Risking His Life to Accompany the Madam (2)

Hearing this, Zhang Peng couldn't bring himself to do it. He also knew that his master was now that Mr. Nongzhu, and he looked at Yue Qianchou with a questioning gaze.

"Oh! Since you know who I am, you still dare to follow me. You've got some nerve." Yue Qianchou said with a faint smile, "Why are you following me? Tell me honestly. If you tell a single lie, I'll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs. Get up and talk."

Although he said it with a smile, Wen Chongzheng felt a chill run down his spine and dared not doubt that the other party was joking. He immediately scrambled to his feet, leaning against the wall, and said tremblingly, "This junior is Wen Chongzheng, the second son of Wen Youyuan, the Prince of Pingxin of Biwan Kingdom. Today, I heard Uncle Bai and my father talking about you, sir, and I became curious. I followed my father to the inn where you were staying. Then I saw you come out and couldn't help but follow you."

"Couldn't resist following along?" Yue Qianchou chuckled mockingly, his eyes narrowing slightly. He recalled some things about the Biyuan Kingdom recorded in the jade tablet, especially the rule that the royal family could only have one heir. He already had some guesses in his mind.

He tapped his fan in his palm and said, "A prince about to be demoted to a commoner dares to play tricks on me. Zhang Peng, twist his head off and send it to his father!"

"Sir, spare my life!" Before Zhang Peng could even make a move, Wen Chongzheng knelt down abruptly, trembling with fear as he repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "Sir, your wisdom is truly profound. I followed you hoping to benefit from your influence." After saying this, he kept his head pressed to the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably. This feeling of being on the verge of death made him regret that he had come.

Yue Qianchou waved his fan, signaling Zhang Peng to stop. He said, seemingly casually, "Trying to ride on my coattails? Do you want to inherit the prince's title, or become the emperor of the Biyuan Kingdom?"

These words struck at the kneeling man's weak spot. Wen Chongzheng immediately became as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and he raised his head abruptly, no longer afraid.

He came to see Yue Qianchou because he knew of Mr. Nongzhu's influence in the Biyuan Kingdom. He originally just wanted Yue Qianchou to say a word, and he figured his father wouldn't dare to offend Mr. Nongzhu. So the right to inherit the throne basically fell to him.

Who would have thought... who would have thought that this Mr. Nongzhu would casually utter the word "emperor," and judging from his tone, it wouldn't be a big deal for him to put himself on the throne. Wen Chongzheng was immediately filled with excitement, forcibly suppressing the joy in his heart, and respectfully clasped his hands, saying, "This humble one dares not be picky and is willing to follow Mr. Nongzhu's arrangements."

"Hmph! Not stupid after all, you know that too much of a good thing can be bad!" Yue Qianchou opened his golden folding fan, admiring the large clusters of opulent peonies on it, and said leisurely, "Why should I help you make arrangements? What benefit would I get?"

Zhang Peng, standing to the side, had his eyes slightly lowered. His master was indeed his master; even a casual gesture revealed his skill. Worth learning from!

Wen Chongzheng's spirits lifted. He was afraid that the other party wouldn't help, but since they had offered their terms, things would be much easier. He immediately said solemnly, "Both the thunder and rain are blessings bestowed upon me by you, sir. If I ever achieve even a little bit of success in the future, I will do my utmost to serve you, sir, as long as you give the order."

The underlying meaning of his words was simple: if you can make me a prince, I can do whatever you want within the authority of a prince. If you make me emperor, I can do whatever I want within the authority of an emperor as well.

"Wen Congzheng, Congzheng, what a good name. He's definitely got the makings of a politician," Yue Qianchou said with a faint smile.

"Uh..." Wen Chongzheng laughed awkwardly, "Sir, you misunderstand. Chong is the Chong of respecting seniors, and Zheng is the Zheng of being upright like seniors. It is not the Zheng of engaging in politics."

Damn! What a flatterer! A real talent! He's flexible and willing to do anything to climb the ladder. Even more ruthless than me! Yue Qianchou looked the guy up and down. He was handsome, but there was a hint of ruthlessness hidden in his expression. He really did have the look of a ruthless hero.

"Get up! What kind of emperor should always kneel before others?" Yue Qianchou's tone softened considerably. Zhang Peng's eyes darted around. His master was truly amazing, casually promising someone the throne. He wondered when he would actually deliver on that promise.

Upon hearing Wen Chongzheng perked up and stood up, saying, "No matter what I become, I will never dare to be presumptuous in front of you, sir."

"Alright! Stop being so mushy, and don't follow me anymore." Yue Qianchou patted him on the shoulder with his fan and said, "I've taken your matter to heart. Go back! I'll contact you if I need anything."

"It's alright. I've practiced martial arts since I was a child, so I can carry heavy loads. I can help out while accompanying you shopping, sir," Wen Chongzheng said obsequiously, glancing at Zhang Peng out of the corner of his eye. Clearly, he had followed along and knew how hard Zhang Peng had worked.

Zhang Peng immediately gave him an approving look. Shopping is really not something a man should do. This kid is a good guy!

