Chapter 1807 - 1745: This Bodyguard Is So Arrogant

Chapter 1807: Chapter 1745: This Bodyguard Is So Arrogant

When it came to Crown Prince Li’s birthday, Ah Jiu dressed up as a bodyguard and followed at Wufu’s side.

Some people don’t look like a Crown Prince even in a Dragon Robe, yet some people, even in coarse clothes, stand out like a crane in a flock of chickens, drawing every gaze.

Ah Jiu was exactly that kind of person. He put on a guard’s uniform and had his face slightly altered, looking rather meek and well-behaved, but the aura rolling off him was impossible to ignore.

Nothing to be done about it—he was a dragon among men, born noble, raised in a nest of wealth and honor, his bearing naturally flawless.

Wufu looked at him with a bit of jealousy and said, "Can’t you tone down that aura of yours? Whoever sees you like this would never think you’re just a guard. You look more like the master than I do, and I’m the actual master here—does that sound reasonable to you?"

Ah Jiu slanted her a glance. "Who said a guard can’t have presence? I’m a free man by nature. I only came to your side as a guard and steward because I owed someone a favor. Once the term is up, I’ll naturally be on my way."

"Fine, you’re always right." Wufu snorted and climbed into the carriage.

Ah Jiu took the driver’s seat, both hands resting on his sword, radiating a clear "don’t mess with me, or it’ll be troublesome" vibe, which made Chi San, who was handling the reins, snicker quietly.

With Ah Jiu’s arrival, his people naturally came too. After he and Wufu put their heads together, they divided the work, even started moving Eagle Hall’s pieces, determined to crack this embezzlement case as soon as possible. Chi San was then assigned to serve at Wufu’s side.

It was already June. In the Northern Region, June was dry and scorching. The pedestrians on the streets had long since changed into light, cool summer clothes, and the young ladies’ garments were particularly flowing—walking scenery in their own right.

Marquis Xuanwu’s Mansion sat right on the central axis of Yanzhou City, with whitewashed walls and dark tiles, occupying an enormous area. At both the main and side gates stood a pair of large stone lions, exceedingly imposing.

This Jiangnan-style architecture looked especially out of place here in the Northern Region, yet its design was exquisite without losing grandeur, making it very pleasing to the eye.

When Wufu arrived, she happened to run into Song Cheng. At his side was still a bodyguard, holding a long box in his arms.

"Big Brother Qu." Wufu raised a hand and walked over with great enthusiasm.

Seeing her, Song Cheng merely nodded coolly, far less warm than he’d been before.

Wufu was a little puzzled. Had she slipped somewhere and let something show, so he’d seen through her identity?

No, that couldn’t be. With this disguise, you’d need a truly sharp eye to recognize her.

"Big Brother Qu, what birthday gift did you prepare?" Wufu chuckled. "Time was too tight, I couldn’t get anything really good, so I just went with a maidservant Golden Buddha. Do you think that’s too tacky?"

Song Cheng glanced at the box behind her. Ah Jiu was holding a box and said, "A maidservant Golden Buddha—your aim is pretty accurate."

The way he said it sounded a bit odd.

Song Cheng’s gaze followed the box upward. When his eyes fell on Ah Jiu’s cold, handsome face, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Little Brother Zhou, this guard of yours looks unfamiliar. I didn’t see him the last two times."

Wufu stepped forward, deliberately shielding her own face with her fan, and said in a low voice, "Don’t bring it up. I made a fool of myself at the Flower Tower a couple of days ago, and my maidservant tattled on me, so the steward at home was sent to keep an eye on me. He’s someone my mother secured for me before she passed, said he was here to repay a debt of gratitude. Tch, I actually think he acts more like a young master than I do!"

Song Cheng arched a brow and looked Ah Jiu over again. Seeing his stern expression and how he only gave him a single glance before looking away, he said, "He is indeed a bit unruly."

"Jianghu People, they’re all terribly arrogant. Ah, Crown Prince Li is here." Wufu’s eyes were sharp; spotting Crown Prince Li, she hurried forward and greeted him with a beaming smile. "Brother Li, happy birthday..."

Ah Jiu held the box, his eyes straight ahead, pretending not to notice Song Cheng’s scrutiny. Only when Song Cheng looked away did a flash of cold light quickly pass through his eyes.