Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 899: Chapter 737: Husband and Wife Reunited

Meng Qianqian slowly lay down, holding her breath.

The person entered the tent and began rummaging through the bags on the ground.

There was no murderous intent from the other person; he was indeed only looking for something.

Searching... for something?

A flash of Shan Cheng’s words crossed Meng Qianqian’s mind: "It doesn’t matter if he comes or not, anyway, we have something else that Shang Jue wants."

Could it be he is—

Meng Qianqian abruptly opened her eyes.

At this moment, Mo Yi returned from the lavatory.

He sensed the commotion inside Meng Qianqian’s tent and detected an unfamiliar presence.

He immediately shouted, "Who’s there?!"

The man happened to be in front of Meng Qianqian; he knelt down as Meng Qianqian sat up.

The two of them stared wide-eyed at each other.

Meng Qianqian made a shushing gesture.

The man was stunned.

Mo Yi stood outside the tent and said coldly, "Come out! Or I won’t be polite!"

Meng Qianqian shook her head at the man, signaling with her eyes for him to stay calm.

Mo Yi gripped the Tang Blade at his waist and approached the tent step by step.

Meng Qianqian slowly pushed the man aside, flicked her wrist, and grasped two silver needles.

Mo Yi sliced open the tent with a single stroke.

Meng Qianqian’s silver needles shot out.

Mo Yi’s expression changed; he dodged the silver needles with a backflip, slid back several steps, and knelt on one knee to steady himself.

He looked up, just as he was about to strike, the masked man suddenly gripped Meng Qianqian’s neck.

Mo Yi’s blade halted.

Shan Cheng walked out of his own tent, glanced around, and told the masked man, "Let’s talk this over, she’s pregnant, be careful not to harm her or an innocent life."

The man looked at Meng Qianqian’s pregnant belly and a trace of hesitation crossed his face.

Meng Qianqian said, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, I’m not pregnant, I just got fat."

Shan Cheng: "...!!"

The man tightened his grip.

Meng Qianqian immediately showed a pained expression.

Shan Cheng frowned, "Wait! I know what you want, if you let her go, I can give it to you."

The man tilted his head, giving Shan Cheng a look urging him to hand over the item.

Shan Cheng took something from his bosom, just about to toss it to the man.

The man stopped Shan Cheng, once again motioning with his eyes for Shan Cheng to open the handkerchief.

Shan Cheng complied.

Meng Qianqian focused her gaze and saw that what was wrapped in the handkerchief turned out to be a jade hairpin.

And this hairpin was all too familiar to her.

It was the token of love her father gave to her mother.

Mother always wore it on her head.

So, it really was father...

Meng Qianqian’s heart surged with emotions, blurring her vision.

Shan Cheng said, "I’ll give you the hairpin, you let her go."

The man’s eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

Shan Cheng said, "The hairpin is an inanimate object, you can take it if you want, but she is two lives, human life is paramount, you don’t want to harm the innocent, do you?"

The man reached out to Shan Cheng.

Shan Cheng frowned, "You want the hairpin first before releasing her? That’s not acceptable, what if you go back on your word—"

Mo Yi coldly said, "What’s the point of talking so much with him, in my opinion, they must be in cahoots, leave it to me, rest assured, I guarantee she’ll be left with her life!"

Implying, no assurance about injuries or disfigurement.

"Mo Yi, no!"

Shan Cheng stopped him.

Mo Yi said indifferently, "Shan Cheng, I give you a bit of face, don’t think you can order me around, okay?"

After speaking, he ignored Shan Cheng and swung his blade toward Meng Qianqian and the man.

Shan Cheng’s eyes flashed sharply as he twisted the Green Flute in his hand, blocking Mo Yi’s attack.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, "Get out of my way! If you dare stop me again, I’ll kill you too!"

Shan Cheng sternly said, "She must not be harmed."

Mo Yi said, "I don’t care!"

The man’s gaze swept over the two, then he released a palm wind, sending the hairpin high into the sky.

He retrieved the hairpin in mid-air, and at the same time kidnapped Meng Qianqian.

Mo Yi said, "The person has escaped!"

Shan Cheng said, "That’s better than you killing her."

Mo Yi said, "You’re crazy! Are you also bewitched by that woman? Do you want to betray the Princess Consort?"

Shan Cheng said, "It’s the Princess Consort’s orders, she is not to be harmed."

Mo Yi realized he couldn’t summon his power, "What did you do to me?"

Shan Cheng calmly said, "Promise you won’t harm her, and then I’ll let you go find her."

"You—"

Mo Yi was furious.

From the tent, Ayimulan’s calm voice came out, "Shan Cheng, let Mo Yi bring the person back in one piece."

In one piece...

Mo Yi clenched his fists, "Princess Consort, is it necessary..."

Ayimulan said, "I don’t want to repeat myself."

Mo Yi said, "...Yes!"

Shan Cheng dispelled the witchcraft on Mo Yi, who then grabbed his Tang Blade and gave chase.

Meanwhile, after the person abducted Meng Qianqian, he dropped her midway.

He found taking someone along too slow.

What he hadn’t expected was that the hostage would follow up on her own.

Meng Qianqian chased after him all the way.

As he sped up, Meng Qianqian sped up; as he slowed down, Meng Qianqian slowed down.

But Meng Qianqian’s Qinggong was ultimately not as good as his.

Soon she lost track of him.

Meng Qianqian did not worry and found a place by the road to sit down.

Within less than a quarter of an hour, the man sheepishly returned.

