The Ace Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

But Meng Yunzheng said he was resigning and really resigned, just to go be some damn Mountain Master?

Just based on that alone, the man felt it would be very hard to turn him.

”Surely Young Master Meng must want something. As long as you work for the master, anything the master can do, he can give you.”

Meng Yunzheng almost laughed at that; even when you’re selling dreams, there’s a limit.

He let out a cold snort. ”Gong Qiu killed my mother. I have absolutely no goodwill toward him or any of his other children. Put like that, do you understand?”

”But you’ve already taken your revenge. Lord Gong is dead. Our master is your only blood kin. There was never any direct conflict between you and the master to begin with. In this world there are no eternal enemies; there’s no need to be so rejecting.”

Meng Yunzheng just shook his head, then stopped talking, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, the man suddenly laughed. ”Looks like Young Master Meng still needs time to think. I just don’t know what the county magistrate’s stance is.”

Meng Yunzheng’s eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp as he looked at him.

But the man had already stood up. He said to Cheng Wu, ”Take Sir Meng to rest first.”

”Yes, sir.”

Meng Yunzheng was led away.

As for Shu Yu, Zhao Xi, and the others who had left ahead of him, they had already been taken to a courtyard in the back.

Shu Yu looked at the tightly guarded yard in front of her, her brows knitting together.

Not to mention the people she could see in plain sight; there were probably plenty of hidden eyes watching too.

The problem was, even that could be let slide, but in this courtyard, apart from the main door of the central room, all the windows and side doors were nailed shut with wooden planks. This ”cell” was really solid and very secure.

”Go in.” An unfriendly voice sounded behind them.

Shu Yu turned her head to glance at her, then lifted her foot and walked forward.

The door was opened; it was a bit dim inside.

Shu Yu’s eyes adjusted for a moment, and in the next second, her expression changed abruptly.

There were more than ten people in the room, all haggard and ashen-faced, crowded together sitting and leaning in the corners.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone in the room lifted their heads to look over.

Immediately, Shu Yu’s gaze locked with someone inside who looked particularly familiar.

Her eyes flew wide open, a flash of disbelief crossing her face.

Before she could speak, Ma Lu beside her had already cried out in shock, ”Lord Cheng?”

Yes, among the more than ten people imprisoned in the room was actually the governor of the southwest.

Ma Lu’s voice had barely fallen when he was shoved straight through the door.

He stumbled, lunged forward two steps, then finally steadied himself.

Shu Yu and the others also walked in, and the door slammed shut behind them with a bang.

There was a brief silence in the room. Lord Cheng looked at Shu Yu in some surprise. ”Lu... County Lord?”

Shu Yu gave a wry smile. ”Lord Cheng, long time no see.”

She’d thought Lord Cheng was the one with a problem; she hadn’t expected him to end up a prisoner too.

Lord Cheng looked much thinner, his cheeks sunken. Supported by a woman at his side, he struggled to his feet and limped toward them.

”County Lord Lu, you—you really came.”

”Lord Cheng knew I would come?”

”I met the Dongqing Temple master and heard she was your teacher, so I figured you might come to the southwest.”

Lord Cheng’s body swayed; he turned and instructed the others in the room, ”Quick, untie County Lord Lu and the rest first.”

A few people in the corner stood up, and at the same time revealed the figures of those lying on the floor.