PFC Chapter 180 Chu Manman's Nemesis
Chapter 180 Chu Manman's Nemesis
(The previous chapter has been revised and added.)
With a "clang" sound, several swords were unsheathed.
A cold light burst out from behind He An, and in an instant, more than a dozen figures broke through the window and jumped down from the second floor, taking the initiative and attacking the guards gathered downstairs.
Chu Manmanfu's face was pale. Her men were surrounded and beaten up before she could even make a move. Princess Yunlan had completely lost face today.
"He An! How dare you disobey me?" Chu Manman's beautiful eyes turned red with anger, and her pink fists under her sleeves were clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound.
He An raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the woman downstairs with disdain, and sneered: "Princess, what you said is wrong. I am teaching you on behalf of the Second Prince and correcting the chaos in the Guest House."
Suddenly, his face darkened, a trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes, and he ordered his attendants, "Beat them hard, until none of them can get up."
The two forces were fiercely entangled with each other, and the air was filled with the sound of clanging swords.
Chu Manman's guards were obviously no match for He An's men, and soon they were lying on the ground.
The onlookers consciously retreated and some even moved to the second floor.
The hall was in a mess. Wen Huishan's old face was already covered with bitter tears. He hid under the table and beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"You...you..." Chu Manman swept her eyes across the bruises on the ground, raised her trembling fingers, and uttered intermittent words.
"What do you mean? Speak up, or I wouldn't mind helping Your Highness straighten it out for you." Erlang's eyes were filled with excitement, as if he really wanted to do it, and Chu Manman pursed her lips and took two steps back. For some reason, He An was particularly scary today, with a look in his eyes that only the Ministry of Punishment could have.
Roudi subconsciously moved towards the nine-section whip hanging around her waist. She was like a white tiger ready to pounce, full of vigilance.
"He An, if you dare to touch me, father, mother and second brother will not let you go! You have to think it over carefully!" Chu Manman no longer hesitated, untied the nine-section whip, swung it hard on the ground, and made a loud "crackling" sound.
He An hummed comfortably and nodded in agreement.
"You dare to set your sights on He, have you ever thought about whether Wuning Marquisate will let you go? Will the Empress Dowager let you go? It seems that He has been away from Yunlan for too long, so that the princess has forgotten the identity of this prince."
Chu Manman was slightly stunned. Yes, how could she forget about the Imperial Grandmother? Her expression suddenly became tense.
Mu Yao became more and more curious about the identity of this first son. She turned to Shen Chutang and asked, "Chutang, do you know He An's identity?"
Xiao Douxue looked at Mu Yao suspiciously. Why would the lady ask Shen Chutang? Should he know?
"He An is the youngest son of Yunlan Wuning Marquis He Wei. Last year, the original crown prince He Yu passed away due to illness, so He Wei called He An back from Nanyue to succeed the crown prince."
Mu Yao nodded slightly, and looked at He An suppressing Chu Manman tightly, with an expression of admiration on her face.
"Mr. Shen, how do you know so much about him?" Xiao Douxue narrowed his eyes. He still hadn't learned the details of Shen Chutang. He had asked Mu Yao before, but she brushed him off.
"Mr. Shen is from Nanyue. Does Pavilion Master Xiao have any other questions?" Shen Chutang raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly.
Xiao Douxue understood, suppressed his smile, turned his back, and continued to observe the movements downstairs.
He An really did it to Chu Manman, tying her up and pressing her down on a chair. Her nine-section whip was now firmly in He An's hand.
With a loud "crack", the whip fell heavily at Chu Manman's feet.
The pretty girl's face turned pale with fright, and tears flowed down her face like crazy.
Everyone saw that the little bully was crying so hard that he was out of breath and didn't even dare to breathe.
The noble lady in the building swallowed her saliva and looked at He An, no longer daring to have any illusions about this first young master.
"This whip is a lesson for Your Highness not to whip others arbitrarily in public. Your Highness does not need to thank me too much." He An's cold eyes fell on Chu Manman again. The delicate girl shuddered and cried even harder.
"Crackle."
Another whip.
However, the whip actually hit Chu Manman's body, leaving a long and narrow cut on the hem of her skirt.
He An controlled the strength just right. If he had used half a bit more force, Chu Manman's delicate body would have been lost.
The heart-wrenching cry was deafening. Chu Manman was obviously frightened by He An's cruelty. She was shaking like a sieve. The makeup and tears on her face were intertwined, like a color palette, which was horrible to look at.
"This whip is to teach Your Highness a lesson. There is a price to pay for waving a whip in front of me. Do you understand?" He An's tone was neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy. He stared at Chu Manman sharply, waiting for her answer.
"Don't understand? It seems that Your Highness doesn't want this delicate skin and tender flesh anymore." The corners of his lips curled up coldly again, and he raised the nine-section whip in his hand towards Chu Manman.
Several timid ladies present had fainted from fright at He An's fierce aura.
Mu Yao stared blankly at the boy in the distance, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
Is the first son of Yunlan so fierce?
"I understand, I understand!" Chu Manman didn't hesitate at all this time and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure striding into the hall. She could no longer suppress the grievance in her heart and cried out loudly: "Second brother, save me!"