The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314 -171: The Crown Prince’s Wife is Punished (Second Update)

Xiao Liulang withdrew his foot from the suspension bridge.

“Are you coming or going? If not, move!” An burly man rudely pushed Xiao Liulang to the side from behind.

“Hey! Why are you pushing? Liulang! Liulang, come up quickly—” Fen Lin, who had been squeezed onto the bridge by the crowded throng, initially thought Xiao Liulang would follow him up. He didn’t expect his spot to be claimed by someone else.

He reached out to grab Xiao Liulang.

But he couldn’t.

“You should come back too!” Xiao Liulang said to him.

But it was too late.

There were too many people, and Fen Lin was quickly pushed to the center of the crowd.

Lin Chengye was behind Xiao Liulang.

Since Xiao Liulang didn’t go up, he didn’t either.

Gu Jiao was still shouting not to come over, that the bridge was about to break, but only those about to ascend the bridge heard her. Those who did hear didn’t believe her and shook their heads before heading towards the temple.

“Oh, no!”

Fen Lin was jostled across the bridge by the crowd, lost his balance and stumbled, falling.

As he rubbed his sore knee and got up, he hadn’t seen Gu Jiao not too far away, when he heard a scream from behind.

“Ah—”

“Ah—”

“Ah—”

Fen Lin turned around to look.

Oh, dear mother!

The bridge broke! _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

The bridge didn’t break in the middle; it broke at the end closest to the temple.

Everyone on the bridge fell into the bone-chilling water.

Xiao Liulang clearly saw the brute who had pushed him aside fall into the water as he was about to ascend the bridge.

His fall was the worst because he had been standing the highest.

If Gu Jiao hadn’t stopped him, he could have been the one falling so drastically into the water.

And there was Lin Chengye. He was behind him and couldn’t avoid this disaster either.

People were falling into the water as if dumplings were being dropped into it, struggling for their lives in the icy river. Those who had not ascended the bridge were so scared their legs went weak. The holy land bathed in Buddha’s glory had suddenly become a human purgatory.

Xiao Liulang looked distantly at the petite form on the other bank.

How many times had she helped him avoid disaster?

In the biting cold wind, she was dressed in green. Her clothes fluttered and her hair brushed in the wind. In the snow-white world, she looked like a fairy who had descended to earth.