flstandardbreds Chapter 151 A Meticulously Planned Scheme, The Turmoil in Front of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion
Chapter 151 A Meticulously Planned Scheme, The Turmoil in Front of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion
Several guards immediately stepped forward with cold faces, ready to capture Li Wudao.
This scene nearly scared Sun Qian half to death, causing her delicate body to tremble involuntarily.
While others were unaware of Li Wudao's identity and strength, how could she not know?
Even if the other party had only made a few disparaging remarks about the Second Prince, or had even crippled him in public, the Emperor of Great Yu would most likely still praise Li Wudao for his brilliant performance once he learned the reason.
If a fight really breaks out later, based on her understanding of Li Wudao, the latter will most likely not let her off easily.
Thinking of this, she immediately disregarded her inner unease, took Li Sheng's arm, and spoke with a hint of pleading:
"Your Highness, how about we call it quits? After all, this is in front of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion. If things get out of hand, it won't have a good impact."
Li Sheng frowned slightly, his scrutinizing gaze lingering on Li Wudao for a moment.
After a moment's thought, he subtly shifted his gaze, smiled faintly, patted Sun Qian's slender hand, and said:
"Anyway, it's not a big deal. Since Miss Sun has spoken up, let's just let it go."
With that, he regained his gentle and refined demeanor, and smiled as he bid farewell to everyone: "Please continue your conversation, everyone. I must take my leave now."
Everyone was deeply moved as they watched the Second Prince's elegant and humble figure disappear into the distance.
"His Highness's magnanimity is indeed as broad as the rumors say!"
"Yes, if such dismissive words were spoken to me, I would definitely not tolerate it!"
"If only His Highness the Second Prince could become the Crown Prince, with such a virtuous and humble ruler, how could our Great Yu Dynasty not prosper?"
"Shh! It's best to avoid saying such treasonous things, or you'll lose your head!"
"........."
Meng Yan secretly regretted that if the Second Prince had been willing to take action, he could at least have found out Li Wudao's strength, so why would he have gone through all this trouble?
Immediately, an idea struck him, and he whispered something in Miao Lun's ear, "Young Master Miao, what you're about to do..."
Hearing the praises from the crowd, the green-haired turtle couldn't help but whisper:
"Young man, this so-called Second Prince is quite shrewd. He doesn't even flinch at such contempt, and he's won people over with just a few words. He's not simple."
Li Wudao nodded slightly: "You do have some ability."
I just hope they won't cause him any trouble later, otherwise he wouldn't mind killing them without a second thought.
He lifted his foot, preparing to walk towards the door.
"Kid, did I say you could leave?!"
Suddenly, Miao Lun rolled up his sleeves, walked over with a sneer, and said:
"His Highness the Second Prince is mild-mannered and won't hold it against you, but I don't have such a good temper. If you know what's good for you, kneel down and beg for mercy from my brother right now, and perhaps I might..."
Hearing this, Li Wudao couldn't help but give him a look of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities, and interrupted, "Have you lost your mind? Have you ever thought about why Meng Yan hasn't dared to retaliate after I beat him?"
Miao Lun was stunned, his face pale and emaciated, and he subconsciously asked, "Why?"
Li Wudao was completely speechless. "Because you're stupid enough."
Anyone with a brain wouldn't be completely brainless.
It's easy to understand if you think about it for a moment: a guy who can be alive and kicking for days after injuring the son of the Marquis of Zhennan must have some unknown methods.
He's the opposite; he's easily manipulated and used as a pawn after just a little encouragement from others. He's utterly hopelessly stupid.
Miao Lun froze for a moment, then became inexplicably agitated, his eyes turning bloodshot as if he had suffered an unspeakable humiliation.
"Damn it, you dare to curse me? Even my dad has never cursed me!"
He roared and charged forward with clenched fists, disregarding everything else.
Seeing this, Li Wudao frowned slightly.
He rarely uses the term "cerebral palsy" to describe a person, unless he encounters a creature whose intelligence has been reduced to an incomprehensible level.
"Cousin, be careful..."
Li Nanzhi gasped softly involuntarily.
Meng Yan stood there, a smug smirk playing on his lips, arms crossed, waiting to see the show.
Just as Miao Lun's fist was about to reach Li Wudao,
"Bang" sound.
Before anyone could react, Miao Lun coughed up blood and flew backward, accidentally knocking over the signboard of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion.
Miao Lun, pinned beneath the signboard, his forehead stained with blood, his face pale with rage, roared, "Even my father never hit me, how dare you...!"
Before the threatening words could be uttered, Li Wudao's cold and piercing voice rang out.
"If you make another sound, I won't hesitate to kill you right now. You can try if you don't believe me."
He realized that the guy in front of him probably had an intellectual disability; to be honest, killing him himself would dirty his hands.
Seeing Li Wudao's cold gaze, Miao Lun immediately fell silent. After struggling for a long time, he got up, not daring to say another harsh word, and left in a disheveled state.
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone reacted differently, some with genuine joy, others with worry and regret.
Miao Lun and Meng Yan were both notorious scoundrels in the capital, who bullied and tyrannized the market all day long, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Almost everyone hated them.
But he was, after all, the son of the Minister of War, a man of noble status, and not someone an ordinary person could afford to offend.
Not far away, Meng Yan almost burst out laughing, feeling incredibly relieved.
"Father's methods are truly excellent. I never expected that fool Miao Lun would fall for it so easily. Haha... This time, that brat Li Wudao is in for a rough time!"
He sighed inwardly, feeling a surge of admiration.
As early as yesterday, his father, the Marquis of Zhennan, learned through special means that Li Wudao would participate in the Yubaoge auction, so he made some preparations in advance.
Including inviting Miao Lun to accompany him, actively provoking Li Wudao, intentionally instigating, and fanning the flames, all of these were his father's intentions.
In short, this was a premeditated scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife!
"Who knocked over this plaque? Step forward!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face walked out of the entrance of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion.
He rushed over after hearing what sounded like fighting, only to find the signboard at the entrance smashed on the ground.
Today is especially important as it is the most important day for the Imperial Treasure Pavilion in more than ten years. Many powerful and influential figures have arrived here, and the higher-ups have specifically instructed that there must be no mistakes.
However, today even the signboard at the entrance was smashed and stained with blood. How could he not be furious?
"broken........"
Li Nanzhi's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.
"I almost forgot about this part! It's truly a blessing from heaven, haha!"
Meng Yan felt a surge of joy, then pointed at Li Wudao and said loudly, "Sir, it was this person who broke it!"
In an instant, the middle-aged deacon's cold gaze locked onto Li Wudao.
He suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth, "Kid, do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?"
Despite the murderous look on his face, Li Wudao remained calm and casually said:
"It's just a plaque, how much trouble could it cause? Name your price for compensation, why make a mountain out of a molehill?"
"Making a mountain out of a molehill?"
The middle-aged deacon froze for a moment, then laughed angrily:
"Young man, this is no ordinary plaque. This is the plaque of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion, and it was personally inscribed by one of the elders of the pavilion. It's worth a fortune... Can you afford to pay for it?!"