bestfiction Chapter 310 Is he the Ming King?
Chapter 310 Is he the Ming King?
Just at this critical moment, a figure swept in like a gust of wind and kicked Jiang Wenjun in the side.
Jiang Wenjun screamed, released Su Qingchan, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
Su Qingchan steadied herself and looked up to see a handsome young man she didn't recognize.
He wore a moon-colored brocade robe, and his eyes were bright, as warm and gentle as amber.
When Su Qingchan looked over, he smiled, his bright eyes curving into crescent shapes, radiating a gentle and kind aura that made people unconsciously lower their guard.
Su Qingchan stared at him in a daze.
It wasn't until the man spoke, "Miss, are you alright?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring, and exceptionally pleasant to hear.
Su Qingchan suddenly came to her senses, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Thank you for saving me, young master. I am fine."
Jiang Wenjun scrambled to his feet, furious and embarrassed, and pointed at the young man, shouting, "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Jiang family? Are you tired of living?"
The man remained calm, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer playing on his lips: "This is the first time someone has dared to point their finger at me and curse me."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenjun was first taken aback, then burst into wild laughter: "You? You're a prince? If you're a prince, then I'm the emperor!"
His face was full of disdain.
Jiang Wenjun was usually a playboy who only loved to have fun. He only associated with the sons of minor officials. Given his status, he would never meet any members of the imperial family or nobility.
It's normal that they didn't recognize Prince Yong.
Having finally caught Su Qingchan, Jiang Wenjun was furious to see her being ruined again.
He took two steps forward, about to unleash a torrent of curses, when suddenly he was slapped across the face!
The sound of "snap" was quite abrupt.
The slap was delivered with maximum force, and Jiang Wenjun's cheek swelled up rapidly at a visible speed, leaving five clear finger marks on his face.
Jiang Wenjun was stunned.
He slowly raised his hand, covering his swollen cheek, and looked at the person who had come in disbelief.
A wiry man dressed as a guard stood before him with a cold expression, exuding a chilling aura of menace.
Jiang Wenjun was a bully who preyed on the weak. When he saw the newcomer's imposing manner, his arrogance was instantly extinguished as if doused with cold water, and he subconsciously shrank back.
Prince Yong glanced at his guards and said calmly, "Take them to a secluded place to fight, so as not to disturb the surrounding people."
The guard responded, "Yes!"
Then, as if picking up a chick, he grabbed Jiang Wenjun by the back of his collar with one hand and lifted him up.
Jiang Wenjun kicked his legs wildly, but could not break free at all, and could only let the guards take him away.
The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their faces showing fear.
They could tell that this man was not someone to be trifled with, so they dared not stay and watch the commotion any longer, and soon scattered like birds and beasts.
After dealing with Jiang Wenjun, Prince Yong turned to Su Qingchan with a harmless smile on his face, "Miss, you've been frightened."
"I never expected that there would be such an arrogant and rebellious person in my Shengjing City, who dared to forcibly abduct a woman in the street."
Seeing his gentle demeanor, Su Qingchan felt less wary and smiled slightly, "Thank you for believing me, young master."
Prince Yong's smile deepened, but a glint of unfathomable light flashed in his eyes. "I just think that with a girl's looks and character, it's impossible for her to marry such a vulgar man."
He shook his head slightly, his eyes full of admiration and emotion, "A young lady with such talent, beauty and bearing is worthy of even royalty and nobility."
Su Qingchan had never been praised so directly by a man before.
She blushed and lowered her head shyly, "Your Highness flatters me. Qingchan is just an ordinary woman. How could I dare to have such a wish?"
Prince Yong's gaze softened, and his tone was sincere: "Miss, there's no need for you to be modest. Everything I've said is true. May I ask where you live? I'll send someone to escort you home."
Su Qingchan looked at the extraordinary man before her, and her heart skipped a beat when she thought of his earlier self-reference as "this king".
Yun Shang has no other woman in his heart but Yu Wan, so she definitely has no hope.
But the man before her clearly hinted at his feelings for her. If he really was some prince…
Su Qingchan's mind raced, and a shy smile appeared on her face. She slightly curtsied and said, "Then thank you very much, young master."
Su Qingchan was escorted to the outside of the Duke of Anguo's mansion by the guards of Prince Yong.
She clearly saw a hint of surprise flash in the guard's eyes.
Su Qingchan smiled calmly, "My home is right here. Please help me thank your master for helping me out of this predicament today."
The guard acknowledged the order and left without lingering.
Su Qingchan stood outside the Duke of Anguo's mansion, watching the guards walk away. She walked to a side alley, took out a small piece of silver from her purse, handed it to the little beggar squatting in the corner, and whispered a few words to him.
The little beggar glanced in the direction the guard had left, nodded, and accepted the silver.
He then got up and dashed off in the direction the guard had left.
Su Qingchan did not return to the Duke's mansion, but instead took another stroll around, and sat down in a teahouse half an hour later.
Not long after she sat down, the little beggar appeared in the teahouse.
Su Qingchan asked, "Did you see it?"
The little beggar didn't speak, but looked at the food and tea on the table. Su Qingchan noticed this and smiled as she pushed the food in front of him.
She said softly, "Eat."
The little beggar didn't stand on ceremony; he grabbed a snack and began to wolf it down.
Crumbs of the pastry fell to the ground.
Su Qingchan watched him patiently and gently. Seeing that his mouth was full of food, she took off her handkerchief, handed it to him, and gestured for him to wipe his mouth. She said softly, "Don't rush, eat slowly."
The little beggar paused, quickly finished the food in his mouth, and then whispered, "I saw that guard and a young master enter a very grand mansion."
Su Qingchan quickly asked, "Where did they go?"
"I don't know." The little beggar shook his head as he reached out and grabbed another piece of pastry. "I can't read."
Su Qingchan: "..."
Her expression changed slightly, and she was getting annoyed when she heard the little beggar say again, "But I've written down those words, and I can write them down for you, Miss."
As he spoke, the little beggar dipped his finger in the tea and wrote three crooked characters on the table: "Ming Prince's Mansion".
King Ming?
The young master who saved her on the street just now is truly a prince!
Although she was not qualified to meet a prince, she had heard how many princes the emperor of this dynasty had.
This Prince Ming was the tenth prince, and was about the same age as the ninth prince, Prince Yong.
King Ming was known for his low-key lifestyle and was said to have no interest in politics, but rather a passion for woodworking.
He often stayed at the Prince Ming's residence and disliked going out.
Ming Wang's birth mother is of low status, currently only a Noble Consort. However, no matter how low her status is, Ming Wang is still the emperor's son and a prince.
If she could marry the prince, her father and brothers would surely rest in peace in the afterlife.
As Su Qingchan thought this, her heart began to beat faster involuntarily.
If she could become a princess, she wouldn't have to live under someone else's roof, and a scoundrel like Jiang Wenjun wouldn't dare to bully her anymore!