Pregnancy Is Too Much For The Villain-Chapter 166

Seeing her resolute expression, Valentin nodded seriously, feeling even more grounded.

“Excuse me for interrupting, but we need to move quickly. The carriage transporting the Marquis has already left the palace. Didn’t you say you must see him?” Hendricks urged as he checked the time on his pocket watch.

Ever since Reynard had been imprisoned in the palace’s underground dungeons, the Emperor had blocked all possible routes of contact. Felix had insisted that they must meet him to execute the final phase of their plan.

With Hendricks' reminder, everyone quickly boarded the carriage and headed toward the central square, where the enraged citizens, holding red flags adorned with white doves, were staging their protest.

The sound of the carriage wheels became rough and heavy as they rolled over the decorative fan-shaped stone pavement of Queen’s Road, approaching the central square. The angry shouts of the citizens grew louder, adding to the cacophony.

Valentin, the First Princess, and their group arrived at their destination.

“I thought this was supposed to be a non-violent protest?” Valentin asked, his face showing signs of worry. Felix and Sabina exchanged serious looks before speaking cautiously.

“It seems the citizens have become overheated,” Sabina said.

“Many of them are not aligned with the initial ideals of the peaceful protesters. Those who were hurt by the side effects of the New Pophin drug have joined in, and their anger is understandable,” Felix said as he glanced outside, muttering about the middle-class families who had lost their investments and whose loved ones had fallen ill due to the drug.

Valentin, too, peeked out from the curtains of the carriage.

At the end of the road, which was connected to the clock tower in the square, was the city’s police headquarters. The prisoner transport carriage carrying Reynard would have to pass through this area. The square was in chaos, with the cries of the furious people growing louder by the minute.

“It’s dangerous. Please don’t stick your head out too far,” Sabina warned as she pulled Valentin back into his seat. Valentin, shocked by the crowd’s intensity, nervously tapped his foot. His gaze locked onto the prison transport carriage approaching in the distance, bearing the insignia of the city’s police and the ominous iron bars on its windows.

“Release the war hero!”

“Set him free!”

The citizens, holding red flags, began chanting in unison, blocking the path of the carriage.

The city police, tasked with transporting the prisoner, seemed completely flustered, as if they hadn’t expected the crowd to become so aggressive.

“Step back!”

“You’re obstructing official duties!”

Their orders fell on deaf ears.

“Set him free! Set him free!”

The horses, unsettled by the overwhelming crowd, stomped nervously, unable to advance through the sea of people blocking the road.

“No… We have to get closer to Reynard! If we don’t stop this, he’ll be in danger!” Valentin shouted urgently to the driver, his voice trembling.

“It’s too dangerous to approach any further!” Felix and Sabina warned, trying to hold him back.

But just then, as the prison transport carriage came close enough for them to see its massive form, everything went wrong.

Bang!

A gunshot echoed through the air, and a thin plume of white smoke rose into the sky.

It was the sharp signal that transformed what had started as a peaceful protest into violence and chaos.

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The police had fired a warning shot into the air to intimidate the citizens who were surrounding the carriage. But the decision was a terrible mistake. The gunshot only fueled the crowd’s fury, and they began to surge forward more aggressively.

“Whoa!”

“The police fired a shot!”

“They’re using guns!”

The roars of the enraged crowd filled the square. More shots rang out—bang! bang!—as gunfire erupted from unknown sources within the crowd. Some protesters had evidently come armed.

One of the horses pulling the prison carriage reared up in fear and fell, while the other horses kicked out wildly, struggling to control their panic. The carriage itself wobbled precariously, threatening to tip over.

“No…! Reynard!”

Valentin saw the carriage tilt dangerously, and he knew that Reynard was inside. Bound in shackles, without proper protection, Reynard was likely completely vulnerable.

As the carriage threatened to topple over, Valentin acted on instinct. Without thinking, he flung open the door of his own carriage and bolted toward Reynard’s prison carriage, where his beloved was trapped in that terrible, iron-barred mobile prison.

“Your Highness!”

“Protect the Grand Duchess! Quickly!”

Sabina screamed, and Felix’s urgent commands echoed behind her. The soldiers in black uniforms from the Denox family moved swiftly, closing ranks around Valentin. The First Princess’s guards also reacted quickly, forming a protective barrier around the carriage as it advanced toward the crowd.

Then, something miraculous happened—something no one could have predicted.

“The soldiers of House Denox!”

“Look! It’s the war hero’s spouse!”

“It’s the Grand Duchess!”

“It’s Valentin! ‘The Good Valentin!’”

The cries of the crowd transformed from shouts of anger to cheers of awe.

In an instant, the crowd that had been roaring with rage began to part, making way for Valentin as if he were parting the Red Sea. They chanted his name, their voices full of admiration, and waved their flags in support. The people, who had once been a furious mob, were now creating a safe path for Valentin, allowing him to approach Reynard’s prison carriage. At the same time, they blocked the police from advancing any further.

“If you come any closer, we will fire again!” one of the police officers yelled in a threatening tone.

But the citizens shouted back.

“Let him see the Marquis!”

“Stop the carriage!”

“Bring it to a halt!”

Valentin ran through the path the crowd had opened for him, heading straight for the prison carriage.

Closer.

Closer still.

Reynard, my husband, unjustly imprisoned. My one and only love.

Valentin sprinted toward the faint glimpse of Reynard’s large hand visible beyond the iron bars. He wasn’t even aware of how his body was moving. The sounds around him—the furious roars of the crowd, the shouting, the clamor—felt muffled, as though he were underwater. His focus was solely on reaching the prison carriage.

“Reynard!”

His desperate cry pierced through the noise, cutting through the chaos.