In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: The Real Show Is About to Begin

Translation by: Weebsread👹

In the very next instant—

Hu Murui and Bai Piaoxue leapt onto the stage, closing in on Jiang Qian step by step.

Watching them approach, Jiang Qian could only keep retreating, backing away with every step. “Hey now, wait a minute! All this was your idea in the first place! You’re the ones who dragged me up here!”

“We dragged you?” Bai Piaoxue and Hu Murui exchanged quick glances, feigning complete innocence.

“Haha, see you later!” Sensing trouble, Jiang Qian didn’t hesitate. He spun around and bolted.

The two girls immediately gave chase.

Watching Jiang Qian fleeing in such a pitiful state, Jiang Zixuan couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Looks like Jiang Qian’s finally met his match!”

Not far away, the veiled woman watched Jiang Qian’s embarrassed retreat, her voice barely audible. “Yunmeng Pavilion will never forget Young Master Jiang’s ‘Song of Pure Peace’.”

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Jiang Estate.

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Jiang Qian dragged his exhausted body back to his room, rubbing at his waist where he’d been pinched—again. He grumbled, “Seriously, can’t they pick somewhere else? At this rate, I’ll be crippled before long…”

With a heavy sigh, he flopped onto his bed, yawning. “Ahhh... finally, a chance to rest for real.”

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in his room.

Jiang Qian turned to look. “You again?”

The woman helped herself to a seat, looking relaxed. “I haven’t even told you the message from King of Qin yet.”

Jiang Qian looked away, answering flatly, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

She nodded. “Crown Prince Qi’s trusted agent, Qian Zhongxian, has already arrived in Tianze City.”

She continued, “Not only that—Qian Zhongxian has joined forces with both the Zhou Clan and the City Lord’s manor. Their plan is to wipe out the Jiang Clan.”

Jiang Qian suddenly sat upright. “What did you say? They’re targeting my Jiang Clan?”

She nodded. “Yes, but you’re their true objective. They want you dead.”

“Go on,” Jiang Qian’s voice was icy.

The woman laid out the full scheme, holding nothing back.

When she finished, Jiang Qian sat for a long moment, then nodded. “Got it. Go back and tell King of Qin—I’ll handle this myself.”

“If they want a fight, then I’ll break one of their arms first.”

His eyes turned sharp and cold, filled with killing intent.

The woman hesitated, then asked, “Do you need my help?”

He shook his head. “No need. Just tell Chen Shimin that Chen Jianzhi should be ready to lose an arm.”

“…Alright.” She nodded, then quietly slipped from the room.

As soon as she left, Jiang Qian lay back and muttered, “Do you really think you can play me like some two-bit protagonist in a dime-store novel? You’re asking for a beating.”

Bunch of fools.

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The next morning.

Jiang Qian was already at the City Lord’s manor.

The moment the City Lord saw Jiang Qian arrive without warning, his heart skipped a beat.

Could he already know our plan? No… impossible, right?

But on the surface, the City Lord remained as calm and polite as ever. “Ah, what brings Young Master Jiang to my humble estate so early?”

Jiang Qian smiled, just as composed. “Nothing urgent, City Lord. I merely have a question.”

“Oh? What question would that be?”

Jiang Qian’s tone was light. “Does the City Lord know if there are any good places nearby for capturing demonic beasts? As you know, I’m a Beast Master—it pays to keep my eyes open for interesting catches.”

“I—Is that so?” The City Lord forced his voice to stay steady. “If memory serves, the mountain range just outside the city holds some demonic beasts.”

“Any sixth-rank beasts in the area?” Jiang Qian pressed.

The City Lord forced a laugh. “If there were, Tianze City would’ve been flattened ages ago!”

“I see. Well, I’ll be off to do some beast hunting then.” With that, Jiang Qian rose and strode away.

Hardly had Jiang Qian left when Qian Zhongxian emerged from the shadows.

Staring after the departing figure, Qian Zhongxian said coolly, “If the Crown Prince could win him over before King Qin does, it’d tip the balance in his favor.”

“But it’s too late. He’s already pledged to King Qin.”

Turning to the City Lord, Qian Zhongxian’s gaze turned razor-sharp. “How are preparations progressing?”

The City Lord answered immediately, “Our men are inside the Jiang Estate, but so far, we haven’t gotten a chance to slip Jiang Qian the pill.”

“It doesn’t matter. There’s still time.” Qian Zhongxian’s tone was edged with menace. “That pill must be given to Jiang Qian. Otherwise, neither of us could handle him.”

The City Lord nodded solemnly. “Understood, Sir Qian. I will see it done.”

“Good. Finish the task, and everything I promised will be delivered—without exception.” With that, Qian Zhongxian turned and left.

The City Lord watched him go, calling out, “Thank you for your favor, Sir Qian!”

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Meanwhile—

Jiang Qian had already made his way home, just in time to run into the nanny carrying little Jiang Ling.

“Young Master Jiang!” The nanny stopped and bowed in greeting.

Jiang Qian nodded and knelt to ruffle Jiang Ling’s hair, breaking into a gentle smile. “You grow up strong and healthy, alright?”

“Big Brother…” Jiang Ling said in her sweet, childish voice.

Jiang Qian blinked in surprise, looking at the nanny. “She’s not even a year old yet, is she?”

The nanny nodded. “Yes, but Miss Jiang Ling is very bright. She can already say quite a lot.”

Just over a year old and already talking so much? A real prodigy?

Jiang Qian pinched Jiang Ling’s pudgy cheek and grinned. “A little genius, are you?”

“Guess I rescued myself a real prodigy.”

He turned to the nanny. “Take Jiang Ling back to her room.”

“Yes, Young Master.” The nanny nodded and carried Jiang Ling away.

—

Night crept in.

Clad in jet-black night gear, Jiang Qian sat perched on the Jiang Estate rooftop, a fierce, demon-faced mask turning in his hand. His gaze swept over Tianze City’s silent walls.

As the entire city sank into uneasy silence, he finally stood.

Stretching lazily, a wicked grin curling on his lips, he muttered, “The real show… is about to begin.”

The words had barely left his mouth when he vanished into the night.