Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 18: Would You Be Willing to Be the Lady of this Governor?

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Would You Be Willing to Be the Lady of this Governor?

"Miss! Miss!"

Ban Xia ran out, crying.

A young woman stumbled past her and rushed inside, heading toward the wailing child.

At that moment, the child was being comforted by Lady Wang.

The woman knelt before Lady Wang with a thud, saying, "Thank you, madam, for saving my son!"

Lady Wang quickly replied, "It wasn’t me who saved your son; it was the General’s wife!"

The woman embraced her son, looked around, and saw Lu Lingxiao in armor alongside Lin Wan’er, who was veiled.

The common people might not recognize court officials, but an individual clad in armor was unmistakably a General. The one by his side, no doubt, must be his wife.

She hurried over with her son to express her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, General’s wife..."

Another lady glanced at Lin Wan’er coldly and said, "She’s not the General’s wife at all! The true General’s wife sacrificed herself to save everyone here and was captured by two Beiliang spies!"

"Exactly! How could a cowardly woman dare to call herself the General’s wife?"

"Didn’t she quite enjoy pretending earlier? But in the crucial moment, why didn’t she claim to be the General’s wife?"

From the moment Meng Qianqian stood up, no one doubted her identity anymore.

These words were not only addressed to the woman and Lin Wan’er but also meant for Lu Lingxiao to hear.

Your wife risked her life, and yet you saved another woman first—

Lu Lingxiao did not know what had transpired earlier, but from what the ladies said, Meng Qianqian had saved the child and everyone else. This astonished him greatly.

That timid girl was barely capable of self-preservation. How could she have mustered the courage to stand against Beiliang spies?

Could it be a misunderstanding?

This was not the time to investigate further. The urgent matter was to capture those two Beiliang spies and rescue Meng Qianqian.

"I’ll go save her. You head back first."

After those words, Lu Lingxiao turned to leave.

Lin Wan’er tried to pull him back but failed.

Lu Lingxiao had barely reached the street when he encountered Ban Xia, who had fallen and injured herself. He lifted her up.

Ban Xia shoved him away, screaming and crying, "Go away! You let my Miss fall into their hands! You saved a seductress instead of rescuing my Miss... I hate you! I hate you!"

Lu Lingxiao furrowed his brows but said nothing in defense.

Suddenly, Ban Xia knelt, pleading desperately and helplessly, "Please, Master... Please rescue Miss... No matter what, she is your wife."

Lu Lingxiao tightly gripped the hilt of his sword. "I will bring her back."

Meanwhile, the two Beiliang spies, having captured Meng Qianqian, seized a carriage.

The Beiliang spy who had minor injuries drove the carriage, while Meng Qianqian and another occupied the carriage interior. The latter pressed a long blade against her neck.

"Brother, the woman Lu Lingxiao saved earlier must be the real one! This girl is worthless to us—she’s just a burden. Let’s kill her instead!"

Mercy was out of the question; Beiliang and Great Zhou had a decade-long blood feud. There was no pity for Great Zhou citizens!

The driver sped onward. "Brother, why aren’t you saying anything?"

"Something’s off!"

replied the heavily injured spy.

"What’s wrong, Brother?"

The injured man lifted the curtain and peered out at the eerily deserted street. "Too quiet. When was this street ever so silent?"

His observation spooked the mildly injured spy, who now sensed something amiss as well.

More than that, under the bright sun, a chilling sensation crept up his back—like... something dangerous was approaching.

"Stop the carriage!"

The injured man shouted sharply.

The lightly injured spy quickly pulled the reins tightly, bringing the carriage to a halt.

Just an inch from their noses, a taut, nearly translucent thread glimmered faintly under the sunlight.

It was a secret weapon of the Jinyi Guard, sharp enough to cut through iron as though it were clay.

If they had rushed forward heedlessly, both they and the carriage would have been sliced cleanly in half.

The spy’s limbs turned icy cold, his body breaking out in a cold sweat in an instant!

"B-Brother..."

Frightened beyond words, he stuttered in terror.

At that moment, a drawling laugh echoed. Looking ahead, he suddenly noticed a purple-clad figure who had somehow appeared on the deserted street.

The man sat atop an intricately carved official’s chair, his feet propped on a servant whose back served as his stool, utterly motionless.

He had a strikingly beautiful and flamboyant face, with phoenix-like eyes brimming with danger and mirth. His lips curled into a roguish smirk, exuding arrogance.

Beside him stood several Jinyi Guards dressed in their signature flying fish robes.

Inside the carriage, the injured spy’s low voice finally uttered, "It turns out it is the Grand Commander. What an honor, what an honor."

Lu Yuan replied with faint mockery, "What honor could there be between myself and you Beiliang dogs? Kill them."

The Jinyi Guards cupped their hands. "Yes!"

"Wait!"

The man inside the carriage tore open the curtain and shoved Meng Qianqian out, holding his blade against her neck in threat. "If the Grand Commander dares touch even a hair of ours, I’ll take her with me to the grave!"

Lu Yuan chuckled, "Whether a woman lives or dies means nothing to me."

The Beiliang spy pressed the blade closer. "But she is the wife of Lu Lingxiao, the Northern Frontier General!"

"You said it yourself—she’s Lu Lingxiao’s wife, not mine."

Lu Yuan’s gaze lingered on Meng Qianqian’s calm expression before his lips curled into an even deeper smile. "Why not ask her? Would she rather be my wife? If she agrees, then for her sake, I’ll spare the two of you."

"I wouldn’t agree."

Meng Qianqian replied indifferently.

Lu Yuan looked at the man holding the knife and spread his hands helplessly, his smile growing slyer. "Hear that?"

The lightly injured spy dropped the reins and drew his sword. "Brother! Stop dithering with this brat. I’ll hold them off—you escape first!"

The man inside the carriage gave Lu Yuan a piercing stare, saying, "Let’s see whether you truly care so little about Great Zhou lives!"

He aimed for Meng Qianqian’s arm and swung his blade fiercely downward!

Meng Qianqian remained still, seated calmly inside the carriage.

Whoosh!

An arrow sliced through the air, piercing through the man’s temple.

His body stiffened, his eyes filled with disbelief, before he toppled straight out of the carriage.

The lightly injured spy roared in fury, "Brother—! I’ll fight you to the death!"

He soared through the air, bypassing the deadly silk thread, channeling all his strength into a strike aimed at Lu Yuan!

Hidden archers on the rooftops drew their large bows, firing three arrows in unison.

Clang!

A barely audible collision echoed in the air. One of the arrows targeting the vital point had deflected ever so slightly at an almost imperceptible angle.

The Beiliang spy was struck and hurled to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The Jinyi Guard commander approached, collected the silk-thread weapon, knelt by the injured man to check his condition, and turned to the archer with a grin. "Didn’t think you’d ever miss. But luckily, your error lets us keep this one alive."

The archer furrowed his brows sharply in puzzlement.

He... had missed?