Meng Qianqian was not surprised at all.

She twirled the hairpin she procured from the man.

The man looked angrily at Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian said aggrievedly, "Who told you not to want me?"

The man was startled.

The more Meng Qianqian thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Her throat swelled in pain, and even her voice carried a sob: "Do you know that I missed you? When I found out you were still alive... how relieved I was? I... in order to find you... I... I..."

Tears brimmed her eyes, and she tried hard to hold them back, "Right, I’m not the Little Nine I used to be, you don’t recognize me anymore..."

The man stared at her in a daze.

Meng Qianqian burst into tears, "I am Little Nine... Father—"

Boom!

A Sword Qi that could shatter mountains and rivers surged towards them.

The man hurriedly grabbed Meng Qianqian’s shoulder, leapt with her, and dodged ten steps away.

The ground where they had stood was sliced into a deep gorge by the terrifying Sword Qi, revealing jagged stones hidden beneath the gravel.

Crack.

Even the rocks were split.

And at that moment, the man’s face-covering cloth fell off.

It was a face that had nothing to do with Shang Jue.

Not Father...

Meng Qianqian’s heart sank.

But, if it’s not Father, why seek mother’s hairpin?

Doubt flashed in Meng Qianqian’s mind, and she decided to handle the immediate crisis first.

She stared at Mo Yi, "Did the Princess Consort order you to kill me?"

Mo Yi did not answer.

Meng Qianqian said, "It seems you acted on your own."

Mo Yi: "You deserve to die."

Meng Qianqian mocked, "Why do I deserve to die? Just because I disturbed your mind? Are you afraid that if I’m not dead, someday you’ll betray the Princess Consort because of me?"

"Looking for death!"

Mo Yi slashed at the two with his blade.

The man protected Meng Qianqian with his body, being knocked away by Mo Yi’s Sword Qi, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Qianqian’s face changed, hurriedly shooting out silver needles.

But Mo Yi had anticipated it, using his strange movement technique to dodge.

"You are pregnant, no match for me!"

His blade was sharp, the cold light reflecting off his eyebrows, making him full of bloodlust and killing intent.

Meng Qianqian’s arms sank, she put on her silver thread gloves.

Mo Yi smirked coldly, "Just you? Even Chen Long and Lu Yuan are no match for me!"

His aura truly became much stronger...

During this time, he must have practiced more than just the Evil Skill, he must have used other unorthodox methods to enhance his power.

"Die—"

Mo Yi’s Inner Strength was almost tangible, pressing the man to spit another mouthful of blood.

And Meng Qianqian felt her body becoming heavy and sluggish.

Her arm couldn’t lift...

Not only that, the hand holding the silver needle... was trembling...

Mo Yi’s strength... probably everyone underestimated it...

A trace of blood oozed from Meng Qianqian’s lips.

She couldn’t retreat.

If she retreated, she would die.

She couldn’t die, she hadn’t seen Father yet!

Meng Qianqian shielded the man, took a deep breath, and fiercely hurled the silver needles between her fingers.

The Sword Qi slashed across, hitting her Heavenly Silkworm Silk Armor.

She flew out heavily.

However, the expected internal injuries and pain didn’t come.

A broad palm caught her, promptly injecting vast Inner Strength into her body, quickly expelling the Sword Qi before it could destroy her meridians and foundation.

The Sword Qi recoiled onto Mo Yi’s blade, accompanied by another surge of immense power.

Now, it was Mo Yi’s turn to be blasted away.

Meng Qianqian was held by someone and gently descended to the ground.

"Father!"

She turned back, looking hopefully at the person.

But when she saw that familiar face clearly, her voice stopped abruptly.

The person spoke coolly, "Who allowed you to randomly claim fathers?"

Meng Qianqian blinked, rubbed her ears, "Husband."

"Hmph."

Lu Yuan snorted coldly, slowly letting go of her, placing her protectively behind him, staring intensely at Mo Yi, "I’ll deal with you later!"

Meng Qianqian obediently took a step back.

Mo Yi clutched his chest, glared viciously at Lu Yuan, wanted to strike, but felt several strong auras approaching rapidly.

He sheathed his blade and left using Qinggong.

By the time Chen Long and Si Snake arrived, he was long gone.

Meng Qianqian approached the man, squatted down, and asked, "Who are you? Why do you seek this hairpin? Did someone send you?"

The other party said nothing, threw a handful of sand at Meng Qianqian, and then escaped as well.

Meng Qianqian raised her sleeve to block the sand, and sighed deeply, "The hard-earned clue is gone again."

This person is connected to Mother; most likely Father sent him.

Wonder if he would report my hasty words of identifying myself to Father.

If Father knew there was another Little Nine in the world, would he come looking for her?

"Are you alright?"

Chen Long asked worriedly.

Meng Qianqian shook her head, "I’m fine. I saw Ayimulan; she’s not in Shanshan City, she wants to go to Liuli Island."

Chen Long said, "We already knew."

Meng Qianqian asked, "You went to Shanshan City?"

"No, we split into two groups. The Yucheng siblings went to Shanshan City, we..."

Chen Long glanced at Lu Yuan here, "We decided to try our luck at Liuli Island."

It was Lu Yuan who insisted strongly on going to Liuli Island, saying the sister couldn’t have been taken to Shanshan City, and he even made a bet with Chen Long.

Lu Yuan extended his hand, "Five thousand taels, a bet is a bet, no credit."

Chen Long: "..."