Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 522: Chapter 522 Difficult to be a Hostage (17)

Chapter 522: Chapter 522 Difficult to be a Hostage (17)

“Miss Cui.” Chang Yan was also startled by Chuzheng’s behavior. The volume of Miss Cui’s voice was too loud. As Chang Yan came to her senses, she immediately spoke out for Chuzheng, “How can you be so rude? This is the Prince of Wei Country. How is it decent for you to point and gesture like that? Hasn’t the Marquis Yongan’s Mansion taught you any manners?”

Chang Yan did not like Miss Cui.

Because of her behavior.

While Chang Yan was not exactly the quiet and demure lady expected of noble girls.

She still had her limits and bottom line.

She could not appreciate Miss Cui’s style of behaving like the Scions of Noble Families, seeking pleasure recklessly, and even flirting with men on the streets, abusing her power to bully others.

Miss Cui had yet to find the right words to restart the conversation.

When Chang Yan suddenly spoke up, she immediately turned her gaze towards her.

Narrowing her eyes, Miss Cui sized up Chang Yan. Although she was in men’s clothes, their acquaintance was one of familiarity, and there was no way that Miss Cui could fail to recognize her.

Her red lips curved into a mocking sneer, “Chang Yan… it’s you. Mind your own business. This is between him and me, what does it have to do with you?”

Chang Yan did not like Miss Cui, and naturally, Miss Cui did not like Chang Yan either.

“What business do you have with the Prince of Wei Country?” Chang Yan stood up straight, not at all intimidated, “Don’t bring your antics before me.”

“Heh, what, you defend him so, do you like him?” Miss Cui’s arrogance was written all over her face, “Do you know he went to the Pouring Red Building? Do you know he called for a man there to seek pleasure?”

Chuzheng: “…” No! I didn’t! Nonsense!

Chang Yan stiffened in shock, disbelief swirling in her gaze as she turned to look at Chuzheng.

The Pouring Red Building??

Men??

It wasn’t strange for men to visit the Pouring Red Building, but to seek out men… Was this a preference for the company of other men?

“You didn’t know, did you.” Miss Cui, as if she held a secret of the heavens, laughed with schadenfreude, full of self-confidence, “Our Wei Country’s Hostage here has hidden depths; he prefers men.”

Chuzheng spoke with an icy tone devoid of any fluctuations, “Whether I like men or women, what’s that to you?”

Miss Cui said, “I’m doing this to enlighten our dear Miss Chang Yan, to open her eyes and see clearly. Don’t be fooled by some who appear virtuous but are actually scoundrels in scholars’ clothing.”

Chuzheng—”pretentiously virtuous scoundrel”—said, “…”

Chuzheng flicked his sleeves and suddenly moved towards Miss Cui.

Miss Cui held her head high, her chin up, unafraid as she locked gazes with him.

“The Prince of Wei Country… ah…”

Miss Cui staggered back several steps from the kick, only held from falling out the door by her attendants, thus sparing her a humiliating tumble.

Chang Yan tensed up in total shock.

Disbelief and confusion intermingled in her beautiful eyes.

Was this the same Hostage from Wei Country?

“Wei Shisan!!” Miss Cui hollered along with Princess Yun Lan, “Have you lost your mind! I am the daughter of Marquis Yongan, how dare you hit me!”

“Oh.”

Chuzheng lifted his foot again, and landed another kick on Miss Cui.

This time, Miss Cui and her attendants were sent flying out of the shop, causing quite a commotion.

The people on the streets stopped to watch, their curiosity piqued.

“Isn’t that the one from the Cui Family?” The locals were well aware of Miss Cui.

“Always so haughty and domineering, relying on Marquis Yongan’s past merits to act worse than pigs and dogs. She’s met her match today, hasn’t she.”

“Shh, keep it down, if she hears you, watch out, she might get back at you.”

“How could the Cui Family produce such two scourges, alas…”

The whispering of the people made Miss Cui’s complexion turn even more livid.

What are you looking at!” she snapped back at the onlookers.

The crowd, fearing retaliation, scattered like birds and beasts, steering clear of the area.

“Are you all useless? Just watching your Miss get beaten!” Miss Cui’s rage was directed at her attendants, but her shouting caused pain in the spot where she had been kicked, twisting her face into an expression that lost all its charm.

Miss Cui was helped up by her attendants.

Clutching her belly and fuming with rage, she pointed inside the shop, “Get that… for me.”

“Miss, he is the Prince of Wei Country…”

The attendants still retained a bit of rationality.

“What’s wrong with the Prince of Wei Country, who are you eating and wearing from!” Miss Cui kicked the nearest attendant, “Hit them!!”

The attendants: “…”

A few attendants exchanged glances, then clenched their teeth and charged in.

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Thump—

In an instant, the attendants were thrown out, crashing to the ground, clutching their limbs and moaning in pain.

Miss Cui’s eyes revealed shock.

The people she brought were all capable fighters.

And they couldn’t beat a hostage?

Miss Cui looked sharply toward the shop entrance.

The young master stepped out slowly, his cold, unfluctuating voice arrogantly slamming into Miss Cui’s ears, “I hit you, so what can you do about it?”

“You…” Miss Cui pointed at Chuzheng, stuttered for a long time but couldn’t finish her sentence.

Miss Cui glanced at her attendants lying on the ground, cursing them as useless at the bottom of her heart.

If they couldn’t even handle a hostage, what was the point of keeping them!

“Clip-clop, clip-clop…”

Horse hooves sounded from around the corner, Miss Cui and her attendants blocked the road, and the horses pulling the carriage were forced to stop.

A man with a sword jumped down from the carriage.

His gaze swept over everyone, eventually landing on the young master standing at the entrance of the shop.

But after pausing for three seconds, he moved away to look at Miss Cui.

“Miss Cui, please make way.”

“Who are you, why should I make way for you?” Miss Cui was already furious, and when someone suddenly appeared, she snapped back without thinking.

“I am Chen Fei, the personal guard of the Third Prince.”

Miss Cui angrily retorted, “What Chen Fei, what leap, Third Prince…”

“Miss!” The attendant who could still speak disregarded the rules, pulling at Miss Cui, “The Third Prince!!”

Miss Cui’s brain, filled with anger, suddenly cleared up.

The…

The Third Prince?

Miss Cui was not afraid of his status as the Third Prince, but she had heard of the notable achievements of this extravagant scion among scions.

Miss Cui’s heart pounded, and she quickly bowed, “Greetings to the Third Prince.”

“The Third Prince is not in the carriage,” Chen Fei said.

Miss Cui: “??”

I already paid my respects, and now you tell me the Third Prince isn’t in the carriage? Then why did you give off the impression that the Third Prince is in the carriage?!

Miss Cui glared at Chen Fei in annoyance, “Are you playing me?”

“Miss Cui, when did I ever play you? I only said I am the personal guard of the Third Prince. It was you who assumed the Third Prince was in the carriage. What does that have to do with me?” Chen Fei was exceptionally good at passing the buck.

Miss Cui’s face turned red, her small chest heaving with indignant breaths.

“What are you blocking this place for? Found some treasure?”

“Your Highness,” Chen Fei stepped aside and respectfully called out.

Behind the carriage, a figure slowly emerged.

He held a skewer of candied hawthorns, and his clothes, moon-white with dark patterns, made the man look as if he had stepped down from a sacred altar—a god with a hint of worldly aura.

The smile on Lian Qiong’s face diminished slightly when his eyes met Chuzheng standing at the entrance of the shop.

The way he spoke just now…

Pah!

Why should he care about that.