Calamity Messenger

Chapter 129 - 103: Wolf Fox Subdues the Chancellor (Part 3)

Yan Qing was speechless. According to Jiang Shi’s personality, he certainly would help, but if he knew Shang Xinlei, he might not be so willing. It’s like in elementary school, when boys help girls, there’s always a subtle sense of embarrassment.

"If you don’t help, I’ll have to find Xiaoyu and the Eldest Miss Jie, but they have reputations. If something gets exposed, it’ll be a catastrophe..." As she spoke, she glanced at Yan Qing, sighing, though she didn’t mention him directly, her words were all hinting at him.

Yan Qing forced out a response, "We’ll talk about it later."

"Then I’ll take that as your agreement," Shang Xinlei raised her eyebrows, her voice light and cheerful. "This way, when I talk to my father, he’ll know his obedient daughter was merely deceived and instigated by a Demonic Messenger, and even plans to ruin my marriage. Even if he gets angry, he won’t blame it on me."

Yan Qing was dumbfounded. There was actually this level of thinking involved. She knows Shang Xuanwen can hear thoughts, so she cleverly uses this to deflect the responsibility onto the Demonic Messenger. Whether Shang Xuanwen is convinced or not, his focus will certainly shift to the messenger trying to abduct his obedient daughter... Whether Yan Qing will do this doesn’t matter, what matters is she needs Yan Qing’s promise so she can believe in herself, and thus make Shang Xuanwen believe.

In her mind, I’ve probably become an evil Demonic Messenger, someone who would cackle wildly and mess up her wedding by kidnapping her. If Shang Xuanwen dares to disobey, I’d slap him twice... Yan Qing himself can’t help but look forward to Shang Xuanwen’s reaction upon hearing such thoughts.

Shang Xinlei, you’ve really got a knack for dealing with your father!

Everyone in the master world loves to play with tactics. I’d better retreat to the Thief’s House to play games.

"Don’t worry, you’ll get your share of benefits," Shang Xinlei generously said. "When I visit you at the Thief’s House in the future, I’ll bring refreshments to share with you."

Is that little benefit enough to bribe me? Wait, why are you acting like we’re familiar?

Yan Qing said, annoyed, "We can only stay for half an hour at most. Once the time is up, no matter what, we must immediately go to meet Black Wolf and White Fox. If you want to raid the Secret Vault, do it quickly."

Upon hearing business, Shang Xinlei became serious too. "If they haven’t found my father yet... I can use my identity to lure him in. Whatever happens, we must ensure our mission is accomplished first."

Yan Qing blinked.

It seems she’s serious, truly ready to raise the flag of rebellion, without any psychological burden about luring her father into a trap. Yan Qing began to reflect on whether he was being too extreme, turning a well-behaved girl who only intended to assassinate the Emperor into someone ruthlessly combative against her father.

"I think they should have found Shang Xuanwen."

"You still believe in them after learning about my father’s concealment skills from Mouse Monk? Even if they find him, my father is a Third-Turn Messenger."

"Last time I took Bingzi Pepper Forest from them, they held quite a grudge," Yan Qing said. "During the division, you ran too fast, but I clearly saw their expressions... They came prepared."

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Furong Lane.

Shang Xuanwen ran through the streets with an injured body, his right half of his clothing scorched black, and his right side of his face severely burned. He ran into the alley alone, with no guards by his side.

"Look, he just stepped through the water in the middle of the central path. White Fox, you guessed correctly, he really took this small path home."

"Truly worthy of being the Chancellor of Da Liang, I almost overlooked him despite watching closely... Fortunately, Black Wolf, your scouting device detected his tracks."

Shang Xuanwen looked up to see two uninvited guests atop the houses on both sides of the alley.

On the left, a man wearing a Black Wolf Mask, armored under Night Traveling Clothes, crouched on the eaves, with a long spear slung over his neck, fierce and threatening. On the right, a woman wore a White Fox Mask, her left hand gripping the sword hilt, standing elegantly on the eaves, cold as the moon.

The moon hung high behind them, casting their long shadows.

Seeing them blocking his path, Shang Xuanwen not only didn’t flee but sped up, rushing forward!

"Correct choice."

Pharmacist’s Wish, like Black Wolf, fiercely kicked the roof tiles, swinging the long spear down; Ying Rushi, like White Fox, elegantly walked, the clear sword light dazzling the world.

Boom!