Chapter 101: Mengmeng, the Scheme to Sow Discord

Chu Junhan raised a finger to his lips, then asked in a faint, barely audible voice, “Well? Did you get it?”

“I did.” Fang Meng nodded, drew two blueprints from the sleeve pocket hidden in her robes, and gave a mysterious smile. “Just now, Yinuo even gave me a bank draft for a million taels of silver and told me to hand it to the man at the city gate. What do you think? Let’s run!”

Chu Junhan took the draft and laughed with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Yinuo has you delivering the money? Looks like he means to use a beauty trap.”

As soon as he finished, he glanced toward the city gate. The men of his third brother were still standing there. The child gave a soft sigh and said calmly, “There are people at the gate now. I’m small, so slipping away won’t be hard. But you—” He looked the girl over from head to toe without any pretense.

Fang Meng’s brows drew together slightly. She opened her hands a little and replied in a firm man’s voice, “My lord, is there something wrong with me?”

“You’re dressed so flamboyantly. Climbing over the wall is out of the question. We—” Before Chu Junhan could finish, Fang Meng had already turned to leave.

“Come back! Where are you going?”

Fang Meng turned around, looking baffled. “Didn’t my lord say I was dressed too flashily? I’m going to find something plain to wear so we can make our escape!”

Chu Junhan was so exasperated he stamped his foot, yet he dared not speak loudly. He could only hiss in a low voice, “Escape what? With your long legs and long arms, changing clothes won’t help. Just listen to me finish!”

The girl smiled sweetly and curtsied slightly. “Please go on, young master.”

“Ahem...” Faced with that celestial beauty, the child actually went a little dazed. He drew the girl closer and whispered, “See the man at the gate?”

“Mm-hm.” Fang Meng copied Chu Junhan’s sly expression, stole another glance, then turned back to listen seriously.

The child leaned nearer and murmured in her ear, “Let’s turn them against each other. I’ll make a diversion, and while they’re distracted, you take the chance to escape. How about that?”

Fang Meng was an intelligent woman; she understood at once. She answered, handed the siege maps and the rest to the child, then lifted her skirt and walked forward, graceful as a startled swallow in flight.

The man at the gate had waited and waited without seeing Yinuo, and his temper was growing impatient. When he saw a smiling young woman approaching, he frowned slightly and instinctively stepped back.

Chu Junhan followed behind Fang Meng, sneaking along with his heart in his throat.

“Take me hostage!” Fang Meng said with a smile, looking at the man. Her voice was gentle, but her words were shocking.

The man’s expression changed at once. His brows twisted into a knot, and he stepped back again, taking up a guarded stance. He forced a smile and said, “Miss, you must be joking. I have never bullied a helpless woman.”

Fang Meng still smiled sweetly. A sharp blade appeared in her hand, and in three strides she was before the man.

Before he could even react, he only felt his hand seized. Inwardly he could not help admiring her: What astonishing lightness skill!

Fang Meng’s lips curved faintly. The knife was already in the man’s hand, pressed against her own throat, while his wrist was firmly locked against her shoulder.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Chu Junhan grinned, then darted away in a few nimble bounds, evading the city guards and vaulting clear over the wall with remarkable agility.

The moment he landed, he heard cries for help coming from the gate.

“Little master, that’s Mengmeng’s voice.” Yingdie had already drawn her short blade and was about to rush out.

Chu Junhan pressed her back down, his eyes smiling into crescents. “No rush, no rush. Let’s just watch the show.”

“Huh?” Yingdie looked toward the gate in confusion, only to see a dark, tightly packed mass of soldiers surging around it, led by a burly man with dreadlocks.