The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1516

Chapter 1516: 737 Her Rage! (Part 2)

The vendor was directly bitten into a daze!

He almost fell from mid-air onto his rear!

He tried to shake the little brat off, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t loosen the grip of the little brat’s teeth!

Hmph!

I don’t have an iron head skill, but I have tiny steel teeth!

—Thank you, evil brother-in-law, for not giving me candy.

Little Jingkong knew how to use his advantages to the fullest. If he had tried to hold on with his hands, he would have been swung off long ago.

However, he bit with his teeth and clung on steadfastly.

The vendor would have to lose a chunk of flesh if he wanted to shake him off.

The muscles in the vendor’s thigh tensed up.

—He feared that if he wasn’t tight enough, the flesh would give in, and the little brat would take a bite out of him.

The Imperial Forest Army also gathered around, and the vendor, having no time to tussle with them, could only leave the scene, cursing under his breath, with one child in his embrace and another clinging to his leg.

"You lot, follow me! You, go back to the palace and report to His Majesty!"

"Yes!"

A squad of the Imperial Forest Army chased after the direction the vendor disappeared in, but they still lost him.

The vendor, with two children in tow, darted over the rooftops and bounded from wall to wall, but the little hanger-on on his leg just wouldn’t let go.

By the time he reached a secluded courtyard, his whole right leg had swollen up like a ham.

A man in black came out, looking oddly at his comrade sprawled on the ground: "What’s going on? Didn’t they tell you to capture just one? How did you end up bringing back an extra?"

The vendor, in pain, twitched, "Do you think I wanted to? Didn’t you see how tightly this kid was biting?"

The man in black took a closer look, eh, indeed.

Little Jingkong was also wearing the uniform of Lingbo Academy, clearly a student of the Academy.

The man in black was baffled, thinking to himself how small these kids were.

Can they even pull up their own trousers? Yet they dare to be accepted into the Academy—how desperate is Lingbo Academy for silver!

The vendor, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Stop staring! Hurry up and pry him off me!"

"Got it." The man in black waved his hand dismissively and stepped forward to pull at Little Jingkong.

This time, the child was easily pulled down. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

The reason was simple; Little Jingkong couldn’t hold on any longer.

He was biting down with sheer determination until now.

Although he had a set of fierce little steel teeth, he forgot that he was queasy at the sight of meat!

Little Jingkong sprawled on the ground, limbs akimbo, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out in a mess.

Little Princess had been scared out of her wits early on and didn’t move at all, nor did she cry or scream.

Both the man in black and the vendor were quite satisfied.

The vendor handed over Little Princess to the man in black, saying, "You take them away first. I need to treat my wound."

"What about this one..." The man in black took Little Princess, pointing to Little Jingkong lying on the ground with his tongue sticking out.

The vendor said impatiently, "Whatever, just throw him out."

"Don’t want to." Little Princess suddenly spoke up, her hands clutching the black-clothed man’s garment, her small body shaking uncontrollably, her expression the most cowering as she uttered the harshest words, "Don’t throw him away!"

The man in black paused, then turned to the vendor and said, "We shouldn’t have thrown him out earlier; tossing him out now—are we trying to expose ourselves too quickly? In case someone sees—"

"I told you, it’s up to you!" The vendor interrupted him, "I can’t stand the pain anymore, I need to apply some medicine."

With that, he limped off to another room.

The man in black frowned, then one-handedly held onto Little Princess and picked up Little Jingkong with the other, locking both of them in the firewood room.

In the Jinluan Hall, the sovereign presided over the court session.

Recently, frequent torrential rains have been lashing Yan Country, causing numerous flood disasters in the regions along the lower reaches of the rivers, prompting local Yamen from all over to request disaster relief from the court.

Owing to the widespread and treacherous nature of the disaster zones, disaster relief had become an urgent matter.

However, disaster relief was never just about silver, but also about deploying soldiers to fight the floods, strengthen dikes and dams, and resettle the displaced victims.

This year’s flooding was the worst in twenty-five years.

The sovereign was troubled.

He pressed his brow and said in a muted tone, "How was the flood disaster dealt with twenty-five years ago?"

There was dead silence in the Jinluan Hall.

All the ministers stood with tally sticks in hand, focusing inward.

The sovereign immediately realized he had asked a foolish question. Twenty-five years ago, half of the south had been hit by the disaster, and it was Xuanyuan Li who had promptly led the troops for disaster relief.

Not only did he repair the dikes and rescue the victims, but he also preserved thousands of acres of fertile land and executed eighteen local officials who had been lining their pockets, embezzling relief silver, and exploiting the people.

All were executed before the reports were sent to the court.

Those local officials had ties to forces in the Provincial City and even Shengdu, which caused turmoil in Shengdu for a time.