CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: TIGER FATHER, DOG DAUGHTER!

It’s Su Qianqian again!

The male protagonist’s face changed, and the wicked fire in his heart flared up again!

Hearing that the entire Su Qianqian family was imprisoned because of him didn’t move him in the slightest. Instead, it filled his heart with endless disgust and annoyance.

This woman is even more annoying than the Sixth Prince, Zhao Yi!

Zhao Yi just keeps haunting him and snatching his things.

Su Qianqian, however, continuously brings him all sorts of troubles!

At this moment, the male protagonist felt those two truly deserved each other as a couple.

They’re simply a match made in heaven!

The male protagonist had never seen anyone more nauseating than the two of them!

Is Zhao Yi planning to break off the engagement?

Don’t break it off!

Under no circumstances should you break it off!

Let these two villains be bound together forever!

Don’t come out to harm others!

The male protagonist took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging resentment in his heart.

His face turned grave.

He must find the Arhat Ancestor Master as soon as possible.

His cultivation time was short, his skills in cultivating his inner peace were not up to par, and he had recently suffered consecutive setbacks, leading his Heart Spirit to be traumatized, evil thoughts emerging, and his realm unstable.

He desperately needed the Arhat Ancestor Master to use Supreme Dharma to help him suppress the evil thoughts; otherwise, if the evil invaded, he could go berserk at any moment.

Thinking of this, the male protagonist asked Little Poison Creature, "Xiaoxiao, have you seen an ancient-looking ring at the Sixth Prince’s Mansion?"

Little Poison Creature shook her head, "I just arrived at the master’s house; just bandaged my wound, and you called me out. I haven’t been anywhere or seen any ring."

The male protagonist then noticed the wound on Little Poison Creature’s forehead, and concernedly asked, "What happened to your head? Was it Zhao Yi who hit you?"

Little Poison Creature shook her head, "The master didn’t hit me; I asked him to take me in and bumped my head kowtowing to him."

The male protagonist: "..."

He had tried everything, used all sorts of methods, yet couldn’t keep Little Poison Creature.

But she turned around to kowtow and beg Zhao Yi to take her in.

And even broke her head from kowtowing!

The male protagonist was almost questioning life’s meaning.

Is the gap between him and the Sixth Prince, Zhao Yi, really that vast?

At the same time, the male protagonist was puzzled.

With such a significant gap between him and the Sixth Prince, why does Su Qianqian keep bothering him?

The male protagonist put himself in her shoes.

If he were a woman, he would have definitely chosen the Sixth Prince and not him, this monk.

Why does Su Qianqian act so infatuated with him?

To toy with him?

The male protagonist suddenly remembered some storybooks that novice monks secretly read.

The storybooks featured plots similar to this with male and female leads.

"She runs, he chases, she cannot escape!"

Could they be using him as a tool for flirting?

The male protagonist’s expression cracked!

Bang!

The male protagonist punched the tree trunk beside him, his weary face filled with resentment.

"Adulterers, you’ve gone too far!"

After the resentment, the male protagonist was full of grievance!

"It’s too much!"

"Even bullying a monk!"

"That couple simply aren’t human!"

Little Poison Creature blinked her eyes, tilted her head, watching the male protagonist, her small eyes filled with big confusion.

"Brother Xiao Jing seems really mad, but why? Is it because I didn’t invite him to kowtow to the master? That must be it. Brother Xiao Jing is poor, too; he must be in need of money!"

Little Poison Creature made up her mind to tell the master when she returns, to let the male protagonist also go and kowtow to the master.

If the master is in a good mood, maybe he’ll also give him some gold nuggets.

Little Poison Creature thought she was really smart for coming up with such a good idea.

"Brother Xiao Jing will definitely be happy when he knows!"

The male protagonist didn’t know what Little Poison Creature was thinking.

He’s unsure if the ring is with the Eldest Prince, Zhao Mian, or with the Sixth Prince, Zhao Yi.

He has no way to contact Zhao Mian and now can only pin his hopes on Zhao Yi.

Thinking of this, the male protagonist said to Little Poison Creature, "Xiaoxiao, may I ask you a favor?"

Upon hearing this, Little Poison Creature immediately displayed an "I knew you’d ask me" expression.

Little Poison Creature patted her little flat chest hard and confidently said, "Don’t worry, leave it to me! The master values me highly; as long as I speak up, he’ll definitely let your wish come true!"

The male protagonist looked at Little Poison Creature with confusion.

Could it really be a case of looking at someone with new eyes after not seeing them for three days?

This little monster has only been in the city for three days and is already so smart?

He looked at Little Poison Creature, hesitantly asked, "Xiaoxiao, do you really know what favor I want to ask of you?"

