"How could this happen! We...we haven't done anything lately, have you killed someone outside?"
Xu Da looked at Xu Meng's pale and ashen face and said bitterly, "Brother, we...we brothers don't have the guts!"
"How could that be...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed open again, and a plump figure tumbled in, grabbing Xu Meng's leg and bursting into tears.
"Uncle, it's over, we're all doomed this time!"
Xu Meng swallowed hard, looked down at his nephew in his arms, and said insincerely, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. At worst, you can just hand your uncle over. You are innocent, and the government won't do anything to you."
Xu Hu cried out in despair, "Uncle, a lot of martial arts practitioners have come from outside, at least a hundred of them. They are all carrying swords and knives, and they have divided into three groups to surround the entire Red Hair Mountain. They are going to kill us all!"
Xu Meng grabbed Xu Hu by the collar in disbelief, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "How is this possible! Red Hair Mountain never makes enemies of the martial arts world, this is impossible!"
Xu Hu cried, tears and snot streaming down his face. "It's true! Little Tiger has been stabbed, and Uncle Hai has been stabbed in the leg. We're going to die! None of us will survive!"
Xu Meng's lips trembled, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering, "What kind of deity have we offended that God is forcing us to our deaths like this...!"
Xu Da asked, his voice trembling with tears, "Brother, what do we do now?"
When you're at your wit's end, what else can you do?
Xu Meng gritted his teeth, forced his weak legs to stand up, and said in a trembling voice, "I am the chieftain, I take responsibility for my actions. If you want to kill or torture me, come at me!"
When the three of them helped each other out of the room, the courtyard was already packed with people.
They were all riding tall, magnificent horses.
The young general at the head of the group was clad in armor, with striking features, a cold expression, and an extremely unfriendly face.
Xu Da's legs trembled so badly he almost knelt down. "Big brother, big brother, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards who protect the palace...!"
Imperial Guards!
The Imperial Palace!!
Xu Meng wished he could just close his eyes and die right there!
The young general, lacking patience, pointed a sharp blade at Xu Meng and demanded, "Hand over Huai'er!"
Huai'er?
What Huai'er?
Who is Huai'er?
Xu Meng mechanically rolled his eyes, his gaze falling on a row of swordsmen on the opposite rooftop.
Good heavens, that group of martial arts practitioners went straight up to the roof!
"Huai'er is here!" A cheer rang out.
Xu Meng looked in the direction of the sound and saw the little fat sheep they had kidnapped walking out of the stone house with a grin.
"Father! Second Uncle! Great-Grandpa! Second Grandpa!" Jiang Huai shouted as he ran towards Fu Qiyuan, who was walking out of the crowd.
Fu Qiyuan hugged him tightly, and only then did his heart finally settle down.
"It's good that you're alright. You scared your father to death!"
Fu Qichen's expression softened when he saw Jiang Huai jumping around.
"Huai'er, did they bully you?"
Jiang Huai grinned so wide his eyes disappeared. "Second Uncle, they didn't bully me. It's just that the food they cooked was really awful. I haven't eaten enough these past few days, and I'm so hungry!"
Fu Qichen looked her over carefully for a few moments, and thought, "Hmm, she does seem to have lost a lot of weight."
In an instant, a sharp gaze flew over like a knife, piercing Xu Meng's heart.
Before he died, he wanted to know one thing: who exactly was this little ancestor?
Just then, Jiang Huai's pageboy came running over carrying a piece of clothing and a bag of steamed cakes, shouting, "Young Master, please change your clothes first, and then have something to eat to fill your stomach!"
Jiang Huai cheered as he took off his clothes and put on a brand new robe.
Crown Prince?
Xu Meng's eyes were fixed on Jiang Huai's face and remained motionless.
His face was ashen.
The little kid he robbed was a prince!
Besides the imperial city of Shangjing, there are also martial arts families behind it.
Considering he never touched a single hair on this little tyrant's head, could he at least be allowed a proper burial?
The old and young of Hongmaoshan stood at the foot of the mountain, watching in unison as this group of celestial beings descended from the sky and walked past them.
The father and son riding on the white horse were truly handsome and dressed in incredibly rich clothes! The little boy was a prince, and his father was even more extraordinary—a second-rank official serving the emperor, a position so powerful it was terrifying!
The imposing and handsome young man in armor behind him is a general, and he is the little boy's uncle!
The cavalrymen walking in the middle behind are the Imperial Guards protecting the capital, while those carrying long spears on either side are the garrison of the capital. They're really formidable!
And another thing, all those martial arts figures behind them, carrying swords on their backs and knives in their hands, are all members of the same clan as the little boy!
My goodness, this child is a real gem!
Even the emperor's own son, no matter how noble, is no more than this!
The chieftain must have eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard!
By the way, where is the chieftain?
At the very back of the line, Xu Meng and Xu Da had very interesting expressions on their faces.
Despite their apparent joy, their faces were ashen and deathly pale, resembling those of people on the verge of death.
They were clearly laughing, though their laughter sounded worse than crying. They were genuinely laughing, even to the point of tears.
"Everyone, hurry back and pack! We're leaving for Guyang County first thing tomorrow morning!"
"The young master will help us settle down in Guyang County, and he'll even provide us with land, houses, and grain to grow! What are you waiting for? Go now!"
After Xu Meng and Xu Da shouted a few times, the old and young people standing at the foot of the mountain scattered in a flash, running faster than rabbits.
Xu Da wiped away his tears, laughing and crying at the same time, and said, "Brother, we've met a god, haven't we? Right, right?"
Xu Meng rubbed his face vigorously, then slumped to the ground, saying weakly, "Don't even mention gods, even if it were Yama, I'd accept my fate! This is a matter of losing my head. That little brat... Young Master, you just let me go like this. As long as you can have a way out, even if my worthless life dies right now, it's worth it!"
Xu Da knelt down next to Xu Meng, bowed several times in the direction the large group of people had gone, and asked weakly, "Brother, can Guyang County really accept us?"
Xu Meng tightened his throat and reassured him, "Yes! It's definitely possible! How could the young master's words be false?"
"After all, it's just a doll..."
"What nonsense are you spouting! What do you mean 'baby'? That's the heir apparent! He's even more powerful than the county magistrate!"
"No, brother, I heard that the magistrate of Guyang County doesn't have complete authority. There's an even more powerful figure who listens to even the magistrate!"
Xu Meng glared at him, "Even if you're older, can you be older than the young master and his father? Look at you, you're hopeless!"
The spineless Xu Da pursed his lips and remained silent, but in his heart he was thinking: Who said no one can be more powerful than the young prince and his father? I heard that Lord Fu is afraid of his wife. There is a Heavenly King above these two!
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