"Hmm?" Yue Qianchou's face turned cold, and he let out a cold snort. It seemed he was saying, "Dare to disobey me?"

A chilling aura suddenly swept over him, causing Wen Chongzheng to shiver involuntarily. He quickly bowed and said, "I know I was wrong. I'll take my leave." He then turned and quickly walked out of the alley.

The three of them then slowly emerged, and Furong continued her passionate shopping spree...

As we walked along, we could feel the festive atmosphere permeating the entire Dayang City. The most common topic of conversation among the common people was the emperor's beloved daughter, the Third Princess Zhao Chenxiang, choosing a husband through a martial arts competition.

On the streets, you can often see wealthy people from all over the world strolling around, spending money lavishly in shops that catch their eye. The happiest people are the business owners; who wouldn't be happy with a thriving business?

The three of them happened to smell an enticing aroma of meat on the street. They saw a burly man grilling lamb chops for sale. Yue Qianchou waved his hand, and the three of them went over to break their fast.

The charcoal grill glows red, the lamb chops are golden brown and tender, and the rendered fat drips into the embers, creating a few specks of ash. The owner quickly and skillfully applies seasonings to a row of skewers, his practiced movements attracting many customers who are waiting in line.

The three of them mingled among the crowd, becoming diners by the roadside. After wandering around in this vast sea of people for half a day, Furong was no longer afraid of strangers, and she mingled in the crowd, eating grilled lamb chops without any restraint.

For most of the time, Yue Qianchou's attention was on her. Seeing that her mouth was covered in grease, he would occasionally take out a cloth to wipe her face. Furong would always respond with a silly smile, a smile that softened Yue Qianchou's heart.

Pedestrians on the street cast strange glances at the two. In this era, men and women are generally conservative in public, and they have never seen a man dare to be so bold in the street.

While the men looked on with disdain, the women around her gazed at Furong with intense envy. In everyone's eyes, Yue Qianchou was exceptionally handsome, while Furong was of average appearance. Yet, this plain-looking woman had won the favor of such an outstanding man, which seemed highly illogical.

Many people speculated that the man was definitely a kept man, and that although the woman wasn't very attractive, she must have a powerful family background.

Seeing the two so affectionately vying for attention, Zhang Peng was speechless. The leader of Utopia, a prominent figure in the Cultivation World... he had no idea he had this side to him. Actually, he'd always had a question: Qu Ping'er, Utopia's master's wife, was the first person he knew. Now that he had another master's wife, he wondered if there were any other master's wives, and if so, who was the eldest and who was the youngest?

The lamb chop vendor had noticed the three people nearby long ago. When business slowed down a bit, he suddenly picked up three skewers of grilled lamb chops and handed them to the three men, leaving them looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Eat up! It's free! I'll give it to you!" The burly man laughed heartily. "I can tell that you are a good man, this lady is a lucky woman, and this brother is a very honest man."

Having long observed people's expressions and moods in the marketplace, he noticed that Yue Qianchou's gaze towards Furong was completely genuine, contrary to what others thought. Furong's eyes, on the other hand, were pure and innocent, something that couldn't be faked. Zhang Peng, while eating, constantly observed his surroundings, intentionally or unintentionally separating the two from the others, clearly acting as a responsible bodyguard. This led him to his conclusion.

Yue Qianchou paid no attention to his other words, but he was very pleased with his praise of Furong. He nodded approvingly and said, "The boss is indeed very discerning. My wife is naturally the most blessed person in the world. Well said, she deserves a reward!" He then took out a large ingot of gleaming gold and stuffed it into the boss's hand.

The shop owner was dumbfounded. How long would he have to set up his stall to earn such a huge lump of gold? He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I can't accept this! I can't accept this!"

Zhang Peng snorted coldly, "My master says you can afford it, so you can afford it. If you keep arguing, I'll smash your stall." Yue Qianchou smiled and nodded slightly in acquiescence. The customers in front of the stall looked at each other, it was the first time they had ever seen someone forcibly collect money.

The shopkeeper awkwardly put away the gold ingot and said with an embarrassed smile, "Young master is a distinguished guest, so I won't stand on ceremony with you. Please feel free to eat the lamb chops I have here, and please don't be shy. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep after receiving all this money."

"This deal is good. Okay, transaction." Yue Qianchou nodded in agreement. The three of them then ate without ceremony, chatting with the owner from time to time.

As dusk settled, the three were about to head back when a group of guards on tall horses led the way, followed by a grand and luxurious carriage. Yue Qianchou paid no attention; there were countless nobles and dignitaries in the world. He merely glanced at them casually, but suddenly noticed that the men leading the horses looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen them before.

As the carriage passed by, an elderly man on horseback flanking him caught his eye, causing him to narrow his gaze slightly. He also recognized the people in front of him. This old man was none other than Lu Wanqian, Lu Wanqian of the Qingguang Sect who had disappeared from the Hundred Flower Valley Cultivation Alliance after the Qingguang Sect was wiped out. The others in front were also disciples of the Qingguang Sect from that time. Yue Qianchou had wanted to settle scores with this old man back then, but had never been able to find him. He never expected to run into him here; what a twist of fate...

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