Chapter 103: Second Brother, I Hope You’ve Been Well

Standing nearby, Chu Junhan saw Fang Meng sprinting away and shouted toward Changming City, “Brothers of Qiande, thank you for holding her off! The silver notes on that woman belong to you. Later, we’ll split the four million taels of silver.”

“Trouble, it’s a trap!” Yinuo shouted, pointing at the men of the Seventh Prince. “Release the arrows!”

But the woman had already fled far away. He could only beat his chest in frustration.

“General, the silver notes haven’t been lost!” A soldier knelt on one knee, holding the silver notes carefully.

Yinuo snatched the notes, his eyelids twitching rapidly. He had truly fallen into their trap—into that brat’s scheme to sow discord!

The arrows were already loosed. No matter what, the friendship between the Liao Kingdom and the Seventh Prince of Qiande had come to an end.

Chu Junhan clapped his hands with satisfaction, gripping the reins and snorting proudly, leading a squad in hot pursuit of Fang Meng.

On a stretch of road close to the Yecheng pass, a horse galloped swiftly, carrying a man and a woman.

Suddenly, the woman did not strike the man behind her but instead pulled on the reins, slowing the horse’s pace, then leapt lightly to the ground.

The man on horseback followed suit, drawing a sharp blade to block her path, his expression cold. “Speak—why did you frame me? What is your relationship with Chu Junhan?”

“What Chu Junhan? Who is that? I don’t know him,” the girl said with clear eyes, refusing to answer the first question and feigning ignorance on the second.

“Also, you keep claiming I robbed you—what did I take from you?” The man stepped forward, pressing her for answers just as the sound of galloping hooves approached from afar.

He glanced up and saw Chu Junhan approaching. Then he grinned and sneered, “Ah, I get it now. You’re one of the Chu family? Fine, tell your master this from me: ‘Second Brother, I hope you are well.’”

With that, he leapt onto his horse, riding off with anger in his eyes.

Ying Die crouched low, ready to speed after him, but Chu Junhan stopped her. “Sister Ying Die, let him go. We’ve already gotten what we came for.”

Ying Die nodded, leapt down from her horse, and came to the girl’s side, concern in her eyes. “Brother Fang, how are you? Are you hurt?”

Fang Meng smiled gently and shook her head.

Compared to Ying Die’s boldness, Fang Meng truly seemed more like a girl... If not for knowing him, everyone present might have been utterly captivated by him—truly a bewitching presence.

“By the way, my lord, that man asked me to deliver a message,” a graceful figure with a magnetic voice said, full of youthful vigor. “‘Second Brother, I hope you are well.’”

Chu Junhan snorted coldly, eyes darkening as he watched the youth ride away. “He’s threatening me. He claims to represent the Seventh Prince.”

“Second Brother?” Ying Die tilted her head in puzzlement, unable to understand who this ‘Second Brother’ could be.

Chu Junhan smiled with disdain, patting his horse’s flank. “That ‘Second Brother’ is none other than me! Truly my good third brother.”

Ah? Everyone present was serious. After all, only Tang Chen had seen him before. Without witnessing it firsthand, who would believe a child could be the Seventh Prince of Qiande’s elder brother?

Speaking of Tang Chen, he should be close to capturing Kangding by now!

Chu Junhan looked up at the sky as snowflakes drifted down. The frozen, snowy landscape would last until March of the next year.