Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 455 - 405: I Am Your Long-Lost Son_3

Chapter 455: Chapter 405: I Am Your Long-Lost Son_3

"Yes!"

Eight Imperial Guards surged forward, surrounding Lu Yuan completely.

In a nearby alley, Meng Qianqian witnessed this perilous scene and held her breath alongside Shangguan Ling.

"If it really comes to a fight, I’ll go. You stay here and wait for me."

"That won’t do."

Shangguan Ling said, "The Grand Commander has ordered me to protect the Young Madam. Even without that order, there’s no logic in sending a woman to die."

Meng Qianqian replied, "I have the amulet from Witch Mountain. You’re a fugitive of the court."

Shangguan Ling was left speechless.

He gritted his teeth. "It’s my fault. I even got the movements of the Crown Prince and Prince Ming completely wrong."

"The Crown Prince sent his trusted aides to meet Prince Ming outside the city. Anyone could have made a mistake."

Meng Qianqian wasn’t excusing Shangguan Ling, just stating the facts.

Still, Shangguan Ling deeply blamed himself.

How could he have messed up so badly?

If the Grand Commander were truly captured today, there was no way he’d leave the Crown Prince Mansion alive.

Even his Witch Mountain identity would be useless, or worse, bring an even crueler death upon him.

The Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and Prime Minister Xun had colluded. The Grand Commander had eliminated Prime Minister Xun and abducted the Shang Family’s dragon-and-phoenix twins. If the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion learned he was in the Imperial City, they would stop at nothing to kill him.

Could it be that the plan would be cut short before it even began?

Lu Yuan had long realized Meng Qianqian and Shangguan Ling had followed him all the way here.

At this critical juncture, whether he wanted to or not, he had no choice but to acknowledge this "father."

Otherwise, with that girl’s temperament, she was highly likely to charge out and sacrifice herself to save him.

As this thought flashed through his mind, his expression turned icy. He spoke coldly: "How dare you! I am my father’s true son. Who gave you the audacity to defy heaven and earth?"

Years in the court were not spent in vain—the aura of a cunning courtier was as overpowering as it could get.

That single roar froze the eight Imperial Guards in their tracks.

It was as if an oppressive force descended upon them, crushing their fighting spirit.

The steward stared, dazed, for quite some time.

Soon, he snapped out of it.

Having served the Crown Prince for many years, the steward had been cautious during the times when the Crown Prince wasn’t the favorite son.

Now, having finally risen to prominence, was he going to let a petty scammer intimidate him?

He rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Lu Yuan arrogantly. "You charlatans who engage in petty thievery—I’ve seen too many like you. Speak, who sent you? I don’t believe you have this kind of courage on your own. Spill your master’s name, and perhaps I’ll show great mercy and let you die with your body intact!"

Lu Yuan said indifferently, "Leaving a body intact counts as mercy? Why not offer yourself some?"

"You—"

The steward choked, enraged beyond words. "You’d better take this kindly offered drink before being forced to drink the bitter wine. Do you really think the Crown Prince Mansion is a place you can come and go as you please? Don’t think I don’t know what sly scheme your master is plotting. Is it to infiltrate with a couple of spies and assassinate the real Imperial Grandson, so you can sleep soundly?"

A faint smirk appeared at the corners of Lu Yuan’s lips. "Isn’t he the Guardian Qilin? If he’s so easy to kill, then he must be fake."

"You—you—you—you—!"

The steward was so furious that he staggered, pointing a trembling finger at Lu Yuan. "Such slippery words! Someone, cut out his tongue for me!"

Killing intent flashed in Meng Qianqian’s eyes.

Lu Yuan’s hands were hidden behind his back, and his index finger made subtle movements.

Meng Qianqian understood.

Lu Yuan was telling her to stay calm.

Could it be... Lu Yuan still had a hidden move?

But in an instant, two Imperial Guards had already seized Lu Yuan.

The steward swaggered up to Lu Yuan. "Speak. Why aren’t you talking now?"

Lu Yuan’s face remained expressionless as he said, "I’ll give you one last chance—let me go. Otherwise, when my father comes back, your role as the steward will come to an end."

"Hahaha!"

The steward threw back his head and laughed. "I don’t know which mutt on the street you’re calling your father, but your life is as good as gone. Drag him away! Find a secluded spot, carry out the execution, and make sure to clean up the blood. The lady and the Commandery Prince dislike gore."

Two Imperial Guards dragged Lu Yuan into a side alley.

Meng Qianqian had reached the end of her patience.

Just as she decided to strike, a carriage came from the side and stopped in front of the Crown Prince Mansion.

The steward and the Imperial Guards hurriedly saluted.

From inside the carriage came a man’s voice, gentle yet authoritative: "What is going on here?"

The steward quickly reported, "Your Highness, yet another scammer has come, and this one had the audacity to target Prince Ming. His crimes are unforgivable! I was just about to chase him out!"

"Ming is back?"

"He just entered the mansion!"

The carriage fell silent.

The steward respectfully stepped aside.

The carriage rolled through the main gates of the mansion, its curtains momentarily lifted by the cooling breeze.

Lu Yuan didn’t look at the person inside.

Nor did the person inside look at Lu Yuan.

The two briefly crossed paths.

Suddenly, Lu Yuan spoke faintly: "Have you been to Miaojiang? Ever met a girl fond of laying tiny Gu in people?"

Thud.

Something heavy plummeted from the carriage to the ground.

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