The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 408 - 407: Clever Niannian

Chapter 408: Chapter 407: Clever Niannian

Soon, Du Biao’s next words cleared up Qu Tong’s confusion.

"If you want to save the Crown Princess Consort and this little thing, come in yourself."

Deliberately, Du Biao aimed the camera at Niannian, and for effect, he pinched Niannian’s face with his rough, dirty hands, pushing the Crown Princess Consort to the ground when she tried to protect Niannian.

Niannian, however, was resilient. She let her face be pinched red, tears welled up in her eyes without a sound, just hugging her arms and trembling as she crouched there.

Du Biao seemed to find it boring, roughly flung Niannian’s face aside, and turned the camera back to himself.

Though not visible on camera, a solid sound of hitting the ground could be heard, still without any cries.

Outside Commerce Tower, the Crown Prince watched his wife and daughter suffer, his heart nearly breaking, his hands under his sleeves clenched and relaxed repeatedly, his gaze towards Qu Tong undecided.

He wanted to ask for something, yet felt it was too much to ask.

The others didn’t have as many reservations as the Crown Prince and came forward to plead, "Miss Jun Li, please save my son!"

Some even knelt on the ground, quite presumptuously trying to grab Qu Tong’s hand.

Qu Tong shrewdly stepped back a few steps, her cool eyes showing a trace of frost.

Feng Lin immediately stepped forward, shielding Qu Tong, instructing the soldiers to control the situation and create some space in front of Qu Tong.

The Royal Guards also settled the agitated crowd under the Crown Prince’s signal.

Qu Tong looked up, meeting the varied gazes, knowing in her heart that because of Du Biao’s words, some had started to resent her, feeling they were suffering because of her influence.

Yet, due to the Crown Prince and Feng Lin’s presence, no one dared to show it openly.

Qu Tong took a few steps forward, shifting her gaze to the doors of Commerce Tower, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She didn’t miss the three words Du Biao silently mouthed before closing the video, "Prince Consort."

What else did he know?

Seeing this, Feng Lin reached out to stop her, "It’s too dangerous. Du Biao is not trustworthy. By specifically asking for you to come in, it’s clearly a trap. We need to consider this more carefully."

Of course, Qu Tong knew and stopped moving.

After further discussion, they still decided to have Qu Tong go in.

Under the gaze of many, Qu Tong walked towards the main entrance of Commerce Tower, the soldiers stationed at the security line automatically clearing a path.

Qu Tong was led into Commerce Tower by the Star Thief guarding the door.

At the entrance, a Star Thief with a rat-like face apparently didn’t recognize Qu Tong and looked her up and down, objectifying her as if inspecting goods, "Tsk tsk, using beauty as a tactic now, the boss is really blessed. I wonder if it will ever be my turn.

The other Star Thief concurred, their repulsive sleazy gaze lingering towards Qu Tong’s exposed pale collarbone and downward.

Some people might seem alive, but they’re essentially dead, those two were just like that.

While their minds lingered on obscene thoughts, two green vines swiftly wrapped around them and slammed them into the heavy doors.

The two Star Thieves couldn’t react in time and were smashed against the door, falling to the ground bleeding profusely, they struggled a bit and then lay still.

Whether they were unconscious or dead was unknown.

The noise at the door alerted the Star Thieves inside, who immediately attacked Qu Tong.

Vines whirled, spiritual power trembled.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the forty to fifty people who had attacked were all incapacitated, bound, and thrown together by Qu Tong.

This scene stunned the hostages gathered together.

In the midst of chaos, a naive voice rang out, "Sister-in-law is so cool! Sister-in-law is so pretty! When I grow up, I want to marry someone like Aunt just like Uncle."

Qu Tong’s vine-wielding hand paused, following the source of the sound.

Niannian, sporting a red mark on the left side of his face and still with unshed tears in his eyes, was oddly excited at this moment, his hands cradling his little face as he gleamed at Qu Tong.

The Crown Princess Consort quickly covered Niannian’s mouth and pulled him into her embrace, looking around nervously.

In as calm a voice as possible she whispered, "Niannian, this isn’t sister-in-law, this is Miss Jun Li, Sister-in-law’s good friend."

"Also, you can’t marry a wife, not now, not ever."

With his mouth covered, Niannian’s large eyes filled with confusion, as if asking why not?

No sooner had the Crown Princess Consort spoken when Niannian was forcefully snatched from her embrace.

Qu Tong’s vines were a step too slow and could only rescue the Crown Princess Consort from Du Biao’s hands.

"Stop or I’ll kill this little thing,"

Du Biao, clutching at Niannian’s neck, hoisted him up; Niannian’s face quickly reddened due to lack of oxygen, and he twisted uncomfortably, his small hands weakly clutching at the unyielding shackle.

"Niannian!" The Crown Princess Consort was so frightened she could barely stand, and as Qu Tong’s vines slackened, she fell.

Qu Tong quickly reached out to catch her, assuaging, "Don’t be afraid, Crown Princess Consort."

The Crown Princess Consort steadied herself with effort, giving Qu Tong a grateful look, though worry still filled her face.

"I’ve come as you wished, let him go first." Qu Tong eyed Du Biao, "If your bargaining chip loses its value, do you believe I will make you regret it?"

"What big talk! Even on my turf, you dare to be arrogant." Although Du Biao said this, his actions were honest, changing his hold to Niannian’s nape.

While the position was still uncomfortable, at least there was no immediate danger to his life.

Niannian, now able to breathe, coughed repeatedly while greedily inhaling air.

His watery eyes turned to Qu Tong, just about to speak.

Qu Tong gestured with her hand; Niannian immediately clamped his mouth shut, obediently covering it with both hands, his eyes shining even brighter than before.

Du Biao, burly with bulging muscles, handled Niannian as though he were a small toy.

"How do you want to do this?"

Speaking calmly, Qu Tong scanned the room’s interior with her peripheral vision.

Apart from the forty or fifty people she had dealt with earlier, there were still over a hundred Star Thieves around, dressed differently without a unified style, the only commonality being none of their expressions seemed kind.

Directly opposite the spot where the Crown Princess Consort had been, about twenty gun-toting Star Thieves guarded the hostages.

The Crown Princess Consort and Niannian must have just been brought out from somewhere else, which she had taken advantage of.

Guarded glances abounded, with a few looking distinct; Qu Tong’s gaze swept lightly past them, making no pause.

Du Biao, holding a dagger against Niannian’s neck, said to Qu Tong, "Throw over the Space Button from your body!"

Thinking Qu Tong hadn’t heard clearly, Du Biao repeated, moving the knife closer, marking a blood trail on Niannian’s pale face.

Qu Tong’s heart tightened, looking at Niannian, Little Tuanzi bit his lip, bearing the pain, and stared steadily at her, neither crying nor fussing.

Qu Tong, showing no evident worry, slipped off her bracelet and threw it over.

"And that one on your neck," a man with a sharp chin beside Du Biao pointed out.

Qu Tong’s gaze fell on the talking Star Thief.

That voice...

"Hurry up! Less dawdling, or don’t blame me for being rude," Du Biao urged irritably.

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