The Little Husband Who Plays the Pig to Eat the Tiger

Flower Qingcheng, a female special agent from Huaguo in the 22nd century, accidentally fell into the sea while on a mission. When she woke up, Flower Qingcheng found that she had transmigrated, and...

Chapter 404 Husbands looking for wives

September 25th, 6:15 PM.

In the capital of Laifeng Kingdom, in the study of Situ Ye’s villa in the city.

"Second brother, do you think Xiao Qingcheng is trapped in the palace now?" Han Yichen, who was sitting opposite the desk, looked worried.

"It's possible, or maybe it's just Han Shuying who is in the palace. She and Qingcheng have been together for a long time, so it's possible that she has the scent of Qingcheng on her body." Situ Ye said while drawing a map of the palace in front of the desk.

"That is to say... Xiao Qingcheng might also be outside the palace, but the scent has been covered up." Han Yichen narrowed his narrow and charming phoenix eyes, the tear mole at the corner of his eyes trembled slightly, and his face looked very gloomy.

The longer the young wife was missing, the greater the danger. Han Yichen couldn't calm down when he thought of her being attacked and plotted against by assassins time and time again.

"Third brother, Xiaobai seems to be quite dizzy and hasn't woken up yet. How about you give him a couple of injections first?"

The emperor was knocked unconscious by Xiaobai, and now the security in the palace is probably even stricter. This third brother is a very passionate person. Situ Ye is afraid that he will put himself in danger and break into the palace again at night, so he hurried to divert his attention.

"There's no need to be so troublesome."

Han Yichen's eyes were charming, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes glanced at the little white tiger lying on the couch beside him. Then he took off his shoes and socks, and held a freshly baked sock with the fragrance of his young master Han's jade feet in front of the little white tiger's nose and shook it.

"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"

Nalan Yunzhi awoke to a strange aroma. She sniffed the air, and it didn't seem to stink, but rather a strange, intoxicating fragrance. (Brother Han was a mysophobe, so he only changed his socks seven or eight times a day, so his feet didn't stink.)

However, when she opened her eyes and found that what was placed in front of her was actually a sock, all the hair on her body stood up, her tail stood straight up, and she growled at Han Yichen with her teeth bared.

"Woof woof~" (Be brave!)

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof!" (How dare you put socks in front of me? You deserve to die!)

"Woof woof woof woof woof!" (I will execute your entire family!)

"Woof woof woof!" (Your entire clan will be destroyed!)

"Third brother, why is it that Xiaobai's cry is neither the crowing of a rooster, nor the braying of a goat, nor the roaring of a tiger, but instead sounds so much like the barking of Lao Hei from Aunt Qianyi's family in the village?" Seeing the little white tiger barking "woof woof woof" non-stop as soon as he woke up, Situ Ye couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Second brother, you heard it right, it was indeed the barking of a dog."

Han Yichen picked up the grinning, hair-rattling little white tiger with one hand, looked left and right, and after making sure that it had not been swapped, he threw it back onto the couch.

Han Yichen thought to himself, this little white tiger has been in the Hua family since birth, and probably hasn't figured out what it is yet, which is why it keeps mistaking itself for a chicken, a sheep, or a dog. If it could speak human language, it might even think it's a person.

"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof!" (Who are you calling a dog?)

"Woof woof woof, woof woof!" (I am the emperor, the emperor!)

"Woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof!" (Don't think I will forgive you just because you are handsome!)

"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof!" (You're dead, you little bastard!)

Nalan Yunzhi was about to strike the handsome man in front of her, but when she rolled off the couch, she realized that this handsome man was actually a giant compared to her. She then looked at her own delicate hands and long legs, which had turned into short and fat... claws?

"Woof woof woof!" (What the hell?)

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof!" (How did I become a cat?)

"Third brother, why is Xiaobai barking non-stop? Could it be that he's in heat?"

"Second brother, Xiaobai is only four months old. It will take at least two and a half years for him to experience the estrus period."

Nalan Yunzhi: ...

"Third brother, let's just ignore it for now. Xiaobai is probably missing his fourth father. I've scouted the palace's terrain. If Ouyang Yuming wanted to hide someone, he'd most likely hide her in the cold palace, where few people go. However... considering he's repeatedly sent assassins to hunt Qingcheng, and his determination to put her to death, if Qingcheng really fell into his hands, he'd probably kill her immediately, not hide her."

"Second brother, are you saying that... Qingcheng is not in the palace, but is hidden outside the palace by Han Shuying?"

"Well, at least that's true based on the current situation. But the longer Qingcheng is missing, the more dangerous she will be. Tomorrow... no, I'm going to General Feng's mansion right now to ask him for help in a comprehensive search inside and outside the city."

Qingcheng is missing?

Nalan Yunzhi, who was originally furious and bared his teeth at Han Yichen, was suddenly shocked when he heard the conversation between the two. This "Second Brother" should be Hua Qingcheng's second husband, Situ Xuanye, the eldest son of Prime Minister Situ Luoyun. Then the other one must be her third husband?

But what about this assassin and killer? And why is Ouyang Yuming involved? Nalan Yunzhi couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen quietly to the conversation between the two.

Not only Han Yichen and Situ Ye are looking for people in the capital, but also Zuo An, the young leader of Luosha Sect.

In the woods not far from the dilapidated temple in the south of the city.

"Where are the people?"

The man with black hair tied up high and dressed in black tights, holding a cold frost sword and with a golden ribbon around his waist, glanced coldly at the group of masked men in black kneeling in front of him.

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