I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 270 Who is more cruel than whom?

Not long after, a noise was heard from inside the mountain temple. Lu Mingyang stood up, leaning against the stone statue, and rubbed his hands nervously. "Little monk master, is that you?"

"Girl, it's been a long time."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice was heard, and Lu Mingyang covered his mouth excitedly.

He knew that the person outside was her, but he didn't know that the people outside knew that the person inside was him. This gave Lu Mingyang a bit of courage to be frank.

"Master Little Monk, I have something I want to ask you."

"Girl, please tell me."

It was still a very brief answer, but Lu Mingyang felt strangely relieved. He said carefully, "My sister is missing. Someone is looking for her, and I don't want that person to find her. Master Little Monk, tell me, how can I prevent that person from finding her?"

The question inside was, "Why did that person look for her?"

Lu Mingyang said, "She doesn't even know my sister. She wants to kill her just because she discovered a secret she shouldn't know."

There was silence for a long time, and only four words came out: "Not for the sake of doing it."

Lu Mingyang looked down at his toes for a long time, then slowly raised his head: "Sorry to bother you."

What qualifications do I have now to ask him to help me?

Sensing that the tone was wrong, someone inside hurriedly said, "What do you want to do?"

Lu Mingyang opened the door, looked at the blurry shadow on the door, and said resolutely: "I can't do nothing."

The door suddenly opened.

Caught off guard, Lu Mingyang saw the face he had been thinking about day and night but dared not see again, and ran away in panic.

Chu Mingzheng chased after her and hugged the girl who had fled in panic, "Listen to me, don't do anything. It's best to have Wei Luo withdraw her men as well. Only if you act like you don't care at all will she stop."

"I can't do it." Lu Mingyang mechanically pried his hands apart.

Chu Mingzheng lowered his voice and said, "Don't mess around. Once the Song family knows that you are also looking for her and that she is your sister, she will be in greater danger."

"I can't do it, don't you understand?" Lu Mingyang couldn't pry his hands away and shouted anxiously. The hoarse roar drained all her strength. She collapsed in Chu Mingzheng's arms, her eyes blurred with tears, but she still walked forward stubbornly.

"What do you want to do?" he asked in a low voice, afraid to startle her.

Lu Mingyang laughed: "It's just a matter of who is more ruthless. If she dares to have any thoughts, I will kill her son."

"You are crazy!"

Once the emperor knew that Prince Guangcheng had been kidnapped, the Chengyang Marquisate would be doomed. Chu Mingzheng said anxiously, "Lu Mingyang, where's your brain? Such a small matter, why do you have to turn it into an uncontrollable disaster?"

"Nian'er is my life." Lu Mingyang pushed Chu Mingzheng away fiercely.

"What about your brother and sister's lives?" Chu Mingzheng pointed directly at their vital points: "And Yang Nian'er's life. If you use this method, even if she returns safely, how many more days can she live?"

Lu Mingyang covered his ears and stepped back. "Your Highness, I know your method is the most appropriate, but I can't do it. What if, what if Concubine Song doesn't stop, what if Nian'er meets a bad person? I can't afford to take that gamble."

"It would be fine if she died. I could burn paper for her, lots and lots of paper. But what if she came back alive?" Lu Mingyang's eyes became blurred.

"She stood in front of me, covered in wounds, and asked me why I didn't save her. How should I answer her? Should I say, 'I am saving you by not saving you'? I couldn't say it."

The retreating woman slipped on the snowy mountain road and fell backwards. Chu Mingzheng hurried forward and embraced her.

Lu Mingyang crashed into Chu Mingzheng's arms and choked out, "Your Highness, I am not a good person. Compared to Nian'er's life, I care more about myself."

"I'll help you!" He didn't try to persuade her anymore.

Lu Mingyang looked up in surprise and shook his head hastily.

Chu Mingzheng asked: "You can't even enter the palace now, how are you going to get people out?"

Lu Mingyang said, "None of your business."

Chu Mingzheng asked: "Then why did you come to see me?"

Lu Mingyang panicked: "I didn't know it was you."

"really do not know?"

He smiled, a frank smile that made her look even more hypocritical.

She wanted him to help her, but only to offer advice. She didn't want him to do anything so dangerous. This wasn't a good deal, no, it wasn't even a deal. There was no need for him to wade into this mess.

Lu Mingyang wanted to escape, but Chu Mingzheng held her tighter, not leaving her any room to refuse: "You are not a good person, and I am not a smart person either."

Wouldn’t it be boring if we always cared about gains and losses in life?

The next morning, Prince Ningyuan and Prince Guangcheng went to the Imperial Garden to practice horseback riding and archery, and they mysteriously disappeared. Song Moli then received news from outside the palace, a simple message: "My sister has returned, your son has returned."

Song Moli nearly fainted when he heard the news, repeating over and over again, "He's crazy, crazy."

At the same time, Wei Luo set off fireworks in Yancheng, Jicheng, and Yuncheng. Those fireworks were all made overnight by the firecracker workshop. They bloomed into gorgeous flowers in the sky, and also bloomed four big words: Sister Nian'er.

The universe is so vast, and humans are just tiny specks of dust. It is so difficult to find someone. After searching for many days without success, Wei Luo came up with this idea.

Fireworks bloomed on the city walls, continuing all night long, as if it were bright daytime.

Amidst the blizzard, a donkey cart appeared, carrying several women. The bright fireworks illuminated the women's faces clearly.

Yang Hao excitedly said, "Sir, look."

Wei Luo had already rushed down the city wall and rode out of the city.

The snowy road was slippery and the wheels sank into the mud and slipped. Yang Nianshu and several women jumped off the donkey cart and pushed it together.

A donkey cart was coming from a distance, carrying a murderous aura.

"Stop right there, you little bitch..."

The bright axe swung in the air, and everyone trembled with fear: "Oh no, they are catching up."

Yang Nianshu said anxiously: "What are you looking at? Push it quickly!"

The wheels pushed out of the mud, and the pursuing donkey cart was close at hand. The woman originally sitting on the donkey cart waved her whip anxiously. Only two of the girls who had gotten off to push the cart had time to get on, leaving three, including Yang Nianshu, pulling the cart along.

"We haven't even started yet!"

Anxious cries were heard, but the donkey cart did not stop. The only thing the people on it did was to throw down the wooden sticks.

"Why are you crying? Run."

Yang Nianshu pushed the two men away, picked up two sticks, held one in front of him to protect himself, and threw the other at the oncoming donkey cart. The donkey cart turned its head and changed direction. Two burly men jumped off the donkey cart, shaking axes and walking towards the lone girl.

The stick met the axe and broke instantly. The bearded man, baring his yellow teeth, swung the axe again. Suddenly, a horse rushed in, knocking the bearded man and axe over.

Yang Nianshu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and fell onto the horse's back. A familiar face appeared before his eyes.