The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1303

Chapter 1303: 633 Reunion (First Update)_2

The coachman drove the carriage to the southern inner city gate and, showing Mr. Meng’s token, borrowed the National Master Hall’s passage to successfully exit the city.

The carriage sped toward Sanhua Street.

The child, Xiao Jingkong, felt sleepy; no sooner had he boarded the carriage than he started nodding off. After a while, his little head tilted and he fell asleep on Mr. Meng’s arm.

Mr. Meng gently knocked on the carriage wall and said to the coachman, "Slow down, he’s asleep."

"Yes," the coachman replied. After a stretch, he asked Mr. Meng, "Master, we’re approaching Sanhua Street, where exactly on Sanhua Street are we heading?"

"To the Yamen on Sanhua Street," said Mr. Meng.

This child had been kidnapped, and his family must be extremely worried. Perhaps they had already reported it to the Yamen, so taking him there now was the right choice.

Besides, the child was very clever and witty, giving the impression that he hadn’t told the whole truth.

Better to leave it to the Yamen to deal with.

Mr. Meng’s decision was sound, but what he did not expect was that Shengdu, known for its strict security, would have a gang of robbers — and that he, traveling in a luxurious carriage without any guards, would undoubtedly become a prime target for the robbers.

There were ten robbers in total, all masked and wielding large sabers, clearly up to no good.

Seeing the grim situation, Mr. Meng urgently said to the coachman, "Turn around! Go back!"

The robbers lying in ambush behind sprang out unexpectedly, a number of them, cutting off their escape route.

"Stop the carriage, or we’ll shoot arrows!"

The lead robber threatened.

Mr. Meng looked back through a gap in the curtains; these weren’t ordinary robbers but desperate fugitives. Falling into their hands meant not just losing money but also being silenced permanently.

Mr. Meng made a snap decision, "Don’t stop, charge through!"

Among those ten, only one had a bow and arrow, and now as they turned around, arrows would be coming from behind; the rear board of the carriage should be able to withstand them for a while.

His horses were all top-notch; as long as they could get through, they would leave the robbers behind.

Grinding his teeth, the coachman urged, "Go!"

The carriage sped off at a breakneck pace.

"Boss! They’re running!" one of the robbers said.

"Huh," the leader of the robbers snatched a bow and arrow from a minion and shot it swiftly toward the carriage!

He wasn’t aiming for the carriage wall but the wheel.