Chapter 141: The Escape (Desperately Seeking Votes!)

Boom!

The crowd watching immediately stirred with commotion.

They could hardly believe it. They glanced at each other, whispering among themselves.

Could it be that this person was speaking backwards?

All along, the common folk had only heard tales of the vassal prince mercilessly oppressing the people and bullying officials within his fiefdom.

Yet today, how could such a strange story suddenly emerge?

The vassal prince was being bullied by a mere minor clerk?

“Prince Qi? Did he say Prince Qi? The one who assists the emperor—”

Before the sentence could finish, the system alerts exploded one after another like firecrackers on New Year’s Eve, but the butcher barely heard any of his own system prompts.

“Weren’t we just crossing paths with your master in the main hall a moment ago?” Elder Yuyan feigned seriousness.

Meanwhile, Lan San and Lan Liu had returned to the city several times to repair their teleportation staffs, and Lin Quan and the others had just arrived at the entrance to the Burial Grounds shortly after 10 a.m.

After Sha Biliang concluded his analysis, he ignored the still-pensive group and beckoned the waiter to bring dinner, inviting everyone to eat together.

As Lin Quan had predicted, once the attribute of double luck protection appeared, the group of Blue Irises all fell into a daze.

He intended to delay until nightfall to have a chance to save himself or others. In broad daylight, there was no chance—not only to save others, but he himself would hardly escape death.

Just then, a sudden pain struck his back. Sha Biliang was startled, realizing he had retreated to the edge of the plaza, with the hard stone wall behind him confirming he had nowhere left to run.

There had been a batch of dark gold equipment and base materials, but nothing particularly valuable—only a white ruler’s shield with full defense value caught Lin Quan’s mild interest.

“I told you not to take the bus. Don’t you know you almost ran into a pervert today?” Huo Jingran scolded with a stern face.

Huo Jingran’s sternness was genuine. He had seen the tears Zeng Bingbing left behind when she turned away. She was truly hurt. Her greatest concern was words—if he hadn’t spoken, perhaps she could have held back her tears, but now that he had, she was genuinely upset.

The guard knew Shen Mingxuan did not shy away from such matters in front of Lin Chuxia. He spoke plainly and freely, unafraid that Lin Chuxia would overhear.

A slight smile appeared on Zhou Ming’s face. Though his father ignored the matter, grandmother certainly would not watch him suffer bullying silently. If she found out, she would instruct his father to handle it properly. Though his father was the undisputed authority in the family, he had a soft spot: his own mother.

“Trying to run? Not that easy.” Chunyu Yan’s eyes were filled with mockery. With a wave, several nearby men rushed out, while he himself walked slowly toward the door.

“That was clearly a test! You need to learn to choose your words carefully and not ruin the essence of what was said!” Liu Xiaoxi was flustered, her old face flushed red as she tried to find a dignified excuse to brush it off.

With that, she hurriedly turned and went to the next room. About five minutes later, she returned pushing a brand-new wheelchair, still wrapped in its packaging.

Since the army’s arrival at the city gates, from the day Murong Xue took away Huangfu Rou, he had been hesitating. Had leaving Dongli been too impulsive? If he still held the powerful military command as a prince, none of these events would have occurred.

After a tense and tumultuous morning court session finally ended, it was time to visit Fanghua after a busy morning.

No wonder he had felt an inexplicable closeness back then, but anger had clouded his mind, preventing him from calmly asking for clarification.

After all, a child raised with one’s own hands—now that Huang Hongfei’s background had been uncovered, surely his master and mistress would worry for him upon learning the truth.