The Empress' Livestream

Chapter 188 - People from the Meng’s (?)

Chapter 188: People from the Meng’s (?)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Those who flopped onto the ground were lucky enough to escape from death, while those with bad luck were trampled under horses hooves. Among them, a middle-aged woman was trampled over on her left breast, which dented after the sound of cracking bone. Blood rushed out from from her mouth and she was dead.

The gate guards found the riot in the team, so they went forward to suppress as best they could. However, one man out of about twenty or thirty strong-armed men with knives sat on a horse and took out a token from his waist area.

“We’re doing the Meng’s business, who dares to stop us? Let us pass!”

Hey, here came the bad temper.

The guards had seen many arrogant people, but they had never seen anyone who dared to say their real name after trampling people to death. Even if they were royal people, they still had to mind their behavior. Why were they so arrogant and rude? They were shameless.

“Stop! Stop them all!” The lead guard was unhappy about the death of several people that had happened so early in the morning. If he just let the murderers leave, his position of being an inferior officer would be lost at one accusation.

“I have never heard of anyone whose last is Meng in Hejian County. Arrest them!”

However, before the gate guards got any closer, the man who had just trampled the woman to death whipped at one of the guards and smashed his eyeballs.

“We are the people of the Meng’s from Meng County. Are you blind or something?!”

The Meng’s? The same Meng that was regarded as the real emperor of Cang Prefecture in Dongqing Dynasty?

The lead guard made a swift shift of his facial expression, then he finally squeezed out a smile.

“Oh, oh. I know that. I was too ignorant to know as to why you honorable people would come here!”

Breaking through the county gate due to a little disagreement and trampling people to death... Did they see Hejian County as their Cang Prefecture?!

“Cut it out! Let us in. Otherwise, you’ll be dead for wasting our time!”

With a whip in the air, the gate guards were forced to step back, and a group of them went forward directly.

Above the city gate, the soldiers had already strung their bows and were waiting for a command.

The lead guard was stone-faced and signed for them not to shoot.

If they are really the people of the Meng’s, it would cause trouble if they hurt them. If they are not, they wouldn’t have acted so arrogantly in a place like Hejian County! However, it is still necessary to send people to follow them. Who knows what they are going to do?

The lead guard faced the people that had fallen in the pool of blood and heard the mourning and crying. He clenched his fist and resentfully thumped on the wall. “Report this to the county chief first! Then send the wounded to the clinic. Record everyone’s losses and the names of the dead... And send the records to the county chief to let him decide how to deal with it... The Meng’s of Cang Prefecture... They’ve pushed it too far!”

It was early in the morning, but crying and mourning could be heard everywhere outside the county gate.

Then came another scene.

The violent group of people directly proceeded in the streets on their horses after entering the county. Fortunately, the open market had not started. There were not many people out in the streets, and the people passing by occasionally could dodge them easily.

“Do you know where the Fulai Gambling House is?”

The leading man of the group stopped in front of a passenger who had been awake for the whole night. The horse’s hoofs rose very high and almost landed on the passenger, which scared all his sleepiness away. It felt like he had just shaken hands with the death. Cold sweat wet his back and dripped down it like water drops.

“I––I––I... know...”

At the threat of the horse’s hoofs, the passenger thudded to the ground on his butt. He was the gambler who had gambled the whole night in the Fulai Gambling House. At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his face yellow, his lips pale, and his eye circles dark. From a long distance, he looked more like he was floating in the air rather than walking.

“You know? Great! Lead us there, or you need to face our whips.” The leader was delighted, and the strong men after him all looked relieved.

They had never expected such a good luck. The first person they met happened to know the location of the Fulai Gambling House.

Thinking of the long-lost Meng Liang, everyone could not help but feel distraught.

Originally, they had not been willing to escort Meng Liang to the capital of the country in order to stay away from trouble. After all, Meng Liang’s bed temper was well known. Besides, he was a prodigal. Once he met a person, man, or woman, beautiful or ugly, the person would never escape from his claws.

The lucky ones would survive, but the unlucky ones would be tortured until they were dead! Many elders of the Meng clan felt unsatisfied with the master’s desire to make him the successor.

The Meng Family had been glorious. If it was given to a prodigal like Meng Liang, its glory would definitely ruin.

With limited abilities, could he prop the family clan up?

In contrast, the first Langjun who enjoyed a lesser sense of existence was much more supported by the people. Nevertheless, he had gone to the capital of the country for further education and he did not even come back once a year. He was almost completely disconnected from the Meng’s subordinates, and he didn’t even send letters to his family.

Thinking about that, everyone understood Meng Zhan’s will a bit. A son who had no connections with him was less pleasing than a smooth-tongued, filial one like Meng Liang.

However, it was strange to say that two sons born by the same mother drastically differentiated in personal qualities. The second langjun was a futureless prodigal, while the first langjun was highly cultured and steeped in propriety. It was said that he had won a good reputation in the capital and he would get a good score on this year’s examination.

The leader withdrew his random thoughts, then told the gambler to lead the way. That gambler had no other choice but to do as he required.

The knife hung over his belt was real. The whip rolled on his hand was soaked with dripping blood. He didn’t want to ask for death.

“Right here?”

After several turns, the group of people stopped in front of a gambling house. The noise in the house could be clearly heard.

“Yes, yes... this is the only gambling house called Fulai... Well, your lord, can I go now?” If he led the way for the others, he might be tipped. For this leader, however, he was just lucky to still being alive.

After the gambler got the permission, he immediately turned around and ran away as if he was being chased by an evil ghost.

“Pooh, coward!” Several servants that were following on horses sneered at the funny expressions and movements of fear.

“Shut up. Find the Langjun.” The leader yelled at them, then got off from the horse, opened the portiere, and walked into the gambling house with his knife.

About twenty or thirty strong-armed, tall, and burly men, rushed into the house equipped with knives. As soon as they entered the gambling lobby, the entire space became narrower than it had been.

A sharp-eyed waiter in the gambling house noticed them first. He was shocked, for he knew they were not there for fun based on their outfits and aura... Are they here for trouble? The waiter felt cold sweat oozing from his back. He walked forward to welcome them with a reluctant smile.

“Cut off this sh*t! I ask you––did you catch a young man several days ago?”

The waiter’s face suddenly turned stiff. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

He replied vaguely, “My dear guests, our gambling house is run by laws. We don’t do illegal business, nor do we capture anyone.”