Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 350 - 325: Tormenting the Prime Minister

Following closely was Lian’er’s shriek: "Hey—what are you doing? This is the Prime Minister’s Mansion—causing trouble here—are you trying to overthrow the heavens?!"

No time...

Xun Qi glared fiercely at Luo San, who remained unfazed, gritting his teeth: "Luo San, it doesn’t matter if you die, but I cannot let you implicate our foster father!"

Lu Yuan spoke nonchalantly, "Then kill me! Oh, by the way, don’t forget to slash up my face, to make sure the Ministry of Justice can’t recognize me. After all, both Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian have seen my real face. The Ministry of Justice might already have my portrait."

How could Xun Qi possibly kill Luo San?

But Luo San’s remark did give Xun Qi an idea.

"Where’s your trunk?"

Lu Yuan’s gaze swept instinctively toward the corner of the bed. "Not there."

Xun Qi forcefully shoved him aside, pulled out the trunk, and retrieved a human-skin mask.

Lu Yuan stepped back.

Xun Qi called, "Men! Hold him down!"

Two mansion guards burst through the door and subdued Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan struggled with all his might: "Xun Qi, you—"

Xun Qi unceremoniously pressed his mute acupoint.

Xun Qi didn’t know martial arts; the only acupoint technique he had learned took forever to master under Xun Liu’s instruction.

Just as Xun Qi put the human-skin mask on Lu Yuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice entered with his officers.

Lian’er sobbed and stammered, "Master, they were so fierce... Lian’er couldn’t stop them—"

The Vice Minister’s gaze fell on the two men’s faces, and his expression froze: "Grand Commander?"

Xun Qi was taken aback and stared hard at someone.

That face—who else could it be but Lu Yuan?

What the hell?

The human-skin mask he grabbed at random turned out to be Lu Yuan’s?

Wasn’t Lu Yuan’s human-skin mask torn off and destroyed yesterday?

Why was there another one in the trunk?

How many Lu Yuan masks had this guy made?

Xun Qi was utterly dumbfounded.

Faced with only two choices: remove the mask, he’s Luo San; leave the mask on, he’s Lu Yuan.

Either way, the Prime Minister’s Mansion was harboring someone it shouldn’t, making guilt inevitable.

"Quick! Save the Grand Commander!"

At the Vice Minister’s command, the officers surged forward like a swarm.

They couldn’t let him be taken away. Xun Qi made a snap decision: "Come—"

Before the word "men" was out, a boy carrying a bow and arrows descended from the sky, delivering a swift kick that sent the mansion guards flying. He hoisted Lu Yuan onto his back and bolted out of the Prime Minister’s Mansion like the wind.

Lu Yuan broke through the acupoint: "Why so fast?"

He hadn’t finished watching the spectacle.

Yu Zichuan: "Got something to tell you."

Lu Yuan: "Spit it out."

Yu Zichuan: "It’s daylight."

Lu Yuan was baffled by his cryptic remark.

Then, Yu Zichuan contentedly spilled the words he had bottled up all night: "Oh, oh."

"Yu Zichuan, shut up! If you dare utter another word tonight, you’re dead!"

So that’s what "it’s daylight" meant?

Lu Yuan: "..."

Yu Zichuan, still carrying Lu Yuan, was intercepted halfway by two Hidden Guards.

"Put him down!"

One of the Hidden Guards ordered coldly.

"Oh."

Yu Zichuan complied immediately, casually tossing Lu Yuan to the ground.

Hidden Guard: "???"

Yu Zichuan bolted back into the Prime Minister’s Mansion: "The Grand Commander is inside. They won’t let me take him out."

The Miao King’s body shuddered. "Didn’t I say so? Your Prime Minister’s Mansion really has my grandson! Fine, fine, fine! Today I’ll risk my life to save my grandson!"

A young noble raised his fist and loudly rallied: "Let’s save him! Save him!"

The common folk’s spirits were ignited; their cries echoed in unison: "Save him! Save him!"

