Chapter 107: Always Feel Like They Came for Zaituan

Meanwhile, back in the tent, Shang Xiaomin had Qingmu stand guard outside and questioned him in a harsh voice.

"Where are the men you arranged? Why didn't they show up?!"

Cheng Chengxuan looked at him calmly.

"His Highness changed the plan at the last minute—didn't you fail to notify me either?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "at the last minute."

"I assumed Your Highness's arrangements were flawless and needed no superfluous additions from me."

Shang Xiaomin's hands, clasped behind his back, tightened into fists, though he did manage a smile.

"It happened so suddenly, and I couldn't find you for a moment. Please don't take offense, Brother Chengxuan."

After a pause, he pointed at Cheng Chengxuan's face and shook his head with a wry smile.

"You truly frightened me just now. Fortunately, Brother Chengxuan had foreseen everything and was well prepared."

But who could you be?

Who is this?

Yu'an clenched his little fists tight.

Hearing this, a flicker passed through Shang Xiaomin's eyes.

"Not yet, big car car."

"Slowly, slowly—you haven't had us clear a straight path in the Backyard yet. Let's have a race and see whose ride is slower."

Fat Tiger's cries reached his ears again.

"Ready…"

A strange smile curled at the corner of my mouth, my tone as cold as ice.

Gu Shang took it slowly and hid it outside his sleeve.

"Thank you."

"Qingmu, you're still going to race, aren't you?"

"So bad of you—you had the cook at home try so many times, and still couldn't make it."

Yu'an showed a tiny smile and set down the food box in his hand.

Very slowly, the two big fellows rode their respective eight-wheeled Bicycles, strutting and full of spirit, stopping outside a straight line.

Early that morning, Yu'an, accompanied by his Elder Aunt from home, arrived at the City Lord's Manor.

I won't lose!

"Meow meow meow!"

"If Your Highness is interested, please take it as a gift to admire."

The atmosphere on the other side was equally tense; the manservant slowly raised his hand.

You always feel this person came for Zaituan.

Yu'an's tender little fingers pinched up a bean, his fair chubby face unusually solemn.

"Father Emperor's reward has arrived. Go slowly."

Huh?

Li Ye hurriedly called a halt and turned to instruct the manservant.

"What's going on? Fat Tiger's usually very well-behaved."

"Bad, won't forget."

He continued probing once more.

Qingmu pulled me along, walking outward at a slow pace.

"Chen Ying's side—still no response?"

"Bad!"

"There's plenty bad over there too!"

"Look at them!"

"Could that Sleeve Arrow also have been given by your friend from the jianghu?"

Fat Tiger said:

Yi Jiang shook his head.

"Have your men move quickly!"

"Also bad—let's go back and eat cake first!"

"What a cute good man!"

Just as the manservant's hand was about to fall, Fat Tiger suddenly darted into the middle of the road.

The meowing at his ears stopped. Yu'an rubbed his little ears in confusion, grew anxious, and his little eyes suddenly went wide.

"Be careful when riding."

Qingmu pointed at the house ahead.

Shang Xiaomin nodded.

Before Shang Xiaomin left, Yi Jiang walked over.

The two big fellows each heavily pressed one foot on the pedal, their lower bodies leaning slightly back, little eyes fixed intently on what was behind.

Cheng Chengxuan, seemingly indifferent, handed the Sleeve Arrow to him.

"Give this to the craftsman and see if it can be copied."

"Elder Aunt must not forget Yu'an's car car. Yu'an promised Qingmu earlier that we'd race to see who rides slower."

"Wait a moment!"

After the bean incident, Qingmu's bad mood hadn't recovered even a little.

"There aren't that many beans out there."

Qingmu frowned as she watched the scene.

This time Fat Tiger quietly came up, but its cat eyes warily looked toward a certain spot.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside — sharp, thin, and feminine, unique to a eunuch.

"This is just something my little sister made casually when she had nothing to do."

An Luo in the screen zoomed in on the small screen and looked around, but didn't see that man in blue again.

"Is this the cake from last time?"

What if the wheel slipped on a bean and the young master and guests fell?

"Li Ye, happy birthday to him!"

Noticing that, Yu'an followed its gaze and looked over — in a nearby corner, he caught a glimpse of a pale blue hem of clothing flashing past.

The servants were exhausted from the chase, yet they hadn't even touched a single cat hair.

Li Ye also hurried after him.

Li Ye Mei smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Is Guard Qiu here?"

Covering the note through his sleeve, Gu Shang's heart churned with excitement and anticipation, and even his breathing unconsciously grew rapid.

He continued walking to the corner and pointed with a big hand.

Could that be news from Uncle?

I heard it wrong!

Save it, save it!

Yu'an quickly jumped down from the big cart and ran toward the corner.

After a cursory look, Cheng Chengxuan handed the Sleeve Arrow in his hand to him.

"Hey! Where is Yu'an going?"

He hurried over, but the other party had already left, so he didn't see anything.

Hearing those words, Yu'an turned his head, covered his big mouth, and secretly laughed.

Cheng Qiuluo spoke as she lifted the Bicycle out from beside the Horse Carriage.

Beihuang City.

Forget it, better wait until Qingmu finishes her birthday happily before telling her about the bad people outside the City Lord's Manor who want to harm her.

Her voice still had a milky, childish quality, earnestly reminding him in all seriousness.

Cheng Chengxuan put the mask back on properly.

Opening it and seeing the double-layered fruit cake inside, Qingmu swallowed.

"Yu'an!"

The servant brought a broom, swept all the beans together, and while feeling puzzled, couldn't help being confused.

"Not anymore."

"Yu'an, what are you looking at?"

The servant ran over, just about to bend down, when Fat Tiger suddenly darted to the side, leaping up and down, meowing as it went.

An Luo's finger swiped, and another screenshot of Zaituan appeared in the album.

He had seen it at the fairy Elder Sister's place — making a cake requires an oven, and there isn't one here, so of course it can't be made.

"This is a human-skin mask I asked a friend from the jianghu to help find for me."

"Understood, but alright."

The two little buns exchanged a glance, eyes blazing with fighting spirit, each more imposing than the other, neither willing to yield.

Alright then.

Today's Zaituan is also very cute!

"Young Master, you said you wanted to ride here, so we swept this ground several times — there isn't even a small pebble around, how could there be beans?"

Cheng Feng glanced around, and in a spot invisible to others, secretly passed Gu Shang a small note.

"Ride a lap around this house, whoever gets back first wins."

He had always known that the Cheng Family had a secret channel for passing messages.

Cheng Chengxuan's expression darkened.

"Since he still has reservations, let's give him another push!"

Hearing the doorkeeper's report, Qingmu ran out excitedly.

……

The little fellow stood on tiptoe, and with great effort lifted the food box holding the cake down from the edge of the Horse Carriage.

Yu'an gripped his little fist and nodded gently.

So the beans were placed by that person just now!

The little fellow opened his mouth, but in the end still said nothing.

Yu'an shook his head.

"Yu'an, I've waited so long, why did you only come now?"

"Oh? Brother Chengxuan has friends from the jianghu? I haven't heard you mention that."

How it was passed over, he wasn't curious, nor did he care — he only cared about the contents inside.

Yu'an first smiled and nodded, but a trace of hesitation flashed in his big eyes.

"He went to carry Fat Tiger away first."

That good-for-nothing man scattered beans on the road, trying to make the Great Master and the Master's friends trip!

That sneaky, grinning look, like a cat that had caught a big dried fish, was utterly detestable.

"How strange!"

Cheng Qiuluo went to see Chen Old Master first, while Cheng Feng and Gu Shang guarded those two big fellows.