The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 766 - 766 356 Fathers Love is as Great as a Mountain (Third

Chapter 766: 356 Father’s Love is as Great as a Mountain (Third Watch) Chapter 766: 356 Father’s Love is as Great as a Mountain (Third Watch) Eh… can the gunpowder that fell into the water still be used?

That’s not the point; the point is that he no longer has the opportunity to fish it out. Two black-clothed men swung their swords at him, their strong killing intent wrapped in sharp sword energy, almost stirring up blades of wind from a distance, even breaking the air!

Such a deadly move could hardly be escaped even by an ordinary expert, let alone Xiao Liulang, a handicapped little guy.

He could only watch the opponents’ swords swinging towards him with wide-open eyes until he finally closed them.

The two long swords aimed at his head swung down simultaneously, but ultimately they didn’t manage to fall. At a distance of just one inch away from him, both men abruptly halted.

Xiao Liulang suddenly opened his eyes.

The two men plunked down, not even having had the chance to close their eyes.

Behind them, Chang Jing smoothly withdrew his sword!

Then Chang Jing went looking for the black bead in the water!

He fished the black bead out as though it was really amusing, then squeezed it hard. Bang!

He was blasted to a crisp —

The Marquis of Xuanping sauntered casually from behind the hill. Dressed in a regal purple brocade robe, he ambled along leisurely with a languid expression.

That’s just the way he was. Even on a rural path, he managed to stroll as if he was on the path to becoming an immortal.

Upon seeing him, Xiao Liulang’s expression didn’t change, as indifferent as ever.

Fortunately, the Marquis of Xuanping had grown accustomed to it. He approached Xiao Liulang, sizing him up from head to toe to see if he had been injured.

Once he confirmed his son was untouched, he glanced at Chang Jing, who had been blasted to a crisp and was sitting on the ground in a daze, and kicked lightly at Chang Jing’s butt with the tip of his foot: “Who told you to kill them all? How many times have I said it, leave some alive, leave some alive!”

Chang Jing ignored him, stood up with a dark face, and walked away using light body technique.

Well, he’s angry now.

The Marquis of Xuanping watched Chang Jing walking away, then turned to Xiao Liulang: “Chang Jing is young, don’t be mad at him.”

Xiao Liulang gave the Marquis of Xuanping a blank look. Who was it exactly who was mad at whom?

Marquis of Xuanping, still oblivious to Xiao Liulang’s disdain, flicked his wide sleeve carelessly: “Who did you offend that someone would want to kill you?”

Xiao Liulang also ignored him, picked up his walking stick, and walked past him.

Although it’s called a walking stick, it’s actually a pretty cane that Gu Jiao personally made. Now that his foot no longer had that heart-wrenching pain, he was no longer as incapacitated as before.

The Marquis of Xuanping, having been continuously ignored, wasn’t bothered. He had a large heart and didn’t hold grudges with kids.

He shamelessly caught up.

People who were handsome looked even more charming when they thickened their skin. The green mountains and rivers, the twilight and rosy clouds, none were as lovely as his advantageous countenance.

Sadly, no matter how handsome he looked, it didn’t work on someone who didn’t waste a glance on him.

“Sigh.” the Marquis of Xuanping sighed.

As long as Xiao Liulang walked, the person behind him would keep sighing.

Xiao Liulang squeezed his fingers and frowned, “Why are you following me?”

Marquis of Xuanping raised an eyebrow, “Am I following you? Is this road yours? Did you plant this tree?”

Xiao Liulang coldly replied, “I’m heading back to the village.”

Marquis of Xuanping said, “What a coincidence, so am I!”

Xiao Liulang turned and walked down a different path.

The Marquis of Xuanping smoothly caught up.

Xiao Liulang stopped in his tracks, pointed to the path they had just been on, and said, “The village is that way!”

The Marquis of Xuanping felt tricked: “…”

Haha, as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, everyone else was.

Marquis of Xuanping raised his eyebrows: “I prefer to go this way. All roads lead to the village!”

Xiao Liulang took a deep breath, deciding to ignore him, treating him as thin air.

He took a few steps back to the path they originally took. As his steps advanced, the sky darkened, the woods were eerily quiet, sporadic noises from insects and odd sounds from birds and beasts echoed through the woods, sounding blood-curdling.

The trees in this forest were tall and could conceal the sun, even the moonlight had a hard time falling.

Marquis of Xuanping was a martial artist and his eyes were especially sharp; he could see where he was going even in dim light, but the same couldn’t be said for Xiao Liulang.

Being handicapped and not being able to see the path clearly, he stumbled several times.

The Marquis of Xuanping strode over, positioned himself in front of Xiao Liulang, slightly bent down, and offered, “Hop on.”

Xiao Liulang looked at the broad back hunched over in front of him but didn’t move: “I can walk by myself.”

Marquis of Xuanping stood straight, turned around, and looked at him: “Are you sure? The road is so dark, can you walk?”

Xiao Liulang lifted his walking stick, and commented: “I have a cane.”

