Chapter 251 What she can't have, no one else can have either!
All the ostentation of the day resulted in nothing but calm.
This even made her begin to doubt whether the assassination attempt during the rainstorm that day was a complete hoax.
Perhaps those people weren't after her in the first place; they just happened to run into her. Now that they've realized they've targeted the wrong person, they've naturally disappeared.
The moment the thought arose, she extinguished it herself.
Just as her mind was racing, a piercing cry, like a sharp knife, stabbed into her heart.
"Miss! Miss—!"
Meng Shilan turned around abruptly.
Chunxing stumbled and staggered through the crowd, running desperately towards her.
Her face was covered in tears and fear.
"Something terrible has happened, Miss!"
Chunxing stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but Guo Fan caught her with quick reflexes.
Meng Shilan's heart sank suddenly, as if it had been gripped tightly, and she could barely breathe.
"Tell me slowly, what happened?"
Her voice was frighteningly calm, with only her fingertips trembling slightly.
Chunxing cried out, almost shouting.
"The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion has been attacked!"
"Young Master has been kidnapped!"
boom--!
Meng Shilan's mind went blank with a "buzz".
All the surrounding sounds receded like the tide.
The whole world was deathly silent.
She felt a sudden dizziness and her vision went black.
Little Fatty...has been kidnapped?
How could that be?
She made a big show of herself today, drawing everyone's attention to herself, all to lure the snake out of its hole.
She thought they were after her.
That's wrong.
That's completely wrong!
What a brilliant tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain!
Meng Shilan's face drained of all color in an instant, turning ashen white.
But no matter how much they planned, they never expected the other party to be so audacious as to break into the Duke's mansion and snatch someone!
Chunxing cried, "Seven or eight masked men broke into the courtyard. Their target was clear: the young master!"
"Sister Shuang'er was stabbed in the chest by them while protecting the young lady, and she is still unconscious..."
Meng Shilan watched Chunxing's mouth open and close, and almost lost her footing.
Shuang'er is seriously injured...
Fatty Xi was kidnapped...
Her heart ached so much it felt like it was going to burst, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.
She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to calm down.
Don't panic, absolutely don't panic now!
He Ran, and He Ran again.
"Where is He Ran? How is He Ran?" Meng Shilan's voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from her throat.
Chunxing: "Miss He has gone after her!"
...
On the outskirts of Beijing, along the official road.
A worn-out carriage was speeding along, its hooves kicking up clouds of dust.
Behind the carriage, a figure in blue followed closely like a ghost.
Her left arm was soaked with blood, and her face was pale from blood loss, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, fixed on the carriage in front of her.
The masked man, holding the little chubby boy, leaped and nimbly slipped into the waiting carriage.
The remaining masked men immediately dispersed, forming a human wall, brandishing long knives, intending to block their retreat.
He Ran didn't even glance at them.
All she could see was that carriage!
The long whip, like a serpent emerging from its hole, coiled around the ankle of a masked man, and with a single forceful movement, flung him away violently.
She didn't have time to fight these people. With a light touch of her toes on the ground, she shot towards the carriage like an arrow.
"Pfft!"
A sharp gust of wind swept in from behind.
He Ran couldn't turn to the side in time, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.
She let out a muffled groan, completely ignoring the deadly attack behind her, and used the momentum to propel herself towards the carriage even faster, reaching out to lift the curtain.
A foot wearing a black boot suddenly kicked out from inside the carriage, striking her squarely in the chest.
He Ran was kicked and sent flying backwards. She reacted quickly, gripping the car window tightly with one hand.
She was hanging sideways beside the carriage, with flying stones kicked up by the wheels hitting her body and face.
The blood on her shoulder had almost soaked through her entire shoulder. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she bit her tongue hard, bursting out with astonishing strength in an instant. She flipped over and pounced on him again.
This time, instead of opening the car door, she leaped onto the roof of the speeding car.
"court death."
A hoarse voice rang out, and the masked leader of the group climbed out of the car window and onto the roof.
He never imagined that a woman could be so fearless of death.
"He's still a tough nut to crack." The masked leader gestured for the others to step back.
The carriage sped along, and the small space on its roof became the most dangerous battlefield.
The flashes of swords and whips intertwined in an instant.
He Ran's whip technique was agile and ruthless, with each move aimed at the opponent's vital points, a fighting style that was entirely about exchanging life for life.
Inside the train carriage.
The roof of the vehicle emitted muffled thuds and the sharp clang of clashing weapons, causing the vehicle to shake violently.
Song Jiyun held the unconscious little chubby boy, his face ashen, and he almost burst into a tirade of curses.
A bunch of useless trash!
He can't even handle one woman!
If she catches up with me and discovers my identity, then everything will be over!
She was both anxious and angry, holding the child tightly in her arms, her fingernails almost digging into her palms.
Amidst the bumpy ride, she subconsciously looked down and her gaze fell on Xiao Pangxi's face.
The child, barely a year old, was drugged and fast asleep. His long eyelashes resembled two small fans, and his delicately sculpted face was so adorable it melted anyone's heart.
However, those eyebrows, those nose, those tightly pursed lips...
He's a miniature version of Zhou Congxian!
He's even more like him than Zhou Jiafu!
A sharp pain suddenly pierced Song Jiyun's heart.
Jealousy and resentment, like poisonous vines, instantly spread throughout her internal organs.
Zhou Congxian!
She suffered so much from being deceived!
He clearly only has eyes for her, and he clearly said he only loves her!
Because of the phrase "I love her," she believed it. Foolishly, she spoke highly of him to her brother and paved the way for him, thinking she had found the right person for her life.
But what was the result?
He harbored malicious intentions, proceeded cautiously, and approached her, trying to please her.
However, it was all to use her, gather evidence of her brother's crimes, dismantle the Song family's power, and bring the Song family down in one fell swoop!
What a clever scheme by the Crown Prince of England! What a brilliant move to use someone else to do his dirty work and then discard them after they've served their purpose!
Song Jiyun's eyes grew colder and colder, until only resentment remained.
She looked at the small face in her arms that resembled Zhou Congxian so much, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of her lips.
To help the Zhao family with a blood test for kinship?
That's ridiculous.
When did Song Jiyun fall so low as to be used as a pawn by an old hag?
If she can't have it, no one else can!
She wanted to personally destroy what Zhou Congxian cared about most, and to let that bitch Meng Shilan taste what it meant to be heartbroken and what it meant to wish she were dead!
What she wanted was Meng Shilan's beloved!
It's her fate!
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