sovbooks Chapter 336 - 313: Put on a Big Show
Chapter 336 - 313: Put on a Big Show
Chapter 336: Chapter 313: Put on a Big Show"I didn’t know Second Aunt was still alive. I didn’t know my brother struck a deal with Chu Nan to
Chen Long spoke dazedly, "So long as I could recover the Shang Family bloodline, I didn’t care who I swore loyalty to. Even if it meant acknowledging a traitor as my father, I would do it. I’m already a man riddled with sins, bound for the Eighteenth Level of Purgatory when I die—one more sin makes no difference."
"Brother!"
Meng Qianqian stared intently at him. "What happened to our family has nothing to do with you. It wasn’t you who led the Loulan people here. You must stop blaming yourself! Whether or not you existed, the Loulan King would never have spared the General Mansion. They sought to reclaim Loulan and to kill Father. As for the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, it’s even less related to you."
The Thousand Mechanism Pavilion... A critical piece of memory was missing from her mind.
But tonight, she had already forced herself to recall so much—her head felt as if it was about to explode.
"What’s wrong?"
Chen Long noticed something was off with Meng Qianqian. Her face had turned deathly pale, and cold sweat was trickling down her forehead continuously.
Meng Qianqian shook her head slightly. "It’s nothing. Just a little headache. I’ll rest for a bit—it’ll pass. Continue."
Chen Long gave her a long, scrutinizing look and stopped his account just in time: "In short, Prime Minister told me he had found the Second Madam’s child."
Meng Qianqian understood that Chen Long had realized her discomfort during her recollection.
She forced herself to press on. "There’s certainly more to it than that. You wouldn’t trust someone else so easily unless the Prime Minister gave you irrefutable evidence that left you no choice but to gamble everything on it."
Chen Long sighed. He pulled out a jade pendant from his pocket.
Meng Qianqian took it and examined it. "It’s the wedding gift Second Uncle gave Second Aunt. She never parted with it. I was so fond of it when I was little that every time I visited her room, I insisted on touching it."
"He’s waking up."
Chen Long suddenly remarked.
Meng Qianqian followed his gaze toward Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan’s brows tightened slightly, revealing a trace of pain.
After about five or six breaths, he slowly opened his eyes.
Meng Qianqian handed the jade pendant back to Chen Long.
Chen Long hesitated, seemed about to refuse, but eventually put it away in his pocket.
Lu Yuan pressed his fingers to his forehead and sat up.
The firelight was harsh, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness inside the cottage.
"How do you feel?"
Meng Qianqian quickly sat beside him, gently pressing on his right arm. "Brother fixed your arm. Does it still hurt?"
Chen Long looked at the empty stool beside him, his face turning somewhat unpleasant.
Lu Yuan moved his right arm slightly, glanced Meng Qianqian up and down to make sure she was okay, then cast Chen Long an indifferent look. "Hmph."
Meng Qianqian blinked. "Husband, before you passed out, did you hear anything?"
Lu Yuan asked with a strange expression, "Who is Shang Xiaojiu?"
Meng Qianqian’s eyes darted furtively. "Shang... center’s Little Nine."
Her real name was Shang Jiu; only her family called her Shang Xiaojiu.
After King Chu adopted her, he changed her name to Chu Feiyan to sever any connection to her past and prevent enemies from tracking her down.
She only started using her old nickname again after losing her memory.
But she had truly died in her past life, so even if she called herself Xiaojiu again, her enemies wouldn’t think she had been reborn in another body.
Lu Yuan could be a problem, though.
Meng Qianqian wore an expression of deep angst, racking her brain to find a plausible explanation for this title. But before she could, Lu Yuan decided to let it go.
He shifted his gaze to the partially roasted chicken in Chen Long’s hands. "You didn’t kill me today. How do you plan to report back to the Prime Minister?"
Chen Long stayed silent.
Lu Yuan continued, "If you haven’t thought of anything, I have a suggestion."
He gestured to Chen Long, signaling for the chicken.
Thinking he was hungry, Chen Long handed over the chicken.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan turned around and gave it to Meng Qianqian, taking the cold chicken leg from her hands instead.
Meng Qianqian, feeling guilty, hurried to flatter him. "Thank you, Husband! You’re the best!"
Chen Long was stunned!
He had roasted the chicken!
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Offering flowers in a borrowed vase—is that new to you?"
Chen Long, unable to argue, chose silence.
Meng Qianqian took a bite of the roasted chicken and asked, "Husband, what’s your plan? Let’s hear it."
Chen Long noticed the sorrow had disappeared from Meng Qianqian’s eyes. Though her face was still streaked with tears, the sadness in her gaze had been replaced by a spark of cunning.
When someone held onto hope, they no longer wallowed in past pain.
Lu Yuan knew exactly how to dispel the darkness within her heart.
"Chen Long, since the Prime Minister wants my head, why not deliver it to him yourself?"
Meng Qianqian froze mid-bite on her roasted chicken. "What do you mean?"
Lu Yuan’s lips curved into a faint smile. "I mean, find Luo San, and stage a grand drama for our ’adoptive father.’"