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Chapter 460: His Son, He Comes to Protect
Chapter 460: His Son, He Comes to Protect
Meng Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of indescribable emotion overwhelmed her.
He knew.
He had known for a long time.
Of course, with his intelligence, how could he not guess the determination behind her quest for revenge against Qianji Pavilion, and that it wasn't solely driven by the Chu family's grudge?
Meng Qianqian stared at him, seeing unwavering support and conviction in his gentle eyes.
In that moment, all words seemed futile.
She no longer denied being Xiao Jiu, nor did she ask when he had figured it out or how he had convinced himself to accept and believe that she was a reincarnated person.
It didn't matter anymore.
The fact that he was willing to stand by her unwaveringly on this thorny path of revenge was enough.
She nodded firmly, as if agreeing to an unspoken pact between them: "Okay."
She jumped down.
Lu Yuan stood beneath the courtyard wall, gazing at the spot where she had once perched.
Suddenly, a quick-witted head popped out.
Lu Yuan smiled softly, "Still not leaving?"
Meng Qianqian fiddled with her bangs and muttered, "I'm not used to you being so gentle all of a sudden..."
Lu Yuan: "Hmm?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt like doing something."
Meng Qianqian blinked, half of her body leaning into the courtyard, hesitating for a moment before retreating back to the wall.
Lu Yuan's lips curved up, "Is this what you wanted to do?"
He raised his hand, cupping Meng Qianqian's head, and gently but firmly covered her lips with his.
...
Late at night.
Meng Qianqian, dressed in night clothing, her face covered, stealthily returned to Yan Madam's courtyard.
As she pushed open the door to her room, a stern voice came from within, "You still know how to come back?"
Meng Qianqian's heart raced, "Master, what are you doing in my room?"
Yan Madam replied indifferently, "Lighting the lamp."
"Oh."
Meng Qianqian obediently took out a fire-starter and lit an oil lamp.
The dim yellow light illuminated her delicate face, which was flushed with a hint of red. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips, naturally red, seemed to hold a touch of crimson henna. It was a bit too bright, but it suited her.
After being the owner of Wan Hua Tower for many years, she should have been able to tell what this girl had been up to.
"Were you delivering a message or secretly meeting your lover?"
Meng Qianqian pursed her lips, "Can't it be both?"
Yan Madam sighed, "Your head is in the clouds, and you still have time for romantic adventures?"
Meng Qianqian flattered her, "But there's you, Master. With your great powers, you can surely help your disciple turn danger into safety!"
Yan Madam: "Stop flattering me!"
Meng Qianqian: "Oh."
"I wonder who you take after."
Yan Madam glared at her, her eyes filled with disappointment. She remembered her sister's words, "You, always making mistakes and never learning from them. Be careful not to lead Xiao Jiu astray."
Clearing her throat awkwardly, she said calmly, "Did you go somewhere you shouldn't have today?"
"No."
Meng Qianqian answered without hesitation.
Yan Madam's sharp gaze bore into her, "Are you sure?"
Meng Qianqian's expression turned serious, "I'm sure."
Yan Madam looked at her deeply, "If you truly are her, make sure Qianji Pavilion doesn't discover your secret. Otherwise, even I can't protect you."
This wasn't the first time Yan Madam had warned her about Qianji Pavilion.
In the past, she would have taken it as a routine caution.
But now, she didn't see it that way anymore.
Gongsun Liuying had taken her fate.
Lately, Gongsun Liuying had been making frequent mistakes.
Calculating the days, it seemed to coincide with her entry into Qianji Pavilion not long ago.
Did this mean that her presence affected Gongsun Liuying's fate? As if her fate had sensed the original owner's call, struggling to break free from its shackles and return to its master.
This might sound exaggerated, but if it were true, reclaiming her fate might be easier than she imagined.
And once Qianji Pavilion realized this, they would stop at nothing to kill her.
Is this what Master Zi Wu meant by "a great calamity and a great fortune"?
Meng Qianqian not only wasn't afraid, but she also became somewhat excited.
