After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 124: Taught by My Late Husband

Can’t win.

Not confident about escaping either.

[Host, give that token. Don’t be foolish—your life is far more important than that token.]

The system’s voice was urgent; it sensed danger emanating from the man.

If they’re not careful, both it and the host might kick the bucket.

ng Yao knew this wasn’t the ti to dawdle and was just about to agree with the system.

"Clang——"

The long sword aid at her was deflected, and sparks flashed in front of ng Yao’s eyes. At the sa ti, soone grabbed her waist and pulled her back swiftly.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Ting asked.

ng Yao turned her head and t He Yan’s concerned gaze.

The man’s long sword relentlessly pursued them; ng Yao couldn’t even answer but threw out a dagger. Probably because the man was too close, the dagger hit his arm. Unfortunately, it struck the arm that wasn’t holding a sword.

Zhao Ting placed ng Yao beside the carriage and engaged in a fight with the man.

ng Yao watched them spar while calmly bandaging her own wound. After observing for a while, she concluded that the man was no match for He Yan.

The man was equally astonished and did not know where this mysterious man ca from. He was already giving his all, but was still being forced on the defensive, unable to launch a single attack.

"Good sir, with such excellent skills, if you join us, you’ll have endless wealth and honor to enjoy." Unable to win, the man started trying to persuade.

Zhao Ting remained silent, focusing solely on attacking again and again.

It wasn’t every day he got the chance to freely exercise his martial skills.

When he was a prince, he never dared to reveal that he knew martial arts in front of others.

Later, as Zhao Ting, sparring with others always felt lacking.

During fugitive pursuits, those who weren’t being chased were a bit fierce and cunning, but their skills weren’t worth ntioning.

Right now, he at least needed to enjoy himself.

Perhaps realizing he was being used for practice, the man’s face turned grim.

"Even if you don’t agree, there’s no need to humiliate soone like this." The man said angrily.

"I’m seriously fighting you; how is that humiliating?" Zhao Ting responded. "Since that’s the case, let give you a quick end."

"He Yan, leave him alive." ng Yao quickly shouted.

"No problem."

Soon, the man felt even more humiliated.

Zhao Ting tapped him lightly a few tis, rendering the man unable to even hold his sword.

"He Yan, quickly dislocate his jaw!" ng Yao exclaid.

Zhao Ting was montarily confused, but followed ng Yao’s instructions to dislocate the man’s jaw.

ng Yao walked up, "Lucky that you acted quickly, He Yan, or else he would definitely have bitten the poison to commit suicide."

"Bite the poison to commit suicide?" Zhao Ting was puzzled.

"He Yan, you might not know, these people often hide poison in their teeth. If they fail their mission, to prevent leaking secrets, they will imdiately bite the poison hidden in their teeth to take their own lives." ng Yao explained.

As she spoke, she pried open the man’s mouth.

Prepared to demonstrate, ng Yao wondered: Why is there nothing there?

How could he not follow the routine?

"Madam, where did you learn about poison hidden in teeth?" Zhao Ting asked.

ng Yao instinctively answered, "Isn’t that how it always is in TV dramas?"

"What is TV?" Zhao Ting had never heard of the term.

ng Yao ca to her senses and realized she slipped up, quickly covering up, "It’s a form of acting out the stories from those booklets."

Then Zhao Ting understood; it’s like a theatre troupe putting on a play.

"Seems like you’ve been misled by those stories, Madam." Zhao Ting chuckled, "There is indeed such a saying about poison in teeth, but those people are usually death warriors. In Zhou Country, only a few people are capable of raising death warriors. Moreover, the kind of poison that takes a life the mont it is bitten is extrely rare."

Well, TV did mislead people, and it made her a laughingstock.

However, it seed He Yan didn’t have the intention to mock her, so ng Yao didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

"Why are you here, He Yan?" ng Yao asked.

Appearing at such a critical mont, saving her life.

The timing was just too precise.

So now, ng Yao instinctively beca cautious.

"I went to the White Cloud Temple and got so information from those people." Zhao Ting said, "I rushed back to the County Governnt and interrogated that Wu Kong Taoist together with the County Magistrate, learning that soone intends to harm you."

So, the task Ren Zhong gave him was this.

"But how did you find in such a short ti?" ng Yao asked.

Zhao Ting released a small creature nad Xiaodou, "Xiaodou has the skill to track scents, which is how I caught up with Madam so quickly."

ng Yao was almost stunned by its cuteness.

Its two small, black eyes twinkled, full of spirit.

Its bushy tail was strikingly large, nearly as big as its body.

From the head, it sowhat resembled a hamster.

Overall, it looked a bit like a squirrel.

Size-wise, it was palm-sized, and ng Yao couldn’t figure out what kind of animal it was.

"Madam, would you like to pet Xiaodou?" Zhao Ting asked.

Only then did ng Yao realize, the person in front of her had been calling her ’Madam’ all along.

Even though she knew the other person didn’t an it that way, ng Yao still felt her face flush a bit.

"No, no, let’s hurry back, or else Chang’an and the others will be worried." ng Yao cleared her throat and said seriously, "I’ll always rember the life-saving grace of He Yan, and will surely repay it when there’s a chance."

Now wasn’t the ti for wild thoughts; if they didn’t hurry back, who knows how anxious those children would be!

You’re not so lovestruck young girl, ng Yao scolded herself internally.

"No need to worry, madam; they have already been taken back by the County Magistrate with his n. On my way here, I left marks for the Governnt Official; they should be here soon." Zhao Ting said.

Zhao Ting tied up the man, lifted the curtain, and prepared to throw him inside.

Inside, several people were lying haphazardly.

ng Yao calmly explained, "They’re all from the sa group, but they underestimated and let their guard down, allowing to slip sothing into their drink. He Yan should quickly tie them up before they wake up unexpectedly."

Zhao Ting couldn’t help but swallow, seems he too was careless.

At the sa ti, Zhao Ting’s curiosity about ng Yao grew stronger.

After all, in the mory of the original Zhao Ting, Mrs. ng seems just an ordinary woman.

How was this ordinary?

He had never seen any ordinary woman who could endure pain without a sound, bandage herself, and not even give others a chance to be concerned.

Zhao Ting silently bound the people in the carriage securely, unable to suppress his curiosity, cautiously asked, "Madam, you have impressive skills. Who taught you?"

Using Zhao Ting as an excuse so many tis, ng Yao imdiately replied, "My late husband taught ."

Late husband Zhao Ting: ...

It seed the mories of the original Zhao Ting hadn’t fully recovered.