Bang!

The crutch broke.

Xiao Liulang glared coldly at Duke Xuanping.

Helplessly sighing, Duke Xuanping gestured in his innocence: “It wasn’t me. It broke by itself.”

Xiao Liulang clenched his fist, saying irritably, “We are not far from the village. I know this road very well. I can just walk slower and a bit longer. It’s not raining, so what’s there to be scared of?”

However, no sooner had he said this than torrential rain began to pour.

Xiao Liulang shot a look at Duke Xuanping.

His eyes widening, Duke Xuanping said, “It wasn’t me this time!”

Xiao Liulang gritted his teeth, “So you admit it was you earlier?”

“I swear it wasn’t me!” said Duke Xuanping, looking quite wronged.

In terms of shamelessness, Duke Xuanping was no less than that of the old Master of Ceremony, and perhaps even more so. After all, the old Master of Ceremony only practiced thick-faced theory in officialdom, while Duke Xuanping took shamelessness to an extreme in life.

Duke Xuanping said mischievously: “Come on, I’ll carry you. I’m sure you won’t be able to walk out.”

Infuriated beyond belief, Xiao Liulang, eyes blazing like torches, retorted: “Who said I couldn’t make it out? Even if I have only one leg left today, I’ll still hop out!”

Saying this, he turned and walked.

“Hey——”

Duke Xuanping reached out to grab him.

Unfortunately, in an attempt to avoid Duke Xuanping’s hand, Xiao Liulang rushed forward recklessly, which resulted in him stepping into an empty space and falling into a large pit hidden by grass with a loud cry.

He fell face down in the pit, landing heavily.

…and sprained his other foot as well.

Covering his eyes in exasperation, Duke Xuanping muttered: “….why are you in such a hurry? I couldn’t even grab hold of you!”

Duke Xuanping hauled the poor lad up from the pit, laying him flat on the ground.

Xiao Liulang was writhing in agony and whimpered, “I don’t want you to carry me!”

“Okay,” said Duke Xuanping, directly bending over as he slipped his hands under the boy’s back and knees. Lifting him up, he said with an extra uncalled-for sentence, “You’re all grown up and yet still needing to be carried.”

Xiao Liulang: “…!!”

What kind of father is this! May thunder strike him!

On the western side of the village, in a makeshift tent built by officials, a lively atmosphere was buzzing unaffected by the heavy rain.

The road had been repaired, and they could return to the capital the next day. Everyone seemed excited, especially as Duke Ding’an had brought lots of delicious food, a rare feast for the officials who had been subsisting on steamed buns and pickles in the village for over ten days.

Everyone was relishing their meal, their faces flushed with delight as they seemed to overlook Xiao Liulang’s absence.

The patrol officer, who had been working in the fields with Xiao Liulang during the day, noticed something was off. Piece of duck meat in hand, he asked: “Eh, where’s Officer Xiao?”

At this comment, everyone began looking around. Yes, where was Officer Xiao?

It was no wonder that they hadn’t noticed his absence. After all, Xiao Liulang rarely mixed with these court officials since being assigned to the countryside. He spent most of his time at the forefront of disaster relief and farming, blending in with the villagers.

His absence was the norm, so his absence hadn’t caught anyone’s attention.

“It’s raining, he must be taking shelter in one of the villagers’ homes,” another patrol officer suggested.

A chief officer from the Ministry of Works commented, “Such ambition in someone so young, blending in with the villagers like this. His performance this time should be quite commendable, no?”

Whether or not it was ambition or ulterior motives was left unsaid.

It was strange, human nature as it stands: whoever works, they’re seen as in the wrong.

The Prince of Anjun, who was always close to the minister of the Ministry of personnel, never had his ambition questioned. On the other hand, Xiao Liulang, who had become one with the locals, was mistook as gathering popularity amongst the folks.

Prince Anjun glanced at Duke Gu and saw his indifference towards Xiao Liulang. He gestured to Wuyang: “You go find Officer Xiao.”

“Yes!” Wuyang responded and went out. As soon as he pushed open the door of the tent, he saw a tall and vigorous figure in the rain, a figure who was carrying another swiftly towards this side.

He wore his own outer robe over his head, covering the person on his back.

Soaked to the skin, stepped unevenly in the puddles of water, rain blinding him to the point he could hardly keep his eyes open.

“What happened?” the Prince of Anjun saw Wuyang standing still in the doorway, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Th-that…” Wuyang was barely able to believe what he was seeing.

The crowd, sensing something amiss, crowded at the doorstep to see what was wrong.

All were shocked.

Someone eventually identified the person: “That, isn’t that Duke Xuanping?”

No one had ever seen Duke Xuanping in such a state of disarray.

He was regarded as the most handsome man in Zhan Country, and he was quite fastidious and narcissistic. Except on the battlefield, he had never allowed anyone to see him disheveled.

But now, he looked like a falcon flying through a storm. To protect the fledgling on his back, he had shed his beautiful brocade feathers, making a nest from them to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

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