sjar Chapter 438 Bribery, Honey Trap, Robbery
Chapter 438 Bribery, Honey Trap, Robbery
Lu Qingchen couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement; it truly was a priceless treasure!
He asked incredulously, "Are these all for me?"
The man replied with a smile, "Of course, when the young marquis meets my master, he will surely reward you handsomely."
"And a hefty reward!?" Lu Qingchen exclaimed in surprise. Under the other party's satisfied smile, his tone suddenly changed, and he sneered, "With such a heavy reward, it might cost me my life!"
Ignoring the wooden box in his hand, she turned and stepped into the carriage, completely disregarding the man's rapidly changing expression.
The moment the curtains were lifted, a rich fragrance wafted out of the carriage. A slender woman in light, flowing clothes was lounging on the couch, her elbows resting on the soft cushions, her fingertips lightly touching her knees, her dark hair cascading down her arms, her graceful figure on full display.
Lu Qingchen flew into a rage, "Who are you? How did you get into my carriage? What are you trying to do?"
She gazed at Lu Qingchen with alluring eyes and called out sweetly, "Young Marquis~"
The woman's voice was still soft and sweet as she wrapped her slender waist around him like a silken snake, her waist and abdomen gently rubbing against his arm, her breath making his ears tingle.
"Would you mind if I served you?"
Lu Qingchen's expression was blank, as if she were in a daze for a moment, but her eyes were clear.
The woman looked at it, and a faint, triumphant smile slowly crept onto her lips.
However, the smile only lasted for a moment. With a gust of wind, Xiangying flew out of the car window in an arc.
It crashed heavily onto the street with a bang, followed by a woman's painful scream.
She looked up and met Lu Qingchen's mocking gaze. "You're not even half a hair on my wife's head, yet you dare to seduce me. You're just an ugly person trying to do something strange, overestimating yourself."
Unable to bear the humiliation any longer, tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she finally fled, covering her face in shame and indignation.
"Young Master Marquis really doesn't know how to cherish women." The man who presented the treasure stood beside the carriage at some point, remarking with feigned seriousness.
Lu Qingchen's lips twitched as she listened. "Heh~ So this is how you use a honey trap? Has your master never tasted anything good before? He's just a nouveau riche who can only afford ten shops. He has no taste."
The man's face turned pale and then red, and the sound of him grinding his teeth could be heard from afar.
"Get out of the way, good dogs stay out of the way."
"I must inform the young marquis that you would better return to the marquis's residence as soon as possible, otherwise your marquis's residence may be lost."
The man, who had been looking nonchalant, froze on his face with a smile the next moment, and exclaimed in alarm, "Young Marquis!"
He was lifted up, his head was pulled into the carriage, and the sound of slaps echoed continuously.
Lu Qingchen said sternly, "I'll punish you for your foul mouth, daring to curse my Xuanping Marquis's mansion."
Before the slapping had even finished, guards from the Marquis's residence rushed over from the street, shouting, "Young Marquis, something terrible has happened! Officials have surrounded our residence!"
Lu Qingchen paused his slapping motion. "Who are they? The Prefect of the Capital or the Ministry of Justice? If they dare to touch the Marquis's residence, I will tear down their office."
"It's not them. Those people are highly skilled in martial arts and outnumber us. We're about to be overwhelmed."
Lu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and met the face swollen like a pig's head and those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. "Young Marquis, didn't I tell you?"
slap~
Another slap landed on his face as Lu Qingchen cursed and scolded, "You jinx, you never say anything nice!"
Finally, after beating the man until he could no longer see, he threw him out with satisfaction and turned to the guards, cursing, "Fool! Since it wasn't them, didn't you know to seek help from the Prefect of the Capital, the Ministry of Justice, and the Court of Judicial Review?"
The guard was stunned, not expecting the young marquis to give such an order, and hurriedly agreed.
"Wait, keep an eye on him. I'll teach him a lesson after I leave the palace."
"Yes."
The guards lifted the man and leaped onto their horses. Seeing Lu Qingchen's carriage set off again, the man roared in resentment, "Young Marquis, are you just going to watch Marquis Xuanping perish?"
"roll!"
With a neigh, the horse sped away and disappeared at the end of the street.
"Hurry up, I need to get to the palace as soon as possible."
The coachman responded, and the carriage drove smoothly and quickly toward the palace.
Lu Qingchen sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, trying to figure out who the man's master was. Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he shouted sharply, "Stop the car!"
The carriage had just come to a stop when a sharp whooshing sound rang out in their ears. The coachman was pulled into the carriage by a great force, just as the arrow grazed past his ear. Outside the carriage, there was a clattering sound of arrows.
If they had been even a fraction of a second slower, the coachman would have been riddled with arrows.
His face darkened as he stared out the window. "Young Marquis, I'm going..."
"Go where? Go to your death? If you stay in the car and cover for me, I'll kill them all." With that, Lu Qingchen's men rushed out.
The coachman secretly regretted being a step too slow. His heart tightened, and he immediately pulled out the hidden crossbow, his fingers gripping the trigger, the bow slightly raised in a cautious stance.
Outside the carriage, in an instant, Lu Qingchen saw cold, sharp arrows rapidly gather in mid-air, forming an impenetrable rain of arrows.
He remained calm and composed, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the sword blossomed, unleashing a fierce and unparalleled sword aura that swept out from the blade, deflecting all the incoming arrows with unstoppable force.
"Watch out, sir!"
The coachman quickly drew his crossbow, deflecting one arrow aimed at Lu Qingchen's back and shooting another at the man in black hiding on the high wall.
The two worked together seamlessly, one in front and one behind. However, at this moment, Lu Qingchen's sword strike suddenly paused and then visibly slowed down. Arrows flying wildly in the air shot straight at his shoulder, causing him to stagger backward.
"Master!"
The coachman hurriedly dismounted, but was stopped by Lu Qingchen's sharp gaze as soon as he leaned out halfway. He then saw Lu Qingchen grit his teeth and break off the arrow's fletching, abandoning his previous bravery and pretending to be exhausted as he scrambled to avoid it, looking utterly disheveled.
"Who are you? Do you want money? I'll give it to you; I have plenty of money."
After his attempts to persuade them to defect failed, Lu Qingchen threatened in a fit of rage: "Do you know that I am the Marquis of Xuanping? You have assassinated a noble of the court. Do you think your master can protect you? Once I die, none of you will live. The Emperor will not let you off the hook."
The louder the threat, the faster the arrows came; in the blink of an eye, a thick layer of long arrows had accumulated where he was.
"Master! I'll protect...you?"
In the blink of an eye, the driver's master... disappeared.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a furtive figure disappearing into the corner. He immediately understood, and without hesitation, he looked away and shouted menacingly at the men in black, "Sir, you wait here, I'll call my brothers to come and save you."
He leaped onto his horse, and before the declaration of war could even echo in the air, he vanished from sight.
Without a target, the arrows stopped flying. Several men in black peeked out from the rooftop, but they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Who took Marquis Xuanping away?
A whistle blew in the distance, and the group of people in black all looked toward the highest point in the city. The black figures darted across rooftops, leaped over walls, and disappeared into the void after passing through the streets.
When everything returned to calm, heavy sighs echoed from the hidden alley. Lu Qingchen watched their departing figures thoughtfully, then turned and ran swiftly towards the palace.