Chapter 139: Fall for the Trap

Chapter 139

As the youngest brother in the family, although the older brothers did not treat Chang Yan as gently and attentively as Jiang Sheng, they sincerely loved him from the bottom of their hearts.

Hearing his miserable cry now, nevermind if there was a conspiracy, even if it was a sea of swords and flames, they had to go.

"Fifth brother!"

Jiang Sheng cried out, grabbing two dried bean pods and rushing out.

Fang Heng picked up the cleaver he carried with him and closely followed behind his sister.

They opened the door and charged out unhesitatingly.

After that, it became quiet outside.

The eight servants looked at each other, hesitating for just a moment before jumping out as well.

They were servants trained by Fang Heng, little soldiers brought up with an iron fist. Although they knew it might be a trap, since the third young master had gone, they had to go too.

This was training, this was ingrained in their bones to follow.

But when they really rushed outside, they were dumbfounded.

Jiang Sheng holding the bean pods and Fang Heng holding the cleaver were also stunned.

There was no scene of Chang Yan being injured by someone, not even Chang Yan himself. Only a mess on the ground, over a dozen injured and groaning strangers, and a gaunt and cunning middle-aged man.

He seemed to enjoy the shocked expressions of the children very much. Suddenly he opened his mouth and gave an uncannily accurate imitation of Chang Yan's voice calling out, "Third brother."

It was Chang Yan's voice and tone, but not the actual person.

Jiang Sheng stared wide-eyed, thinking she was seeing a ghost.

Fang Heng suddenly recalled something he read when he was young, "There are skilled vocal mimics in the capital..."

They've been tricked, this was a conspiracy.

Fang Heng reacted swiftly, rushing forward to grab the gaunt middle-aged man. But the man noticed and immediately turned to run away.

Leaving only a mess behind, along with over a dozen injured and groaning people.

Some passersby who saw this were frightened and hurried away covering their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

It seemed they couldn't wash themselves clean of this fight.

Fang Heng's face darkened, angry with himself for being too impulsive and giving the opponent a chance.

Jiang Sheng noticed this and gently shook his sleeve, "It's alright third brother, fifth brother said, only thieves can go a thousand days without being caught, there are no guards who can defend against thieves for a thousand days."

If Prefect He wanted to convict them, he would find a chance sooner or later.

Whether it was today, tomorrow, or the day after.

As he raised his head, his gaze met Prefect He's directly and without fear.

At the side, Yamen Runner Yuan's face was full of admiration, he was on the verge of jumping up and applauding. What a spectacle, truly a spectacle!

The only ones with heavy feelings were the master and Prefect He.

The eight-foot tall parent official looked Fang Heng up and down, and suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Very good, very good."

He originally thought this would be a simple task, he didn't expect it to be so thorny.

But this was good too. Life suddenly seemed to have meaning again.

"Let's go," Prefect He waved his hand and turned to leave.

The master hesitated and looked back at the injured on the ground. "Sir, these innocent commoners..."

"Take them all away, send them to the medicine hall," Prefect He said indifferently.

The group came in grandeur, and left in grandeur as well.

Peace returned in front of Hairpin Courtyard.

Fang Heng bent down to pick up the unsharpened long blade, twirling it in a beautiful move. "Let's go, back home."

Jiang Sheng's face was full of admiration. "Third brother, how did you suddenly become so smart, you're almost as good as big brother now."

Fang old three, "......"

Praise me if you want to praise me, why do you have to compare?

Fang Heng reached out and deliberately ruffled Jiang Sheng's head.

Although it messed up her neatly tied braids, the texture really was nice. No wonder second brother liked rubbing his sister's head so much.

"Third brother!" Jiang Sheng was furious, and threw the dried beans pods at him.

Fang Heng lightly dodged.

"Third brother, don't run, how did you learn to be bad like second brother..."

The siblings laughed and played as they returned to Hairpin Courtyard one after the other.

That night, the brothers gathered together.

When Fang Heng mentioned Prefect He's reaction, Xu Mo drank a sip of tea and said lightly, "He won't give up easily."

"If he doesn't give up then he doesn't give up," Zheng Ruqian's face was indifferent. "Meet move with counter move, fear nothing."

That's what he said, but being stared at constantly was still uncomfortable.

Xu Mo didn't speak, Chang Yan furrowed his brows.

Just as the older brothers were seriously considering this, Jiang Sheng rested her cheek on her hand and muttered, "It'd be great if we could keep him busy with other things."