The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 763 - 757: You Do One Thing, I Respond with Something Greater

Chapter 763: Chapter 757: You Do One Thing, I Respond with Something Greater

The two factions were evenly matched in strength, and managed to stop Jin Ziyuan’s people in their tracks.

Jin Ziyuan’s complexion became somewhat unsightly as his eyes deepened further.

The person behind him whispered to him, "Young Prince, something doesn’t seem right. They... seem to have been prepared."

"You Jiang, who has let the information slip?" Jin Ziyuan turned his head.

"Apart from our own people, it could only have been Jin Zijin that night."

"Jin Zijin?" Jin Ziyuan’s expression suddenly darkened as he snorted coldly, "He refuses to join us in our revenge, but does he also want to be Jin Moning’s dog?"

You Jiang’s face was solemn as he said, "What do we do now? The Imperial Army will be here soon from within the city."

Jin Ziyuan coldly smiled and said, "The effect is almost enough; withdraw!"

At his command, the men dressed in black retreated as swiftly as the tide, coming fast and leaving just as quickly, soon vanishing without a trace.

Lin Qianqing sat forlornly inside the unassuming little carriage, her heartbeat never quite settling down.

The eldest Prince, sword in hand and with a gloomy expression, approached the carriage and lifted the curtain. Only when he saw that the person inside was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Cousin, are you frightened?"

Lin Qianqing stared blankly at the disheveled Prince; he was here, so did that mean she was not abducted?

She just stared at him blankly, neither speaking nor nodding.

The eldest Prince sighed and called over the petrified Long Luo, saying, "Have you not quickly fetched the bridal veil and helped your mistress back onto the bridal sedan?"

A wedding procession stained with blood was not a good omen.

The wedding party, still in shock, suffered severe casualties. It was unclear who had picked up her dowry, who had gathered her bridal makeup.

Lin Qianqing was dizzily aided back to her own bridal sedan and, amid bustle and noise, eventually still entered that glittering golden cage.

The eldest Prince’s face was ashen as he summoned his strategist, Bao Shiqin, and asked, "Do you know who did this?"

Bao Shiqin said, "Judging by the method... it looks like the work of the second Prince."

The eldest Prince, infuriated, smashed a stool beside him to pieces and shouted, "To dare make a move on the day of my wedding, he’s asking for death. I shall see the emperor at once!"

"That’s not advisable," Bao Shiqin hurriedly stopped him and said, "The second Prince has always been favored by the emperor. Without concrete evidence, rashly accusing him in front of the emperor will only provoke His Majesty’s displeasure towards Your Highness."

Although that was the case, the eldest Prince still couldn’t swallow his pride.

He thought to himself, Very well, if you dare to make the first move, don’t blame me for responding in kind.

Come next month on your wedding day, watch me abduct your bride.

"Your Highness, the most important thing right now is to reassure the guests. Let’s first proceed with the ceremony. As for other matters, we can plan in detail later," Bao Shiqin said.

...

After a day of turmoil, nightfall arrived.

Lin Qianqing sat on the bridal bed, her thoughts a tangled mess.

How did it fail?

"Eldest Prince!" At the call of "eldest Prince," her thoughts snapped back, and she promptly sat up straight on the bridal bed.

"You all may leave; I don’t need your services anymore."

Lin Qianqing knew he had arrived.

The sounds of the maids leaving echoed, and after a while, an unpleasant smell of alcohol wafted into Lin Qianqing’s nostrils, making her frown slightly.

"Cousin, fair cousin!" Jin Xiaoran chuckled as he lifted her bridal veil and said, "My love, from now on, I must address you this way... "

Lin Qianqing’s heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile with difficulty.

She still married a cousin, but it wasn’t the cousin she had thought of before.

Looking at the man whose face was flushed from drinking too much, she felt that none of her cousins were any good.