Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 864: Chapter 709

Mo Yi was about to burst with anger.

And such internal injuries were of no benefit to his evil skills.

"Mo Yi."

Ayimulan spoke again.

This time, her tone contained a clear severity.

Mo Yi promptly suppressed the anger that had been stirred within him.

Meng Lang knew when to stop and didn’t really anger this Loulan expert.

He continued eating peaches.

Suddenly remembering something, he extended the half-eaten peach in his hand to Meng Qianqian, "Want some?"

Meng Qianqian looked at the half-eaten crunchy peach with disdain, "What do you think?"

Meng Lang grunted, "Don’t eat it then! I don’t offer it to just anyone!"

Meng Qianqian chuckled, "Thanks a lot."

Meng Lang waved his hand, "You’re welcome, it’s just a peach, it’s not like I can’t afford it."

Mo Yi: "..."

Meng Lang seemed oblivious to Mo Yi’s eyes, which were constantly threatening to attack him.

He pointed at the hunting eagle cradled by Meng Qianqian, "Why is it here? Wasn’t it sent to find information about my master’s family?"

Meng Qianqian: "Why don’t you speak a little louder."

Meng Lang: "Are you deaf?"

Meng Qianqian: "I don’t know if I’m deaf, but you might soon be mute."

Meng Lang decisively took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Meng Qianqian.

However, he didn’t stay quiet for long before shamelessly sitting back beside Meng Qianqian.

"Honestly, for a Yin Hu Guard to be captured by Loulan people, it’s a bit humiliating."

Meng Qianqian replied coolly, "And aren’t you embarrassed mocking me while you pretend to be hit by a car on the street? After all, I was invited onto the carriage."

Meng Lang: "At least I managed to hitch a ride using my skills."

Meng Qianqian: "I was offered as a hostage with my skills. Do you think if I threw you onto the street, a Loulan person would even glance at you?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Mo Yi: "..."

Mo Yi tried hard to tell himself not to let this brother and sister duo’s nonsensical chatter affect his mood, but he couldn’t control it.

What kind of odd pair were these siblings?

Listen to the nonsense they’re spouting!

Meng Lang boasted, "When something happened to you, I was the only one who risked my life to follow you. Aren’t you touched?"

Meng Qianqian sharply remarked, "If you’re just trying to skip class, there’s no need to make it sound so grand."

Meng Lang coughed lightly.

Meng Qianqian dusted off her wide sleeve, "I’ll tell the teacher later to teach you the missed lessons separately."

Meng Lang’s hair stood on end, "No way I want that!"

Meng Qianqian said, "Your opinion doesn’t count."

Meng Lang was about to collapse, "What’s the deal with that? Attending class mixed in with a bunch of other students is hard enough, but at least I could blend in. But having the teacher teach me separately, aren’t you intentionally tormenting me? Staring at each other with the teacher, I’ll really suffocate!"

"Double the lessons."

Meng Qianqian said calmly.

Meng Lang’s veins popped out, "Meng Qianqian!"

Meng Qianqian extended three fingers, "Triple."

Meng Lang pointed toward the curtain, "Believe it or not, I’ll get out of the carriage right now."

Screech—

The sound of hooves came to an abrupt halt, the carriage wheels stopped.

The coachman decisively hopped off the carriage, put down the stool, and lifted the curtain for Meng Lang.

The movement was fluid and seamless, afraid that if he were a moment late, the other party would change their mind, "This way, young master, please!"

Meng Lang: "..."

-

The carriage wandered around the Capital City for a while, not immediately leaving the city, but settling at a sparsely-visited winery by evening.

Judging by Mo Yi’s familiarity with the tavern owner, it wasn’t difficult to guess that the owner was a Loulan man who had been lurking in the Capital City under the guise of a merchant.

"No wonder he’s so well-informed of the Capital City’s movements."

Meng Lang commented.

Meng Qianqian, however, was not surprised by this.

If the Loulan people’s information relied entirely on Prime Minister Xun, that would be too passive.

Moreover, it was the Loulan King colluding with Prime Minister Xun, at least on the surface.

What role Ayimulan played in this was not yet known.

The winery owner went to arrange the rooms.

Meng Lang and Meng Qianqian took a brief rest in the courtyard.

Meng Lang asked, "Why aren’t they leaving the city overnight? If you don’t return for a whole night, the Governor Mansion will definitely become alert."

Meng Qianqian paused and said, "They’re waiting for the Loulan Witch."

Meng Lang had an epiphany, "Ah, that creepy little old man, I wondered why someone was missing. Where did he go?"

Meng Qianqian watched the Loulan people bustling under the porch and said calmly, "To kill Duan Mingyue."

Meng Lang was surprised, "What’s so special about Duan Mingyue that he’s worth killing? Does he have a feud with the Loulan people? Didn’t he ’help’ the Loulan people at Weiyang Building last time?"

Meng Qianqian mused, "Yes, whether it’s Duan Mingyue or Xun Yi, neither are significant enough for the Loulan Witch to act personally."

Meng Lang understood, "You’re implying that he has another identity?"

Meng Qianqian thought of the assassins taken by Xun Wu to assassinate Ayimulan.

With such formidable power, they would have a fair chance even against Prime Minister Xun, yet Xun Yi chose to break his own legs to earn the trust of Prime Minister Xun, never deploying those people.

Xun Yi must be guarding a bigger secret.

And this secret is the real reason the Loulan Witch must personally kill him.

"I don’t know if Xun Wu made it back in time. With just Duan Wenliang, it’s unlikely they can withstand the Loulan Witch."

Weiyang Building.

Duan Mingyue sat in a wheelchair, panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat, with his chest stained in blood.

No matter the ordeal his body was going through, his gaze remained unwavering.

The Loulan Witch leaned on his skull walking stick, backlit, his features shrouded under the cloak, exuding a terrifying, ghostly aura.

"Toghtai, is this the witchcraft you’ve honed? Have you gone off track?"

Duan Mingyue sneered.

The Loulan Witch suddenly turned his walking stick, the sound of wind chimes echoed, and a tear of blood slid from Duan Mingyue’s right eye.

Duan Mingyue’s vision blurred, yet his smile, under the tint of blood tears, took on an even more chilling tinge.

"To torture me, to make me surrender? You have no idea how I’ve endured these years..."

He laughed arrogantly, pulling up his clothes to reveal his emaciated legs, "Do you know why I don’t heal my legs? Because it’s the only way I can live with pain day and night. I’ve long grown used to it. I am pain! Pain is me! You want to torture me into submission, try again in the next life!"

The Loulan Witch’s eyes glinted with darkness, "Is it necessary? You don’t care about your life, but do you not care about your brother?"

Duan Wenliang laid on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, covering his chest with the other, weakly saying, "Fourth brother... pay no mind to me..."

The Loulan Witch twisted his walking stick, and Duan Wenliang felt an overwhelming force, suddenly spitting a mouthful of blood.

The Loulan Witch sternly demanded, "Where is the descendant of the West Night Saintess?"

Duan Mingyue smirked, "I don’t know any West Night Saintess!"

The Loulan Witch: "Fine, I’ll ask you another question. What is the relationship between the West Night Saintess and Zhongli Yuan?"

Duan Mingyue: "I told you... I don’t know the West Night Saintess... I don’t know Zhongli Yuan either... I haven’t heard of any of the people you mentioned..."

"It seems you don’t care about your brother’s life."

The Loulan Witch’s skull walking stick slowly pointed toward Duan Wenliang.