PNB Chapter 134 Slums
Chapter 134 Slums
As if in response to these words, there was a "crack" sound, and the bottom of the sedan chair could not bear the weight and broke apart immediately afterwards.
At this time, Prince Jingxuan was immersed in the sudden shock and shame, and forgot to escape.
As the floor collapsed with a loud bang, he fell down without any preparation.
At the critical moment, he wanted to use his lightness skills to jump up as if by reflex, but the falling bottom of the sedan was simply unable to withstand the blow. He kicked out, intending to use the reaction force to soar into the air, but he did the opposite and accelerated the collapse of the bottom. He lost control and fell heavily to the ground.
His lower back hit the edge of the seat in the car hard. With a crisp "click" sound, the familiar numbness came over him again. King Jingxuan was once again in a helpless predicament, unable to move.
"Let's go." Sheng Junwei said softly and slowly stood up.
The originally sumptuous meal on the table was now almost gone, with only a few scattered pieces of food left, reflecting the fact that this short break was about to end.
Seeing this, Rou'er quickly swallowed the last bite of food, her eyes moving with a bit of sharpness, and then followed her master's steps and stood up together.
Her eyes inadvertently swept across a corner of the restaurant, where a young man with slightly ragged clothes was sitting, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
The last time at Pei Mansion, the arrogant look of King Jingxuan is still vivid in her mind, and Rou'er also witnessed with her own eyes the turmoil he caused because of another woman.
Things are different now. Witnessing this once glorious nobleman falling into disgrace, Rou'er didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy in her heart. She even secretly thanked God that she had not made things worse for him. This was a rare act of kindness on her part.
In Rou'er's heart, a clear belief gradually took shape: anyone who dares to be an enemy of Miss Sheng Junwei will eventually suffer the consequences.
Sheng Junwei was completely unaware of this, otherwise she would have looked at her with approval for her loyalty and keenness.
In fact, she did play a role in King Jingxuan's unfortunate experience today, but in the final analysis, he brewed his own bitter wine and he had to drink it alone.
I remember that day when the palace sent someone to pick her up, the seemingly ordinary sedan chair had actually been secretly tampered with.
Fortunately, she had an extraordinary sensitivity to the abnormalities in her surroundings, otherwise the tragedy three days later would have become her own nightmare.
Even though you may not end up in such a situation, the loss of dignity is undoubtedly an unavoidable shame.
That person not only sent assassins to take her life, but also adopted such despicable means, obviously intending to make her have no place in the world, and even make her endure the lash of public opinion after her death.
For Lady Sheng, the Minister of Rites who had just become famous for her mastery of occult arts, it was a great pity that she failed to foresee her own disaster, not to mention that the people of the capital had witnessed her misery with their own eyes. All this was undoubtedly a public torture of her reputation.
Faced with such a situation, Sheng Junwei simply said: "If you have a problem with your head, you should seek medical advice instead of exposing your ignorance in broad daylight."
After saying this, she didn't even want to waste a glance, and strode towards Beijiao Street as fast as the wind.
Beijiao Street is located at the northernmost end of the capital and is given a not-so-glorious nickname - the slums.
The residents there struggle in the quagmire of life every day, and the hardships of life are written all over their faces.
Even though they live in this prosperous city, their living conditions are far less comfortable than those of the people in the villages outside the city.
People in the countryside at least still have land to survive, but the people here, if they lose their land and have no skills, they can only beg on the streets for a living.
"Junwei!" An anxious call came from behind. It was Pei Yu. His pace was so fast that he could barely keep up with Sheng Junwei's rhythm.
This makes people realize that those scholars who passed the imperial examinations were not necessarily weak and frail scholars who were powerless.
Meanwhile, Han Yue'er was almost biting her teeth off. During her short stay in Prince Jingxuan's Palace, she could not stand the cold stares from the servants.
So, she taught them the lesson they deserved with thunderous force.
How could she tolerate being looked down upon in the palace? She resolutely chose to leave, just to prove that the friendship between her and King Jingxuan was deep and transcended gender boundaries, and that she had no desire for the position of princess.
Meeting Pei Yu was purely an accident.
Han Yue'er thought that he would stay away from her because of the entanglement with the gold-digger, and she hesitated for several times whether she should forgive his indifference.
But when she saw Pei Yu's distraught look, as if bewitched by some magic, an inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart.
As a career elite from the 21st century, she is not only capable in business, but also adept at arousing people's hearts.
How could a mere gold-digger from the feudal era possibly make her bow down to him?
The pent-up anger in her chest was like a muffled thunder in a summer afternoon, which needed to be released urgently. She desperately wanted to find a way to prove her innocence to Pei Yu and make the groundless suspicion disappear.
She had to make Pei Yu understand that the friendship between her and King Jingxuan was as pure as ice and snow, and had nothing to do with romance. It was simply a deep friendship that transcended gender boundaries and was as strong as pine and cypress and could not be shaken.
"Pei Yu!" Han Yue'er's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and unwillingness. This shout was like an ice blade cutting through the sky, making people's hearts shudder.
When Pei Yu heard the voice, he paused involuntarily, his heart was filled with waves.
But just as he was in a trance, Sheng Junwei had quietly distanced herself from him, and her figure was getting farther and farther away.
There seemed to be a hint of pride deep in her heart, as if she was silently encouraging the continuation of this misunderstanding.
Let them struggle in the quagmire of emotions. As long as it doesn't hinder the goals they pursue, everything is under control.
Pei Yu looked at the receding figure and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt and uneasiness in his heart. This emotion was like an undercurrent that made him unable to calm down.
He turned around abruptly, looked Han Yue'er in the eyes firmly, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Now I have achieved some success. When my parents come back, I will ask them to allow you to enter the family. You should go home first and wait for good news."
After saying that, he no longer hesitated, took big steps, and resolutely chased after Sheng Junwei's figure, leaving Han Yue'er alone there with a look of surprise on her face.
"Unfaithful man! Treacherous woman!" Han Yue'er gritted her teeth, with an unyielding light flashing in her eyes.
She secretly vowed that she would tear off the woman's hypocritical mask with her own hands and let Pei Yu see all the sinisterness and unbearableness hidden behind it.
Sheng Junwei walked briskly and soon led the two to a dilapidated neighborhood.
Here, low houses are crowded, most of them lack courtyards. The few houses with courtyards have become a symbol of wealth in this area.