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AUGUST 10, 2016 BY HAMSTER428
Mei Gongqing 104-107
Chapter 104: Waiting for a Hapless Hare
“And you? Where will you be?” she asked.
Wang Hong smiled. “Me? I’ll stay in Nan’yang, of course. Could there be a bigger joke than Lang’ya Wang Qi fleeing at the mere sight of a barbarian?”
Chen Rong gave some thoughts before lowering her voice to say: “Then I’ll also remain in Nan’yang.”
Wang Hong still had his back turned to her, his posture ever the same. “Are you not afraid of dying, my darling?”
Dying? Of course she was afraid of dying.
“If my lord is not afraid of dying, Ah Rong would not dare to be afraid.”
When she did not hear his reply after some length of time, she turned around to take a look.
Standing face to face at that moment, she saw in his fixed gaze something like love… but in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his smiling mien.
At this time, a burst of billowing smoke appeared behind them, causing the dozen refugees on the roadside to turn their attention from the city gate.
They scurried backward. Even the boy retreated far away where he curiously gazed over.
Two hundred armored men came into Chen Rong’s sight. They were tall and large, and dauntless in appearance. These men must have been from the north, for each of them was the size of three refugees.
They rode forth and encircled the carriage.
Chen Rong turned to look at Wang Hong, and was reassured to see that he didn’t appear to mind these men.
One man rode out of his rank; he clasped his hands toward Wang Hong, calling him: “M’lord?”
They turned out to be Wang Hong’s guards, after all. So they had been behind us the entire time, Chen Rong thought. Only now did she realize that she hadn’t asked Wang Hong how he had looked for her alone last night. Logically speaking, his servants would never leave his side like that.
Wang Hong stepped down from the carriage and, casting Chen Rong a glance, ordered: “Wang Sheng, escort Miss Chen back to the city.”
“Aye.”
A guard in his late twenties with a rectangular face rode forward. He accorded Chen Rong ceremony, then dismounted his horse and stepped onto the driver’s seat.
The carriage moved forth.
A few paces later, Chen Rong gazed back at Wang Hong and opened her mouth to say something. But seeing Wang Hong surrounded by his guards, smiling but distant and stern, she decided to close her mouth after all.
Her carriage gradually drove away and shortly after arrived at the gate.
The prince’s personal soldiers were blocking the gate. They were preventing the nobles from leaving the city but did not care who was entering.
Chen Rong smoothly entered Nan’yang and returned to her courtyard.
When she stepped down, she thanked the guard who was hastily turning to leave, then rushed to her courtyard, crying: “Old Shang! Old Shang!”
Her voice began to panic when no one answered even though she had called twice.
At this time, Nurse Ping’s ecstatic voice sounded inside. “Are you back, miss? Are you back?” She ran out to Chen Rong’s side, holding onto her arm to take a good look at her.
Chen Rong pried her hand away and asked, “Where’s Old Shang?”
“Lying in bed.”
Chen Rong exhaled in relief. She broke into a smile and said, “I’m glad he’s home. When did he come back?”
“Early this morning,” Nurse Ping answered. She glanced outside, leaned into Chen Rong’s ear and whispered, “The moment the gate opened at dawn, Old Shang had appeared at the store on South Street.” Her voice took an anxious turn: “He passed out as soon as he saw someone coming out. After he woke up, he kept crying for you.”
Chen Rong pressed her lips together, whispering, “Is he staying at one of the stores on South Street?”
“Aye.”
Nurse Ping looked up at Chen Rong, stammering a long time before asking: “Miss, last night, you…”
Chen Rong could hear the worry in her voice. She immediately glared and snapped, “I’m still chaste!”
“Aye, aye, aye, you’re chaste, you’re chaste.” Despite saying so, the anxiety in her voice was evident.
At this time, it got clamorous outside.
Lady Li’s shrill voice rose amid the noises: “Is Ah Rong home?”
Chen Rong hadn’t reacted but her nurse had already paled and muttered: “I knew it, I knew it. They came last night asking for you twice. Then this morning at dawn, they came again to say your aunt has called for you. Now you’re barely home and already they’ve followed you here. I knew they wouldn’t let you off!”
Chen Rong’s heart sank upon hearing this. She thought of the invitation that had brought her into peril.
“She is home, ma’am,” she heard a maid reply.
“Oh is she?” Lady Li laughed