Transmigration with Cheat Codes Chapter 47.2: Winter Plums

The disciples of the Green Moth Palace had a distinct regional style of dressing that made them easily recognizable. One was lying quietly, while another was lying noisily.

They all shared the common characteristic of having their facial features facing downward and their backs facing upward.

Additionally, there was a girl near the scene who was suspected of being the assailant. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and she stood silently under a winter plum tree without uttering a word.

Nan Qi quickly approached Ah Zhuo to confirm that, although she was unconscious, she was still breathing. This eased some of his concerns.

He then dispatched subordinates to contact others from the Green Moth Palace and reached out to his superiors for assistance.

Turning to Meng Jintang, who had arrived at the scene before them, Nan Qi said, "Miss, the situation unfolded suddenly. I need you to remove your hood from your head."

His request was aimed at confirming the identity of the person. As he spoke, there was some apprehension in his heart—what if this girl, who was suspected of being the assailant, had some habit of never revealing her face in front of strangers?

After resolving the matter, Nan Qi might have to consider whether to gouge out his own eyes, depending on the prestige of Nanjia Fort.

Meng Jintang had been wearing a hood outside primarily to avoid being rude when coughing, so she didn't mind revealing her face. Following the request of the host here, she raised her hand and removed her hood.

When she looked over, everyone felt as if they had locked eyes with her for a moment.

The winter sunlight sprinkled down coldly.

The snowfall intensified.

To the point where only the color of snow remained in the world, and all other hues melted into the vast expanse of pale whiteness.

The faint fragrance seemed to solidify in the air, and the withered branches resembled distant mountain rocks against the sky, meandering and slanting.

These branches had not yet sprouted new leaves, but clusters of small flowers, varying in intensity, bloomed together. Originally soft and restrained, these round blossoms now, adorned with snow, exhibited a serene and chilly beauty amidst the crystalline surroundings.

Lin Zhiqi, lying on the ground with his back facing everyone, was unable to move. His heart was filled with a mixture of fear and dread. Suspicion of sustaining a severe injury also plagued his thoughts.

In a state similar to a struggling, anxious student nearing the end of the semester who couldn't concentrate on the lesson, he experienced an unexpected symptom of auditory disengagement.

Failing to promptly grasp the most crucial point in Nan Qi’s words, the word ‘young lady’, he shouted loudly before Meng Jintang could speak, "That fiend is lusting after our young mistress. Don't believe her nonsense!"

Meng Jintang was speechless.

Martial artists tend to marry late, and for her, engaging in a romantic relationship at this age could be considered an early start.

Faced with the accusations from that young man, Meng Jintang was momentarily uncertain whether to first defend her character or clarify her orientation.

Nan Qi silently furrowed his brow.

Meng Jintang leaned against the winter plum tree, wearing a slight smile on her face. Similar situations could be resolved in different ways, and it was evident that the young man lacked intelligence.

If the Green Moth Palace disciples were to be truly killed before getting involved, the encounter would undoubtedly be of the highest difficulty. However, if discovered in advance, dealing with it would naturally be much easier.

Nan Qi inquired solemnly, "Young friend, may I ask whom you are referring to as the assailant in your words?"

He had reservations and dared not use the term ‘fiend’ directly. When mentioning the matter, he carefully adhered to the other person's words, avoiding any potential entanglements.

Meng Jintang probably understood the source of the misunderstanding and timely cleared her throat softly.

Lin Zhiqi immediately exclaimed, "It's that person who coughed! I recognize her voice!"

Nan Qi was speechless.

Lin Zhiqi collected his thoughts, considering the unfortunate heavy snowfall the previous night. If others were to realize that besides the guards, only he and Ah Zuo left footprints in the snow, it would undoubtedly raise suspicions.

He added a few more details to set the scene, "The assailant had extremely powerful martial skills, arriving mid-air and stabbing the young mistress from behind."

Meng Jintang was speechless.

This situation was indeed unfortunate. There weren't many experts within Nanjia Fort who could move effortlessly through the snow and traverse the air without leaving a trace, but she happened to be one of them.

Nan Qi subconsciously looked towards Meng Jintang. Under the winter plum tree, where the young girl in the silver fur coat stood, only a slight collapse of the top layer of snow could be seen, with no discernible footprints at all.

Indeed, she possessed remarkable qinggong!

Lin Zhiqi continued to sob, "After the assailant stabbed the young master, he intended to silence me as well. If it weren't for your timely arrival, I'm afraid I would have met a tragic fate."

“……”

Meng Jintang felt like if he had enough time to fabricate a story, he should have endured the pain and turned around to glance at her gender first. After that, he could consider how to extend the plot.

She sighed softly, plucked a plum blossom with her hand, and flicked it with her fingers. The delicate flower collided with a distant snowball, creating a loud sound as both the flower and the snow burst into tiny fragments.

"If I wanted to silence you, I could have done it before the brothers from Nanjia Fort arrived. It's precisely because I intended to leave someone alive that I only used thirty percent of my strength."

This was half of the truth. When Lin Zhiqi was trying to escape for his life, he displayed remarkably strong evasion skills, stirring Meng Jintang's competitive spirit. That's when she decided to use a hidden dart that couldn't be avoided.

Since she transmigrated, Meng Jintang had been coughing daily, and her speaking tone unconsciously became lower and more measured.

Nevertheless, even so, it was apparent that she was a young woman. Lin Zhiqi suddenly realized that he had made a crucial mistake. Ignoring the pain, he swiftly turned around.

The young girl stood beneath the winter plum tree. Although her gaze was clear, there was a faint, profound aura about her. Lin Zhiqi took only one glance, and he couldn't help but shudder involuntarily.

Meng Jintang coughed softly twice, causing the accumulated snow on the winter plum branches to shake off, landing on her eyebrows and eyelashes. Surprisingly, it didn't immediately melt.

Lin Zhiqi wondered, ‘With such a low body temperature, how long has this girl been standing here? Has she seen everything that happened?’

Meng Jintang was unaware of the other person's thoughts, but she noticed the peculiar gaze. Brushing off the snowflakes with her hand, she reflected inwardly. Her current physical condition was indeed a bit embarrassing for a warm-blooded creature in terms of temperature.