Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Minister under the Skirt (29)
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“Once, by a stroke of fate, I entered into the Heavy Snow Night Moon, and at the altar of the Heavy Snow Night Moon, I beheld this power that seemed like Xuan Qi but not quite Xuan Qi, gentle yet brimming with a might that could destroy heaven and earth…”
Nie Kun suddenly looked toward Xie Shu’s face.
Chuzheng used her cape to shield Xie Shu.
Nie Kun felt the woman’s gaze grow colder, with a hint of viciousness, as if daring him to speak out would mean he could never leave this carriage.
Nie Kun only liked refining elixir pills; he didn’t care much for other matters and didn’t want to court trouble.
The Heavy Snow Night Moon had already collapsed.
Whether this gentleman was an old acquaintance of the Heavy Snow Night Moon, he did not wish to know,
“Miss, this is the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill, and these other elixir pills can be given to this gentleman to regulate his body, but I do not recommend giving him the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill.”
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Nie Kun alighted from the carriage, taking the Purple Nether Fire Spirit with him as he hurriedly departed.
The crowd surrounding the carriage hadn’t dispersed; with Nie Kun gone, the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill was definitely on this carriage.
All eyes were on the carriage.
However, no one made a move, each warily watching the people around them.
“Is the person inside from your Jun Family?” Wang Zhicheng stared at Chu Yingyu and the others.
“No,” Chu Yingyu contested.
“She said her name was Jun Chuzheng,” Wang Zhicheng clearly didn’t believe it: “Jun Chuzheng… That name is the same as your Jun Family’s young miss, isn’t it?”
Fortunately, her face was veiled, concealing any changes in Ying Yu’s expression.
She said discontentedly, “There are many people in the world who share the same name and surname.”
“Heh, I wasn’t aware that someone would dare to share the same name and surname as the young miss of the Jun Family…” Wang Zhicheng sneered coldly: “But strangely, when did the Jun Family have another young miss?”
The title of young miss naturally referred to a legitimate member of the family.
Yet for so many years, they had only heard of a young master in the Jun Family and never knew there was a young miss.
Wang Zhicheng’s tone shifted: “You wouldn’t be impostors, would you?”
Chu Yingyu couldn’t stand the mention of “impostors.”
Li Liang reacted the fastest: “The young miss has been in poor health and has been resting quietly. Her condition has not been made public, please show some respect.”
It was fairly easy to secretly raise someone within a large family.
Li Liang’s statement wasn’t wrong.
“If she’s in such poor health, why is she now out and exposing herself?” Wang Zhicheng wasn’t convinced: “I think you and the people inside that carriage are all in cahoots. Let her come out!”
A trace of bitterness lay hidden within the depths of Ying Yu’s eyes: “We don’t know her.”
“Come out for what.”
Chuzheng’s voice overlapped with Ying Yu’s.
Chuzheng disembarked from the carriage, her eyes cold as she looked over them.
“Perfect,” Wang Zhicheng stepped forward: “Why is my junior brother’s contracted beast with you? If you don’t explain clearly today, don’t think about leaving here.”
“I’ve already told you.”
“Heh, who would believe that? Did you harm my junior brother?”
“No.” Don’t talk nonsense.
“If you didn’t harm my junior brother, how would Wu Di be in your hands?” This was a circular question.
This man seemed not to know what Wu Di’s true master had gone to do.
Of course, he didn’t care; he just needed a pretext to make snatching the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill seem less disgraceful.
“I’m going to get justice for my junior brother today.”
“Give me back my junior brother’s life!”
With a bellow, Wang Zhicheng’s palm unleashed Xuan Qi, flying straight for Chuzheng’s face, followed by the people behind Wang Zhicheng bursting forth.
The Primordial Spirit Golden Pill was on Chuzheng.
As Wang Zhicheng made his move, how could the others stand still? If they were late, the prize could be snatched by someone else.
In the depths of her heart, Ying Yu longed to kill Chuzheng – that way her own identity would remain hidden.
Therefore, she joined the fray with Li Liang.
“Young Master, shall we…”
Shen Yaoye stood at the back, his hands in his sleeves, showing no intention of joining in; the Shen Family was getting anxious.
The Family Head was in great need of that Primordial Spirit Golden Pill.