The young noble climbed atop a carriage, brandishing a makeshift Commander Flag crafted from his outer robe, shouting with passion: "Rescue the Grand Commander—"

The crowd roared: "Rescue the Grand Commander—"

In an instant, a spontaneous uprising erupted outside the gates of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

The tide of people surged, hearts ablaze!

Grand General Han arrived with his troops, glaring sharply at the young noble agitating the crowd: "Han Lin! Get down here!"

Han Lin’s hair stood on end: Uh-oh, caught by Uncle!

Crash!

The massive gates of the Prime Minister’s Mansion were kicked down by the Miao King, collapsing heavily onto the ground and shaking the entire street.

"Grandson—I’m here to save you—"

...

"Prime Minister! Something terrible has happened! The mansion is under siege!"

Prime Minister Xun was accompanying the Emperor in reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study Room when a little eunuch rushed in, flustered and panicked.

Zong Zhengxi asked curiously, "Under siege? By what force?"

The little eunuch, realizing his loss of composure, quickly fell to his knees. "Reporting to Your Majesty, someone from the Prime Minister’s Mansion has entered the palace, saying something has happened at the residence and requesting the Prime Minister’s decision."

Zong Zhengxi hastened to say, "Prime Minister Xun, please go handle this at once. I’ll review the remaining memorials myself."

"I take my leave, Your Majesty."

Prime Minister Xun cupped his hands and withdrew.

After leaving the Imperial Study Room, the little eunuch reported everything happening at the mansion in detail.

The siege of the Prime Minister’s Mansion—unprecedented in history—had left even the soldiers under Grand General Han’s command dumbfounded.

It was like Prime Minister Xun, in trying to eliminate his adversaries during court sessions, had neglected to keep his own house from being robbed. Not only were the soldiers puzzled, but even Prime Minister Xun himself harbored a fleeting moment of suspicion.

The current chaos in the Mansion could only be quelled by his direct intervention.

However, no one anticipated what would happen next. Before he even dismounted from the carriage, the deranged Miao King lunged at him, tackling him to the ground!

"Ah—Grandson—Where are you—"

"Grandpa can’t find you—Grandpa’s going insane—"

The crazy person was me all along!

Saying things that leave others speechless!

Prime Minister Xun, caught off guard, landed amongst the crowd, sprawling pathetically!

A sharp pain erupted from his back as if his bones had been shattered. His eyes blazed with rage: "Miao King, you—"

The Miao King, now astride Prime Minister Xun, delivered a resounding slap with his palm!

Smack!

"Ah—My grandson—I’m losing my mind—"

Prime Minister Xun was utterly dumbfounded by the blow!

Smack!

A second slap, delivered with a backhanded swing, landed!

"Without my grandson—I’m truly and completely mad—"

Prime Minister Xun’s face instantly puffed up in swelling.

The Miao King, alternating between slaps, wasn’t finished yet. Grabbing Prime Minister Xun by the throat with both hands, he howled hysterically: "Give me back my grandson—pity this poor old man—my grandson—"

Prime Minister Xun tried to speak, but the grip on his throat was too tight for any sound to escape.

Grand General Han bellowed, "Miao King! Have you lost your mind? That’s the Prime Minister!"

An old woman patted Grand General Han’s shoulder, gave the Miao King a glance, and said sympathetically, "Ah, hasn’t he quite literally lost his mind?"

Grand General Han: "..."

"Grandson—"

Each wail from the Miao King accompanied a vicious tug at Prime Minister Xun’s neck, slamming him slightly to the ground. Though the force wasn’t great, it carried hidden Inner Strength.

What the heck, he’s not dead yet?

Does the old traitor have martial arts skills?

Grand General Han unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the Miao King. "Release the Prime Minister at once, or don’t blame me for being merciless!"

"Ah! Without my grandson, what’s the point of living? I might as well die now!"

The Miao King, wailing and crying, unsheathed the dagger at his waist and slashed it toward his own throat.

"Father—no—please!"

Liu Qingyun, her beauty stricken with alarm, threw herself toward the Miao King.

In one smooth motion, the Miao King twisted the dagger, aiming it straight for Prime Minister Xun’s forehead.

Old traitor Xun, let’s see how you escape from this one!