Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 398 - 368: The Blushing Grand Commander

Dragon Slayer and Tiger Tamer had already found Princess Wanping and Ji Li, but on their way back, a small misunderstanding occurred, leaving both sides at a stalemate.

As scouts, Dragon Slayer and Tiger Tamer were the best in the world at tracking, but when it came to martial arts, even combined, they were no match for Ji Li.

"That’s the situation. She’s a princess, so there’s no way Dragon Slayer and Tiger Tamer can use force."

"You mean they can’t beat her."

Miao King: You little brat, leave your grandpa some dignity!

Lu Yuan asked curiously, "If they haven’t returned yet, how did you get in touch with them?"

Miao King chuckled, "Want to know? Come back to Miaojiang with me. I’ll teach you all my martial arts and secrets."

Lu Yuan replied flatly, "Not interested."

The Miao King’s face darkened, "The feud is settled, old Xun is dead—why not come back to Miaojiang with me? Don’t you want to see your grandmother?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him, "It’s you who wants to see Grandmother, right?"

The Miao King put his hands on his hips, "She’s my wife! What’s wrong with me wanting to see her? Is that not allowed?"

Lu Yuan said, "If you want to see her, go see her. No one’s stopping you."

Ke Xian’er will throw me out!

The Miao King glared resentfully at his ungrateful grandson, who showed no concern for him at all.

Useless little brat. One of these days, I’ll sneak away with his granddaughter-in-law and that Treasure Piggy; let’s see if the little brat doesn’t follow me then!

Lu Yuan asked coldly, "What scheme are you cooking up now?"

"Nothing."

The Miao King clasped his hands behind his back, whistled, and swaggered back into the house, "I’m going to sleep!"

Lu Yuan let out a cold snort.

Going to court required dealing with officials of all kinds, entering the palace meant verbal sparring with the Supreme Emperor, and coming home involved mental battles with the old man—day after day, there wasn’t a moment’s peace.

"Shouldn’t you hurry up and fetch the princess and that chicken? Do you want to get married without a bride and groom present?"

Hurry up, hurry up, I need to abduct my granddaughter-in-law!

Seeing the wily look on the old man’s face, Lu Yuan instantly knew he was up to no good again—most likely plotting against Meng Xiaojiu and the kid.

He wasn’t worried about the kid; wherever Meng Xiaojiu was, the kid would be there too.

As for Meng Qianqian...

His second aunt’s dragon-phoenix twins had just arrived in the Capital City, so Meng Qianqian would first have to attend to them—no way she’d fall into the old man’s trap.

When Lu Yuan returned to the main courtyard, he found Meng Qianqian asleep on the table, still holding a robe she had been altering halfway.

The needle remained stuck in it—she didn’t even worry about pricking herself.

Lu Yuan frowned slightly, bent down, and tried to take the needle from her hand. It took him a clumsy while, during which he pricked himself several times, but he finally managed to remove the embroidery needle.

He wondered where to place the needle when, inadvertently, his gaze swept over Meng Qianqian’s chest.

She was lying on the table, her neckline slightly open, revealing a patch of fair, snow-white skin...and something faintly discernible...

Lu Yuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

In that instant, a flood of memories burst into his mind with the force of a breached dam.

The soft, smooth warmth of that snowy skin burned in his palm again, and his entire arm felt seared.

His fingertips tingled as he absentmindedly stuck the embroidery needle into the robe.

Just then, Nanny Wan entered the room, carrying a charcoal bucket to add to the heater.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw her young master holding an embroidery needle, sneakily trying to...embroider?

Nanny Wan shivered, nearly slipping and falling into a split.

The domineering and heroic young master...turns out he has this kind of hobby, huh...

Lu Yuan: "..."

Lu Yuan quickly straightened up, his ears slightly red, and said sternly, "Don’t mention this to anyone."

Nanny Wan nodded emphatically, "Don’t worry, young master. My lips are tighter than fireplace tongs!"