thought about information management and assassination; he had never really studied things like political intrigue or dealing with people.

"Then, brothers, I'll let you know when our master returns." Mo Baiyun waved his hand.

With these two people sharing the workload, he feels much more relaxed and can leave the city ahead of time to welcome Wu Ziyan and, incidentally, "punish him!"

As long as he's not by her side, several men will appear around her. What will he do then?

On the other side, Wu Ziyan was sitting in the carriage when she sneezed several times in a row, and even felt a chill down her spine. Chu Qiu had been pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, but when she sneezed like thunder, she opened her eyes and looked at her with concern.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"It's nothing!" But in his heart, he was thinking that someone must be talking about her. On the contrary, the closer he got to Xiao Yun'er in the capital, the more accurate the information became. It would reach him every day, and he would know almost everything she did.

Just thinking about this made her miss Xiaoyun a little; her chubby face and mischievous eyes made being with her fun and easy.

Moreover, given Xiaoyun'er's feelings for him, he would probably come out to greet them before they even reached the capital.

"Chu Qiu, when you get to the capital, will you go back to the Situ residence, or...?" Um, I wanted to ask if she should go back to Jiu'an residence, but then I remembered the fire last time. I guess Jiu'an residence is still not finished. Oh right, where will she stay if she goes back?

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, knowing what she was thinking, that an owl delivered a message to him. Although their house was not yet completed, they had rented another house elsewhere. After all, they didn't have much money, so they couldn't just buy it on a whim.

Moreover, she was able to defend herself early and had already returned to the capital, where she had made proper arrangements for everyone in her household. She was truly the happiest person in the world!

But... how can I make up for this feeling by spending time alone with them when I go back?

"Your Highness, I'll go back wherever you go. Isn't that huge Situ Mansion just me all alone?"

"it is good"

Chu Qiu has become somewhat clingy to her now, but she doesn't show it much on the surface; it's probably because she lacks a sense of security.

Upon reaching Shili Pavilion, Wu Ziyan heard the rapid sound of horses' hooves outside, followed by the urgent shout of "Whoa!" as the horse was reined in.

Wu Ziyan was startled awake by the "whoosh" sound. Although their carriage was moving slowly and had not stopped, the sound sounded somewhat familiar.

Sure enough, you can't think about people during the day. I lifted the carriage curtain and saw that familiar figure. Wasn't that Xiao Yun'er? Her legs were so good that she could ride a horse now?

It didn't seem like long ago. Her hair had grown longer and she had grown taller. She even felt a little dazed as she watched him in his black and white clothes dismount from his horse. Snow was falling from the sky, creating a scene reminiscent of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Mo Baiyun spoke first, his eyes crinkling with laughter. He didn't even glance at Chu Qiu, only at her.

"Master, you're back, but you didn't send us a message so we could come and pick you up."

"Now that you're here, do you still need me to deliver a message?"

Wu Ziyan waved to him, urging him to get in the car quickly. Seeing that his hands and face were red from the cold, she felt a pang of sympathy for Mo Baiyun.

The curtain was lifted, and she reached out her hand to Mo Baiyun. Mo Baiyun placed her hand on Wu Ziyan's hand and got into the carriage very naturally.

Wu Ziyan touched Mo Baiyun's face: "Couldn't you have waited for us at home? It's so cold riding here. Look at your hands and face, they're all red from the cold."

Chu Qiu had no hostility towards Mo Baiyun, and because Mo Baiyun was younger than him, Chu Qiu naturally treated him as a younger brother.

She naturally handed him a hot water bottle from the side, her eyes showing concern, but without a hint of misunderstanding.

"Thank you, Brother Chu Qiu. Oh no, shouldn't I also call him Consort Chu Qiu?"

Wu Ziyan's eyes flickered. Hearing that Mo Baiyun's tone was off, he realized that this guy had become jealous again.

Chu Qiu looked at Wu Ziyan, unsure how to respond. They hadn't relayed this news back to the city; Mo Baiyun truly had connections everywhere.

"Master? You speak."

"You can call him Brother Chu Qiu from now on, or just Chu Qiu."

