Chapter 811: The Disabled Young Master 24

Thus, the person who had caught the embroidered ball glanced around, then locked onto the middle-aged man in purple. Without even looking at his face, he threw the embroidered ball toward him.

The middle-aged man instinctively reached out and caught it.

Seeing this, someone immediately tried to snatch the embroidered ball from his hands.

His guards immediately drew their swords.

“Impudent! Who dares harm our Marquis?”

As soon as those words were spoken, the surging crowd instantly fell silent.

A Marquis?

He was an important nobleman from the capital!

For a moment, everyone instinctively took several steps back.

Meanwhile, Chu Pan'er, who was upstairs, felt her vision go dark.

Oh no!

That man in purple wasn't Menglang! He was a middle-aged man who looked to be about the same age as her father!

Th-then what was she supposed to do?!

……

Li Shuai was also completely dumbfounded at this moment.

They had agreed to throw the embroidered ball toward him!

So how had they ended up throwing it to someone else?

No, he absolutely could not let the embroidered ball fall into someone else's hands.

He desperately pushed his way out of the crowd. When he saw the middle-aged man holding the embroidered ball, Li Shuai rushed straight toward him without a second thought.

The guard saw this and assumed that he was some kind of assassin. He immediately drew his sword and slashed down at Li Shuai.

In an instant, one of Li Shuai's arms fell to the ground with a smack.

Upstairs, Chu Pan'er rolled her eyes back and fainted.

……

At this moment, Li Shuai stared wide-eyed at the embroidered ball in the middle-aged man's hand, his face filled with unwillingness.

“Give it to me!” The embroidered ball could not fall into someone else's hands.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have personally handed Pan'er over to another man?

Hearing Li Shuai's words, the middle-aged man casually tossed the embroidered ball up and down in his hand a few times.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Li Shuai. “Do you and the young lady upstairs have a secret relationship?”

Otherwise, why would he risk his life to snatch the embroidered ball?

“It's none of your… business!” Li Shuai said, clutching his arm as blood gushed from the wound.

Although he had used underhanded means to get Pan'er, he also knew that absolutely no one could find out about their secret relationship.

Otherwise, Pan'er's reputation would be ruined!

……

Hearing Li Shuai's words, the middle-aged man, who was none other than the Marquis of Dongbo, revealed an amused expression.

He had been a romantic and amorous man all his life. He had never expected that during this return to a familiar place, he would actually encounter a lovesick young man.

However, he still had no intention of handing the embroidered ball over to Li Shuai. He merely looked at Li Shuai's severed arm and said, “Are you sure this embroidered ball is more important than your life? If you continue bleeding like this, you could die.”

“If I can't get the embroidered ball, I might as well die!” Li Shuai gritted his teeth.

He knew very well that he was not a good person. Since childhood, he had done plenty of despicable things, such as cheating, scheming, stealing chickens, and other petty crimes. But as for Pan'er, he absolutely would not give her to anyone else.

Because he was the one who had come up with this idea for Pan'er.

……

Hearing Li Shuai's words, the Marquis of Dongbo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Looking at the stubbornness and unwillingness on Li Shuai's face, he gave a light scoff. He was just about to hand the embroidered ball over to him and be done with it when he heard a somewhat familiar female voice coming from behind him.

“Xiaoshuai! Xiaoshuai, what happened to you? Don't scare your mother!”

A still-charming woman rushed toward Li Shuai, who was kneeling on the ground, as swiftly as the wind.

When she saw his severed arm, her eyes immediately turned fierce as she looked up at the guard.

Then, when she saw the middle-aged man standing beside the guard, the expression on her face froze.

“Li Lang?”

Yan Shisanniang stared blankly at the man before her.

At this moment, the Marquis of Dongbo's heart stirred, and he exclaimed in surprise, “You are… Shisanniang?”