Lace Glory Universe King GL - Chapter 4

Before entering the banquet hall, Liu Bei was a little flustered, going over the procedure and details once again with his assistant.

“Where’s the ring box?”

“It’s here.”

“And the card?”

“Here too.”

“Oh, and where did I put my □□?” No wonder Liu Bei felt something was always missing—he felt unusually light on him.

Shangxiang stepped in to remind him, “I put it in the dressing room cabinet. Don’t look for it now—we’re about to go on stage.”

Liu Bei was about to say something when Shangxiang took his hand. Once she grasped it, his thoughts scattered elsewhere.

She lifted the veil slightly and smiled charmingly at him. “What should I do… I’m a little nervous.”

Liu Bei’s heart skipped a beat. The wedding was imminent, yet he was still mentally trying to convince himself that he was finally marrying the most powerful princess of Wu—his dream was coming true, yet it felt unreal. “I’m the one who’s nervous. You just have to remember to nod in agreement later, that’s all.”

“Mm.” Shangxiang’s hand smoothed the long train of her dress behind her, doing her best to conceal the cumbersome weapon.

The lights brightened. Liu Bei walked out first, and Shangxiang appeared from the other end of the red carpet. Under the gaze of all the guests, she walked beneath the floral arch to join the groom.

But how could a marriage forced by Sun Quan’s coercion ever truly conquer her will?

She bent slightly and, from beneath the layers of her skirt, pulled out a □□, aiming at the champagne tower on the stage.

“Boom!”

The glasses and champagne exploded, the tower collapsing into shards on the floor.

Guests at the end of the red carpet gaped in shock.

The groom raised a hand to shield his face from the flying shards, turning from the most glamorous person in the room to the most embarrassed.

Sun Quan, furious at not having brought a weapon, shouted angrily, “Shangxiang! Stop that!”

The white-clad princess’s eyes sparkled beneath her veil, her anger spilling out for all to hear. “Big brother said it long ago—I am the sole heir of Wu. You stole my position and forced me to marry him. And you think I would go along willingly? Dream on!”

She unleashed another volley of attacks. Guests who had previously been watching for amusement now fled in panic, while those who couldn’t escape hid under the round tables.

Most of the wedding attendees weren’t armed. Taking advantage of the chaos, Shangxiang decided to stop, performing consecutive rolls and escaping the hall. Hua Mulan followed her.

Though the villa was lit, it was night, and the dense trees and winding paths of the antique-style garden provided ample hiding spots.

The recent commotion had caused the area near the banquet hall to erupt in chaos: guards rushing out in search, stunned guests gossiping, and the media setting up for a scoop—the villa was a mess.

She leapt into a sparsely lit area and headed straight for the villa’s exit.

Liu Bei’s  wasn’t very handy. She remembered what her master had told her when learning her skills: everyone’s nature is different, their aggression unique, so weapons are never the same for each person.

“Bang bang!” Two shots came from behind, hitting the water pool.

Turning around, she saw three squads of short, stocky guards in red armor rushing toward her.

Shangxiang hurriedly raised her □□, returning fire while retreating behind a tree.

This prolonged fight wasn’t sustainable, and Sun Quan could appear at any moment—thinking this, Shangxiang resolved to flee. Dropping her □□ would make her faster—but without a weapon…

As she hesitated, a sudden shot hit her shoulder. Pain!

She instinctively clutched her shoulder. The guards, realizing they had hit her, prepared to advance.

Suddenly, a spinning short blade flew between them, grazing the lead guard. A shadowy figure passed by, the clashing of weapons ringing like a fierce rain on stone steps.

Though his face was unseen, this double-sworded, assassin-like figure was unheard of in the Three-Part Land.

Blessed by luck! Shangxiang didn’t question the newcomer, dropping her □□ and sprinting.

Light as a swallow, aided by the double-sworded hero behind her, Shangxiang sped forward without pause and managed to escape.

Where to next?

She had already planned—there was a secret family base, known only to the heir.

It wasn’t particularly mysterious: an underground warehouse converted into a safehouse, with a direct mechanism connecting it to the transit hub and surface. Every corner had alarm systems and anti-eavesdropping devices, stocked with emergency supplies.

But it had never been needed, and now the dust lay thick.

Shangxiang didn’t know if Sun Quan was aware of this location. If he took over her brother’s office, he would eventually find out.

