Volume One, Chapter Three: Could It Be a Misunderstanding?

Chu Hanliang had never been so embarrassed before, cornered by a group of servants demanding accountability, and only managed to escape after compensating one hundred silver dollars.

Yet, this was indeed his fault. Because the man’s figure bore some resemblance to his wife’s, he lost his composure in a moment of panic.

Sitting back in the old luxury car, Chu Hanliang was completely stunned.

Zhang Yong glanced at Chu Hanliang’s sullen face and sighed inwardly.

On the way, they had encountered the tailor’s carriage, and someone had recognized him and tattled to the young marshal. Suspecting something amiss with the owner of the old manor, the young marshal immediately ordered him to drive back, only to be chased out as a lecherous scoundrel. What a mess.

Qu Pan heard the commotion and opened the door, asking autumn chrysanthemum, who was sweeping in the corridor, what was happening. Autumn Chrysanthemum hurried over to find out and returned to report.

“That young marshal, for some reason, left and then came back, and he molested Sister Qiao. In the end, he compensated her with one hundred silver dollars.”

Qu Pan was stunned, and after a long moment, recovered and couldn’t help but laugh at Chu Hanliang’s pitiful predicament, being besieged by a group of servants.

But the laughter soon faded.

Qiao’er was similar in stature to her, so Chu Hanliang mistook Qiao’er for her?

Had he not humiliated her enough yet, and now confused Qiao’er for her to continue his lechery?

“You’re still laughing…” Autumn Chrysanthemum reproached, “Sister Qiao nearly fainted from crying.”

Qu Pan was not worried about Qiao’er; she knew well that Qiao’er was not crying because of being molested, but most likely terrified by Chu Hanliang’s savage fury.

“Go give Sister Qiao my calming medicine, and tell her she doesn’t have to come to serve for the next couple of days. Let her rest properly.”

Autumn Chrysanthemum asked curiously, “Miss, how do you know Sister Qiao was frightened?”

Qu Pan sneered coldly, “I can calculate.”

Especially when Chu Hanliang’s death would come.

Startled by Qu Pan’s fierce demeanor, Autumn Chrysanthemum stepped back and hurried away.

Watching her retreating figure, Qu Pan reflected that she had been too harsh lately.

Perhaps it was because the anniversary of her child’s death was drawing near.

If it weren’t for the fact that she had to personally execute her enemy in three days, she might have gone to Fuxian to pay respects to her poor child.

“Miss, bad news…”

Autumn Chrysanthemum returned, her face anxious.

“Master called and told us to move to the city immediately.”

Qu Pan frowned. “Why?”

“There’s a severe drought in southern China; many refugees have fled to eastern China. Feng City has already been overrun by refugees, many have died, and now they’re heading this way to Lan City.”

Qu Pan had never seen refugees before, but having read history, she knew desperation drove people to inhuman acts. She immediately ordered the servants to pack up as quickly as possible and move to the city.

Just as they finished packing, three cars and a truck sent by Qu Hanzhi arrived.

Qiao’er, who hadn’t changed clothes yet, was helped out and seated in a car.

Her face swollen from crying, Qiao’er regained consciousness when she saw Qu Pan and grabbed her as she was about to get into the car.

“Miss, when I was a child, I witnessed refugee riots. It’s not safe for you like this. You should change into servant’s clothes and ride in the truck. I’ll take the front car.”

“How can that be…” Qu Pan, armed and unafraid of rioting refugees, was only worried about protecting the more than ten servants following her.

Madam Liu and Autumn Chrysanthemum also urged her.

“If anything happens to Miss, how will we explain to Master? Qiao’er is right, please listen to us this once.”

Qu Pan thought the truck was at the rear of the convoy, so she could hold a gun and cover the rear, and agreed.

Changing into Qiao’er’s blue broad-sleeved short jacket and black lantern pants, with cloth shoes on her feet, Qu Pan leapt onto the truck.

The tailor’s carriage followed the convoy, speeding swiftly toward Lan City.

Halfway through, they encountered a crowd of at least a hundred people blocking the road, all ragged and fierce-eyed.

The drivers were veterans and had faced such situations often in these turbulent times. The lead car slowed and pulled aside to let them pass, while the truck rushed forward, charging into the crowd.

No bandit would truly risk life for money, so the crowd quickly parted to the sides. Once the truck passed, they immediately blocked the road again.

Qu Pan raised her gun and shot the leader in the crowd, a bullet exploding his skull.

Chaos erupted instantly, and the four blocked vehicles charged forward with full force.

Just as the car carrying Qiao’er sped through, a filthy, indistinct figure pulled open his coat, grabbed a bomb hidden inside, and tossed it under the car.

Boom!

The bomb exploded, sending the car flying. The fuel tank ignited on impact.

Soon, the entire vehicle was engulfed in flames.

Seeing the car, with Qiao’er and three others inside, consumed by fire, Qu Pan’s eyes burned with rage.

Madam Liu clung tightly to her, weeping and pleading,

“Miss, you can’t get out now. Whatever happens, wait until we’re inside the city.”

Qu Pan witnessed the whole incident and was certain the attack was meant to kill her. Yet, Qiao’er became the substitute victim.

“It’s all my fault for harming Qiao’er…”

Choking on her tears, Qu Pan couldn’t understand. She had returned secretly; her father’s side would never leak her whereabouts, and the old manor was full of trusted Qu family retainers. How could anyone pinpoint her so precisely to strike?

Qu Lan might have attacked her, but Qu Lan didn’t even know she was at the old manor.

Unless… Chu Hanliang?

Thinking of Chu Hanliang’s glance toward the window, could it be he had already seen her?

Chu Hanliang, you are truly merciless!

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