The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1938

Chapter 1938: Chapter 965: Raising the Twins (Extra) Part 3

The older nanny was the first to speak, and everyone gathered around to see what was wrong with the young master.

Zhao Yu was immediately blocked outside.

This time, no matter how he fanned, he couldn’t reach them.

However, as the saying goes, heaven never bars one’s way. He inadvertently discovered a perfect opportunity to commit the crime.

The cradle was placed in the Pavilion, the floor was hard, and below it were steps.

As long as he tripped the nanny in front of him, she would fall onto the cradle, sending the dragon and phoenix twins inside tumbling out. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The children’s heads were heavy, and if they fell, it would definitely be headfirst. If he was lucky, they might even roll down the steps, which would undoubtedly be fatal.

He resolutely stretched out his foot.

The nanny indeed didn’t see it and tripped, knocking over the cradle on the spot.

"Ah—young master—" she screamed in horror!

Zhao Yu smirked triumphantly.

But just as he was about to watch the two children crash to their deaths, something unexpected happened—the moment they were about to hit the ground, they disappeared without a trace!

Zhao Yu was as if he had seen a ghost; his spirit left him, and he fell to the ground with a thud!

...

In a deserted alley at the east suburbs of the Imperial City, Liao Chen, who had been pursued for three days and nights, finally couldn’t endure any longer. He stopped in his tracks, deciding to have a life-and-death duel with the opponent.

In a gray and white monk’s robe, he stood facing the wind under the moonlight, his wide sleeves and robe hem billowing in the night breeze.

Clearly a Monk, yet with an excessively delicate face, a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes, as if drunk on the nectar of a peach forest stretching ten miles.

Who wouldn’t call out, where did this demonic monk come from, upon seeing this face?

But the teardrop mole beneath his right eye inexplicably added a few shades of loneliness and mystery.

He curled the corner of his lips slightly, sneeringly saying, "Taoist priest, I’ve tolerated you for a long time. Do you really think I, the poor Monk, cannot defeat you?"

The Taoist priest Qing Feng, clad in a blue Taoist robe, with black hair bound atop his head by a wooden hairpin, exuded an ethereal aura.

He said coldly, "I didn’t tell you to hold back!"

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