Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 406 - 227 It’s really fate_3

Chapter 406: Chapter 227 It’s really fate_3

Prince Consort Pan’s followers began to push him out and berated, "Where did this brute come from? Leave at once; do not disturb our master."

Prince Consort Pan also sneered, "I know of a girl named Qian Yixiu, but her father is already dead. If you were pretending to be her uncle, perhaps I would help you."

Qian Manjiang replied anxiously, "I am not lying, I have been away from home for eleven years and only returned this May. Here is the fan I received from Xiu’er as proof."

He pulled out the fan from within his clothes: The painting on it was smeared, turned into a muddled stain of various colors beyond recognition. The fan had gotten wet when he went to the river in the morning. Although the fan had dried, the painting was ruined. Qian Manjiang closed his eyes, truly feeling heaven had abandoned him.

The followers began to pry him away again, saying, "Where did you find this broken fan? How dare you pretend it was given by our master. If you do not leave, do you believe we’ll break your legs?"

Prince Consort Pan waved his hand to stop his followers and took the fan. His fans were not only painted on the leaf but also bore his seal, and the ribs had a distinctive mark carved by him. With the help of moonlight, he scrutinized it carefully; indeed, it was the fan he had given to the little girl.

He hesitated, and the sound of horses neighing and people shouting came from the other side of the woods.

One of Prince Consort Pan’s followers said, "Sir, this man is in trouble, clearly pursued by killers. Sir, please do not involve yourself in unnecessary conflicts because of him."

Prince Consort Pan looked at the young man standing before him; despite being disheveled and ragged, one could still see his handsome and valiant appearance, indeed bearing a striking resemblance to that little girl. Strangely enough, he had a strong feeling that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he did not help the young man. With that thought, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

Thus, Mr. Pan, who was noble and disinclined to trouble, made the most correct decision of his life, advising the young man to crawl under his carriage, holding onto the four axles from beneath.

No sooner had Qian Manjiang hidden himself than a group of people searching for him arrived, numbering over a hundred.

The leader was a guard of the Third Prince, who also recognized Prince Consort Pan. He saluted and informed him that he was acting under the Third Prince’s orders to capture a criminal of the Imperial Court and asked if they had seen any suspicious individuals pass by.

Prince Consort Pan remained silent; he disdained to associate with them. His followers started babbling that they saw nothing and had not been paying attention. One of them even pointed ahead and said, "We just faintly heard some noise over there, not sure if it was a wild cat or a person."

The guard apologized to Prince Consort Pan and said, "Mr. Pan, we are just following orders, carrying out our duty. May we please..."

Prince Consort Pan’s expression grew darker, and he waved his hand at his followers, signaling, "Let them search."

The guard led a dozen men to comb through the carriages, but indeed there was nobody and no place to hide a person; the troops then moved on with their raucous search elsewhere.

Just as they left, a "thud" was heard: Qian Manjiang fell from under the carriage, evidently having fainted, whether from exhaustion or hunger.

Two men dragged Qian Manjiang out, but he showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

At that moment, the carriage repairman reported to Prince Consort Pan that the carriage was fixed and ready to depart.

Prince Consort Pan gestured for the men to drag the unconscious youth to some bushes nearby, hiding him there; this much he believed he owed the man. Whether the man could survive was up to his fate.

Prince Consort Pan boarded the carriage. The carriages had traveled half a mile when Prince Consort Pan ordered them to stop. The young man’s face kept flashing before his eyes, bringing back the stabbing pain in his chest. If he did not save the young man, he would never have peace in his life!

He ordered the carriage to turn back, returning to the road they had just traveled. Fortunately, the young man was still lying in the bushes.

Prince Consort Pan instructed his men to carry the young man onto the carriage and take him to the manor.

Prince Consort Pan had attended the Royal Family’s birthday feast the day before and after viewing the fireworks, it was already Zi Hour; he lost interest in moon-watching and went straight to his residence to rest.

Today, in the late afternoon, he and his followers had gone to the riverbank in the suburbs to watch the sunset and saw a full moon rising over the river.

He was inspired to write several poems in praise of the moon before leading his entourage back to the manor. Who knew that shortly before reaching the manor, his carriage would break down.

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