Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 787: Chapter 649: Brother’s Protection (Part 3)

"Moreover, the third miss of the Meng Family was married to the Capital City at twelve years old, she’s someone who returned home after separating, no longer a pure jade."

Amu Shan recalled that soft figure and the glimpse of the captivating beauty beneath the veil, unable to shake it from his mind no matter how hard he tried.

"When Amu Shan sets his eyes on something, he never fails to get it!"

"This..."

"I want to kill those people from the Central Plains!"

Prefect Cao understood he was referring to the other two men who competed for the embroidered ball with him today.

"Good nephew, don’t be impulsive, I’ve already sent someone to inquire. The men who grabbed the embroidered ball today are high officials from the Capital City, a First Rank Grand Commander of the court. He’s involved with the Meng lady without proper matchmaking. Therefore, Master Meng arranged today’s ball throwing for marriage."

At this point, he couldn’t help but doubt if Master Meng had gone mad.

A merchant daring to disregard a court official.

Being favored by a prominent official is already a blessing bestowed upon the Shang Family after eight lifetimes of virtue.

Yet he still pushes them away.

If he were that high official, he would have long ignored Master Meng’s unreasonable antics and wiped out the Meng Family.

"This high official probably has genuine feelings for the Meng lady, good nephew, listen to your uncle’s advice, let’s not compete with him."

For a man to reach this level, can sincerity truly explain it?

The phrase "deeply rooted love" wouldn’t be considered an exaggeration.

Amu Shan furiously declared, "I don’t care! I must have that woman!"

At this time, Amu Shan planned to give Prefect Cao’s beautiful concubine, holding a jug of fine wine, she stepped into the room.

She moved gracefully, alluringly, with eyes like silk threads, a mere glance could make a man’s bones melt.

She placed the wine jug down, and sat on Prefect Cao’s lap, encircling his neck with her smooth arms, coquettishly saying:

"I remember you people from the Central Plains have a saying, ’A strong dragon won’t crush a local snake!’ You are the earthly emperor of You State, you’re the greatest in all of You State! Are you afraid of him then?"

Prefect Cao was flattered to the point of losing his senses.

He chuckled and said, "Naturally, I’m not afraid, I just act with caution, planning for the long term."

Amu Shan scoffed disdainfully, "You Central Plains people are so wishy-washy! Tonight, I’ll storm into the Meng Family, kill that court official, and seize his woman!"

"Good nephew! Don’t be reckless!"

Prefect Cao got up to stop him, but was pushed back into the chair by the enchanting concubine’s hands.

...

Amu Shan rode a horse, galloping towards the Meng Family in a fury.

Halfway there, a tall figure carrying a Heavy Sword blocked his path.

Seemingly waiting on the calm street for a long time, long enough to blend with the night.

"Get out of the way!"

Amu Shan made no move to slow down, nor did he intend to avoid him, heading straight for the man.

But as he drew close in an instant, the man slapped the horse’s head with a palm.

The galloping horse let out a piercing scream, its hind legs raised high, man and horse both fell to the ground.

Amu Shan rolled on the dirty ground, steadied himself on one knee, and standing up, coldly looked at the man, "Who are you to dare block Amu Shan’s path!"

Chen Long slowly turned sideways, letting his countenance reflect in the cold moonlight.

Amu Shan was taken aback, "It’s you?"

Immediately, he put his hands on his hips, laughing mockingly, "You finally stopped being a coward! I went to the Meng Family today to find you, but you refused to show yourself, are you scared?"

Chen Long spoke expressionlessly, "Amu Shan, you shouldn’t have come to You State, nor should you provoke those you shouldn’t provoke."

Amu Shan loudly laughed, "You mean yourself? Or your newly adopted sister? I remember you had a sister before named... Shang Jiu? She died so tragically! Hiding in the water tank, I found her, her clothes scant... she really resembles the Meng lady. Strangely enough, when I see the Meng lady, she reminds me of her, and back then, she managed to escape. But the Meng lady won’t be so lucky."

Chen Long took out the Sword Box from his back, flipped it in his hand, and with a snap, opened it.

Amu Shan mocked, "Is this the sword your Central Plains foster father gave you? I almost forgot, what was your Central Plains name again? Shang—Xu?"

He brazenly declared, "Once I’ve seized the Meng lady, I’ll come and kill you, to clear the family disgrace for my father!"

"You weren’t like this when you were young."

Chen Long said faintly.

Amu Shan opened his arms, "When I was young, I was just your little follower! Now, you’re a prisoner, and I, I am a Loulan prince!"

A flash of sword light.

Amu Shan was dumbstruck, frozen in place.

A ring of blood appeared on his neck, followed by a spurt of blood.

He quickly covered his throat, trying to press down on the wound that had been sealed by the sword.

Chen Long stood behind him, back facing him.

He fell straight down, unable to believe his own brother had killed him...

Chen Long coldly said, "If you were to kill Lu Yuan, I wouldn’t have stopped you, but you shouldn’t have touched her."

He walked a few steps in the dark, as if speaking to the night, or perhaps noticing the shadows hidden in the darkness:

"Tell the Loulan King, I’ve returned for revenge."