Chapter 737 Her Fury! (Second Update)

The vendor was completely stunned by the bite!

I almost fell off my butt!

He tried to shake the little brat off, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry it off!

snort!

I don't have an iron head, but I do have steel teeth!

—Thank you to my bad brother-in-law for not giving me candy.

Little Jingkong knows very well how to use his advantages; if he were to be held in his little hands, he would have been swept away long ago.

But he bit down with his teeth, biting down hard.

If the slave trader wanted to get rid of him, he would have to let the slave trader bite off a piece of his flesh.

The vendor's thigh muscles were all taut.

He was afraid that if the flesh wasn't tight enough, the little brat would bite it off as soon as it loosened.

The Imperial Guards surrounded them, and the vendor, having no time to fight them, could only leave the scene cursing as he carried one in his arms and another on his lap.

"You lot, follow me! You, go back to the palace and report to His Majesty!"

"yes!"

A squad of imperial guards chased after the direction in which the peddler had disappeared, but they still lost him.

The vendor, accompanied by two children, nimbly traversed walls and rooftops, rising and falling, while refusing to let go of the small ornaments hanging from his legs.

When he arrived at a secluded little courtyard, his entire right leg was swollen like a ham.

A man in black came out and looked at his companion who had fallen into the courtyard with a strange expression: "What's going on? Weren't you only supposed to catch one? How come you brought back one more?"

The vendor groaned in pain: "Do you think I wanted to grab you? Didn't you see how tightly this kid was biting me!"

The man in black looked closely and realized, well, it really was.

Xiao Jingkong was also wearing the uniform of Lingbo Academy, clearly a student of the academy.

The man in black was confused, wondering why they were all so small.

Can't it pull up its own pants yet? They dare to charge the academy? Just how desperate is Lingbo Academy for money?!

The vendor, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "Stop looking! Stop looking! Get him away from me right now!"

"I know." The man in black waved his hand and stepped forward to pull Xiao Jingkong.

This time, it was quite easy to pull the person down.

The reason is simple: Xiao Jingkong had already given up long ago.

He has persevered to this day because of his unwavering determination.

Although he has a set of impressive little steel teeth, he forgot that he's afraid of meat!

Little Jingkong collapsed to the ground with a thud, sprawled out on his back, eyes rolled back, and tongue lolling out wildly.

The young princess was completely terrified, remaining motionless, neither crying nor screaming.

Both the man in black and the vendor were quite satisfied.

The vendor handed the young princess to the man in black, saying, "Take them away first, I'll go treat my wounds."

"Then this..." The man in black took the little princess and pointed to Xiao Jingkong, who was lying on the ground with his tongue sticking out and unconscious.

The vendor said impatiently, "Whatever, just throw it away."

"No!" The little princess suddenly spoke, grabbing the man in black's collar with both hands, her small body trembling uncontrollably, uttering the fiercest words with the most cowardly expression, "Don't throw him!"

The man in black paused, then turned to the vendor and said, "Why didn't you throw it away earlier? Are you trying to expose us already? What if someone sees us—"

“I already said it’s up to you!” the vendor interrupted him. “I’m in so much pain, I need to get some medicine.”

After saying that, he limped to another room.

The man in black frowned, holding the little princess in one arm and grabbing Xiao Jingkong with the other, and locked the two of them in the woodshed.

In the Golden Palace, the emperor is holding court.

Recently, torrential rains have occurred frequently in various parts of the Yan Kingdom, causing numerous floods in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Local government offices have been requesting disaster relief from the imperial court.

Given the large number of disaster-stricken areas and the severity of the situation, disaster relief has become an urgent matter.

However, disaster relief is never just about money; it also involves sending troops to fight floods, repairing dikes, and resettling displaced disaster victims.

This year's floods are the worst in 25 years.

The king was very troubled.

He pressed his temples and said calmly, "How was the flood twenty-five years ago handled?"

The Golden Palace was completely silent.

All the ministers held their tablets, looking down at their noses and inwardly contemplating their own thoughts.

The king suddenly realized that he had asked a foolish question. Twenty-five years ago, half of the southern lands suffered a disaster, and it was Xuanyuan Li who quickly led troops to provide disaster relief.

He not only repaired the dikes, rescued the disaster victims, and saved thousands of acres of fertile land, but also executed eighteen local officials who had embezzled disaster relief funds and oppressed the people.

They all acted first and reported later.

Those local officials were connected to major forces in the provincial capital and even Shengdu, causing turmoil in Shengdu for a time.

Some tried to drag Xuan Yuanli into the mess, while others tried to threaten him, but unfortunately, none of them succeeded.

