Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 930 3: Meeting the Holy Daughter

Lu Yuan clasped his hands with utmost respect and said to his father-in-law, "Father-in-law, why don't you go back to your room to rest for a while? Leave this matter to your son-in-law to handle?"

What could Shang Jue say? He could only clear his throat, maintain a composed demeanor, and turn around to leave.

In fact, he was extremely curious. He knew the abilities of the Twelve Guards, and this young man's skills in single combat indeed surpassed them. However, it wasn't him who made the move, but his young subordinate.

When did that young boy acquire such heaven-defying skills to capture them all at once?

Don't tell him that Duan Mingyue's appearance was a coincidence. Although he was unclear of the process, he guessed it had something to do with this young man.

Shang Jue guessed correctly; everything was within Lu Yuan's plan.

Duan Wenliang yawned, with large dark circles under his eyes, and mumbled, "Brother, we've been on the road for so many days, can I go back to rest now?"

Duan Mingyue smiled slightly, but instead of answering his brother, he greeted Lu Yuan, "It's been a while, I hope you've been well, Grand Commander."

Lu Yuan looked at him leisurely and said calmly, "It's only been half a month. How can you say it's been a while? Mr. Duan, you must miss me too much, making it seem like we have a very close relationship."

Duan Mingyue smiled, "Third Brother is still as fond of joking as ever."

Lu Yuan huffed softly.

Ever since Prime Minister Xun died, the brothers had practically disbanded, but Duan Mingyue always loved addressing him as "Third Brother," often joking about their past relationship, as if he was the only one unbothered by that past.

It also seemed as if Duan Mingyue was the only one unafraid of displeasing Lu Yuan.

Duan Mingyue smiled slightly, "I've brought you the person you wanted. The favor I owed you is now repaid."

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "I don't recall Mr. Duan owing us any favor."

Duan Mingyue smiled helplessly, "You little sly, are you trying to make me owe you another one?"

"Since Elder Brother puts it that way, Third Brother will reluctantly accept it."

"Now you admit you're my Third Brother."

"Hey, are you two done? Have you acted enough? If so, then let's get to the main business!"

The voice of complaint belonged to Chou Niu, who was brought over by Duan Mingyue.

His real name was Zheng Bai. Despite his loud voice, just by looking at his face, one might think he was a scholar with a fair complexion—a handsome face, dressed in a long robe. He once swaggered into the Imperial College, and no one stopped him, evidently mistaken for a student there.

The opportunity for him to join the Twelve Guards was quite simple: he played a game of pitch-pot with the Chu Grand Marshal, one match to determine victory or defeat.

He lost, and thus willingly served the Chu Grand Marshal loyally.

Judging his loyalty is difficult to say.

Zheng Bai is quite carefree. If he believes it's the right thing to do, even if knives fall from the sky, he will do it, not out of keeping a promise; but once he grows averse to someone, no matter what oaths he's sworn, even if it brings divine wrath, he doesn't care.

Duan Mingyue gestured towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan said, "Oh, are you done yet?"

Chou Niu said, "I'm done, I'm done, let's get to business!"

Lu Yuan said, "What business?"

Chou Niu: "Aren't we here to meet the Holy Daughter?"

"You also came to see the Holy Daughter?"

"You also came to see the Holy Daughter?"

Wu Ma and Zi Shu echoed in unison.

Chou Niu said, "You too?"

The two nodded, Wu Ma said, "If it weren't for wanting to see the Holy Daughter, why would we willingly let ourselves be captured?"

Upon saying this, Wu Ma frowned, "Oh no! We've fallen into this young man's trap! He used the Holy Daughter to lure us in!"

He exchanged a glance with Zi Shu, but it was too late—they had already been led into the Governor Mansion. At this time, all of Shang Jue's forces and experts in Great Zhou were present; escaping was impossible.

Seeing the plan exposed, Lu Yuan couldn't be bothered to pretend any longer.

He raised his eyebrow lightly and said, "Now, tell me, what is your real purpose in finding the Holy Daughter? I will consider whether to introduce you to her."

"Lu Yuan, I advise you not to be too arrogant!" Wu Ma shouted angrily.

Lu Yuan slightly raised the corner of his lips, "What's wrong with being arrogant? Just because Si Snake isn't here, do you think I can't handle a horse like you? This is the Governor Mansion, my territory. If I want to torment someone, I have plenty of ways to do it."

Seeing tensions rising, Zi Shu hesitated momentarily before acting as a mediator: "Alright, alright, let's not argue! Since we all share the same goal, let's discuss things properly."

He looked at Lu Yuan, "Grand Commander, to be honest, your subordinate alone couldn't capture us. We came here of our own accord to ask the Holy Daughter to fulfill our wishes."

Lu Yuan: "What wish?"

Zi Shu said, "We can only speak after seeing the Holy Daughter."

Chou Niu said, "Me too."

Lu Yuan stroked his exquisite chin, "Yu Zichuan, see them out."

"I want to save the Grand Marshal!"

"I want to save the Grand Marshal!"

Lu Yuan was slightly surprised, glancing from Wu Ma to Chou Niu, then focusing on Zi Shu's face: "And you? Do you also want to save the Grand Marshal?"

Zi Shu said, "I said, I can only speak after seeing the Holy Daughter."

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"I hear you wish to see me?"

In the floral room, the Holy Daughter picked a peony, gently placing it in her basket.

The basket was already filled with many vibrant flowers and herbs, lush and colorful, yet none matched her beauty.

To the world, everything is scenery, but to her, it's just gentle spirituality.

Zi Shu gazed at the stunning woman before him, then quickly lowered his gaze—not daring to look more for fear of blaspheming the Holy Daughter.

This was a woman akin to a goddess, inspiring more awe than even the Grand Marshal.

He couldn't help but recall the Goddess of Witch Mountain.

In his youth, he had the fortune to visit Witch Mountain, seeing the Goddess from afar, utterly amazed as if witnessing a Heavenly God descend.

Now, once again he felt the presence of fate, even his breathing grew lighter.

Zhongli Yuan did not rush him, continuing to pick flowers and herbs in the room.

She intended to make medicinal porridge for her daughter, and promised to weave a pretty flower hat for the young one.

After an unknown amount of time, Zi Shu finally found his voice.

He took a deep breath, folded his fists reverently, and bowed deeply: "Holy Daughter, please save my people!"

With that, he lifted his robe and knelt on one knee, lowering his head heavily before the Holy Daughter.

This was a grand gesture of worship reserved for the Heavenly God in his tribe, never before bestowed upon anyone.

The Holy Daughter's expression paused slightly, "Very well. I expected Si Snake to request for the salvation of his clan, not you. Who exactly are you?"