Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 843: Chapter 691

"Go back."

She said to Lu Yuan.

No matter how many guesses there are in her heart, they are just guesses; everything needs to be confirmed.

So many years have passed, what’s a little more time?

Lu Yuan held her hand: "Don’t hold too much hope."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "I know."

Without hope, there would be no disappointment.

"However, days full of hope don’t seem bad either."

Listening to her words, Lu Yuan didn’t refute her and didn’t persuade her further.

To ordinary people, the pain of disappointment is hard to bear.

But she is different.

Her swordsmanship is unmatched by many men.

The amount of hope she can embrace is the amount of disappointment she can endure.

"Ah."

Before entering the room, she suddenly covered her belly and let out a gentle cry.

Lu Yuan’s heart tightened as he supported her and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Meng Qianqian breathed lightly and looked at Lu Yuan, her eyes sparkling: "The baby moved again."

The previous fetal movement felt like water gently moving, honestly not very clear.

However, this time, she truly felt the presence of the little one.

He seems to be responding to her, comforting her, accompanying her.

Lu Yuan’s expression relaxed as his large hand gently covered her slightly swollen belly.

He couldn’t feel the little one.

He had privately asked Nanny Li, and Nanny Li said that fetal movements at four to five months are not obvious; they slightly strengthen by six months.

At that time, women actually also endure hardship.

Lu Yuan both hoped to feel the little one and hoped that the little one wouldn’t move too much.

An orchestrating Grand Commander has never had such a difficult moment.

Meng Qianqian looked up and saw someone’s distressed face, involuntarily laughed: "What are you thinking? You look so worried."

Lu Yuan paused, pointed at her belly seriously and said: "He’d better not be too naughty."

Meng Qianqian asked, amused: "What will you do if he’s naughty?"

Lu Yuan snorted: "Beat him."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

The little one: "..."

The night is deep and quiet.

The Capital City fell asleep, like a dormant lion.

Under the cool moonlight, a figure swiftly traversed the eaves of Governor Mansion.

He wore night clothes, almost blending in with the night, his footsteps merging into the wind.

East Courtyard.

Yu Zichuan holding his Houyi Bow, turned over.

He opened his eyes, glanced at the roof, and slept again.

In another room, Meng Lang suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the silent roof, and sat up in shock.

Then he threw off the quilt, got out of bed, pushed open the window, and stretched his neck to look up, frowned and chased out.

His Qinggong isn’t top-notch, but it’s definitely not bad; otherwise, with his obstinacy, Chen Long would’ve beaten him to death long ago.

However, every time he was about to catch up with the opponent, the opponent slipped away from under his nose like a slippery fish.

He gritted his teeth: "Where’d this expert come from? So bizarre."

His first thought was Yucheng Building.

But he quickly dismissed that guess.

Not to mention Yucheng Building had long secretly brokered a deal with them, there’s no need to be so secretive; just based on Yucheng Building’s Qinggong, there’s absolutely no way they could lose him.

"I see him! There!"

He jumped up and charged behind the fake mountain, punching towards the opponent.

Boom!

He was mercilessly kicked away.

Ji Li calmly walked out, dusting off his clothes, and said flatly: "What thing dares touch my Commander’s Guard clothes?"

Meng Lang hanging from a branch: "...Why it’s you?"

Meng Lang plucked himself from the branch, walked to Ji Li and asked: "In the middle of the night, what are you doing sneaking around Governor Mansion?"

Ji Li snapped his fan open: "Who’s sneaking around? I’m walking through the back door openly!"

Walking through the back door... openly...

Do you realize what you’re saying?

Meng Lang dare not speak out.

Ji Li continued: "How did Chen Long pick such a dumb apprentice, the sneaky one is another person, can’t even tell who he’s tracking, so dumb!"

Meng Lang: "If you have a problem with my master, don’t scold me for it."

Meng Lang couldn’t catch him, but Ji Li could.

Meng Lang mused: "I realize your skills may not be worse than my master’s."

As soon as he spoke, a cold voice came from behind him: "What did you say?"

Meng Lang trembled, turned around stupefied: "Master!!!"

Can’t you walk with sound?

What is going on with you Twelve Guards?

Are you all ghosts?!

Usually, Ji Li would boast here but tonight’s assassin was quite bizarre.

He actually sneaked into Emperor Liang’s courtyard.

"Let’s go, follow along and see."

He said.

The three of them pursued discreetly.

Meng Lang was last.

He looked back and jumped in shock!

"When did you guys get here?!"

Yu Zichuan, Qing Shuang, Shangguan Ling... and a Cui Hu.

Yu Zichuan: "Move on, stop babbling."

Meng Lang: "..."

A large group of people surged forward mightily.

Meng Lang twitched his mouth.

The assassin knowing he was followed by so many, must have a psychological shadow as large as the entire Capital City, right?

Though there were many people, for caution’s sake, only Chen Long and Ji Li entered Emperor Liang’s courtyard.

The others could only squat at a corner drawing circles miserably.

The man in black pushed open Emperor Liang’s door and slipped inside.

Ji Li and Chen Long leaped onto the roof, removing a tile.

Ji Li mouthed the words: "Is Your Majesty asleep?"

Chen Long nodded, replying with a look: "Seems so."

Both saw a touch of oddity in each other’s eyes.

With Emperor Liang’s alertness, someone sneaking in unnoticed is impossible.

Sleeping so deeply, something’s wrong.

Both paused, their minds simultaneously flashing a person’s image—Loulan Witch!

Yucheng Building had warned them not to engage with Loulan Witch easily.

Today at Weiyang Building, Tan’er had shot an arrow at Loulan Witch and ended up suffering a backlash.

But Emperor Liang hadn’t done anything.

How did Loulan Witch plot against him?

Both hurriedly looked at the man in black.

The man in black drew a dagger from his waist.

Chen Long and Ji Li simultaneously prepared to strike, then held back.

They saw the man in black after drawing the dagger, take out a black object from his bosom, cut off a piece, and stuffed it into Emperor Liang’s mouth.

Afterward, the man stood by the bed, muttered some gibberish words they didn’t understand, and turned to leave the room.

"What was he just saying?"

"Don’t know."

"Not Loulan speech?"

Chen Long didn’t speak.

Ji Li: "Have you forgotten how Loulan speech goes?"

Chen Long: "...Shut up."

The two jumped down from the roof, went into Emperor Liang’s room.

Ji Li picked out the thing from Emperor Liang’s mouth: "Looks like Lingzhi."

Chen Long said: "Careful, it might be poisoned."

Ji Li wrapped it in a handkerchief: "Let’s have Little Yin Hu examine it later."

Chen Long checked Emperor Liang’s neck, tentatively called: "Your Majesty, wake up."

Emperor Liang remained unresponsive.