The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 19 Awkward Temperament
Liu Tong clutched his injured arm, staring in astonishment at the squad leader who was pointing a knife at him. "Why?"

"It's all because you know too much!" The squad leader's eyes were fierce as he swung his sword at him again.

"Ugh!" The sharp blade sliced ​​open a long, bloody gash in Liu Tong's stomach, causing him to recoil in pain and turn to run away.

Xie Zhiqiang appeared behind him without him noticing and kicked him, sending him crashing into the prison van.

The prison cart swayed, and Lu Chengjing opened his eyes. A bright red bead of blood fell from his long eyelashes.

"Xie Zhiqiang, I treated you like my best brother, and you actually tried to harm me!" Liu Tong stood up, gripping the prison cart, and questioned him angrily in disbelief.

Xie Zhiqiang scoffed, "Brother? When you were appreciated and promoted by Lord Li, why didn't you think of me as your brother? All that talk about sharing joys and sorrows is a lie!"

“It’s not fake,” Liu Tong explained. “Lord Li has already promised me that he will transfer you to his side in a couple of days so that you can be his right-hand man.”

"Hypocrite!" Xie Zhiqiang sneered, drawing his knife and stabbing at Liu Tong.

He didn't need Liu Tong's feigned kindness. As long as he killed Liu Tong, Lord Tian would promote him to head constable and he would also receive two hundred taels of silver.

His luck is yet to come!

A surge of fervor welled up in Xie Zhiqiang's heart, and he slashed faster and faster with his knife. Liu Tong could only draw his knife to barely defend himself, and blood was drawn from all over his body.

While the two were fighting, the head guard opened the prison cart with a knife and dragged Lu Chengjing out.

Lu Chengjing fell heavily to the ground. Under the heavy shackles, the pain that had already made his body numb suddenly intensified, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He coughed repeatedly, his thin back heaving as if he were coughing up his lungs.

The foreman grabbed him, took out a key, and unlocked the shackles on his body.

"Cough cough cough..." With his shoulders and neck relaxed, Lu Chengjing gradually calmed down and his coughing subsided.

Just as he was about to get up, a foot wearing a soap boot stomped hard on his shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground, his face buried in the dirt, almost suffocating.

Almost instinctively, Lu Chengjing struggled violently.

Just when he thought he was going to suffocate in the ground, he was suddenly pulled up and punched in the stomach.

He immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and his vision went black.

The squad leader grabbed Lu Chengjing by the hair and pulled him up. When he found that Lu Chengjing had already fainted, he put him down with satisfaction and turned to look at Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang.

Liu Tong was almost covered in blood, and he was only able to stand up because of his hatred.

"boom!"

Xie Zhiqiang knocked the official knife out of Liu Tong's hand and plunged it into his abdomen. The silver-white blade was instantly stained red, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.

Xie Zhiqiang pulled back forcefully, and Liu Tong coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.

Xie Zhiqiang kicked Liu Tong, and seeing that his chest was still heaving, he said to the squad leader, "Alright, take that kid away—get out of the way!"

He cried out and ran towards the squad leader, but it was too late.

A knife pierced through his chest. The squad leader only had time to look down once before he died with his eyes wide open.

Lu Chengjing's face was covered in ash and mud, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like a hungry leopard lurking in the dead of night.

He gasped for breath, staggering as he forcefully pulled the knife out. Bright red blood splattered on his body and face, but he laughed heartily, his eyes filled with a terrifying madness.

A small white porcelain bottle rolled halfway around his feet.

Lu Chengjing immediately bent down to pick it up, carefully wiped the mud off the porcelain bottle with his blood-stained sleeve, and then carefully hid it in his bosom.

Xie Zhiqiang was so shocked that he forgot to react.

Is this still the same Lu Sanlang, who was like a banished immortal, gentle and refined?
The thing in front of him was a demon that had crawled out of hell.

A chill ran through Xie Zhiqiang's body, and he couldn't help but shiver. His face then darkened.

He was merely a scholar, weak and ill, yet he trembled with fear. His grip on the official's knife tightened, and Xie Zhiqiang, on high alert, charged towards Lu Chengjing.

Lu Chengjing drew his sword to meet him.

But he was already at his limit, and his outburst just now was only due to the elixir in the small porcelain bottle.

He had been waiting for his chance ever since the three men escorted him out of the cell.

He pretended to faint. The squad leader had his back to him and was focused on the fight between Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang, so he was completely unprepared for him. He knew then that his chance had come.

The water in the porcelain bottle was colorless and tasteless, but drinking it could increase his strength for a short period of time and reduce the pain in his body.

Picking up the knife, killing the person, drawing the knife—all in one swift motion.

He thought his hand would tremble, but it didn't; it was as steady as when he was writing or drawing.

He thought he would feel guilty, but he didn't. His heart was as calm as a mirror, without a ripple.

Perhaps his mother was right; he really was a monster.

Monsters shouldn't be cared for, shouldn't be loved, and shouldn't even be born into this world.

Now it's all over.

His slender hands could no longer grip the blood-stained official's knife. Lu Chengjing closed his eyes, awaiting his fate.

Xie Zhiqiang had several wounds on his body and was extremely angry.

He was clearly a scholar, yet I managed to hurt him so badly!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

His eyes turned red as he viciously slashed at Lu Chengjing's neck with his knife.

Suddenly, a green figure appeared between the two like a ghost, grasped the long sword, and with a gentle twist, the steel sword shattered into a pile of useless fragments.

Xie Zhiqiang stared in astonishment, breaking the blade with his bare hands. What kind of monster was this woman?

Before he could come up with an answer, Shang Wan coldly slapped him on the head, knocking him unconscious.

"Tsk tsk, what a mess." Shang Wan squatted down, reached out and pinched Lu Chengjing's chin, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the blood and mud from his face, asking with interest, "Whose blood is this?"

"Yes, I have both." Lu Chengjing was in so much pain that he felt like he was about to break apart, and he weakly opened his eyes halfway to look at the person in front of him.

They have the same face, yet they are different in every way.

"It's not a loss." Shang Wan was barely satisfied, and she pried open his mouth to feed him the spiritual spring water.

Lu Chengjing thought Shang Wan was pouring the bottle into his mouth. The familiar liquid entered his mouth, and he swallowed it all.

Shang Wan placed her hand on his pulse and, feeling that he had regained his strength, stood up, intending to go and check on the person who was bleeding profusely but still had a breath left.

A slight force came from the hem of her dress, and Shang Wan stopped in her tracks, looking down.

A beautiful, bloodstained hand was gripping the hem of her dress. Because its owner was too weak, only two fingers were lightly hooked together. If she took another step forward, the hand would be left behind.

"Want me to stay with you?"

The owner of the hand didn't answer, but his fingers were so strong that even his knuckles turned white.

"Alright then." In Shang Wan's mind, her own beautiful vase was naturally more important.

Without hesitation, she squatted down again, reached out her finger and gently poked Lu Chengjing's damaged half of his face, a little annoyed.

Lu Chengjing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

"Such a stubborn temper," Shang Wan muttered, then picked him up and carried him to see Liu Tong lying in a pool of blood.

Witnesses are always welcome; her vase can't go back to jail to suffer again.

(End of this chapter)