Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 816: Chapter 667:

A longsword reached into the carriage window, resting horizontally against his neck.

At the same time, a cold and murderous voice sounded from outside the carriage: "Say it again."

Meng Lang immediately backed down: "I’ll go, I’ll go tomorrow."

Chen Long sheathed his sword.

Meng Qianqian’s lips curved slightly.

One thing overshadows another, indeed.

After getting off the carriage, Meng Lang returned to the courtyard in a huff.

Tan’er, exhausted from playing, yawned and went to sleep.

The little one had played all day at the Supreme Emperor’s place and had used up all his energy, falling asleep deeply in Qing Shuang’s arms.

Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan got off the carriage.

Chen Long looked Meng Qianqian up and down, seeing her unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let’s talk inside."

Lu Yuan gave Chen Long a look.

Chen Long noticed the shadow trailing in secret and intended to advance but was stopped by Meng Qianqian shaking her head.

Chen Long turned and entered the mansion.

"Are the people from Loulan tailing you?"

He asked.

Meng Qianqian replied, "It should just be a blinding technique."

Chen Long thought for a moment and nodded, "If Ayimulan wanted to do it, it would be more covert. Did the people from Loulan cause a scene at the banquet today?"

Meng Qianqian smiled slightly, "It wasn’t exactly a scene. They sent a dancing girl to the Emperor’s harem and had their strongest man, Du Nu, compete with Meng Lang. Meng Lang won."

Chen Long said, "If he had lost, he could have come back to see me with his head."

Lu Yuan let out a snort.

Chen Long looked at him coldly, "Do you have any objections?"

Lu Yuan crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, "No."

Chen Long: "If you do, keep it to yourself."

Lu Yuan: "Alright, you’re the brother-in-law, I’ll let it slide."

He was in a good mood today and decided not to argue with a certain someone.

Meng Qianqian got back to the main topic and talked about her bet with the Loulan Queen.

"I asked about the Merchant’s Military Book to test if it was in her possession. She answered straightforwardly, not sure if it’s true or not."

Chen Long said, "Whether it’s true or not, we’ll find out."

Meng Qianqian frowned, "Brother, are you planning to..."

"I’m stepping out for a bit."

Chen Long, carrying the heavy sword, left the mansion without hesitation.

Meng Qianqian turned back, "He..."

Lu Yuan said calmly, "Sooner or later, someone has to go. It’s unstoppable."

Meng Qianqian sensed something amiss, "Do you... know something?"

Lu Yuan sighed, "I’m just guessing. Perhaps there’s been a personal grudge between Ayimulan and Chen Long for a long time."

The moon was dark, and the wind was high.

The Loulan envoys returned to the official residence specially prepared for them.

Du Nu was seriously injured, and the Loulan doctor was treating him with all his might.

Mo Yi stood coldly by the bedside, asking the doctor, "How is it?"

The doctor shook his head, "Hard to say, I’ll do my best."

Mo Yi understood that Du Nu’s odds were not good; even if he survived, his martial arts skills could never be fully restored.

It wasn’t a physical limitation but rather his willpower that had been shattered by that young man.

In the final moment of their duel, he saw the fear in Du Nu’s eyes clearly.

This was something he had never seen on the young man’s face.

No matter how dire the situation, the young man had never feared Du Nu.

Mo Yi went to see the Loulan Queen and truthfully reported Du Nu’s condition to her.

The Loulan Queen’s expression showed no worry at all, "Understood."

Mo Yi was not concerned either.

The strength of Loulan was far more complicated than it appeared.

Mo Yi had more to report, but Ayimulan said, "You may withdraw first, do not disturb me tonight."

Although baffled, Mo Yi respectfully complied, "Yes."

After Mo Yi left, Ayimulan dismissed the female envoy.

The room was left with only herself.

She drank the cold water, saying calmly, "Reveal yourself."

Chen Long pushed the door open from the shadows, stepping in slowly.

His sharp and icy gaze never left Ayimulan for a moment.

Without looking his way, Ayimulan asked, "What should I call you now? Shang Xu, or the Loulan Princely Heir?"

"Up to you."

Chen Long coldly replied.

He glanced around the empty room and asked, "You sent everyone away, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?"

Ayimulan calmly said, "If you kill me, you’ll never retrieve the Merchant’s Military Book."

Chen Long asked, "So the Military Book is with you."

Ayimulan paused for a moment, "Let me think, how would the people of Central Plains say it? The Military Book isn’t in my hands, but I have someone who can write it."

As she spoke, she finally cast an indecipherable look at Chen Long.

Chen Long’s pupils shrunk, and he clenched his fists.

The person who could write the Merchant’s Military Book, could it be—

Ayimulan withdrew her gaze, "Don’t act rashly, Shang Xu."

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"Son... hurry..."

"Mother... what’s wrong with you?"

"Mother is not going to make it... you must leave here at once... remember not to tell anyone you have been here..."