Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1234 Kidnapping

As Miao Changfeng stepped out of the palace gate, a cool breeze cleared his head considerably.

With a casual gesture, a middle-aged man dressed as a family member immediately came over.

"master."

"Find a few quick-witted men and have them sneak into those harem women's place tonight..."

As Miao Changfeng finished speaking, he made a sweeping motion across his neck with his palm.

The family was shocked: "Master, that woman is the Emperor's concubine."

Miao Changfeng said calmly, "We'll just say it was a mistake and put an end to the Emperor's hopes."

"My lord, the Emperor has already distanced himself from us, why provoke further famine?"

"Today His Majesty seems to have realized something. He must have figured it out. If he wants to secure his rule, he still has to rely on us old ministers."

That family had followed Miao Changfeng for many years and had a clear understanding of the current situation, but they admired Miao Changfeng's foresight.

“Whatever the master decides to do, he can’t go wrong.”

"Alright, go and get it done, and make sure it's clean."

"Don't worry, sir, it's not like this is the first time we've done something like this."

After the family finished speaking, they turned and left.

Miao Changfeng glanced at the family and watched them disappear into an alley. He sighed inwardly.

This guy was originally a martial arts master. He used to be my brother and was very close to me. Of course, even though I became the prime minister of a country, I never forgot the bond between my brothers.

This is also a testament to Miao Changfeng's generosity; he is righteous and generous, making friends with heroes from all over the world, which has led to his current success.

Atsumi Shunsui lived alone in a luxurious mansion, which Emperor Taisho Cho Jun had chosen for her personally.

Although the house was not large, it was extremely luxurious, and every stone in the house revealed its considerable value.

Throughout the entire mansion, there were dozens of maids, servants, gardeners, and cooks, all serving Atsumi Harumi alone.

Several officials were specially assigned to allocate manpower, material resources, and financial resources for Atsumi Shunsui to build warships.

Since the three warships she oversaw the construction of were destroyed, one was sunk by the Zhenxi No. 2, and the other two were severely damaged in a standoff with pirate ships and are still under repair.

Atsumi Harumi knew that his comfortable and luxurious days were coming to an end.

Given her talent, her father, Atsumi Yukinosuke, insisted that she train on the island and kept a close watch on her.

Unfortunately, Atsumi Harumi didn't like that kind of life.

She is young and beautiful, gentle and tender, and should be the center of attention, cherished and pampered. How could she waste her time in endless darkness practicing these boring techniques?

In particular, when he secured a mission to go out on an overseas mission, he met Lin Feng.

The ecstasy of that night was etched in her memory, keeping her awake at night.

She did come to Taisho with a mission, and she had tampered with the key parts of the warships she built.

She hadn't planned to stay long; she intended to flee immediately should the incident occur.

Who knew that Atsumi Shunsui would encounter Zhao Zheng, this incompetent emperor.

This allowed her to fully unleash her charm, making Zhao Zheng even more confused and compliant, accepting his advice without any moral compass.

These days were hard for Harumi Atsumi to leave behind.

If it weren't for her deep affection for Lin Feng, perhaps entering the palace as a concubine, with her own abilities, would have allowed her to completely lead Zhao Zheng's harem, wield power and influence the Dazheng court, and bring disaster to the country—that would have been a good choice.

Anyway, once her father released Atsumi Harumi, she didn't want to go back. Even if she didn't stay in Taisho, she was going to find Lin Feng.

I thought that with the passage of time I would have forgotten the passion of that night, but the longer time went on, the deeper my longing became.

Enjoying the wealth and luxury before her, her deep longing for Lin Feng welled up in her heart again.

"Sigh, I have to go now."

Chunshui Atsumi strolled around the luxurious mansion, stroking the expensive furniture and plants, feeling somewhat lost.

Although she felt it was a great pity, she knew very well that Zhao Zheng's patience with her had been stretched to its limit.

Perhaps at any moment, the red thread of Zhao Zheng's infatuation will snap.

As night fell, Atsumi Shunsui sat alone, facing a table laden with exquisite dishes and a pot of fine wine.

Two red candles flickered in the corner of the room, illuminating the room brightly.

Atsumi Harumi had no appetite for drinking or eating; he just stared blankly at the exquisite vases displayed in the room.

The candle flame suddenly flickered and burst into a burst of light.

Atsumi Harumi's beautiful big eyes started to move, and she frowned.

There was unusual activity outside the house.

With her cultivation level, she could look down on these martial arts masters and didn't need to be too wary of them.

He reached for the wine pot and poured the clear liquid into the cup.

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and the window behind it was gently opened as well.

In an instant, a figure in black appeared in front of, behind, to the left and right of the house. Each of them was masked with a black cloth, tall and strong, and each held a short knife in their hand, hidden behind their arm.

It was very quiet all around; clearly, his guards had all been taken down.

Atsumi Haruyu's fair hands held the wine cup, her alluring eyes gazing into the distance, her body swaying gently.

Her curvaceous figure and beautiful face, illuminated by the red candlelight, momentarily stunned the men who barged into the room.

One of the men couldn't help but curse, "Damn, is the boss really going to kill such a beauty?"

Another man clicked his tongue and said, "What a pity."

"What's there to regret? We'll just kidnap him."

"How do I explain this to the boss?"

"Why bother explaining when someone's gone?"

The four men exchanged glances, then looked at Atsumi Harumi, who was more beautiful than any flower.

My saliva is watering.

"Alright, that's settled then. Neither of us brothers is allowed to tell anyone."

"Are you stupid? Who would talk nonsense like that?"

The men made a decision in a short time.

A man in black turned around, went to the bed, spread out a quilt, and then said to Atsumi Harumi.

"Are you going to lie down in yourself, or do you want my brother to help you?"

Atsumi Harumi held a wine cup in his hand and listened to their conversation, his heart already filled with murderous intent. However, he changed his mind in an instant as things unfolded.

Yingying got up, put down her wine cup, swayed her waist, and walked gracefully to the bedside.

Without saying a word, she lay down in the middle of the quilt and closed her eyes.

The four men in black followed her movements with their eyes, none of them willing to look away.

The man in black standing at the head of the bed swallowed hard, then gently rolled up the blanket, tucking Atsumi Shunsui inside.

“We took turns carrying it, traveling by water from the west of the city to Jingxi Prefecture.”

"why?"

"Fool, the eight prefectures of Zhenxi are safe, and the Imperial Guards of the Taisho era dare not set foot there."

"Okay, you carry it first, then it'll be my turn."

After the men discussed it, one of them hoisted the rolled-up blanket onto his shoulder and slipped out of the house.

The last man to leave blew out the candles inside the house and closed the door.

There were imperial guards patrolling the streets, and the four of them dodged and weaved into alleyways.

At the city gate guard post, Miao Changfeng had already sent someone to give instructions. Seeing that someone had a token, he didn't ask any questions and simply opened the gate to let the person out of the city.

Four men carried a rolled-up quilt, crossed the drawbridge over the moat, and quickly disappeared into the dark night.