My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 519 - 344 The Unknown Sword, The Unknown Destiny_2

Chapter 519: Chapter 344 The Unknown Sword, The Unknown Destiny_2

He might lure enemies into a trap, capturing them all at once.

Or let the enemy mistakenly kill the decoy, believing that Zhao Qingyi is dead.

This is what Zhao Rong worried about.

Because whether it’s the former or the latter possibility, it seems very troublesome.

It’s completely opposite to his thought of living a simple and peaceful life with Qing Jun, Xiao Xiao, and Qian’er.

Since holding hands with Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun, Zhao Rong felt the care of a family and no longer had the free-spirited, tumultuous life he led when he first awakened, that of wandering the world in a blaze of glory.

Now, he just thought of finding a suitable time to introduce Xiao Xiao to Qing Jun, trying to get the two to get along, and then, together, forming a stable family.

Living in Du You City, or anywhere, was fine as long as they were with him.

Zhao Rong studied.

Qing Jun and Qian’er practiced swordsmanship.

Xiao Xiao was carefree, reading books about scholars and beauties, listening to stories from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio".

Occasionally at night, the four of them went up to the roof together, talking and appreciating the moon, and then Zhao Rong supervised them doing needlework, practicing swordsmanship, learning to play musical instruments...

Time passed peacefully, and the simple life was the true life.

However, given the current situation... Zhao Rong couldn’t help but frown.

If the three of them were targets, that would be somewhat easier to handle.

Maybe those targets would never be needed, and the enemy might not even find their way here.

However, there’s always that if, if the enemy isn’t foolish and is very sly and cunning.

If they found the three targets, then it would be a one-time affair. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The targets would either survive or perish.

Because these unknown enemies could only strike once, and may not even use their full strength, unless they were absolutely certain that the ’target’ was Zhao Qingyi and thus committed all their power.

And those behind the scenes from the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion’s old guard probably had backup plans to counter, it’s impossible that they wouldn’t have any protection in place to prevent the enemy from easily taking out the ’target’, which would completely verify that the ’target’ wasn’t Zhao Qingyi.

Therefore, it’s highly probable that there are Death Soldiers placed beside the ’target’ to fight back.

The more confusing and tempting the target, the more likely this is the case.

Just like at this moment, the sword-holding man before Zhao Rong, and Uncle Kun and others at Qinglian Inn in Du You East City, might very well be of this kind.

If he had guessed correctly.

The identity of these Death Soldiers would indeed be tragic, yet Zhao Rong felt no sympathy at this moment.

Because they might have been motivated by a special belief or mission to sacrifice themselves for the Fu Yao Zhao family.

However, Zhao Rong felt that he, Qing Jun, and Qian’er had no such beliefs or missions, no obligation to carry this burden together with them, at least not now.

He was even wary of the ’sacrifice for the Fu Yao Zhao family’ ideology that these people might try to instill in them in the future.

Because he couldn’t empathize with it, and he loathed the emptiness of a fate manipulated by others.

And at this moment, Zhao Rong firmly believed that a pawn is just a pawn, no matter how heroic or tender it seems, it’s still a controlled piece.

That’s why, a few days ago, when he heard Qing Jun mention the Mo Family’s ’Plain Silk Argument,’ he became instantly alert.

Ideological infiltration is the most terrifying thing.

Overall, although there might be Death Soldiers around them, being molded into Zhao Qingyi’s targets is a dangerous matter.

Because Zhao Rong thought that if he was the one devising strategies among the old figures of the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion, putting himself in their shoes, already chased to the ends of the earth, the Fu Yao imperial line hanging by a thread,

even towards their own people, they would absolutely show no mercy.

Use the cruelest trick, fool even their own people:

Make the ’target’ believe that they themselves are members of the Zhao family, Zhao Qingyi, the Young Master, and make Death Soldiers also believe they are protecting the true Young Master.

Then, in ’utter helplessness,’ when the enemy comes knocking, everyone fights to the death, only to have their efforts fail in the end, the ’Young Master’ dies, or is half-dead and captured...

Thereby deceiving the enemy into believing that they have extinguished the last bloodline of the Fu Yao Marquis and withdraw.

Of course, if they could use this ’target’ to capture all the enemies in one fell swoop, then there would be no need to sacrifice so many of their own people, such complicated subterfuge would be unnecessary.

But even the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion at its peak was destroyed.

So for the old remnants, achieving this will likely be very difficult.

Thus, they can only resort to the cruelest method.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

All things considered, being a pawn or a target, while dangerous, means that if they could survive without the worst happening, then they would be free from that point on, unless they recklessly decided to go back and serve again.

Because after being used once, they almost have no value left, which also means complete safety.

However, if Zhao Rong, Qing Jun, and Qian’er are not targets, or to say, only two of them are.

The real Zhao Qingyi is hidden among them, and the core old members of the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion are secretly surrounding them, having set up a plot for over a decade to protect the three deeply.

Then, Zhao Rong felt, this would be the worst possible situation.

As to why...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood alone and still in the bloodlike lingering sunset, gazing at the ancient, unfamiliar character on the blade before him, silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly very much wanted to ask Li Bai.

If he truly was a master.

And if he and his wife Qian’er had already been drawn into the game.

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