Protect Our Clan Leader

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Meanwhile.

Wang Anye's clear and flawless eyes were bulging, similarly filled with disbelief.

Clearly, he had reacted when this little beggar crashed into him, even tried to avoid, but still ended up bumping into him?

This is strange.

Could it be... this little beggar deliberately staged the bumping, trying to set up Wang Anye?

Huh?

There was no foul smell on him, but a faint fragrance, quite pleasant. Moreover, he is thin and small, his body so soft, it feels comfortable to hold. This is really weird.

Wang Anye felt as if something had grown in his heart. With unusual occurrences, his ordinarily dull heart experienced a rare flutter.

The eyes of the little beggar also met Wang Anye's at a close distance.

They were clear and bright eyes, yet they held a sense of tranquility that other teenagers lacked.

Her initially panicked heart quickly calmed down.

That comfortable and content feeling was like reading a book in a bamboo chair while drizzling rain fell, her heart quiet and relaxed.

Time.

It felt like an eternity, and yet it felt like an instant.

The two lay down quietly on the ground, their gazes intersecting, and time seemed to stand still. Even the wind that brushed past them seemed gentler and more loving.

However.

This beautiful atmosphere was disrupted by a series of sudden, abrupt shouts.

"Little beggar, get up quickly."

"Oh, my goodness, Seventh Young Master, are you alright?"

"You little beggar, don't you watch where you're going, daring to run into the Seventh Young Master."

"Seventh Young Master, are you alright?"

The guards and servants around Wang Anye rushed up in haste, intending to pull away the little beggar.

"Enough." Wang Anye got up, raised his hand calmly to stop the noise of the crowd, then helped the little beggar up and asked with a tranquil gaze, "Little brother, are you alright?"

"No, no problem." The little beggar's face was burning hot as he struggled to retract his hand, lowered his head, and dared not look at Wang Anye.

"That's good." Wang Anye took out a small gold note and handed it to the staff who had chased after him, "This is for his flying carriage ticket."

"Seventh, Seventh Young Master..." The worker was so frightened he didn't know what to do and didn't dare to take the money, "It's, it's all my fault for running into the Seventh Young Master."

Such a young master carried such an exceptional status, if anything went wrong, how could he bear the consequences?

"It's alright, don't panic." Wang Anye patted him gently on the shoulder, "You were just doing your job earlier, there's nothing wrong."

Although Wang Anye was only ten, being from a well-off family, he grew taller than most boys his age.

"Yes, yes." The worker breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his sweat as he hesitated, "But, but... Young Master, the flying carriage ticket to Qingluo Guard has been sold out, the earliest date available is seven days from now."

The Great Steward nearby was nearly choking on his own anger, reprimanding, "Fool, how dare you run out of tickets for the Seventh Young Master? Just cancel someone else's."

"Yes, yes, but..." the worker was breaking out in cold sweat.

"Don't make it hard on him." Wang Anye spoke calmly to soothe, "If the ticket is sold, it's like a promise to the customers. There's no reason to back out at the last minute. Let's do this, since my flying carriage is quite empty, let him join me."

"The Seventh Young Master is correct. I was thoughtless." The Great Steward was feeling greatly guilty, "However, this little beggar is filthy dirty. I'm afraid he may disturb your mood. We should arrange a flying carriage ticket for him seven days later."

"No." The little beggar became anxious when he heard that and opposed in a clear voice, "I can't wait, I must leave today. I can go with this young master, I don't mind him."

The Great Steward rolled his eyes: "What do you mean you don't mind him? Do you know how noble our Seventh Young Master's identity is... Letting you ride together, it's him being kind-hearted, he's the one not minding you."

"Fine, fine, fine, you can say whatever you want, but I must leave today." The voice of the little beggar was clear and crisp, and inexplicably pleasant to the ear.

As she spoke, she looked around nervously, looking both guilty and helpless, like she was trying to avoid something.

Wang Anye saw this and remained expressionless, "Alright, alright, since you're in a hurry, then let's go together. You being there or not, doesn't make much difference. Mr. Qian, the Steward, you need to make arrangements."

The discipline in Wang family was strict. Wang Anye had been influenced since he was young, although his noble air was not ostentatious, his every move was orderly, fully demonstrating the upbringing of a Wang family's son.

"Not at all, not at all, Seventh Young Master." The great steward from the Qian family, was overexcited as if invigorated, passionately saying, "I guarantee complete mission."

Subsequently, under the arrangement of the steward, Wang Anye, his accompanying guards and servants, as well as this "little beggar" of unknown origin, all boarded a special VIP flying carriage.

It was led by a Level Five Zhu Topecrane, and the coachman was an old man with white hair at the Heavenly Human Realm.

The cabin of the flying carriage was constructed from the light yet robust Thousand-Year Suspended Spirit Wood. The craftsmanship was exquisite and intricate runes had been carved on it. Also, the space inside this flying carriage cabin was more than double that of a typical one, partitioned into several positions by fixed screens, and even featured a private bedroom for resting.