The major powers were either completely eradicated or forced to cut their losses to survive.

In short, for several years after that, no one dared to covet the disaster relief funds, and all the major forces that survived the disaster kept their tails between their legs and behaved themselves as honest officials for a while.

Just as the king was having a headache over the flood, the imperial guards and palace maids who had gone to escort the young princess returned.

A palace maid knelt on the long steps outside the Golden Palace, sobbing uncontrollably, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The young princess has been captured—"

The king's eyes darkened, and in an instant, murderous intent filled the air: "What did you say? What happened to the little princess?"

The palace maid cried tremblingly, "When our carriage reached the back gate of Lingbo Academy... a hawker selling candied hawthorns suddenly appeared... and he kidnapped the young princess..."

The king slammed his hand on the armrest of his dragon throne and rose angrily: "A mere hawker selling candied hawthorns can seize people from the Imperial Guards? What are the Imperial Guards good for?!"

Han Ye's father, Han Lei, trembled as he held the ceremonial tablet.

Half of the Imperial Guards are under the influence of the Han family, and Han Ye serves as the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards.

I hope that the imperial guards escorting the young princess this time weren't promoted by my son.

Otherwise, the Han family would definitely be charged with dereliction of duty!

The king summoned the royal guard who had returned with the news to the palace.

To Han Lei's disappointment, this man, Zhang Feng, was Han Ye's subordinate!

Han Lei's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

The king inquired about the details and then asked a court official to draw a portrait of the peddler based on Zhang Feng's description.

No one has ever seen this person.

Finding the young princess was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

The king was furious, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire imperial palace.

"Find her for me! Dig three feet into the ground if you must, and bring the little princess back alive!"

Zhang Feng reported: "Another child was also taken away. He was about the same age as the little princess and was wearing the same courtyard clothes."

This characteristic is too obvious. There is only one child of the same age as the little princess in the entire Lingbo Academy—Xiao Jingkong.

The Hall of the Imperial Preceptor.

Xiao Heng had just come down from the library when he saw his eldest disciple, Ye Qing, leading twenty disciples and assassins past him in a hurry.

Xiao Heng asked, "Ye Qing, where are you going?"

Ye Qing stopped and bowed to Xiao Heng: "Your Highness, the young princess and her classmate have been kidnapped. Our Imperial Preceptor Hall is also planning to go out and search for them."

Xiao Heng's gaze paused slightly: "Which classmate of the young princess?"

Ye Qing said, "It's that little boy who came yesterday and sang for ages in the Qilin Hall, I think his name is... Jingkong."

...

"Jingkong has been arrested?" Gu Jiao asked Xiao Heng in the side room.

Xiao Heng nodded: "The peddler originally wanted to capture the young princess, but Jingkong rushed over and bit him. The peddler couldn't shake him off, so he took him with him."

Shangguan Yan was already asleep.

The room was very quiet.

Gu Jiao remained calm.

"I see."

She said.

She came to the bedside, looked at the finished IV drip, reached out and pulled out the IV line, and calmly injected heparin sodium into the indwelling needle.

After finishing these tasks, she carefully processed the medical supplies.

The whole process was carried out in an orderly manner.

Xiao Heng felt a pang of heartache: "The Imperial Guards escorting the young princess are Han Ye's men. Han Ye wouldn't kidnap the young princess; it wouldn't benefit him. Either someone wants to take revenge on the emperor, or someone wants to deal with the Han family."

The young princess was the king's darling, and they dared not do anything to her.

It's hard to say about clearing the air.

He was just a child from a foreign land, and if necessary to avoid trouble, they might kill him.

In fact, the young princess's situation was not necessarily foolproof. An accident is often full of variables, and any variable could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Gu Jiao put on arm guards.

Gu Jiao then went to the armory of the Qilin Hall, pointed to the red-tasseled silver spear on the wall, and said calmly, "Lend it to me."

The disciple who was wiping his weapon stared blankly at her.

She was calm, like a still lake.

However, for some reason, a chill ran through the disciple's heart, as if a terrible storm was brewing beneath the calm surface of the lake.

By the time the disciple snapped out of his daze, Gu Jiao had already left with her red-tasseled silver spear.

Gu Jiao also borrowed a horse from the Imperial Preceptor's Palace.

She rode on horseback, the blazing sun overhead.

She tilted her head back, put her index finger and thumb in her mouth, and whistled towards the vast sky.

A cry of an eagle, the overlord of the sky, came from not far away!

A fierce gyrfalcon flew in, circling sharply above Gu Jiao's head.

Gu Jiao gripped the red-tasseled spear in one hand and the reins tightly in the other, her eyes sharp: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)