CH 91

Chapter 91 I Am….

Wen Yantong decided if someone asked about it later, she would have to make up a powerful identity.

Sure enough, as soon as this idea fell into place, the young man asked, "What's your name?"

Wen Yantong replied, "I am the current Fifth Imperial Prince, Cheng Xin… "

Before she finished speaking, the young man pushed her against the wall. He twisted her arms and locked her in place. "Filthy Prince! Give me your life!"

"Wait, wait! I haven't finished yet!" Wen Yantong shouted hastily, "I'm Cheng Xin's good friend, Mu Yang..."

She heard the young man say in a voice full of hatred. "It turned out to be the son of that Damned Mu! Today is your death day!"

"No, no!" Wen Yantong hissed. "I am Mu Yang's sworn brother!"

The young man became even angrier. "It turns out that you are the infamous Little Marquis! Now that you have fallen into my hands, I will definitely cut you into pieces!"

Bro, how can you hate so many people???

Wen Yantong wanted to cry, but she had no tears. She finally resorted to her final trick, "I am not the Little Marquis! I am Mu Yang's newly sworn brother. My name is Fu Zixian!"

Unexpectedly, the name Fu Zixian would be the most useful. The young man let go of her hand and asked half-believingly, "Are you the son of Prime Minister Fu?"

Wen Yantong nodded hurriedly when she saw his lack of hostility. "Yes, yes! But I'm an illegitimate son, so I'm not very well known. You probably haven't heard of me."

The boy frowned and looked at her. "Indeed, I've never heard of you..."

Wen Yantong said, "Although I am an illegitimate son, I am still the son of the Prime Minister. If you spare my life, I will give you a thousand taels of silver, and I promise to never report you to the government."

The youth still had a sullen face. "I don't have a say about this matter, I'm going to take you to Yuan jie and see how she handles you." 

"If you kill me, my father will definitely not let it go. The place where you are hiding will definitely be found by then, the loss outweighs the gain..." Wen Yantong still wanted to persuade.

But the youth took out his blunt knife and stabbed her in the waist. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will give you a slash right now."

Wen Yantong curled her lips in disdain. Your broken knife can’t even cut through the skin!

But for her own safety, Wen Yantong chose to keep her mouth shut.

The young man led her around in many circles, never giving Wen Yantong a chance to speak. He would poke her with a blunt knife whenever he heard her make a sound.

During the period, Wen Yantong sneezed twice and was also poked twice.

In disbelief, she looked at him with wide eyes. "It’s not like I choose when to sneeze, but you stab me?!"

The young man was also a little guilty. "Sorry, my hand just reacted."

B*stard, why don't your hand react and stab yourself to death then? Wen Yantong cursed secretly.

Wen Yantong felt she shouldn’t just be led like this by him. She didn't know who she would be brought to. What if the Yuan jie he was talking about was a lunatic with scars all over her face, a muscular body, and killed without a second thought? How would she do then?

Then she would be killed no matter if she was the prime minister's son or the imperial prince. Wouldn't that mean she would lose her life in vain?

No, this was not going to work.

Wen Yantong had been paying attention to the surroundings, and found that there was a section of road beside the wall where the soil on the ground was in a sticky state. It seemed that the water flowed down after the snow above melted and turned it into mud.

She thought this was a good opportunity, and when she got closer to the wet area, she immediately faked a trip and laid on the ground.

The boy didn't notice anything was wrong. He only complained "You can fall even on flat ground?"

Wen Yantong picked up a handful of mud, groaned and replied, "I can't get up! Good brother, please help me up..."

"You can't get up after a small fall. What are your two legs for?!" The young man was very impatient. He walked up to her without any hesitation, and squatted down to grab her arm.

It was at this moment that Wen Yantong acted. With a handful of mud in her hands, she slammed it onto the young man's face with lightning speed, making a crisp sound of ‘pah’——

"Add this to your mother's pension!" Wen Yantong scolded sharply. Fearing that the mud would not be evenly distributed, she smeared his face a few times with all her strength.

Mud entered the young man’s eyes. With a scream, he pushed Wen Yantong backwards, and then rubbed his eyes with his hands. After enduring the pain and opening his eyes, the person in front of him had disappeared. He didn't know which way she went.

Wen Yantong ran like no tomorrow Her heart was beating rapidly, afraid that if she slowed down a little, she might be caught up. But her legs were not completely recovered yet; her sprint just now caused an immediate onset of pain. So she gradually slowed down while holding on to the wall.

Wen Yantong didn’t know where she was, but the surroundings were pitch black, and footsteps could be heard faintly behind her.

She was frightened out of her wits and didn't dare to slow down. Wen Yantong ran forward with all her strength, but the footsteps behind her were still getting closer. She turned around to look, but could only see darkness behind her.

In a panic and at a loss at what to do, Wen Yantong suddenly tripped over something and was about to fall forwards. Coupled with the approach of the person behind her, her mentality collapsed, so she immediately yelled.

But as soon as her voice came out, someone grabbed her waist backwards. The strong force forcefully pulled back her body that fell forward. At the same time, a warm hand covered her mouth, suppressing her voice.

Wen Yantong was frantically struggling with fright. Between her rapid breathing and beating heartbeat, she heard a familiar voice close to her ear. "Don't move, it's me."

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The author has something to say: 

So the question is, who is it?

【Small Theater for Roasting】

Fu Zixian: Yesterday, someone mistyped my name as Fu Zixain.

Chi Jingxi: Someone called me Jinsi. All of a sudden, I became a Korean.

Mu Yang: Why complain? No one has ever typed my name correctly. It would either be Muyang or Mu Yan. Someone even called me Yang Mu! It’s already f*cking chapter 91, yet people don’t even know my surname...

Wen Yantong: You're all the side characters, so it’s not strange to get your names misspelled. This kind of low level mistake would never happen to a protagonist like me.

Fu Zixian & Chi Jingxi & Mu Yang: Oh...