Chapter 438 Chunchun, stop speaking well of that silly girl
He held his bleeding right leg in horror, watching the continuously gushing blood stain his trouser leg and the ground red. He twitched in pain, his voice distorted: "Bitch, you...what did you do to me?!"
Lan Xiyue calmly withdrew her arm and blew casually at the muzzle of the gun, which still had a wisp of smoke.
That posture, lazy yet deadly dangerous.
She walked forward slowly, her embroidered shoes making crisp sounds on the bluestone slabs, and every step seemed to be stepping on the strong man's heart.
"Run!" She walked over to the limp man, looking down at him with a playful tone like a cat playing with a mouse. "Why don't you keep running?"
The sturdy man looked at Lan Xiyue at this moment as if he was looking at a demon crawling out of hell, with only endless fear in his eyes.
The tall, thin man was so frightened that his soul was almost gone. Where was his fierceness? He endured the severe pain in his chest and forced a flattering smile that was uglier than crying, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Auntie! Princess! I was blind! I was blinded by greed! We were wrong! Please have mercy on us and let us go! We won't dare to do it again!"
Lan Xiyue flipped her wrist, and the pistol disappeared into her sleeve (stored in space). She clapped her hands, as if brushing off a little dust, and said in a cold and calm voice: "An Yi."
The moment the words fell, a ghostly black figure silently emerged from the shadows at the corner of the alley, knelt on one knee, and replied respectfully, "I am here."
Lan Xiyue didn't even bother to look at the two people lying on the ground. She ordered indifferently, "Tie these two filthy bastards up tightly and throw them into the Jingzhao prison. Let them spend the rest of their lives there."
"Yes, sir!" An Yi responded and snapped his fingers crisply at another shadow.
Two more black shadows suddenly appeared like bats blending into the night. They moved swiftly, took out ropes, and in a few seconds tied up the two gangsters who were still wailing and begging for mercy like dumplings, blocked their mouths, and dragged them away from the scene quickly like dead dogs, leaving only a small pool of glaring blood on the ground and a faint smell of gunpowder and blood in the air.
The crisis was resolved and silence returned to the alley.
Yun Yiyi finally relaxed completely. She looked at Lan Xiyue's sleeves, and her big eyes were instantly filled with admiration. The fear just now was thrown away.
She jumped to Lan Xiyue like a little bird, and asked curiously and eagerly: "Cousin! Cousin! What hidden weapon did you use just now? It's so powerful! The sound is so loud and the power is so great! Can...can you let me see it?" She stretched out her hand, eager to try.
Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes at her in annoyance, as if she were looking at an ignorant and troublesome child. "Come on, you're such a clumsy girl, you can only close your eyes and scream when you encounter trouble. If I give you the thing, you might get yourself hurt before you hurt anyone else."
She turned to An Yi and ordered crisply, "An Yi, send her back home."
"Yes!" An Yi bowed and accepted the order. He stepped aside to make way and said to Yun Yiyi, "Miss Yun, I will take you back to the mansion."
Yun Yiyi took small steps to Lan Xiyue's side, tugged at her sleeve and gently shook her. With a hint of coquettishness, she once again raised the small box as if offering a treasure: "Cousin, look, this is really a gift I picked out especially for you. Please at least take a look."
"Okay, got it. Go back!" The last two words carried an unquestionable command.
Yun Yiyi's lips unconsciously pursed, like a little flower bud that had been wronged. She looked at Lan Xiyue eagerly, "Cousin, where are you going? Can I... follow you..."
Before he finished speaking, Lan Xiyue's frosty eyes swept over him lightly, with a cold and distant look.
Yun Yiyi instantly felt like a quail with its neck strangled. She swallowed the rest of her words back and her shoulders shrank slightly.
She quickly changed her words, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible loss: "Cousin, then I... will leave." After that, she didn't dare to look at Lan Xiyue again. She turned around hastily, pulling Xiaoya beside her. The master and servant disappeared quickly at the alley with a bit of loneliness.
Chuchun looked at Yun Yiyi's departing back and couldn't help but chuckle. She moved closer to Lan Xiyue and said in a voice that seemed to understand, "Princess, it turns out that Miss Yun sneaked out to buy you a gift, and that's why she was targeted by those blind villains."
Lan Xiyue curled her lips and didn't respond. Her expression seemed to be saying, "What a waste of time."
Chuchun was not afraid of her cold face and continued to speak softly, "Princess, I have seen it clearly. Miss Yun has realized her mistakes and now sincerely wants to get close to you and please you."
Lan Xiyue glanced at Chuchun helplessly, her tone tinged with impatience. "Chunchun, stop speaking well of that silly girl. For the sake of my grandmother, I won't hold a grudge against her. But that brain of hers..." She snorted softly, her words revealing undisguised disdain. "She panics when things get tough, and doesn't use her brain when she goes out. I don't care."
Chuchun just smiled and said nothing. She knew her own princess's hard-mouthed but soft-hearted nature best.
If he really didn't bother to pay attention, how could he have noticed those two sneaky guys following Miss Yun, and how could he have followed them and rescued her without hesitation?
The master, his servant and his two companions strolled out of the dark alley and reintegrated into the bustling street.
The winter sun brings a little warmth, but it cannot dispel the biting cold in the air.
Before they knew it, they had arrived near the tall city gate.
The situation at the city gate was completely different from that in the bustling streets.
In front of the makeshift porridge stall, there was a long queue, most of whom were ragged, skinny people.
The biting cold wind blew up the remaining snow on the ground and blew away their thin and worn clothes.
The guards of the palace were distributing steaming rice porridge in an orderly manner.
Looking at the refugees who were shivering with cold but still waiting quietly and orderly, Lan Xiyue nodded slightly.
An Yi was indeed efficient. These guards who distributed porridge were none other than those from her palace.
Chu Xia looked at the scene in front of her, her brows furrowed, and her eyes showed deep pity: "Princess, they... are so pitiful. In this cold winter, their homes were destroyed, and they have to come to the capital to beg for food. Fortunately, you are kind-hearted, and people are giving out porridge here, so they don't starve to death." She spoke softly with a sigh.
Chuchun nodded silently, her eyes sweeping over the refugees' red and cracked hands and feet and the purple chilblains on their cheeks, and her heart ached.
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