I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 341 How Ungrateful!

Holy crap! When did I unlock the "jinx" skill?!

Chu Liuzheng was so shocked that his eyes widened. Just as he was about to dodge to the side, a strong arm suddenly grabbed his lower back, and everything went blurry before his eyes.

My nose bumped into a fleshy wall that was both hard and soft, accompanied by a slight soreness, and a faint sandalwood scent filled my nostrils.

[Hiss—Are Chenxing's breasts really that hard?]

The thought had barely crossed Chu Liuzheng's mind when a loud "bang" suddenly rang in his ears, like the sound of a carriage overturning, followed by several screams from the crowd.

"Master!"

"Sister Liu Zheng!"

It was the sound of Chenxing.

Wait! The one who called her was Chen Xing, so who is this person holding her?
Chu Liuzheng opened his eyes and stared at the fabric he had crumpled in front of him. The color and pattern were all too familiar.

[Holy crap! It's a tyrant!]

Her eyes widened, and she bounced back like a fish that had accidentally jumped ashore.

The arm around his waist tightened instantly. Xiao Jingfan looked away from the overturned carriage, frowned, and glanced at his chest: "Don't move."

Could there be an assassin?

Chu Liuzheng froze instantly, turning his head to look around warily.

The area was surrounded by guards. Through the gaps, one could see the overturned carriage lying not far away, its wheels still turning, the carriage itself broken into pieces, with wood chips scattered everywhere.

The horse pulling the cart fell silently to the ground, already dead.

The coachman, still shaken, stood beside a girl whose face was veiled by a light gauze, wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve and bowing repeatedly to thank Lü Fei.

Nearby, Chen Xing and Zhou Yuande stood outside the guard circle, staring intently at this side.

Chu Liuzheng wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the eyes of these two were shining brightly, as if they had light bulbs inside them.

There were no assassins.

Chu Liuzheng was puzzled. Why couldn't he move if there were no assassins?

She looked up at Xiao Jingfan and called out in confusion, "Young Master?"

Could you please be a little clearer about what you want to do? That way, I can better cooperate.

Cooperate?

Xiao Jingfan's eyes flickered slightly; it was a good suggestion.

The hands around her lower back not only didn't loosen, but tightened even more, the warmth from her palms seeming to stick directly to her skin through the thin spring shirt, impossible to ignore.

Chu Liuzheng felt something was off, so she gently pushed Xiao Jingfan's chest away with the hand she had placed on it.

"Stand firm." Xiao Jingfan released his hand without hesitation, his expression the same as usual, as if he had just helped out casually.

"Thank you, young master." As the large hand withdrew, the strange feeling in Chu Liuzheng's heart also faded away, and he felt that the big boss was actually a pretty good person.

The carriage went out of control suddenly. If Xiao Jingfan hadn't come to her rescue, given where she was standing, even if she had managed to dodge, she would probably have been injured.

"Sister!" Chen Xing ran over and grabbed Chu Liuzheng, checking her over from head to toe. "You were on the outermost side, did you bump into anything?"

"It's nothing." Apart from a slight heat in her lower back, Chu Liuzheng didn't feel any discomfort.

[The Tyrant's palms are slightly warm, probably because he hasn't eaten or slept well these past few days of traveling, and he's also worried about the Grand Tutor and Prince Rui, so he's a bit feverish. I wonder if Doctor Feng has sobered up yet? Could you take the Tyrant's pulse?]

She was secretly pondering to herself, unaware that Xiao Jingfan suddenly glanced at her.

"I tried to pull my sister just now, but Young Master was faster than me." Chen Xing said as she smoothed out the wrinkles on Chu Liuzheng's clothes at the waist, pouting slightly like a child who hadn't gotten any candy.

“Young Master is closer to me.” Chu Liuzheng comforted the girl while looking for the sugar-coated glutinous rice cake he hadn’t eaten. “You were buying fried skewers just now, so it’s normal that you were a little slow to react. Don’t worry about it.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing blinked and stared at Chu Liuzheng.