"Of course!" Little Poison Creature nodded emphatically.

"Xiao Jing, don’t worry!" The little poison dart turned and left, saying, "Brother Xiao Jing, wait for me here! I will go back and find the master now, and will definitely give you a reply as soon as possible!"

"Wait!"

The protagonist hurriedly reached out to try and catch the little poison dart.

But her speed was too fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she had disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Hope nothing goes wrong!"

The protagonist sighed deeply.

For some reason, he had an ominous premonition in his heart!

But at present, he couldn’t worry about so much more.

The little poison dart was the only person the protagonist could rely on.

Even though he knew she might not be reliable, he still had to take the risk and give it a try!

The protagonist watched as the little poison dart left, then observed his surroundings, ensuring no one was paying attention before he lowered the brim of his hat and walked toward the Death Prison.

Su Changyuan was being escorted to the Death Prison.

There were many onlookers along the way, making the protagonist inconspicuous among the crowd.

Death Prison.

The heroine sat at the desk, writing swiftly!

The heroine’s cell was different from the other death row inmates.

Her cell was spacious and meticulously cleaned, adorned not only with bamboo, orchids, plum blossoms, and chrysanthemums but also equipped with musical instruments, chess, paintings, and books!

This was the treatment of a royal relative.

Although Zhao Yi had long claimed he wanted to annul the marriage, as long as there was no written annulment, the heroine was still the future Sixth Prince Consort.

She also received the treatment befitting an Imperial Consort!

Delicious food and wine were placed at the cell door, but the heroine didn’t even glance at them.

She held the pen tightly, writing furiously on the paper.

After a long time, the heroine exhaled deeply, put down the pen, rubbed her sore wrist, and looked at the splendid article in front of her with satisfaction.

The first line of the article was: When a prince breaks the law, he is punished equally as commoners!

The heroine waited until the ink dried, then called out lightly.

"Someone!"

The nearby prison guard quickly walked over.

The prison guard bowed and said, "What are your orders, Imperial Consort?"

The heroine carefully folded the manuscript and solemnly said, "Deliver this swiftly to the Spring Tide Poetry Gathering!"

The Spring Tide Poetry Gathering was the best stage for young men and women to become famous worldwide.

The heroine was full of confidence.

Once this article was presented, it would surely outshine everyone else and claim first place!

Sixth Prince Consort?

She did not even care!

The heroine wanted to become the first female minister of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Upon hearing this, the prison guard’s face immediately showed a difficult expression.

The heroine saw this and her brows immediately furrowed. Then she thought of something, took out a piece of fragmented silver from her sleeve, and threw it to the prison guard’s feet with an expression of dislike.

She said coldly, "I won’t make you run for nothing! This is a tip; take it to have some tea!"

The prison guard glanced at the piece of fragmented silver, which was barely bigger than a soybean, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Death Prison guards were the most well-paid; those on death row had to bribe heavily if they wanted a decent meal before dying!

The small amount of silver the heroine threw out was not even enough to dismiss a beggar; dropping it to the ground, the prison guard wouldn’t bother to pick it up, yet she behaved as if she were granting a great favor. No wonder the Sixth Prince wanted to annul the marriage!

The prison guard thought bitterly, looked down at the fragmented silver, worried it might dirty his foot, and moved aside.

Then, putting on a respectful face, he replied tepidly:

"Aware that the Imperial Consort knows, in the Death Prison, aside from dead bodies, the rule has always been to bring things inside, never to carry things outside. I have official duties to attend to, and if the Imperial Consort has no other matters, I will take my leave."

After saying this, he walked away without looking at the heroine’s expression.

The heroine’s face turned livid, her fists clenched tightly as she growled furiously, "A mere contemptible prison guard dares to insult me like this; it’s simply outrageous!"

The heroine was cursing, suddenly hearing footsteps approaching from outside.

A fair and harmonious voice came in, "No need to trouble you gentlemen; I will go by myself!"

Upon hearing this voice, the heroine’s expression instantly changed.

She abruptly stood up, almost tipping over the table in front of her, staggered to the door, holding the railing, peering outside.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared before her eyes.

"Father?"

The heroine was first taken aback and then showed a look of incredulity.

She said repeatedly, "Father, why are you..."

Before finishing her sentence, the heroine suddenly saw Su Changyuan’s current appearance.

Su Changyuan wore white prison clothes, had a wooden restraint on his head, and heavy iron chains locked on his hands and feet.

Although he was paraded in a prison cart, Su Changyuan seemed to maintain good spirits.

Only the spine that had been straight for a lifetime seemed bent by some oppressive weight, stooping over and unable to stand upright.

The heroine’s eyes instantly became red with tears.

She looked at Su Changyuan, choking up, "Father, what has happened to you?"

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