My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-125

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When the carriage did not stop, Qiao Wenjuan’s feelings could be described as having “exploded.”

The grievances, resentment, and hatred in her heart reached a boiling point, nearly toppling over!

These people really did not wait for her? They were really so cruel as to throw her into a group of zombies, not caring about her life at all!

Speaking of which, if it were not for Qiao Mu allowing her to be bitten by her poisonous squirrel and standing by while doing nothing at her misfortune, why would she leave the group and head off on her own to tread deep into the forest?

Qiao Zhongbang’s guess was right.

After Qiao Wenjuan left in a pique, she got tired from wandering around in the forest and sat down to rest and ended up falling asleep unexpectedly.

She woke up from suffocation. When she opened her eyes, there was an enlarged decayed face a few centimeters from her eyes, and she almost fainted from fright.

With a strength obtained from somewhere unknown, she shoved off the zombie squeezing her neck and looked behind it. There were actually more than 100 zombies slowly moving toward her, encircling her little by little.

When she scampered back to where the carriage was resting, scared witless, she did not expect to be met with the cold abandonment of her family!

Qiao Wenjuan chased after the carriage like a lunatic. She had never known her speed could one day erupt to be on par with that of a carriage!

Inside the cabin, Wei Ziqin was anxiously clutching Qiao Mu’s hand. “Qiaoqiao, she’s catching up!”

“Don’t worry.” Qiao Mu indifferently glanced at the madly chasing Qiao Wenjuan. Her sparse patience had been completely exhausted by this woman.

“Stay here.” Qiao Mu ordered before she jumped out of the cabin and half-knelt on the roof as she watched the panting Qiao Wenjuan with narrowed eyes.

Qiao Wenjuan was harshly biting the inside of her cheeks, her face purple. When she was about three or four steps away from the carriage, she suddenly sprang forward without care and hung onto Second Uncle.

Caught off guard, Second Uncle nearly fell off the carriage from the impact. Thankfully, he had a good hold on the reins, but he had to work hard to control the horses while also coping with the crazed Qiao Wenjuan.

“Wenjuan, what are you doing? Enter the carriage,” Qiao Zhongbang anxiously shouted from his horse.

Qiao Mu lifted her wrist and released two arrows, sending the two zombies running at the forefront flying back.

“Juan’er.” Elderly Lady Qiao went to lift the curtains with her shaking hands. However, due to the turbulence of the carriage, she failed and stumbled backward instead.

Wei Ziqin pressed Elderly Lady Qiao back. “Mother, you should sit tight and not move.”

“Go away!” Elderly Lady Qiao shouted, incensed. “You heartless bunch! Abandoning my Juan’er and fleeing by yourselves! Quickly help her inside.”

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Qiao Mu suddenly jumped down from the roof and slammed her elbow into Qiao Wenjuan’s back. “Scram down.”

“Ah!” Qiao Wenjuan firmly held onto Qiao Zhongxing, fire spitting out from her eyes as she looked back at Qiao Mu.

“You d*mn utterly heartless tyke! You will die miserably!” Qiao Wenjuan sharply screeched.

To her surprise, when she looked back, the little girl’s eyes—vortexes of death—locked onto her, their whirling pitch-black color inexpressibly foreboding.

“You are right! I already died miserably once. This time, I won’t give anyone the chance!” Qiao Mu kicked Qiao Wenjuan’s head. “Scram!”

Qiao Wenjuan screeched continuously.

Seeing this, Elderly Lady Qiao became urgent and poked out half of her body to grab Qiao Mu’s shoulders.