Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 795: Chapter 653: Return to the Capital

He whispered the last few words in Meng Qianqian’s ear, then his head drooped.

Meng Qianqian closed his eyes that wouldn’t shut on their own.

Shangguan Ling was utterly shocked.

He felt he had heard something incredible, yet he dared not confirm it.

Lu Yuan said, "Deal with the body."

"...Understood."

He carried Protector Li out.

The Grand Commander meant to deal with it, not to bury it.

He waited a bit at the door, checking if Meng Qianqian had anything to say.

There was none.

Shangguan Ling felt a surge of respect.

Though he didn’t know the full story, he could guess the gist.

Protector Li had once been a traitor, found his conscience before death, redeemed himself, and gave the Young Madam some very important clues.

If it were another woman, she would have felt pity long ago and found a peaceful place to bury him well.

The Young Madam would not let her rationality be easily swallowed.

She had no right to forgive all the Shang Family’s wronged souls on their behalf.

Lu Yuan said to Meng Qianqian, "Did you get the information you wanted?"

Meng Qianqian nodded, "I got it."

Lu Yuan said, "That’s good then."

"Lu Yuan."

She called his name, "What if it’s false?"

"It doesn’t matter."

Lu Yuan said without hesitation, "I just love exposing those self-righteous scams."

Meng Qianqian understood, he didn’t love exposing them, he was willing to accompany her through thick and thin.

Lu Yuan helped her up, tucked her locks behind her ear: "I’ll send you back to your room first, I’ll handle the aftermath."

Meng Qianqian looked into his deep and steadfast eyes, feeling immense strength from them.

She nodded, "Alright."

Lu Yuan left the Meng Family after Meng Qianqian fell asleep.

He walked into a quiet alley, arrived at the only inhabited residence, hands behind his back, staring at the closed courtyard gate for a long time.

Ultimately, he did not knock.

After all, someone as aloof as he wouldn’t easily lift his hand.

He thought for a moment, then used Qinggong to enter the courtyard.

Separated by a door.

One person standing in the wind, one seated playing chess.

Even the night sky seemed divided in two.

Lu Yuan unfastened a sachet from his waist, threw it with inner strength into the room, landing precisely on the chessboard of the cloaked man.

Afterward, Lu Yuan left.

It was quite coincidental.

Lan Yeyue had just arrived and caught sight of Lu Yuan’s departing figure.

Her expression changed, she hurried inside: "Are you alright?"

The cloaked man was fine, the chessboard and teaware on the table were intact.

Only a sachet had been added to the chessboard.

Lan Yeyue opened the sachet, discovering a porcelain bottle emitting a faint herbal fragrance inside.

Just smelling it made her mind feel a refreshing coolness.

She curiously pulled out the stopper, poured out a golden pill.

Her eyes instantly widened: "This is... Rejuvenation Pill of the Witch Mountain Divine Hall!"

There were only two Rejuvenation Pills, given by the Goddess to Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian, one each.

This pill was meant to save their lives.

Even the mighty Medicine King Valley wouldn’t dare say they have a more life-extending elixir than the Rejuvenation Pill today.

It wasn’t that the medical skills of Medicine King Valley weren’t sufficient, but the materials for the Rejuvenation Pill could only be gathered from Witch Mountain.

"He actually gave you something so precious."

Lan Yeyue laughed icily.

Lu Yuan, oh Lu Yuan, do you want to repay her life debt?

What on earth is so good about her?

All of you, one after another, are willing to risk everything for her, even your own lives!

-

The moon was dark, the wind high.

Yu Zichuan sat on the rooftop polishing a bow.

In the past, he polished his own bow; ever since he acquired the Houyi Bow, he polished even more diligently.

Chen Long sat ten steps away, enjoying the early summer breeze.

Ji Li passed by, looked up at them, half-smiling: "Hey, staying up late and feeding mosquitoes, are you?"

Yu Zichuan glanced at his feet, saw the incense was still burning, and continued polishing his bow.

Chen Long remained silent, just quietly gazing toward the Western Regions.

Ji Li performed Qinggong, leaped onto the rooftop, struck a dashing pose, and sat beside him.

"It’s time to return to Capital City."

Ji Li said, "Loulan’s envoy is here, you can’t hide the fact that you killed Amushan."

"I never intended to hide it."

Chen Long said expressionlessly.

Ji Li mischievously suggested: "How about pinning it on Lu Yuan? After all, he’s your brother-in-law, it’s only fair for him to take the blame for you. Besides, he’s got plenty of blood on his hands, one more won’t make a difference."

Chen Long glanced at him.

Ji Li shook his folded fan: "Just kidding."

Chen Long no longer looked at him.

Ji Li magically produced a pot of wine: "Top-grade Daughter Red, very hard to find."

Chen Long said, "I don’t drink."

Ji Li said, "You’re not...scared to drink, are you? Afraid of getting drunk?"

Chen Long coldly glared at him, took the wine pot, and gulped a big mouthful.

Ji Li laughed: "That’s more like it. Actually, it’s nothing much, although Amushan was your brother, ultimately you’ve not been a Loulan person for a long time; you’re Shang Xu of the Shang Family, you’re one of us."

He grew more serious towards the end.

Though not as flippant as Lu Yuan, he still didn’t like uttering such sentimental words.

Tonight, he spoke from the heart.

Among the Twelve Guards, no one submitted to another.

Yet somewhere along the line, they... truly became comrades in life and death.

"Don’t you have anything to say to this Commander Guard?"

Ji Li had just finished speaking when a loud thud was heard.

It was Chen Long who had fallen flat.

Ji Li: "....!!"

...

"This guy, really heavy!"

In the darkness, Ji Li struggled to carry the dead-drunk Chen Long on his back.

The person you got drunk, you must carry back even if on your knees...

-

Meng Qianqian stayed in You State for three more days.

She saw her two brothers, Meng Xuan, and her two cousins, visited her grandfather and uncle and aunt from the Yu Family, fulfilling everyone’s longing in the capacity of Meng Qianqian.

Later, she also went to the alley that Uncle Meng mentioned.

Unfortunately, it was already vacant.

He was gone.

Mao Tu had also left.

The old master of the Meng Family locked himself in his room, not stepping out for days.

The Meng Family members didn’t know the details of his conversation with Meng Qianqian, assuming it was a disagreement over the tossing of the silk ball to choose a husband.

On the day of departure, Meng Qianqian went to his room.

"Why have you come to see me?"

Old Master Meng asked.

Meng Qianqian felt the ache in her heart, murmured softly, "You really are a soft-hearted person."

Old Master Meng didn’t understand who she was speaking to.

Meng Qianqian looked at Old Master Meng: "She asks you to take care."

Old Master Meng’s eyes reddened with regret.

"By the way, there’s one more thing for which I’ve come."

Meng Qianqian spoke lightly and casually, "I’m taking Meng Lang with me."

On a sunny morning, the family set off back to the Capital City.

Third Aunt Yan cried rivers of tears.

She couldn’t bear to part with Meng Qianqian, nor with Treasure Piggy, who had stayed in her room for several days.

Mrs. Ji choked with tears: "Qianqian, take care, remember to write home often once you reach the Capital City."

"Okay."

Meng Qianqian did not refuse.

"Woooo..."

Meng Tianlan also cried tearfully.

Meng Tianhe rebuked, "You’re a grown man, what are you crying about?"

Meng Tianlan cried to the skies: "I can’t bear to leave my sworn brother!"

Lu Yuan: "..."