sjar Chapter 440 The Demise of the Marquis's Mansion!
Chapter 440 The Demise of the Marquis's Mansion!
A sudden surge of warmth welled up in Lu Qingchen's heart. The word "home" had long been synonymous with the most peaceful and beautiful daily life for him, and this attraction was far stronger than anything else.
"Okay, let's go home."
The two tidied up briefly and prepared to leave. The imperial physician hesitated for a long time before finally speaking to stop them, "Madam! May I ask you for medical advice?"
"of course."
"Thank you, Madam Hou. Please take your leave. I will definitely pay you a visit another day."
The imperial physician watched the two leave with satisfaction, but the two were not so harmonious after they had gone far away.
"Honey, I can't walk anymore, can you carry me?"
"You're a man."
"Honey, my wound hurts, can you blow on it for me?"
"You're a man."
Lu Qingchen immediately became listless and complained aggrievedly, "What's wrong with men? Can't they have wives who love them too?"
Qin Miaoxi: "..."
With a dizzying sensation, Lu Qingchen was lifted into the air, instinctively wrapping his arms around Qin Miaoxi's neck.
"Wife...wife!? Why did you pick me up?"
Still that shy way of carrying her, a princess carry!!
Those slender arms were so "powerful" that for a moment he seemed to understand what women often meant by a sense of security.
If people saw this, where would he put his face as the number one playboy in the capital?
"Aren't you unable to walk and your wound hurting? Hurry up like this." Qin Miaoxi pursed her lips speechlessly, "Men are such a hassle."
Lu Qingchen: "..."
For a moment, they couldn't tell their identities apart; who was the husband?
Although the palace gates were very close, Lu Qingchen felt extremely far away because he had already encountered four groups of acquaintances along the way, and was now experiencing the fifth.
"Young Master Marquis? You and your wife have such a good relationship!"
"Wow, the young marquis is actually blushing."
"Indeed, there is one thing that can subdue another. Only someone like the Lady of the Marquis is worthy of the young Marquis."
Lu Qingchen buried his head in Qin Miaoxi's arms, feeling her steady breathing and heartbeat. He cursed inwardly: Why do these bastards talk so much? They've never been this enthusiastic before. Are they deliberately trying to make a fool of him?
He muttered in a deep, gruff voice, "Go quickly!"
"Huh? What?"
His voice became strained, "I said, let's go."
"Is the young marquis also shy?"
"If you don't leave, I will!" Lu Qingchen angrily tried to jump off her arms. He had enough of this kind of humiliating experience once, and he didn't want to be dragged out and whipped repeatedly, or watched and talked about like a monkey.
Qin Miaoxi tried to comfort her helplessly, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving now."
He tightened his grip on her, then strode out of the palace gate and headed straight for the Marquis's carriage.
The moment she entered the carriage, Lu Qingchen immediately broke free from the embrace she had been longing for and pretended to close her eyes to rest, feigning exhaustion.
Why do we say it's an act? Simply because his inner thoughts were revealed more than his facial expressions.
How embarrassing! Will my wife think I'm no good?
How can I demonstrate my masculinity?
[If I tackle my wife to the ground in the car, will she hit me? Wait, I don't think I can beat her. What should I do?]
A hint of doting flashed in Qin Miaoxi's eyes. She found that having such a reserved yet passionate husband wasn't so bad; he added some fun to her mundane life.
The carriage was unusually quiet. The driver hesitated several times, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped. While he was wavering and struggling with his thoughts, the carriage had already stopped in front of the Xuanping Marquis's residence.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
Lu Qingchen opened her eyes and hurriedly said, "I can do it myself."
If Qin Miaoxi carried him out, he was sure he would be laughed at by all the gossipy people in the mansion for the rest of his life.
Just then, someone outside the carriage called out loudly, "May I ask if Lady Hou is inside the carriage?"
Qin Miaoxi lifted the curtain and, upon seeing the person, blurted out, "You are the Second Prince's man."
Upon hearing the name of the Second Prince, Lu Qingchen hurriedly moved closer, looking like a tiger eyeing him. Could it be that the Second Prince was still so disgusting?
"His Highness heard that something happened at the Marquis of Xuanping’s residence, so he specially sent me to invite the Marquis’s wife and young master. Guest rooms have been prepared in the residence."
"No need, our Marquis's residence is perfectly fine, I won't go there."
After saying that, he pulled Qin Miaoxi and blinked eagerly, "Wife, don't you think so?"
Qin Miaoxi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Mm."
Lu Qingchen was satisfied as she chased away the Second Prince's men and skipped off the carriage, but then froze on the spot for a moment.
The plaque above the gate of the Marquis's mansion was hanging crookedly, the two wooden pillars were covered in bloodstains, and there was no one at the entrance.
In an instant, the man's words flashed through his mind: the Marquis's mansion was about to be destroyed.
Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he ran into the hospital, his eyes filled with bloodstains. A bad feeling washed over him, and he shouted sharply, "Where are they? Where did everyone go?"
The sound echoed in the empty mansion, but there was no response, only the lingering smell of blood in the air.
"Lord...Lord..."
A faint sound came from under the collapsed rubble. Lu Qingchen paused and followed the sound, finding the guard whose legs were trapped underneath.
"Where are the people in the manor?"
“Dead, dead! Someone attacked the Marquis’s mansion, we…we couldn’t beat them…cough cough…” The guard coughed up blood as he spoke, his voice barely audible.
"Don't talk, just eat it, it'll be fine once you swallow it." Lu Qingchen wiped his lips and put a pill into his mouth.
Whether it was the pills working or not, a faint blush rose on the guard's pale face.
"My lord, they died such a terrible death! You must avenge them!"
Lu Qingchen's face was gloomy. He knew it was the people in that book who did it. In order to prevent him from handing the book over to the emperor, they tried to kill him while using the Marquis's mansion to hold him back.
"It was the Poison King who poisoned us. If we hadn't been poisoned, they wouldn't have been able to break in."
His words startled Lu Qingchen, followed by an uncontrollable rage: "I will never let him go."
He hated that it was he who had let the wolf into the house and ruined the Marquis's mansion.
"My lord, the Poison King also said..."
"say what?"
"They said it was the lady who ordered him to poison her."
Lu Qingchen froze, repeating in disbelief, "Madam?"
"I did it," Qin Miaoxi's voice came from behind.
Looking up, he saw her expressionless face, chillingly cold. "Why? This is the Marquis's residence, our home!"
Qin Miaoxi did not answer, but stared at him intently, hoping he would understand her meaning. Unfortunately, she was disappointed this time, because there was only anger in Lu Qingchen's eyes.
"You really want to leave?"
? ?
Qin Miaoxi didn't understand what was going through this person's thought process, but she had never thought about leaving.
Lu Qingchen, supported by the guard, brushed past her with a cold face and continued walking into the mansion.
The further one goes inside, the more shocking the mess becomes: overturned tables and chairs, broken window frames, and faintly visible mottled marks are intertwined, a scene that is enough to make one imagine the fierce resistance that once took place in the mansion.
Several figures were moving in the ruins, and Lu Qingchen's eyes lit up with surprise.
"Wen Zhu!"
"Master, you're back."
Seeing the wounds covering his body and the several guards who were unable to move, Lu Qingchen's eyes reddened.
"It's so good that you're still alive."
Wen Zhu limped over, but paused for a moment when she saw Qin Miaoxi, instinctively avoiding her gaze.
Lu Qingchen saw everything, and felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it were being cut by a knife.
If he was still hesitant just now, now everything is clear.
Qin Miaoxi had no feelings for the Marquis's mansion.