A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1381 - 1379: At the Critical Moment

Yue Er gave her a slap.

"Can’t even ask!"

"I’ve managed to bring you out. If anything happens to you, Aunt Chen will blame me for a lifetime!"

Yilan nodded in agreement.

"Stop overthinking!"

"We’re all here!"

Chen Weiyu remained silent.

...

Exiting through the north gate, the lands on either side of the carriage became increasingly desolate.

But now it’s broad daylight, with so many people following behind, there’s really nothing to be afraid of.

They mustered their courage and continued moving forward.

"Master, there’s a river ahead, hold on tight!" the coachman reminded.

But even before his words fell.

They heard sudden rustling sounds nearby the river.

Upon looking again, it turned out a group of people emerged from the reed clusters by the riverbank.

"Stop!" said a familiar voice.

Yue Er squinted.

"They really are a gang, the information spreads quick!"

The only road across the river was soon blocked, and the carriage had to slowly stop.

Yue Er instructed the two inside the carriage once again not to get out, while she stepped down alone.

"Wow! You guys call for reinforcements pretty fast!"

The two injured Xiao Luo lackeys stood beside two frail and weak horses.

Even with four legs, they weren’t too slow.

Though the good horses pulled a carriage full of people, it’s understandable why they couldn’t run fast.

"Enough nonsense!"

The burly man covered in furry clothing in the middle suddenly shouted.

"Quickly hand over the goods, or else... none of you will leave today!"

His voice was rough, extremely loud, and besides this sentence, he kept spewing abusive words that Yue Er couldn’t understand.

She narrowed her eyes, walked a few steps forward, and carefully scrutinized him.

This man had bronze bell eyes and a beard, wrapped in a fox fur coat that made him look like a walking bear.

Yue Er felt a bit amused inside but managed to hold it in.

"A bunch of men bullying a little girl, tsk tsk! You really have impressive skills!"

"Especially you!"

She boldly pointed at the man-shaped bear.

"You’re the boss? What’s your name?"

The man-shaped bear was so angry he nearly spat blood, glaring at her furiously.

"You..."

"Little girl, listen up! My surname is Ying, and I’m the boss of this fifty-mile radius, known as Master Ying!"

"Entering and exiting the Capital City, all caravans must respectfully honor me, or else... no one gets off easy!"

He glanced at the few carriages behind Yue Er, reaffirming for himself that they were merchants, thus emboldening him further.

Yue Er squinted.

"No wonder they’re feeding you so fat, you stinking bear!"

"What did you call me?"

Yue Er stepped boldly forward, loudly proclaiming.

"I called you a stinking bear! What, not satisfied? Come, let’s fight!"

Saying this, she got into her stance.

She wanted to see what level she was at after so many years of training.

She wanted to handle this guy all by herself.

She wanted to make her father and mother look at her in a new light.

She wanted to vent the anger of all merchants in the Capital City.

She wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, wasn’t afraid of hardships! She wanted to rely on herself!

Master Ying looked at the frail little girl as if looking at a small chick.

"Just you?"

Yue Er raised an eyebrow.

"What, afraid of a one-on-one duel?"

Master Ying: "...."

"Me, afraid? Me, afraid?"

He threw off his mink coat, freeing his hands, coldly laughing.

"Little girl, spicy chili, you better beat me!"

"Or fail, and I’ll take you captive as my Village Chief’s Wife!"

"You’ll be unable to resist or rebel, only obediently cooperate! After all, you really are... just my type."

He’d never seen such a reckless woman.

Yet, he liked it.

Yue Er twitched a corner of her mouth, unwilling to listen, only ridiculing.

"Wearing such a thick mink coat in this season, aren’t you hot!"

Master Ying sneered.

"Come on, little girl! Little beauty! I’ll let you have three moves!"

"Though you might be small, your character is charming, and as the Master, I’ll still adore you!"

...

Without a word, Yue Er swung the Golden Whip forward, Master Ying dodged it.

The first whip didn’t hit, and very soon she swung a second whip, still missing.

On the third whip, spotting the opportunity, Yue Er flipped sideways to his back and struck from the most secure angle.

But Master Ying wasn’t just for show.

He dodged, dodged again.

However, this time... as he was about to evade, the whip tip suddenly twisted and scratched his face, leaving a mark!

"You little brat, you really have some skill, no wonder you’re so arrogant!"

He angrily drew out a large curved knife from his waist, stared fixedly at her.

Clearly, he was done playing; he was getting serious!

Yue Er showed no fear, approached him even closer.

They began fighting for real!

In the bright sunshine of autumn, outdoors.

The Golden Whip danced like a golden dragon weaving through clouds, attacking from all directions without dead angles.

Master Ying was not to be outdone.

The curved knife in his hands sliced through the air, forming silver lines, pressing forward step by step.

The two exchanged blows, neither yielding.

After a hundred rounds, Yue Er’s stamina gradually waned.

Boss Ying sneered.

"Little brat, your skills are indeed good, but compared to me, still lacking!"

Yue Er was anxious, her nose beaded with sweat, what to do, loss of stamina was a taboo!

Her movements remained orderly, attacking the opponent.

Just... becoming slower, more strained, sweat beads increasing on her face.

After sustaining a bit longer, Yue Er could hold no more, unable to swing her Golden Whip.

Swaying in the air, about to collapse.

Everyone in the carriage worried for her.

Chen Weiyu kept her eyes locked on the outside.

She was ready; if Yue Er was truly endangered, she’d rush out to shield her from a blow.

She didn’t care if she died, Yue Er was the Princess, she couldn’t die.

At this moment.

Boss Ying’s large knife suddenly hacked toward Yue Er, looking as if it would strike her.

The exhausted Yue Er hopelessly closed her eyes.

"Yue Er, watch out!"

"Master, watch out!"

The voices from the carriage shouted desperately.

Chen Weiyu darted out like an arrow released from the bowstring.

Ying Luo also couldn’t care about anything else, yelling as she scrambled down the carriage, tumbling toward their master.

Both set off almost simultaneously, with the same thought in mind.

’Faster, faster, let the knife hit me instead.’

Everyone had red eyes, sorrow engulfing them as they looked at Yue Er.

But in this critical moment.

A shadow suddenly flashed out.

’Bang!’ knocked Boss Ying to the ground, catching the faltering Yue Er in their embrace.