Chapter - 338 Broken Marriage of the Purple Dress King (1) (2/2)

Xiao Zhao's face turned red, ”You are going with Miss Zhao, I have more reasons to go with you.” While saying this, she was so worried that tears welled up in her eyes.

”Why do you have more reasons to go with me?” Zhang Wuji asked.

”That Miss Zhao is so evil,” Xiao Zhao said, ”Nobody could guess what she is going to do to you. If I am with you, I can look after you.”

Zhang Wuji's heart was stirred, ”Could it be that this young girl have a deep feeling toward me?” he thought in his heart. Hearing the sincerity in her words his heart welled up with gratitude. He smiled and said, ”All right, I'll take you with me. But if you get seasick on the boat, you are not allowed to complain.”

Xiao Zhao was very happy; she gave her promise repeatedly. She said, ”If I make you mad and you are not happy with me, you can toss me to the sea to feed the fish!”

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, ”How can I bear to part with you?”

Although the two of them had known each other for quite a while, and sometimes had to share the same room due to the inconveniences of traveling, Xiao Zhao had always taken the position of a servant, and Zhang Wuji had never teased her or said anything inappropriate to her. Now that he blurted out, 'How can I bear to part with you?' he realized that he had made an indiscreet remark; he could not help blushing and turned his head around to look out the window, yet Xiao Zhao actually sighed and sat by the bed side.

”Why do you sigh?” Zhang Wuji asked.

”Actually, there are many people you cannot bear to part with,” Xiao Zhao replied, ”Emei Pai's Miss Zhou, Ruyang Palace's Junzhu Niang-niang [princess; 'niang-niang' can also mean 'empress']; I don't know how many more. How can you be concerned over a little girl like me?”

Zhang Wuji stood up in front of her and said, ”Xiao Zhao, you are always good to me. Do you think I don't know it? Do you think I am such an ungrateful man that I do not know good from bad?” He said these things with a serious face, showing her his earnestness.

Xiao Zhao was shy and happy at the same time. Lowering her head she said, ”I am not asking you to treat me in a special way. As long as you allow me to be with you forever; to be your servant, to take care of you, I will be satisfied. You haven't slept for the whole night, you must be very tired. Why don't you lie on the bed and take some rest?” While saying that she lifted the blanket from the bed to let him lie down; and then she returned to her seat by the window, resuming her sewing.

While closing his eyes Zhang Wuji could still hear the occasional clinking noise of the iron chain on her hand; he felt safe and peaceful. Not too long afterwards he fell sound asleep.

Zhang Wuji slept until dusk. He woke up and ate a bowl of noodles. ”Xiao Zhao,” he said, ”Let me take you to see Miss Zhao, we can borrow her Yitian Sword to cut the iron shackle on your hands and feet.”

Two people went out to the street. They saw Mongolian soldiers on horsebacks everywhere. It seemed like the security level was at its highest after the fire at the Ruyang Palace and the big trouble in the Wan An Temple the previous night. As two people heard the hoof beats, they shrank back and hid behind the corner of a house to avoid being seen by the soldiers. They arrived at the small wine shop without taking too much time.