Chapter - 402 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (2) (2/2)

”I am very happy,” Zhao Min replied.

Zhang Wuji saw her talking and laughing as sweet as a flower, moving the hearts of those who watch her. Noticing that her cheeks were still red and swollen from his four heavy slaps earlier, he could not restrain from feeling regret and pity; therefore, he turned his head around to avoid looking at her.

Zhao Min said, ”We were delayed in the temple for half a day, I am starving.” She called for the innkeeper. Producing a small ingot of gold, she told him to quickly prepare a set of the highest quality dish and wine. The innkeeper repeatedly obeyed, and in an instant he had some fruits and light appetizers delivered to their room, followed by the wine and the main course.

Zhang Wuji said, ”Let's wait for Yifu to come back, then we'll eat together.”

”My life might be gone as soon as Xia Daxia is back,” Zhao Min said, ”I'd rather be a ghost with a full stomach.” Zhang Wuji noticed that although she said such a thing, her manner and her face showed confidence. Zhao Min continued, ”I still have plenty of gold here, we can always tell the innkeeper to prepare another set of banquet.”

Zhang Wuji coldly said, ”I do not dare to eat and drink together with you. Who knows when you are going to apply the 'shi xiang ruan jin san'.”

Zhao Min's face sank as she heard that, ”You don't want to eat, then don't eat,” she said, ”Otherwise you will be killed by my poison.” Without waiting for an answer, she started to eat.

Zhang Wuji called for the kitchen to deliver some flatbread, and then staying as far as possible from her, he sat on the 'kang' to gobble his food.

There was a very sumptuous dish of broiled lamb and roasted chicken, fried beef and chopped fish, on Zhao Min's table. She ate for a while before tears starting to drip on her rice bowl. She managed to control herself and ate some more before she finally put the chopsticks down and she dropped her head on the table, sobbing.

After crying for half a day, she wiped off her tears, apparently she felt better. Looking out the window, she said to herself, ”It will be dark in a couple of hours. I wonder how that Han Lin'er is. Once we lost his track, it would not be easy to rescue him.”

Zhang Wuji's heart turned cold. ”That's right,” he said while standing up, ”I need to rescue Han Xiongdi first, and then I'll come back.”

”Shameless,” Zhao Min said, ”Nobody speaks to you, who wants you to interfere?”

Seeing her angry at one time and bashful at another, happy at one time and anxious at another, Zhang Wuji could not help to feel both hatred and affection toward her at the same time; truly he did not know how to deal with her. Hastily he finished the half flatbread in his hand in three mouthfuls, and then went out the door.

”I'll go with you,” Zhao Min said.

”I don't want to take you,” Zhang Wuji replied.

”Why?” Zhao Min asked.

”You are the murderer of my Biaomei,” Zhang Wuji replied, ”How can I be together with an enemy?”

”All right,” Zhao Min said, ”Go alone, then!”

Zhang Wuji went out the door, but suddenly he turned around and asked, ”What are you doing here?”

”I am going to wait for your Yifu to come back,” Zhao Min said, ”I'll tell him that you are going out to rescue Han Lin'er.”