Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 832: Chapter 680: Fetal Movement

"How is it? Is my sincerity enough?"

Yu Chenglou asked.

Meng Qianqian said, "Do you know what’s most important when doing business?"

Yu Chenglou asked suspiciously, "Sincerity?"

Meng Qianqian confidently replied, "Value. The most important intelligence is already in hand. To me, you’re not worth much anymore, so it’s not worth the risk of being schemed against by you and Ayimulan."

"You!"

Yu Chenglou choked with anger, "You’re discarding me like a donkey at the mill!"

Meng Qianqian calmly said, "If you insist on being a donkey, there’s nothing I can do."

Yu Chenglou was livid.

Are people from the Central Plains really so sharp-tongued?

I thought this girl was just skilled in martial arts. Turns out her words are just as formidable!

The masters who lost to her were all probably angered to death, right?

He looked at Lu Yuan and Chen Long on the side, and found that neither of them felt that she was being unreasonable. Instead, they looked at her with an indulgent gaze.

He deeply regretted it.

What kind of people are these?

Or perhaps, he should ask, just what kind of den of thieves did he walk into?

Tan’er seriously said, "Sister! Capture him and squeeze out every drop of intelligence!"

Meng Qianqian said softly, "No need. One must have a conscience. Let him go."

Yu Chenglou staggered and almost fell.

If he hadn’t experienced it firsthand, he’d almost believe it.

To cheat him out of so much intelligence and then talk about having a conscience?

Meng Qianqian looked innocently at Yu Chenglou, "Not leaving? Really want to be captured?"

Yu Chenglou took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said, "My ancestors were once favored by the Princely Consort. For the Princely Heir’s sake, I’ll give you one last piece of advice—beware of the Loulan Witch, and never engage him lightly."

"What happens if we engage him?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Yu Chenglou smiled, "That’s the next piece of intelligence."

Meng Qianqian decisively said, "Tan’er, see the guest out."

"Okay!"

Tan’er jumped off the stone table and politely gestured to Yu Chenglou, "This way, please, honored guest!"

Yu Chenglou squinted his eyes, turned, and left the courtyard.

Meng Lang asked flippantly, "Hey, really let him go? I think he still has some intelligence left."

Chen Long shot him a cold glance, "Who are you calling ’hey’?"

Meng Lang immediately sat up straight and corrected himself sheepishly, "Sister."

Meng Qianqian slightly curved her lips, "He’ll come back to us."

The greater the cost someone pays, the less willing they are to give up.

This time not actively seeking Yu Chenglou was a gamble on his urgency.

They won the bet. Yu Chenglou was more eager to cooperate than they were.

Thus, he would continuously offer more and more sincerity, and they could gain more valuable clues, even... assistance.

Thinking of something, Meng Qianqian murmured, "But what did he mean by not taking on the Loulan Witch lightly? Today’s imperial grandfather had a bout with him."

Chen Long thought for a moment and said, "The Emperor Liang is probably fine; he must be referring to us."

Meng Qianqian also felt that the Emperor Liang wasn’t in danger given his martial arts skills.

She looked at Lu Yuan beside her, "What are you thinking?"

Lu Yuan said, "Thinking about that prophecy."

Mentioning the prophecy made Chen Long’s expression more grave.

Meng Qianqian said seriously, "Brother, it’s not your fault. The Shang Family’s deep enmity has nothing to do with you."

"I brought the Loulan people here."

He said, enduring immense guilt and pain, then silently returned to his room.

Meng Qianqian stood up, intending to follow him, but Lu Yuan grabbed her wrist.

"Let him have some peace."

Meng Qianqian sighed, "The ones causing harm are the Loulan people. Brother is innocent. The Loulan people are ambitious. Even without the prophecy, our Shang Family would still be a thorn in their side."

Lu Yuan said, "That’s why he needs to figure it out on his own."

Meng Qianqian nodded.

Lu Yuan added, "We shouldn’t completely trust what Yu Chenglou said, but neither can we dismiss it entirely. I’ll have someone investigate, especially that prophecy. By the way, did you hear of any similar prophecies when you were in West City?"

Meng Qianqian shook her head, "I don’t remember."

Lu Yuan analyzed, "Chen Long’s reaction seemed like he hadn’t heard of it. So even if the prophecy is true, few people know about it."

Meng Qianqian pondered, "Could Ayimulan wanting to become the Princess Consort of Loulan be related to this prophecy? If she wants to be the queen of the Western Regions, she first has to conquer Loulan."

Lu Yuan acknowledged with a hum and gave Shangguan Ling a look.

Shangguan Ling understood immediately, and slipped away into the night, preparing to investigate the intelligence provided by Yu Chenglou.

Yu Zichuan and Qing Shuang each went their separate ways.

The gossip squad disbanded on the spot.

Meng Qianqian sat in the courtyard, gazing at the endless night, murmuring to herself, "The king of the Western Regions, is brother really destined to be the king of the Western Regions?"

She turned her head and found that Lu Yuan was looking at her intently, prompting her to ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Yuan smiled, "Ah, nothing. I just think it would be great if Chen Long became the king of the Western Regions."

Meng Qianqian was silent.

Suddenly, she clutched her stomach, gasping.

Lu Yuan’s expression changed, and he quickly leaned toward her, holding her arm nervously, "What’s wrong?"

Meng Qianqian’s breath hitched, "My stomach..."

Lu Yuan’s voice was filled with concern, "Does it hurt?"

Meng Qianqian took his hand and gently placed it on her slightly bulging belly, "The baby moved."

Like a small pearl gliding through a string of gentle ripples, her whole heart softened.

Lu Yuan stared blankly at her stomach, his palm growing hot, he asked seriously and in confusion, "Where did it move?"

Meng Qianqian: "It just moved."

Lu Yuan bent down and placed his ear against her belly.

Gurgle~

Meng Qianqian’s stomach growled.

Lu Yuan: "...Are you hungry?"

Meng Qianqian: Uh, how embarrassing.

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The three-day deadline arrived.

The Emperor Liang woke up early, first having breakfast with the old lady, playing a few rounds of leaf cards, losing several hundred taels of silver, and they both ended up cursing the new trashy novels they bought recently, leaving the Tinglan Courtyard satisfied.

He was about to go fight Loulan.

As the saying goes, a mother worries when her child travels.

The old lady packed some provisions and a water pouch for him.

Anyone who didn’t know might really think he was going to war at the border.

He proudly accepted it all.

He was someone with a mother to see him off!

Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan, and their gossip squad naturally went to watch, but Treasure Piggy did not go.

The little guy wasn’t happy.

The old lady coaxed, "Alright, they’ll go fight, and you can stay in the mansion with me!"

The little guy was extremely resentful.

The group quickly arrived at Weiyang Building.

Surprisingly, the building had been reserved; people were watching from nearby, but no one could enter the main hall.

Except for them.

Meng Qianqian asked Lu Yuan, "Was this your arrangement?"

Lu Yuan, "I didn’t."

Once inside Weiyang Building, Meng Qianqian understood what was going on.

Because she saw a familiar face.

"Duan Mingyue?"

Duan Mingyue was sitting in a wheelchair, smiling lightly at the couple, "Long time no see, hope you’ve been well."

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Yuan asked with a look of disdain.

Duan Mingyue laughed, spreading his hands, "Look how third brother puts it, Weiyang Building is mine, where else would I be?"