Chapter 100.1

Name:The Marquis Is Innocent Author:
Chapter 100.1

Jiang Meng followed Diao Mos gaze and saw a woman with a masked walking toward the middle age slaver under the escort of several people beside her.

The Han and Qiang have always had a deep grudge, but the reasons different from the conflict with the Xiongnu. Apart from fighting for space, there was also the historical reason because of the Han Dynastys misconduct.

Xiao Qiao could not bear to look at the scene, but considering that since this thing was common practice and was a newcomer, although she had Wei Shao as her backer, it was not easy to move the well-established interests of these local forces, so after some hesitation, she finally decided to leave.

Unexpectedly another incident occurred. Xiao Qiao heard the boy shouting Sister. The boy was beaten but refused to yield. For some reason, he reminded her of her brother, Qiao Ci. She could not stand it anymore, turned around, and walked over quickly.

The steward saw the Lady did not listen to his advice. She seemed like she wanted to intervene, and he had no choice but to follow.

The middle age slaver beat the boy until his eyes were bruised and swollen and his mouth was bleeding, but he was still not satisfied. He kicked away the Qiang girl who was crying on the side and wanted to beat him again, but suddenly he heard a womans voice coming from behind him: Stop!

The slaver turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a woman with a mask and was stunned.

The Western region was windy and sandy, and it was common for women to cover their heads with scarves to shield them from the wind and sand when they went out. He took a closer look. Although unable to see her face through the thin layer of silk, he could vaguely glimpse the general outline of the features. He perceived that the woman was beautiful, and according to her voice, she was not too old. And then he examined her clothes, although the material was good, but nothing exceptional. Finally, he looked at her entourage, a bearded middle-aged man and a maid. He guessed she was a young woman from an ordinary family.

Xiao Qiao said coldly, I told you to send them, so send them to me. Why are you so nosy?

The middle age slaver immediately heard the irrefutable tone that only a distinguished person would unconsciously bring out. He did not dare to be reckless, changed his face, and respectfully agreed. Then, he turned his head to loudly reprimand the Qiang people on the ground, who were tied and ordered them all to stand up.

These captured Qiang people were not war prisoners, as the boy had said earlier, but came from the Huangshui area. This group actually had over a hundred people. From Huangshui to this place, many had fallen ill and died. Finally, only a few dozen people left. Most of them do not speak Chinese and do not understand it. They only know that this young woman with a mask bought themselves. Without knowing how this would go, they stumbled and moved forward.

Xiao Qiao came to the boys side and saw that he seemed to be dying, so she ordered the steward to bring him along with her to the carriage.

The steward saw the boy was dirty and covered with blood, and he hesitated. But to his surprise, the boy slowly got up from the ground, bowed to Xiao Qiao, and said. I will never forget the kindness of saving my life, my benefactor! My body is dirty. I dont dare to defile your carriage. I can still walk by myself.

Xiao Qiao saw that although his face was dirty and wretched, his eyes were clear and bright, and his speech was courteous, like an educated person. She felt more positive about him, smiled, and nodded.

Chun Niang was kind-hearted and already looked sad on the side. She hastily went over and untied the Qiang girls hands. The Qiang girl kowtowed seven or eight times to Xiao Qiao, then crawled to the boys side. A long series of words came out of her mouth that Xiao Qiao could not understand, maybe asking him about his injuries. The boy shook his head as if to comfort her, then turned to follow the group of Qiang people, hobbling forward. The Qiang girl helped him, looking respectful.

Xiao Qiao felt these two were not like siblings anymore. A thought flashed in her mind, but Xiao Qiao didnt want to think about it anymore. Under the gazes of countless eyes, she left the market and boarded the carriage to return to the government office.

The people who were watching began to talk about the origin of this mysterious little woman. After a while, they gradually dispersed. The last few people left standing in the same place.