The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

10. This Is NingGuTa

Translator: Iris Guo

“There is only one entrance of the courtyard, and three chambers including the kitchen. You can live wherever you want, and there will be just you and the paralytic.” said Lao Jiang indifferently, who seemed to read A’Chou’s mind, “From now on, you guys live it well, and no one will disturb you. Nevertheless, if you begin to think about running away, aha, it’s not that I’m bluffing—Even if you can get away with us, as a weak girl, I’m afraid that you will never get out of NingGuTa. So, be smart. You got it?”

A’Chou hastened to nod like a chicken pecking at the rice: “Definitely, I won’t run for sure.”

Lao Jiang squinted at A’Chou and said unhurriedly: “Moreover, the paralytic is just an ordinary man, so he can no longer expect the government to support him. Do you understand?”

Yes, but…

A’Chou looked up at Lao Jiang and asked boldly: “But how can we live by ourselves?”

“Aha, you are a noble girl from the capital after all! I can tell that you are used to being privileged!” Lao Jiang grinned, then suddenly looked down at A’Chou with malicious eyes and snorted coldly,

“This is NingGuTa! Not the capital! No one will serve you! Definitely no one will support you! All must be done by yourself! Do you think you come here for an easy life?”

Immediately, A’Chou crouched on the ground with fear, covering her head with her arms.

“Lao Jiang, let’s go for a drink. I’ve been driving all day, and I’m freaking starving!” The guard with dark skin took several large pieces of baggage off the carriage, put them into the room randomly, and drew him away.

“Wait!” Lao Jiang suddenly shook off the guard’s hand and squinted at A’Chou who had been trembling. She squatted down with arms around her head, and Lao Jiang saw a thin red rope around her neck. Apparently, it was a pendant. When he grabbed the rope, A’Chou screamed and covered the pendant that was lifted to her throat. She stared at Lao Jiang’s fierce face in horror and looked pitiable. Then she kept begging him: “Officer, please don’t! It’s a memento from my mother, something to remind me of her! Please pity me and don’t take it! My mother left it to me! I will always wear it till I die!”

The guards were staring at him, and A’Chou kept crying. Lao Jiang got bored and loosened his grip. But he pinched a golden hairpin on the back of A’Chou’s hair immediately, which was also taken off from Miss Duan.

Before, the pale guard tried to make A’chou look more like Miss Duan by putting the hairpin onto A’Chou’s messy hair.

Lao Jiang took down the hairpin abruptly. A’Chou’s disheveled hair was down, and her body trembled with horror.

“It’s worth something,” said Lao Jiang, weighing the hairpin and pulling the pale guard out, “Lao Kong, let’s go for a drink!”

The guards were biological brothers. The pale guard, Kong Wenmin, was the elder, and the guard with dark skin was called Kong Wenjie.

“By the way, girl,” Lao Jiang jumped on the carriage, but suddenly turned and smiled viciously at A’Chou,

“I kindly remind you that you’d better feed liquid food to the paralytic, or you will be troubled.”

“Ah? What did you mean?” Apparently, A’Chou didn’t understand him.

But Lao Jiang ignored her and bent down into the carriage.