Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 361 - 336: Battle of Wits and Bravery

Midnight.

Chen Long had returned.

Covered in blood, he carried a man equally blood-soaked into the Miao King’s courtyard.

The Miao King yawned, "Who is it, at this ungodly hour? After stirring up trouble at the Prime Minister’s Mansion and then the Ministry of Justice, I’m exhausted."

He pushed open the door and saw... a corpse on the ground?

"Dead?"

"Still breathing."

Chen Long replied.

Yu Zichuan’s figure flashed from the large tree, heading to the main courtyard.

Lu Yuan lay on the bed with his eyes closed: "You dare slap the Governor awake? You’re done for."

Yu Zichuan’s hand froze mid-air.

Bao Shu had woken Lu Yuan like that last time, but when it was his turn, it clearly wasn’t allowed. Yu Zichuan felt quite frustrated.

The sound of Lu Yuan rising woke Meng Qianqian.

"Go back to sleep."

Lu Yuan said.

Meng Qianqian replied, "I can sleep tomorrow just the same."

The couple got dressed and stepped out of the room, only to find Bai Yuwei standing under the corridor, looking deeply startled.

"Where are you two going?"

Bai Yuwei asked.

Meng Qianqian said, "Chen Long’s returned to the mansion. He’s with Grandpa; we’re going to take a look."

Bai Yuwei immediately said, "Then I’m going too!"

Meng Qianqian gave her a suspicious glance and asked, "Little sister, what business do you have at the main courtyard at midnight?"

"Nothing!"

Bai Yuwei turned away.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Mm... No!"

Bai Yuwei quickly denied after reacting.

Meng Qianqian curled her lips slightly but didn’t expose her.

Thinking back on Bai Yuwei’s days in the Capital City, she truly pitied her. Coddled and protected since birth, yet dragged through dangers with them in the Capital.

Though Bai Yuwei had the temperament of a spoiled lady, wasn’t it true she was also born with the fortune of one?

Meng Qianqian thoughtfully asked, "Do you want to sleep with me later?"

Lu Yuan frowned, "Then where do I sleep?"

Meng Qianqian cleared her throat, "When Tan’er gets scared, she always comes over to sleep with me."

"So you’ve completely forgotten about the Governor, haven’t you?"

Without waiting for Meng Qianqian’s response, Lu Yuan coldly said, "Mark it down."

Meng Qianqian froze.

That... counted as a strike?

That would mean later she...

"Why is your face red?"

Bai Yuwei turned to Meng Qianqian and asked.

Meng Qianqian replied seriously, "A little hot."

Bai Yuwei glared at Lu Yuan, "I think you’re scared of him! Look at you, how useless—learn from our Miaojiang Goddess. If he doesn’t behave, just divorce him!"

Lu Yuan glanced at her, "Whose little sister are you anyway?"

Bai Yuwei huffed, "Bai Qingchen’s! I never acknowledged you as my brother."

Lu Yuan chuckled lightly, "Haven’t recognized a brother yet, but acknowledged a sister-in-law?"

Bai Yuwei blurted out, "Brother-in-law works too."

Lu Yuan: "..."

"Grandpa!"

Bai Yuwei, scared of being smacked, quickly dashed into the courtyard and clung to the Miao King’s arm.

The Miao King was staring solemnly at the man on the ground.

Bai Yuwei finally noticed him and asked strangely, "Huh? He looks familiar."

Meng Qianqian said, "It’s the expert from the secret passage."

Bai Yuwei suddenly realized, "So it’s him, no wonder I felt like I’d seen him somewhere before. But his looks... are just average then."

The mask covering his face had been removed by Chen Long, exposing a strong-featured face.

Meng Qianqian only gave it a brief glance before turning her focus to Chen Long. "Brother, you’re injured?"

She had acknowledged Chen Long as her brother, a sentiment known among her close ones.

Chen Long glanced at his blood-drenched right arm, "It’s just a minor wound, nothing serious."

Meng Qianqian grabbed his arm, "Bleeding so much counts as a minor wound? Yu Zichuan, can you help me fetch my medical kit from my husband’s and my room?"

Yu Zichuan obediently went.

Chen Long asked the Miao King, "He understands Miaojiang’s Gu Technique. Does the Miao King recognize him?"

The Miao King furrowed his brows in seriousness, "I’ve never seen such a person. If he’s truly a top expert from the Eight Great Tribes, I shouldn’t fail to recognize him."

Bai Yuwei declared confidently, "See? I told you he’s not one of us from Miaojiang! Miaojiang wouldn’t produce traitors!"

Meng Qianqian crouched down, examined his injuries, and checked his pulse, "He can be saved. We’ll ask him when he wakes up."

Lu Yuan looked down at the man coldly, "Fine. The dungeon in the Governor Mansion hasn’t seen blood in a long while."

"Carry him inside,"

said the Miao King.

Then he also arranged a room for Chen Long.

As Chen Long was wanted by the Ministry of Justice, staying in the Governor Mansion would be too conspicuous. Temporarily residing in the Miao King’s courtyard was safest.

Yu Zichuan returned with the medical kit.

Since the mysterious man’s injuries were more severe, Meng Qianqian had to treat him first.

Lu Yuan carried a tray to Chen Long’s room.

Chen Long waited and waited, only for this guy to show up. His face immediately darkened, "Why’s it you?"

Lu Yuan casually laughed, "The Governor of rank one personally tending to your wounds, and you’re complaining? Hurry up, roll up your sleeve, or your wound will heal improperly."

Chen Long didn’t move.

"Tch, stubborn mule,"

Lu Yuan sat down beside him dismissively, picked up a bottle of golden sore medicine and said, "The Prime Minister has been taken away by the Ministry of Justice."

"I know."

He’d heard the people talking on his way back. News spread faster than he’d expected.

What he didn’t know was that Liu Qingyun had spent extravagantly, buying public opinion.

Lu Yuan seemed to speak casually, "They must have found some other evidence in the secret passage?"

Chen Long didn’t deny it.

Lu Yuan sprinkled some powder over his wound.

"I’ll do it myself!"

Chen Long stood, looked at the powder spilled all over him, and snatched the medicine bottle indignantly.

Lu Yuan smirked and reminded, "Hemostatic Powder first, then golden sore medicine."

Chen Long glared at him with disdain, "I don’t need your reminder."

Lu Yuan raised a brow, "Oh."

Chen Long paused and said, "I can’t give you the evidence for now."

Lu Yuan quickly understood, "You want to use it to negotiate with the Prime Minister? Exchange it for the Shang family’s child?"

"Yes," Chen Long said. "I’m not good at lying. If I hand the evidence over to you or show it to you, the Prime Minister will certainly see through me. I can’t take this risk."

Lu Yuan smirked, "You do have self-awareness. Who taught you that?"

Chen Long frowned, "What do you mean?"

Lu Yuan raised his brow, "You’re bad at lying and bad at hiding things."

Chen Long’s ability to reach the pinnacle of martial arts stemmed precisely from his pure and unblemished heart.

For Lu Yuan, a man adept at outwitting fox-like figures such as the Prime Minister, seeing through a pure heart was child’s play.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Meng Qianqian suddenly appeared at the door.

Lu Yuan’s expression changed. He hurried to grab the medicine bottle from the table.

Chen Long swiftly spoke, "I’m applying medicine myself."

Meng Qianqian walked in, "How can you treat yourself? Your right hand is injured—it’s inconvenient!"

Chen Long looked at Lu Yuan and said in a low voice, "He wouldn’t apply it for me."

Lu Yuan, who was suddenly being framed: "...!!"