"You little brat, what nonsense are you thinking of now?"
Upon noticing the glint in Meng Qianqian's eyes, Yan Madam regretted reminding her.
She should have known better; this brat was born with a rebellious streak. Her body was all bones and guts, and the more she was forbidden to do something, the more she insisted on doing it, completely fearless.
Meng Qianqian's gaze fell back on Yan Madam's face.
Yan Madam must know about the fate reading, but she seemed unwilling to tell her.
Oh well.
Whether she said it or not didn't matter; anyway, she had almost guessed it herself.
"Qianji Pavilion destroyed my entire Shang family, not even sparing the innocent members. I want them to pay for their crimes with blood, and I want to take back what belongs to me."
Yan Madam's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Meng Qianqian's desire for revenge against Qianji Pavilion was not surprising.
But the last sentence, "I want to take back what belongs to me," seemed to have a hidden meaning.
"You—"
She wanted to say something but stopped, "I'm going to rest now."
Meng Qianqian curved her lips, "Master, remember to take me with you to the palace tomorrow."
Yan Madam's steps halted, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "The Pavilion Master didn't mention taking me to the palace."
Meng Qianqian smiled, "Master, take your time."
The next day, just after dawn, news came from the palace—the Empress was unwell and bedridden.
This was terrible! The Empress was their stepmother, and even if she wasn't bedridden, the princes would have to attend to her if she sneezed.
The little eunuch who delivered the message said, "I heard that Jian Junwang also went to see her."
If Lu Qi went to the bedside to fulfill his filial duties, how could Lu Yuan, who was also a grandson of the Emperor, ignore it?
Lu Zhaoyan wasn't stupid.
He had informants in the palace, and today's incident was clearly aimed at his son.
It was better this way; let those people see that his son, Lu Zhaoyan, was not so easily bullied.
"Son, in the past, when I wasn't around, I couldn't protect you. From now on, I will never let you be bullied again."
Lu Zhaoyan had even prepared comforting words for his son, but as soon as he entered the courtyard, he was stopped by his rebellious son.
"My mother doesn't need to go, and it's none of her business."
Lu Zhaoyan glared at his son.
I came to find you; who wants to drag Xiao Bai into this mess?
Lu Zhaoyan took a deep breath, wondering how he could have such an exasperating son... All the sentimental words he had thought of on the way couldn't be spoken.
"I just want to see if your mother is awake and say a few words to her before leaving."
"Oh, does my mother want to see you?"
The first sharp dagger of the day was stabbed into Lu Zhaoyan's heart by his son.
Ever since Liu Qingyun found out that she had slept with her sworn brother, she had been so embarrassed that she couldn't show her face. She had been avoiding Lu Zhaoyan for several days.
Lu Zhaoyan said expressionlessly, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Looks like you don't want to pursue my mother."
Lu Zhaoyan's face changed in an instant, "Speak."
Lu Yuan hooked his lips and said, "When pursuing a woman, you need to cater to her preferences. Do you want to know what my mother likes?"
Lu Zhaoyan looked at his son.
Lu Yuan made a gesture of giving money.
Lu Zhaoyan took out a silver note worth a thousand taels and handed it to him.
Lu Yuan took the silver note, "My mother, she likes to sleep."
Lu Zhaoyan: "......!!!"
Lu Zhaoyan picked up a stick from the ground.
Lu Yuan turned and ran.
"Ji Feng, hold him down for me!"
"Mother! Your man is hitting your son—"
Clang!
Liu Qingyun kicked open the door and stormed out, filled with murderous intent.
In the courtyard, Lu Zhaoyan was straightening Lu Yuan's clothes, speaking softly and tenderly, like a loving father, "Later, when we go to the palace, remember to follow me."
Lu Yuan didn't move his lips, "Five thousand taels."
Lu Zhaoyan: "Three thousand."
Lu Yuan opened his mouth, "Mother—"
Lu Zhaoyan: "Deal."
(End of Chapter)
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