vstars Chapter 179 Hero saves beauty
Chapter 179 Hero saves beauty
Prince Murong Feng found an elegant teahouse and chose a good seat by the window. At that moment, sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, casting dappled light and shadow on the wooden table in front of him.
He looked relaxed, his slender fingers gently picking up the teacup. He first brought it close to his nose to inhale the rising aroma of the tea, and then slowly brought the tea to his lips. He took a small sip, and the rich flavor of the tea spread on his tongue. He couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, looking completely content.
After finishing his tea, he put down his teacup, looked out the window at the bustling street scene, and seemed to be in high spirits. He cleared his throat and recited a poem: "The fragrance of tea wafts around the pavilion, and the bustling city comes into view. Let us enjoy this moment and let the leisurely years be as we please."
As he recited poetry, his eyes revealed a touch of carefree ease, and his voice was clear and melodious. The rhythm of his poetry seemed to drift leisurely in the air of the teahouse along with the aroma of tea, fully displaying his leisurely and contented state, as if all the troubles of the world had nothing to do with him.
Ah Zhu, with a clever air about her, was standing quietly to the side. Perhaps feeling a little bored, she raised her hand to scratch her head, then leaned forward slightly, looking down at the bustling crowd below, curiously observing the lively scene on the street.
Suddenly, he noticed a group of slovenly thugs surrounding a woman, their expressions clearly hostile. Ah Zhu quickly took a closer look, and upon seeing her, his heart skipped a beat. The woman surrounded was none other than Shen Wanqing, whom he often saw at the restaurant.
Azhu immediately became anxious and hurriedly called out to Murong Feng, "Hey~ Your Highness, look there, isn't that..." But as soon as she spoke, whether from nervousness or anxiety, she suddenly stammered, her face turning red, and she couldn't finish her sentence for a long time.
Murong Feng was enjoying this rare moment of leisure when Azhu's interruption ruined his mood. He frowned, his face showing displeasure, and he scolded, "You dog servant, stop talking nonsense and disturbing my enjoyment!"
Ah Zhu was extremely anxious and didn't care about the prince's scolding. She stamped her feet in frustration and pointed downstairs, hurriedly saying, "No, Your Highness, look, isn't that Miss Shen from the restaurant!"
Murong Feng's previous annoyance vanished instantly. Upon hearing the words "Miss Shen," his eyes lit up as if he had been bewitched. He abruptly stood up, strode to the window, leaned forward, and looked down anxiously, his face full of worry and concern. His previous displeasure had long been forgotten.
Murong Feng stood by the window and looked down. He saw a group of thugs surrounding Shen Wanqing, their faces lewd and malicious, uttering vulgarities. One of the thugs even reached out and tried to pull at Shen Wanqing's clothes, his rough hand rubbing against her arm. Another thug leaned forward, trying to touch her face, making disgusting lewd noises. Shen Wanqing was shocked and frightened, struggling with her face flushed red, her eyes filled with humiliation and helplessness.
Upon seeing this, Murong Feng's face turned ashen with rage, his eyes seemed to blaze with fury, veins bulged on his forehead, his jaw clenched, and his hands unconsciously formed fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Without saying a word, he suddenly pushed off with his feet, using his lightness skill. Like a soaring eagle, he leaped gracefully and dashingly from the window, his clothes fluttering in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was heading towards the group of thugs.
Azhu watched in stunned silence. By the time he came to his senses, Murong Feng had already leaped down the stairs. He shouted anxiously, "Your Highness, wait for me!" As he shouted, he hurriedly ran towards the stairs, his steps quick and frantic. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, he quickly chased after Murong Feng in the direction he had gone, calling out "Your Highness" as he ran, afraid of losing him.
Shen Wanqing's face flushed red, her eyes filled with terror and anger. She struggled violently and shouted, "Let me go! You shameless scoundrels and filthy bastards! My elder brother is the Great General Protector of the Nation. If he knew about your outrageous behavior, he would never forgive you!"
Her voice trembled slightly, yet it also revealed an unyielding stubbornness. She stared intently at the group of thugs in front of her, as if trying to drive them away with her gaze.
