Chapter 11: Obsessively dark and ruthless, killing people like hemp

Pei Lao Furen stretched out her hand and dealt a fierce blow, but it was unexpectedly blocked and sent back.

Li Qingluo anxiously grabbed Pei Lao Furen, "Are you alright?"

The anxiety in her eyes was almost spilling over.

This nobleperson turned out to be a prince!

Li Qingluo felt shocked in her heart, fearing she would implicate her grandmother.

Pei Lao Furen shook her head, and Zhang Mama and the others immediately gathered around.

"Old Lady."

"Miss."

Everyone felt some anger, after all Li Qingluo had not intentionally offended; if not for the Old Lady protecting her just then, Li Qingluo would really have had her eyes gouged out.

The atmosphere instantly became tense with swords drawn and bows bent; that attendant, after being slapped by Pei Lao Furen, actually ran to Prince Su's side to complain first: "Your Highness, that lowly maid dares to overstep and offend you; I merely wanted to give her a lesson." Who would have thought… it provoked the Old Lady's great anger.

Duan Rongshi, however, paid no heed to the attendant, merely glancing coldly at Zhui Yu behind him.

"Chop off his hands."

Zhui Yu: "Yes, Your Highness."

Before anyone could react, Zhui Yu's pair of sabers were drawn; with a "clatter," both hands fell to the ground.

The attendant fell to the ground, writhing in pain, shouting hoarsely: "Your Highness, why… why——"

Duan Rongshi's eyes held only disdain: "That maiden's hands could actually make a few tasty dishes. If you gouged out her eyes, a blind person, how could she still work as a kitchen maid?"

The attendant could not accept it: "I, I serve you day and night, yet I am not even as good as a kitchen maid?"

Immediately, endless resentment flashed in his eyes as he glared at Prince Su, and he cursed loudly: "You madman——"

His head tilted, and a flying needle shot out from his mouth.

Before the guards behind Duan Rongshi could even fly out, he himself merely leaned back slightly, raised his hand, and already caught that flying needle.

Then, with a low flick of his hand, the flying needle shot into the attendant's eye.

In an instant, the attendant screamed and collapsed dead.

Blood flowed from all seven orifices, his death state miserable beyond compare.

Duan Rongshi did not explain anything to the people over there, whose faces had all turned deathly pale; he merely nodded far off toward Pei Lao Furen, then turned his horse's head and continued onward.

Pei Lao Furen remained relatively composed, pulling Li Qingluo: "Let's also continue on our way."

Back in the carriage, Pei Lao Furen summoned Zhang Mama inside.

"These bandits, why did they appear so strangely? Did you hear their interrogation over there?"

Zhang Mama glanced at Li Qingluo, found her still fairly composed, and thought: Indeed, she is the Old Lady's biological granddaughter; not being scared to tears in this situation already shows some courage.

"Replying to Old Lady, these bandits are indeed targeting us. However, they only say that someone in the city paid them to carry out the deed; but who exactly, they themselves do not know."

Unable to get answers, that Prince Su actually had everyone executed on the spot.

His methods can be described as ruthless.

Li Qingluo clenched her fists, so coincidental? Aimed at them?

Li Qingluo: "Grandma, someone doesn't want us to go home."

Pei Lao Furen obviously also thought of that, but she said nothing, merely nodding.

Obviously, she herself also knew the situation clearly, only she did not want to investigate this matter deeply with Li Qingluo.

Li Qingluo thought: Yesterday Li Kechuan knew they were going down the mountain to enter the city today, and today an ambush had been set.

Li Kechuan would certainly have informed the whole family, so it is Li Kechuan, or… Li Qingzhu?

Li Qingluo believed it must be one of these two who cannot escape responsibility.

In that case, can't wait any longer?

Li Qingluo pinched her fists until her palms were torn, yet felt nothing.

Pei Lao Furen glanced at her, patted her hand, then continued: "It is said that Prince Su's temperament is violent and fickle; seeing him today, indeed it is so."

"But if it weren't for coincidentally following this Prince Su, we old folks would really have to suffer."

"Luò'er, from now on, if you ever encounter this Prince Su again, be sure to stay far away from him! Do you hear me?"

Li Qingluo lowered her head and replied: "Yes, Grandma."

She thought: What chance does she have to ever have any dealings with him again?

She merely did not expect that the nobleperson residing in the little cottage behind Pine Hill Rear Mountain would actually be Prince Su.

Thinking of those eyes, she could not help but feel cold all over.

In her previous life, she had also heard his name in the Li family's rear quarters; rumors said his character was wayward and violent, obsessively dark and ruthless, killing people like hemp.

Moreover, the present emperor, regarding this son of his, no matter how wildly outrageous his conduct, has always turned a blind eye and let him run loose.

Therefore, throughout the court, almost everyone both fears and harbors resentment toward Prince Su.

Li Qingluo also, in her previous life, happened to overhear Li Kechuan and Li Chao Jing father and son talking, thus learning a bit about this person.

But she did not expect that this Prince Su actually possessed such an appearance.

Clearly as pure and clean as a deity, yet amidst this mortal world, his hands are stained with killing karma.

Not wanting to think of this person, Li Qingluo turned her gaze to Pei Lao Furen and pleaded: "Grandma, Luo'er, I want to ask you to help Luo'er with one thing."

Pei Lao Furen wanted to first hear what it was.

Li Qingluo said: "Luo'er wishes to ask you to arrange personnel, to go ahead of us by a step and return to the city. Then do not enter the manor, just loiter around outside the Jiangjun Fu."

Pei Lao Furen did not understand: "What does that mean?"