Chu Liuzheng: ? "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Chen Xing shook her head, stealing a glance at Xiao Jingfan, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Hehe, this is going to be interesting!

"Make way, make way! Don't block the way!" A girl in a pink dress led a group of servants dressed in blue short jackets, pushing through the crowd of onlookers, and ran towards the veiled girl.

"Sister!" The girl in the pink dress hugged the veiled girl. "I didn't see you when I came out of the shop. I heard that the carriage had gone out of control, so I rushed here with people. Luckily, you're alright."

"Thanks to this righteous man for saving us." The veiled girl looked at Lü Fei, and the girl in the pink dress also looked over, tilting her head slightly: "Did you save my sister?"

The situation was critical just now. It was indeed Lü Fei who killed the horse with a single palm strike, and also saved the masked girl who was thrown out of the carriage.

He nodded and turned to leave.

"Please wait, sir," the veiled girl said. "I have not yet thanked you for saving me. May I ask your name?"

"It was nothing." Lü Fei simply waved his hand behind him and ignored the two sisters. He strode up to Xiao Jingfan, bowed, and reported, "Young Master, there's something wrong with that horse."

The horse's eyes were red, clearly indicating it had been given a stimulant and couldn't be calmed down; otherwise, he wouldn't have simply killed the horse with a single blow.

Xiao Jingfan glanced at the two sisters, then at the surrounding crowd, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. He said to the crowd, "Back to the inn."

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately beckoned to Chu Liuzheng: "Follow me."

His words seemed warmer than usual.
"Oh, okay." Chu Liuzheng didn't care about the two pieces of sugar-coated cakes he had lost, and hurriedly pulled Chen Xing to follow.

Zhou Yuande followed behind, recalling the scene just now, and felt so gratified that he wanted to wipe away tears.

Finally, finally there's progress!

He knew he hadn't misjudged!
The guards followed closely behind, keeping a close watch on their surroundings.

But before they had gone far, they heard a shout from behind: "Fellow righteous men, please wait!"

A tall, burly servant caught up with them.

Xiao Jingfan stopped in his tracks.

As soon as he stopped, everyone stopped as well and turned to look at the servant.

The servants, with smiles on their faces, presented a stack of silver notes to Xiao Jingfan, who was clearly the center of attention: "We are from the Huang family. This five hundred taels is a thank-you gift from my young lady. Please accept it, sir."

[It was clearly Lord Lü who saved the person; if anyone should be thanked, it should be Lord Lü. Why give the tyrant silver notes?]

Chu Liuzheng blinked, somewhat confused about the logic behind the Huang family's young lady's thanks.

Could it be that the veiled young lady from the Huang family believed that it was Lord Lü, sent by the tyrant, who saved her, and therefore attributed the life-saving favor to the tyrant?

Xiao Jingfan glanced at her and said to the servant, "No need."

The servant's smile froze; he clearly hadn't expected Xiao Jingfan to refuse so decisively—that was five hundred taels of silver!

"The kindness of being saved cannot be taken lightly. This is a token of my young lady's goodwill; please accept it." The servant composed himself, handed the silver note forward, determined to give it away.

This time, Xiao Jingfan didn't say a word and turned to leave.

Chu Liuzheng and the others hurriedly followed.

The group ignored the servant and left him behind.

Servant: "..."

His face turned pale and then flushed; he never expected that someone would actually refuse money that was offered to them.

It wasn't just one or two taels; he gave us a full five hundred taels.

He didn't even glance at it. Just who is this young master wearing a fox mask?
Seeing that everyone had gone far away, the servant had no choice but to take the silver notes and go back to report.

Failing to complete the task naturally resulted in a good scolding.

"How ungrateful!" The woman in the pink dress stomped her foot angrily and glared at the servant. "Useless!"