Chapter 53 — Stallion Male Lead Meltdown (5) | The Supporting Male Is Extremely… Breedable
“Dong, dong, dong, dong!”
The night watchman’s clapper echoed through the wind, fading by degrees.
A dark figure vaulted the palace wall and arrived at the appointed spot.
He looked around.
“Long time no see, Butcher.”
The voice came from above, clear and smooth.
He lifted his head. A tall, slender man lounged on a branch. Silver moonlight spilled over the fox mask on his face, and those thin, elegant red lips curled into a wicked smile.
“You’re still the same shameless flirt, old fox.”
The Butcher rolled his eyes. “Don’t try that with me. I’m not one of those girls who circles you like moths. How’s A-Man? I heard he fell straight into their prison and got caught. Is he using his rope-life as a comedy routine?”
Someone’s eyelid twitched.
With an idiot like A-Man around, the Tianluo Sect’s overall class dropped by several levels.
He, the dignified Blood Young Master, was actually comrades with this guy?
Yu Ge had no desire to linger on such a tragic topic. Best to rescue the prisoner quickly and cleanly.
They moved like wind toward the dungeon.
At that very moment, Xing Ge was sprawled on her ultra-luxurious dragon bed, blissfully unaware that her “loyal and stunning” Grand Chancellor had already defected, sneaking out to pry loose the bricks in her wall.
“Sigh.”
She rubbed her flat little stomach.
It was not easy being an emperor. It was even harder being a rigorously self-disciplined, perfect emperor.
All she wanted was a Manchu-banquet-style midnight snack. The old nurse looked so horrified she might faint on the spot. To spare the elder’s fragile heart, Xing Ge merely raised her pinky and modestly ordered one plate of crabapple pastries, two dishes of Buddha Hand rolls, three bowls of eight-treasure sweet soup, and a selection of seeds, peanuts, and walnuts.
Reasonable, right?
She was too kind.
Which was why she was still hungry.
Taking advantage of the dark, Xing Ge slipped out to hunt for something more… substantial.
Halfway down the corridor, the dungeon she had custom-built for the male lead lay to her right. Two figures suddenly burst out through the main gate.
Behind them came a mob of prison guards, shouting and tossing rotten eggs and vegetable leaves.
Hmm? What was this?
A jailbreak?
The Butcher had the “mysterious man” slung over one shoulder and was dragging Han Qian with the other hand, running full tilt. His face was a queasy greenish-yellow, like he had swallowed something foul.
Another rotten egg smacked his forehead. Slimy yolk dripped into his hair. Utter humiliation.
“F***, who set up this dirty trick? Shameless, despicable garbage!”
He had planned a stylish prison break, yet a pack of snot-nosed brats chased him while pelting eggs and leaves. Were they insane? If you have guts, fight one-on-one!
Yu Ge, at the rear, fell into a suspicious silence.
Back when Xing Ge excitedly discussed dungeon defenses with him, he had been busy teasing the ugly chick and casually tossed this idea into the mix.
Xing Ge took his offhand comment as imperial decree.
Grand Chancellor →_→: Your Majesty, I was only making conversation.
The cursing Butcher stopped dead.
Ten paces ahead, a man stood calmly with his arms folded, watching them.
A chill climbed up from the Butcher’s soles.
So this was the legendary “waiting for a rabbit,” omniscient and omnipotent?
He shot the fox a vicious glare, message clear: I knew it, you sold us out! Some brother you are!
Grand Chancellor: “!!!”
D*mn it! He had done nothing!
Yu Ge was just as startled to see His Majesty appear. Thoughts spun through his head. Had the emperor known his undercover identity all along and only bided his time to catch them all in one net?
If so, then all that recent acting dumb and cute was to make him relax?
Truly, a ruler’s mind was unfathomable.
The chancellor drew in a sharp breath. His gaze at Xing Ge now came labeled “Dangerous,” “Deep Schemer,” and “Wolf in Emperor’s Clothing.”
He had been too careless.
Yu Ge whispered via sound transmission to the Butcher, “Believe me. I never intended to betray Tianluo Sect. You are my brother. I would never sell you out.”
The Butcher eyed him dubiously. The man’s face was simply too deceitful, pure playboy heartbreaker. Honestly, it did not inspire confidence.
Yu Ge: Whether I am a heartbreaker is none of your business. I am not after your chrysanthemum, am I? You talk too much!
“I will hold him with illusions. You grab the goods and run,” Yu Ge said, laying out the plan.
The Blood Young Master, dressed in snow-white, grace incarnate, killed within a myriad illusions unseen.
He rarely used his signature technique; exposure risk was too high. But now there was no choice. Both he and the Butcher were at early Golden Core, far weaker than Yan Hongwen at late Golden Core great perfection. A straight win was unlikely.
He could only create an opening for the Butcher to escape.
He signaled. The Butcher hurled the two “meat sandbags” onto the roof, then charged Xing Ge like a bull.
“Ah! Pervert!”
From below came the crisp smack of a slap, but the Butcher ignored it. The enemy before him was too strong to allow distractions.
“Hold on, hero. May I ask a question?”
Xing Ge raised a hand for a temporary ceasefire.
Yu Ge’s heart sank.
Last time she used this exact move to ruin A-Man.
Before he could stop it, the rough-hewn man nodded heartily. “Ask.”
“Are you married? We have a Miss Zhang in court, gentle, demure, brilliant at running a household. Her father is pressing her to wed. You look sturdy and broad-browed, skilled with your hands. I think you suit her wild tastes perfectly. Would you care to discuss a match?”
The Butcher’s dark face flushed. He rubbed his big hands awkwardly.
“That might be… unwise. I am not much to look at. I might scare the girl.”
“Oh, that is no problem. Girls like strong, solid men. You fit the bill far better than those weaklings who blow over in a breeze. Take our Grand Chancellor, for example. Do you know why he is still unmarried at a hundred-plus? Too skinny. Not good breeding stock,” Matchmaker Xing said, utterly confident.
The slandered chancellor gazed mournfully at the bright moon.
Weren’t they here to break someone out of prison?
Why were they matchmaking, and why drag unrelated parties into it?
Wait, he had to state this formally: he dressed with style, and what lay under the clothes had substance. He was very much top-tier husband material. Extremely good breeding stock, thank you!!!
Hmph~
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