The thugs didn't care at all. The leader sneered and said, "So what? You're such a beautiful girl, why don't you play with us? Don't be stubborn, or you'll regret it." He then raised an eyebrow at Shen Wanqing, his eyes filled with lewdness.
Shen Wanqing was both angry and scared. She shrank back and raised her voice, shouting, "You, you stay away! Help!"
The thugs grew even more arrogant, with their leader laughing wildly and shouting, "Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out! Hahaha, you won't escape our grasp today!"
Shen Wanqing was so angry that she trembled all over. Seeing how arrogant the other party was, she didn't care about anything else. She raised her hand and used all her strength to slap the leader of the thugs hard. The crisp sound of "smack" was particularly loud on the street.
The thug was stunned by the sudden slap, then came to his senses and became furious. His face turned red, his eyes widened, and he cursed, "You bitch, how dare you hit me! I'll teach you a lesson today!" As he spoke, he raised his hand high, his large, fan-like hand whistling through the air, ready to strike Shen Wanqing hard.
Just at this critical moment, Murong Feng arrived as swiftly as a gust of wind. He stepped forward and grabbed the thug's wrist tightly with immense force, as if he wanted to crush the man's bones.
Murong Feng's eyes widened in fury, his anger seemingly about to burst forth. He glared at the thug and gritted his teeth as he shouted, "How dare you harass a weak woman in broad daylight! What kind of man are you! You're a despicable and shameless scoundrel!"
The thug's wrist was gripped so tightly that he was in excruciating pain. His face contorted in agony, and he yelled repeatedly, "Who do you think you are? Let me go! Ahhh—it hurts! If you don't let go, you'll regret it!"
Murong Feng's grip remained firm, his eyes growing colder. He snorted and said, "Who I am is unimportant, but you are not allowed to bully girls. If you dare to lay a finger on her again today, I will make you regret ever being born!" As he spoke, he exuded a chilling aura.
A flicker of surprise and delight suddenly flashed in Shen Wanqing's eyes, which had been filled with terror. Her eyes widened, and she blurted out in disbelief, "Your Highness?!"
Upon hearing the word "Your Highness," the thugs instantly seemed to lose all their strength. Their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and their legs went weak, almost causing them to collapse to the ground.
The thug whose wrist was being tightly gripped by Murong Feng was so frightened that his lips trembled. He stammered, "Your...Your Highness?! You're Your Highness!" As he spoke, he struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with fear and pleading as he desperately begged Murong Feng, "Your Highness, I was blind and didn't recognize you! Please, please don't hold it against me! We really won't dare to do it again, we really won't dare to do it again! Your Highness, you are a magnanimous man, please forgive us this time!"
Seeing this, the other thugs also knelt down, bowing their heads low and frantically echoing, "Your Highness, we were wrong, we were wrong in every way, please forgive us, we apologize to this young lady!"
Murong Feng frowned, his eyes filled with disgust. He snorted coldly and shouted, "Hmph, apologize to this young lady!"
Upon hearing this, the thugs hurriedly moved closer to Shen Wanqing, kowtowing and pleading in trembling voices, "Miss, Miss, we were blinded by greed and offended you. Please forgive us this time, we really know we were wrong, please!" Their voices were filled with fear, and their faces were etched with apprehension and remorse, fearing that Shen Wanqing and Murong Feng would not let them off the hook.
Shen Wanqing was filled with resentment and anger, but seeing their disheveled appearance, she thought, "Why bother arguing? Besides, I'm fine." She sighed helplessly and glanced at Murong Feng, saying softly, "Your Highness, let it go. A lesson is enough. Let them go!"
Seeing their disheveled state, Murong Feng felt even more contemptuous. He suddenly exerted force, flinging the thug's wrist away, causing him to stumble and nearly fall. Murong Feng's face was cold and stern, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a knife. He warned sharply, "Get out of here now! If I see you committing any more misdeeds, I will not let you off easily!"
The thugs, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to their feet and fled in panic without looking back. Their hurried footsteps echoed along the street for a while before gradually fading away.