Medical Consort, the Prince is Pretending to be Dumb Again Chapter 606: Is Master Overdoing the Fool Act

Chapter 606 - 606: Is Master Overdoing the Fool Act

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“Someone is attacking the prisoner carriage!”

“Oh my G.o.d! They’re all carrying big knives and swords, fighting with the officials!”

The common people scattered, even though the prisoner carriage had reached the other side of the street, the fleeing crowd moved towards Fusheng Pavilion.

Upon hearing this, Liu s.h.i.+mei became anxious and quickly stepped out of the threshold.

Changge was afraid she would rush out, so he immediately followed and held her back, saying, “Eldest Young Miss, you must not go out!”

“But Lingyao and Mo’er…” Liu s.h.i.+mei couldn’t help but feel distressed.

Just when she thought about Du Gong having a master behind him, someone came to attack the prisoner carriage with flas.h.i.+ng knives and swords. What if something happened to Huangfu Lingyao and Mo’er?

Furthermore, even if they were lucky enough not to be harmed in this chaos, she was also afraid of the stampede that might occur in the crowded streets.

“Eldest Miss, whether it’s w.a.n.gye or Mo’er, they are both clever and resourceful. Nothing will happen to them,” Changge said, trying to keep Liu s.h.i.+mei from going out.

Xu Xian also chimed in, “That’s right, Eldest Young Miss. You don’t have any martial arts skills. The streets are chaotic and crowded; where would you even go to find Second Prince? If they’re fine now, they might end up looking for you if you rush out.”

Liu s.h.i.+mei frowned.

While she hesitated, Zhong Lang suddenly descended from the roof and said, “Miss Changge, you protect Eldest Young Miss Liu. I’ll go find King Dun Yu and Mo’er.”

With that, he swiftly leaped into the air and moved through the chaotic crowd, searching for them.

Seeing Zhong Lang leave, Liu s.h.i.+mei finally felt a bit rea.s.sured, but she still said anxiously, “I hope they’ll be safe.”

Changge, who had only recently arrived, had witnessed Huangfu Lingyao’s affection for his master, but he still couldn’t quite understand why Liu s.h.i.+mei would love a fool so dearly.

Of course, Changge did not disrespect Huangfu Lingyao; she simply couldn’t comprehend his actions.

Now, Huangfu Lingyao charged into the crowd, pelting the prisoner’s cart with foul-smelling eggs.

Although his martial arts were suppressed during the daylight hours, his aim remained sharp. He threw one rotten egg after another, each hitting Du Gong square on the forehead with uncanny precision.

He threw them so rapidly that in no time, over twenty eggs were gone. Huangfu Lingyao furrowed his brow and glanced at the shops behind him.

Li Xin, who had been secretly tailing to protect him from upstairs, came down. He quietly approached Huangfu Lingyao, exchanged the empty basket in his master’s hands for a full one.

Huangfu Lingyao grabbed an egg from inside and continued his onslaught!

Smack!

One egg thrown didn’t burst open, instead, it bounced back like hailstones, leaving a large bruise on Du Gong’s forehead!

Huangfu Lingyao threw the second, the third… one after another!

“Stop l.u.s.ting after Wife!”

“Stop envying Wife!”

“Stop…”

He mumbled to himself, feeling immensely satisfied.

Why did all the eggs he threw hit Du Gong so accurately? Well, that was because these eggs were specially prepared!

He had instructed Li Xin to store them in the ice cellar of the Yong’an Inn, freezing the eggs rock solid. They were meant for today’s use!

This basket of eggs had been taken out a while ago in antic.i.p.ation of the prisoner’s cart. The sh.e.l.ls had started to thaw a bit, but the insides remained frozen.

Therefore, they not only made a mess when they hit, but also caused Du Gong excruciating pain!

Li Xin quietly stepped back, his face incredulous, thinking, ‘Is my master overdoing the fool act? Is there anything he wouldn’t do?’

Just then, he sensed an unusual disturbance in the air and quickly turned to look!

Sure enough, he saw seven or eight masked men descending from all directions, their target—the prisoner’s cart!

“Your Highness!”