It seems they've already discussed it and don't plan to reveal their identities upon their return. This is a wise move. Mo Baiyun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wu Ziyan's answer; otherwise, he really wouldn't know how Wu Ziyan would explain this to Her Majesty the Empress.

Wu Chengye had already been brought down by her, and the prime minister had also stepped down. If he were to propose a marriage alliance with the Minister of Works or the eldest grandson at this time, it would not be a wise choice.

"By the way, you're leaving the city alone? Don't you need to keep an eye on them at the Holy Martial Division?"

“I used to spend every day by your side.”

"Oh." She covered Mo Baiyun's hand with her own, gently rubbing it. It was very natural, without any affectation, and she didn't avoid Chu Qiu's gaze. It seemed that no one could replace her doting on Mo Baiyun.

"By the way, has anything unusual happened while I was away? Have Wu Chengye's cronies been purged? And Sima Zongcheng, his group actually went to the border, which is also a potential problem."

Those who harmed Wu Ziyan must be eliminated. When they crossed into Weian territory, the Holy Martial Division had already mobilized and destroyed the lair of Immortal Lord Lü.

As for Wu Chengye, he was supposed to be escorted to Beiyang after they left, but for some reason, they were told to stay until after the New Year.

However, this did not affect them at all, since Wu Chengye had no foundation in the court.

"By the way, Master, why didn't you ask Mr. Huang and Han Yuxiu?"

"They'll see when they get back. How are they doing at the Holy Martial Division? Have they caused you any trouble?"

"No, those two are really suited to work in the Holy Martial Division. I told them to go home and not come to report for duty, but they were a little reluctant."

"They may have found something they enjoy. If they're willing, then we'll let them stay."

They chatted and laughed all the way to the city gate. Han Yuxuan and Huang Ziming were on time, standing at the city gate. One wore a light yellow fur cloak and the other wore a dark blue cloak. One had his hair tied up with a crown and the other had it tied up with a hairpin. The rest of their hair was loose.

Even though it felt like only a short time had passed, seeing the two of them from afar inside the carriage gave me a sense of déjà vu. Perhaps it was because when we left, there was still color around us, but now the world was completely gray.

The others were all on official business and couldn't come. With each breath they exhaled, white mist could be seen. The car slowly stopped in front of them. The group simply looked at each other, a thousand words melting into a snowflake.

The two boarded the carriage, which didn't feel crowded at all. Wu Ziyan brushed the snow off their cloaks and coats.

They both saw Chu Qiu sitting next to Wu Ziyan, and they seemed to have a very close relationship. Both of them are sensitive and perceptive people, so they naturally knew what might have happened on this journey.

"You took so long to get back, I thought something had happened to you on the way."

"Miss, did you have a safe journey?"

"Okay, it's good to have Chu Qiu and the others with us along the way."

"I heard that you two want to stay in the Holy Martial Arts Division indefinitely?"

“I think it’s more interesting than just drying medicine in the yard. Not only can I save people, but I can also study all kinds of poisons every day.”

"The various systems within the Holy Martial Division are particularly disorganized, and I will need to spend some time sorting them out."

"So you two mean you want to go back to work?"

“Yes, Ziliang and I are now the darlings of the Holy Martial Division.” He then looked at Mo Baiyun with a hint of pride: “Right, Xiaoyun?”

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Yu Xiu is the best, even better than me. He truly deserves to be a disciple of our master!"

"Miss, have you encountered anything interesting along the way?"

"It wasn't that interesting, but Chu Yu and Qi Zexuan got married. Isn't that interesting? And the Xiao Rong Kingdom changed emperors overnight. It's quite magical, isn't it?"

Then Wu Ziyan began to ramble on about the rebellion, and the people in the carriage listened intently as if they were listening to a story. At the climax, someone even asked a question.

They chatted and laughed all the way until the carriage finally stopped in front of their newly rented mansion. Fortunately, it was in the central area, and the other mansions were not far away. It was only two streets away from her eldest sister's territory.

Wu Ziyan lifted the carriage curtain, stood between heaven and earth, and stared at her new "home" with endless emotions.