AWB Chapter 199 Are you a live-in son-in-law?
Chapter 199 Are you a live-in son-in-law?
Princess Liduan was startled and quickly closed her eyes.
The carriage door was pushed open, and the faint moonlight finally shone through. Princess Li Duan opened her eyes in fright.
They met the eyes of the driver who was peering into the carriage.
When the coachman saw that Princess Liduan had woken up, he didn't seem surprised. He just glanced at her expressionlessly and then reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
"Ah—" Princess Li Duan cried out in terror at first, then asked in confusion and fear, "Who am I? Why am I here? What do you want to do? Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
Her eyes were filled with tears, her brows were furrowed, and she sobbed and struggled softly, "My head hurts so much, what do you want to do, let me go..."
A hint of doubt finally flashed across the driver's usually impassive face, and he hissed in a low voice, "Don't move!"
Princess Liduan was immediately terrified and froze, then murmured softly, "Why am I here? I can't remember anything. Who am I? Where are you taking me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"
Hearing these whispers, the coachman frowned and looked at Princess Liduan, but still reached out and pulled her off the carriage.
Princess Li Duan fell to the ground, only then realizing she was in a desolate, deserted area by the roadside. She immediately began struggling to crawl to one side: "No, don't come any closer! Who are you? What is our relationship? Why did you kidnap me here? What are you to me? You...you're not my brother, are you? You want to sell me, right? Or do you want to kill me? Are you my husband? Have you taken a mistress outside? Or are you a son-in-law who wants to kill me and seize my family fortune? It must be like this..."
The coachman, who was also the assassin sent, paused abruptly, his hand, which had just touched the hilt of the knife in his pocket, looking at the Princess Liduan on the ground with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The princess, whose hands and feet were bound, was writhing desperately and muttering incessantly. He was stunned, a rare occurrence for him; he had never seen such a talkative girl before.
However, Princess Li Duan started chattering like a bird, continuing to ramble on and on: "Why can't I remember anything? Yes, I must have been drugged or hit on the head. My brain is damaged. How could this happen? How rich am I to be treated like this? What should I do? What if I die because I'm so rich?"
The assassin's lips twitched uncontrollably.
For some inexplicable reason, he asked Princess Liduan, "Do you think you're very rich?"
Princess Liduan, seeing that the other party had finally responded, stared at his small face, now covered in dirt and grass, with a look of disheveled innocence yet unwavering determination: "Did I guess right? Humph, looking at your handsome and honest face, how could you do such a thing? You must have married into my family, right? Is your family particularly poor? Is that why you became my son-in-law, and then, unwilling to accept it, you kidnapped me in the middle of the night, intending to kill me and seize my property? How could you do this? I'm so heartbroken. How long have we been married? Could I be pregnant? Heavens, God, open your eyes! Look at this heartless man! Why is my life so miserable—"
The assassin son-in-law could no longer maintain his composure. He looked at Princess Liduan as if she were mentally challenged. He was quite certain that this girl had some serious mental illness. Perhaps she had accidentally fallen and injured herself, or perhaps he had given her too much medicine on the way.
"You really don't remember?" The assassin stared intently into her eyes, trying to find a clue in them.
Princess Liduan glared at him angrily: "Remember what? Remember how you persecuted me? Waaah, God, how could I be so wronged? Was I Dou E in my past life? Send snow, make it snow in June..."
The assassin, unable to contain himself any longer, reminded him: "It's October now."
Princess Liduan sobbed uncontrollably, choking back tears, "My life is so miserable! My surname is Dou! How could I have encountered such a heartless person..."
Perhaps she was getting carried away with her acting, but Princess Li Duan, contemplating her uncertain fate, was genuinely overcome with grief, her tears flowing with exceptional sincerity. She thought about how, after the New Year, in the third month of spring, she would come of age and be ready for engagement and marriage. Although she didn't want to leave her mother and marry so soon, and could wait another two or three years, wouldn't she need to spend those two or three years pursuing someone she liked? Time was fleeting! And if she were to die here, how unjust that would be!
Thinking about this made her even sadder.
She cried and sobbed, muttering about how miserable her life was.
The assassin's head was throbbing from her noise, but he hesitated to draw the dagger he was holding to his chest.
After a while, he was so annoyed by the noise that he yelled at Princess Liduan, "Shut up! If you make another sound, I'll kill you right now!"
Princess Liduan immediately fell silent, glaring at him timidly and resentfully.
The assassin bent down, reached out and lifted her up from the ground, then shoved her back into the carriage. He thought to himself, "Forget it, killing her in the middle of nowhere would be too easy to be discovered. I'll find a riverbank to kill her and throw her in the water. That would be more discreet."
He quickly convinced himself and whispered to Princess Liduan, "You stay put and wait until we get to the pond, then I'll give you a quick death."
Princess Li Duan, pushed into the carriage, stared wide-eyed. They were still going to kill her!
What should I do? What should I do? How can I keep stalling for time? Yangyang will definitely find out she's missing soon. She's so smart, she might catch up with her in no time. As long as she can hold on, there's still hope. She has to find a way to hold on.
Princess Liduan slowly moved to the carriage door, using her head to pry it open a crack. She asked pitifully, "Brother, what exactly is our relationship? Are you really going to kill me? Am I really that rich? Tying me up isn't enough, you want to kill me too? If you love money so much, why don't you sell me? You could get more silver that way. Anyway, it's too far away; even if I wanted to find you, I couldn't. If you kill me and someone finds out, won't the authorities come after you?"
The assassin drove the carriage, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
How could there be such a foolish and naive girl in this world? Oh well, let's just say he's being kind and let her live for a couple more hours.
The assassin did not answer Princess Liduan. Seeing that he did not react, Princess Liduan continued to mutter incessantly, like chanting a sutra, saying whatever came to mind, and making wild connections with everything she could think of from the stories she had read before.
As dawn broke, the carriage stopped again. Princess Li Duan bumped her head against the carriage door and, through the crack, saw the city wall in the distance.
The carriage had traveled all night; the people could endure it, but the horses couldn't.
The assassin was then surprised to realize that he had been listening to Princess Liduan's ramblings all night long, until she drifted off to sleep, and he had forgotten to stop.
We have to kill her, otherwise we won't be able to explain ourselves.