Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 426 - 385: Xian’er, Here I Come!_2

Chapter 426: Chapter 385: Xian’er, Here I Come!_2

Meng Qianqian: "..."

Uh, did I go overboard again?

Made the child cry...

Meng Qianqian stayed with Shang Changle for a while, and only when Bao Shu called her did she tuck Shang Changle in and step outside.

Shang Wuyou entered the room.

Shang Changle sobbed, "Brother, sister is really pitiful."

Shang Wuyou’s lips moved slightly: "Maybe she’s lying to you."

Shang Changle paused and said earnestly, "Then I’d rather she be lying to me than her truly having lived through those five years."

Shang Wuyou froze.

They rested at the inn for two days, and everyone regained some energy, so they continued their journey.

Si Snake escorted Luo San back to Miaojiang, and even with non-stop riding day and night, it still took nearly a month.

For them, it would take at least two months.

New Year’s Eve was spent in a small town.

Two consecutive New Year’s Eves, Lu Yuan was by her side.

The first time was for Bao Shu, the second time for Changle.

They had always been striving toward each other.

"Light the firecrackers!"

Tan’er hugged a pile of bamboo chopped by the Miao King and tossed it into the blazing bonfire. The crackling explosions elicited Bao Shu’s excitement, filling the air with her joyful laughter.

"You’re so noisy!"

Bai Yuwei was completely irritated.

Tan’er made a goofy face and stuck out her tongue: "Bleh bleh bleh."

Bao Shu: "Bleh bleh bleh."

"Alright, Treasure Piggy, you’re teaming up with Tan’er to bully me, aren’t you? I may not be able to beat her, but don’t think I can’t beat you!"

Bai Yuwei chased after Bao Shu.

Bao Shu ran off without hesitation.

Tan’er stretched out her arms: "Treasure Piggy, come here!"

The three of them were causing a ruckus.

Meng Qianqian hugged Shang Changle and sat by the bonfire.

Shang Wuyou and Yu Zichuan were competing in archery nearby.

The Miao King, Lu Yuan, Chen Long, Ji Li, Liu Qingyun, and Qing Shuang drank the strong liquor they brought from the Capital City.

Qing Shuang single-handedly knocked out the other four with her drinking skills.

Lu Yuan didn’t compete with them in drinking; he drank alone.

The flickering firelight reflected on his face, giving him an otherworldly allure.

Throughout the journey, he had been extraordinarily quiet, without any antics, behaving so normally it didn’t seem like him.

Meng Qianqian withdrew her gaze from his face and waved at Ban Xia.

Ban Xia glanced at Shang Changle, who’d fallen asleep leaning on Meng Qianqian’s shoulder, tiptoed over, and whispered, "Miss, shall I take over?"

Meng Qianqian gently transferred Shang Changle into Ban Xia’s arms. When Lu Yuan was about to take another sip, she took his wine jug.

"This is your third jug."

She said, "Drinking so much—something on your mind?"

"Cheers!"

The Miao King was drunk to the point of dreaming about drinking contests.

Lu Yuan furrowed his brows slightly, as if hesitating.

Meng Qianqian softly added, "It’s okay if you don’t want to talk."

"Hey! You’re cheating!"

"How am I cheating?"

"Shoot the target, not my arrow!"

"Is your arrow on the target?"

"...Fine, let’s fight it out!"

"Fight it is."

Yu Zichuan calmly accepted the challenge, putting down his treasure bow and engaging in a fight with Shang Wuyou.

Meng Qianqian watched the two of them with a smile, "Yu Zichuan’s martial arts are better than his archery; I didn’t expect Wuyou to hold his ground."

She thought Lu Yuan might say that Shang Wuyou couldn’t last more than ten moves.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan remained silent.

There was indeed something weighing on his mind.

Meng Qianqian leaned closer to him, neither urging nor probing further.

She knew if she kept asking, given their current relationship, he would likely tell her.

But she didn’t want to pressure him.

If it was something difficult for him to discuss, it was probably a wound he didn’t want to reopen.

They just sat there quietly—opposite them were three drunken men, beside them Shang Wuyou and Yu Zichuan sparred, and on the other side, Bao Shu, Tan’er, and Bai Yuwei played around.

"Prime Minister Xun knew my father."

Lu Yuan suddenly spoke.

Meng Qianqian froze, then turned her head to look at him intently.

Lu Yuan said calmly, "’Do you know why I made you take the surname Lu? You are his child. If your surname isn’t Lu, then what is?’ That was the last thing he said to me before he died."

He spoke so calmly, but Meng Qianqian could easily imagine the gloating tone Prime Minister Xun must have used at the time.

Meng Qianqian said, "Two possibilities: One, he was deliberately provoking you to mess with your mind. Two, he really did know your father."

That damned old Xun villain—he’s disgusting even in death, still trying to torment Lu Yuan.

If it turned out to be the second possibility, what Prime Minister Xun did to Lu Yuan would need to be reexamined.

All along, it had been believed that Lu Yuan’s rebellion had prompted Prime Minister Xun to repeatedly suppress, torment, and destroy him.

But what if the person Prime Minister Xun truly wanted to punish was Lu Yuan’s father?