Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 395 - 366 Recognition

The Miao King finished speaking and stepped to the side.

Meng Qianqian first caught sight of a young man wearing a blue cloak.

The young man was tall and slender, with delicate, handsome features. His face was flawless, like jade, with a single red cinnabar mark between his brows. His eyes were clear and bright, exuding intelligence and a heroic spirit.

Perhaps because he was in an unfamiliar place, he appeared somewhat wary.

Meng Qianqian stared at him in a daze, as if she were seeing her Second Uncle again. Her eyes instantly grew wet with tears.

Behind the young man stood a young girl in a pink cloak, whom he was guarding closely.

The girl shyly and nervously peeked out, taking in the scene before her.

This gave Meng Qianqian a clear view of the girl’s features.

Her face was oval-shaped, with a peach-like blush. Her eyebrows were fine, resembling distant mountain peaks. Her large, round eyes gleamed, and the pure black of her pupils sparkled like obsidian reflecting starlight.

As Meng Qianqian examined her, the girl looked back at Meng Qianqian.

As their eyes met, the girl immediately shrank back, hiding her face.

The young man instinctively reached back to shield her.

Meng Qianqian’s eyes grew even wetter.

For years now, her Second Aunt, after marrying into the Shang Family, had maintained this same kind of endearing innocence, always protected so well by her Second Uncle...

But when she thought of her naïve and straightforward Second Aunt enduring so much humiliation and hardship to infiltrate the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion for vengeance, Meng Qianqian’s heart felt as though it were being pierced by needles.

The Miao King glanced at the siblings, then at Meng Qianqian. Sensing the increasingly strange atmosphere, he scratched his head and said, "Alright, alright, it’s a joyous occasion—let’s not stay so tense! Time to reunite!"

He walked up to Meng Qianqian and said, "My dear granddaughter-in-law, stop crying. I brought them back here to make you happy, not to make you cry. If they’re upsetting you, I’ll just toss them back to the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion!"

At these words, the young man and girl both widened their eyes in shock. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Meng Qianqian managed a tearful smile. "Grandfather, I’m not crying because I’m upset. I’m crying because I’m happy."

The Miao King covered his mouth with the back of his hand and whispered, "Granddaughter-in-law, don’t you think our journey back went a bit too smoothly? The assassins from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion were pretty useless in martial arts. Could this be a trap?"

Hearing this, the twin siblings nearly dropped their jaws in astonishment.

Meng Qianqian glanced at them before turning back to the Miao King. "Could it be that your martial arts are just too advanced, Grandfather, making those assassins seem incompetent? Maybe someone else would’ve died seven or eight times already!"

The Miao King stroked his chin, falling into contemplation.

They resembled her Second Uncle and Second Aunt so much that it was impossible to deny they shared the blood of the Shang Family.

Moreover, it wasn’t just their appearance—it was also that inexplicable bond, as if something had been written into their very bones, that gave Meng Qianqian certainty they were the family she had been searching for.

Meng Qianqian hadn’t been this emotional even when killing Prime Minister Xun. But standing before her Second Uncle’s and Second Aunt’s children, she found it overwhelmingly difficult to stay composed, as she usually would.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly stepped toward the two of them. "I am your sister."

"Shang Jiu, your cousin sister."

Meng Qianqian wanted to take their hands but hesitated, holding back. In a softer voice, she asked, "Do you know about your origins?"

The Miao King answered, "I told them on the way back to the capital."

Meng Qianqian froze. "What do you mean? Are you saying that all these years in the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, they were kept in the dark about who they really were?"

The Miao King sighed. "Yes, the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion lied to them, claiming they were the children of the Pavilion Master. Chen Long took them away, and at one point, this brat almost stabbed Chen Long."

Remembering something, Meng Qianqian hurriedly asked, "The blood on the bundle..."

The Miao King pointed at the young man. "It was his own."

He didn’t stab Chen Long—ended up stabbing himself instead.

Chen Long wasn’t about to coddle him.

Aside from his sister, Chen Long didn’t bother pampering anyone.

Brought up in this embarrassing story, the young man’s eyes flickered with a trace of discomfort.

"Is your injury healed?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

"It’s long healed,"

The young man replied coolly.

Looking at his awkward and prickly demeanor, Meng Qianqian couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "You’re just like Second Uncle! I’m Little Nine. What are your names?"

"Speak,"

The Miao King said in his signature roguish tone.

Recalling the Miao King’s "lessons" on the journey, which had been nothing short of tragic, the young man turned his face away, reluctantly answering, "Wuyou. My sister is Changle."