She changed out of the cumbersome wedding dress into a plaid skirt and uniform vest, clothing that wouldn’t expose her identity on the street. Just in case, she added a bright yellow double-breasted hooded coat.

The color was a stark contrast to her usual green attire.

She applied some ointment to her injured right shoulder.

In the monitoring room, she turned on the display. It was nearly 2 a.m., and exhaustion quickly overcame her; she fell asleep.

The next day, Sun Shangxiang saw the headlines about her runaway wedding, along with analytical articles on the princess’s whereabouts. Hungry but cautious, she waited until evening to leave.

She first bought a bag of cooked food at a shop, then blended into the crowd in the bustling market. Amid the glitter and chaos, no one noticed the girl wrapped in a yellow coat.

She moved quickly, turning into narrow alleys, finally reaching a small street filled with inconspicuous shops, away from the bustle.

One shop’s neon sign was broken, only four characters faintly visible: “Old Jin Hardware.” Inside, it was dim, with shelves cluttered with miscellaneous items—business seemed poor.

Recognizing the store, Shangxiang walked in and lifted the curtain to the back room.

A familiar figure looked up under a desk lamp. Old Jin smiled. “Miss, long time no see. Your gear broken again?”

Previously, Shangxiang loved testing things, even taking the Million-Gold Crossbow out to sea to watch cannonballs splash. Overuse often caused minor malfunctions, and Old Jin had become familiar with repairing her weapons. He had told her that even the best equipment couldn’t withstand excessive use.

Shangxiang shook her head helplessly. “No, it was confiscated by my family.”

“What happened?”

Shangxiang couldn’t explain and pretended to be casual: “They were worried I’d get into trouble. Old Jin, you don’t watch TV, right?”

She had wanted to ask if he had seen the news but realized it was unnecessary. Old Jin was a tech recluse—he wouldn’t report her whereabouts even if he had seen it.

“Right. I have a radio and amazing speakers, why would I waste attention on that?” Old Jin gestured to his old devices, wondering why she asked.

“Indeed, nothing good comes from that.”

“Completely agree, my miss.”

“Old Jin, can you make me a crossbow? I’m in a hurry.”

He put down his work, slightly troubled. “To remake it would take at least two to three days…”

“I can’t wait that long. I need it by tomorrow at the latest.”

“Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll use old parts to assemble one. It won’t look as good, but the power won’t be reduced. I can finish it tonight.” He began searching for parts in nearby cabinets.

“That’s fine. I’ll help you.” Shangxiang sat on a low stool.

Old Jin smiled, immersed in the pile of old components as if counting treasures.

“Roll 270, Red Lotus 150 plus 90% deceleration, Crossbow 500—didn’t expect me to remember these?” he murmured.

Shangxiang teased, “Not many customers, that’s why you remember so well.”

Three hours later, a mechanical, yellow-painted Million-Gold Crossbow was ready.

“Try it, miss?” Old Jin asked, removing his dirty gloves.

Shangxiang held the weapon, knowing the backyard was for testing, but decided not to use it in the dead of night.

She thanked Old Jin and returned to the underground base with the weapon.

Night had deepened. That evening, Sun Shangxiang was already detected in the monitoring room.

No matter, she couldn’t stay long. At least now she had a handy weapon.

In the dark, she found the button, then stepped aside.

The mechanism clattered. The floor trembled, then rose like an elevator, the chandelier sinking into darkness beneath her.

She reached the underground train platform, a pillar displaying a poster: “Lovers of Time.”

Finally, she surfaced. The cold wind blew her misty blue hair, fading into pink at the ends. The wind gusted into her coat, giving her a shiver.

Ten meters away, a figure flashed near a traffic light.

It was Liu Bei. A paper floated through the air, spinning in the wind.

She reached for it; as soon as she touched the wind-blown paper, it vanished. Liu Bei’s voice echoed, word by word:

“Shangxiang, you are no longer my fiancée. Before we become enemies, I give you this final warning: Neither Wu nor I will let you go.”

The voice was full of threat and malice.

She immediately summoned her new weapon, gripping it tightly.

The figure disappeared.

In the bleak, rainy night, Shangxiang pulled up her hood, about to leave alone. But a sudden barrage of cannon fire blocked her path.

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