Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3194: Political Power Came From the Barrel of a Gun

The treasonous letter hadn’t been written by Marquis Xuanping, and the marquis himself had been utterly baffled by it.

Political power came from the barrel of a gun. Although Marquis Xuanping was wealthy, he had no military power. Starting a rebellion would only mean swapping one group of oppressors for another to exploit him.

Only someone with acid in their brain would attempt something that foolish.

Trying to raise an army right under the emperor’s nose in the capital? That would just lead to a quicker death.

Ning Shu couldn’t light a lamp, as Gu Fanlu was asleep beside her, so she had to rely on her own eyesight in the dark.

She searched everywhere but couldn’t find any discarded practice sheets from Gu Fanlu’s calligraphy exercises.

Wasn’t he supposed to have been spending every day either reading or practicing calligraphy? Then why couldn’t she find a single trace of his handwriting?

Ning Shu squinted until her eyes were sore, flipping through his books. She finally saw handwriting on the pages.

She had seen the handwriting of Marquis Xuanping before and could tell that Gu Fanlu’s handwriting was different.

However, it couldn’t be ruled out that Gu Fanlu had forged the marquis’s handwriting.

Otherwise, why would all his usual calligraphy practice sheets be gone?

She almost laughed out loud. Of course they were gone.

Gu Fanlu must have destroyed them.

Just then, she heard him stir and roll over in bed. Quickly, she slipped out of the room.

With a swift leap, Ning Shu vaulted over the courtyard wall and headed toward the Lotus Pavilion.

She took advantage of the night and slipped over to the pavilion. Yin Qing had dropped her bracelet there. She would surely come back to look for it.

Ning Shu heard a disturbance in the water. Along the riverbank, someone held up a lantern.

Several people were in the water, searching for something.

From time to time, someone would surface for air before diving back down to continue the search.

They must be Zhuo Cheran’s men.

Ning Shu released her spiritual consciousness and saw Zhuo Cheran sitting in the pavilion, waiting for his men to find the item.

Even he had no better options. He was forced to come out in the middle of the night like this.

Yin Qing had lost a bracelet and was clearly flustered. It was just a bracelet, and Zhuo Cheran could’ve easily presented her with dozens or even hundreds of other bracelets without batting an eye.

But no, Yin Qing insisted on retrieving the one she lost.

That left them no choice but to blindly fumble through the water like this.

Even after all this time, they still had no leads. Zhuo Cheran drank his tea with a grim expression.

“Your Grace, should we drain the water here? It would make the search much easier,” one of his men suggested.

Zhuo Cheran rubbed his temples. “I don’t care what you do. Just find the bracelet.”

For a man to go to such lengths for a woman, it was no wonder Yin Qing would eventually devote herself to supporting Zhuo Cheran.

Ning Shu chuckled inwardly. He could keep searching all he wanted. That bracelet had already been reduced to dust.

“I feel like someone’s watching us,” Zhuo Cheran suddenly said. The longer he sat there, the stronger the sensation became.

Ning Shu hadn’t expected him to be so sharp. She quickly withdrew her spiritual consciousness and slipped away into the darkness.

“There’s definitely someone here,” Zhuo Cheran said with a cold expression. His guards immediately disappeared into the shadows.

Ning Shu had originally intended to find Yin Qing, but she was surely being guarded by Zhuo Cheran’s people.

And Yin Qing herself carried a gun.

Ning Shu ran quickly and quietly. She rushed back to Marquis Xuanping’s residence.

She lay back down on the bed. Although she had dealt with Yin Qing’s dimensional trading device, there were still many guns left in this plane.

Humans were made of flesh and blood. None of them was immune to the firepower of guns and explosives.

MTL Editor: Ran