Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

The little boy seemed incredulous, "Give it to... me?"

"Take it, your sister is still waiting for you to come home." Hua Ting patted his shoulder.

"Thank you..." The little boy took the money and looked up at the three people in front of him. "Thank you, sisters. Can I ask who you are? When I make money in the future, I will definitely repay you."

"No need, go back quickly." Hua Ting smiled and waved to him.

The little boy said nothing more and turned away.

As they walked along the road, Hua Ting asked, "Madam, what's wrong? You've been a little absent-minded since just now."

Qiao Yisha shook her head. "I just felt that the little boy looked so familiar. I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before, but I really don't know him."

"Maybe he looks like a kid we passed by on the street." Shen Wu said casually.

"Maybe," Joysa stopped thinking about it. "Poor thing. He lost his parents at such a young age and was almost instigated to become a thief."

An accident happened and everyone lost interest in continuing shopping, so they didn't stay any longer and got in the car to return to the manor.

On the way, Qiao Yisha suddenly asked, "Why did Nangong Xianyue suddenly send you here? Are you two the only ones here?"

Hua Ting secretly exchanged a glance with Shen Wu, "Young Master said that women have more things to talk about. They can protect you and chat with you at the same time."

"Did something happen in Xizhou?" Qiao Yisha looked straight ahead with a calm tone.

"You..." Shen Wu's eyes widened, "How could you..."

"Awu!" Hua Ting immediately called out to her and then explained to Qiao Yisha, "Madam, nothing happened. The young master said that the chaos in Xizhou is more troublesome than expected and he might be back later, so he asked us to come here, just the two of us."

"Really..." Qiaoisha smiled.

Hua Ting stopped talking, Shen Wu patted his chest with lingering fear, and Frank in the driver's seat listened to it all quietly.

At night, Qiao Yisha did not receive a call from Nangong Xianyue.

……

Xizhou.

The aged elder bowed before Xueru and reported, "Your Majesty, I have consulted the gods, and they said that five days from now will be the best time to bestow upon you the crown and scepter. By then, the gods will protect you for the rest of your life."

"Five days later?" Xueru frowned. "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Anyway, the throne has long been in her pocket.

"There are two more things, Your Majesty, I don't know whether I should tell you."

"Go ahead."

"God has informed me that before Your Majesty officially ascends the throne, you must not order anyone to be killed, nor hold a funeral in the palace. Otherwise, your throne may be in jeopardy."

"What?" Xueru glared at him, gnashing her teeth. "Can't kill? Can't hold a funeral? You better not be kidding me."

"I dare not, Your Majesty. You must ascend the throne with a pure body, and must not be stained by blood and bad luck."

Xueru turned and looked out the window. Nangong Xianyue had been imprisoned, and Moga Xianer was dead.

Right now, she wanted to order the killing of Nangong Xianyue, hold a funeral for Moga Xianer, and then announce to the world that she, Xueru, was the new queen.

She closed her eyes. It was only five days. No matter how powerful Nangong Xianyue was, he couldn't change anything.

……

Five days later, Xizhou Palace.

Inside the holy church, the giant statue looked down with its eyes lowered, and hundreds of people in formal attire stood in an orderly manner on both sides. The scene was solemn and dignified.

Under the elders' blessing, the woman, wearing a white long dress and a red cloak, walked barefoot on the carpet and walked step by step towards the throne at the feet of the giant statue.

How long had she waited for this moment, planning for half her life, even at the cost of sacrificing her father to keep her son, and in the end, she even killed her own son.

Thinking of Mogaxianer, a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, but was quickly swept away by the magnificent throne in front of her. Her expression became cold and her steps were firm.

She stepped onto the throne, turned around and sat down, and her servants knelt at her feet to adjust her cloak.

The elder picked up the two scepters, slowly handed them to her, and then held the crown in both hands.

Xueru smiled and lowered her head, waiting for the crown to fall, and then all the people would kneel down.

The curve of the corners of his mouth could hardly be concealed.

The crown was slowly placed on her head, and suddenly there was a deafening "bang" sound, and the whole church seemed to be shaken.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. The elder was so frightened that his hand shook and the crown fell on the carpet.

"What's going on?" Xueru stood up and yelled, her voice echoing in the church. "Go out and see who's trying to kill themselves."

Before the servants left, two slender figures slowly appeared at the door, coming against the light, and their faces could not be seen clearly for a moment.

However, everyone saw the silver pistols in their hands.

"Who are you? How dare you bring a gun into a church? It's the Queen's coronation."

"These two shadows look so familiar..."

"This……"

As they approached the crowd, someone saw their faces and immediately showed a look of horror, "It's... it's... Nan... Nangong..."

His name seemed like a taboo that he couldn't say out loud.

Xueru, standing on a high place, saw who was coming and flew into a rage: "Aren't you imprisoned? Why are you here?"

The people who came were Nangong Xianyue and Qiu Yi, who were supposed to be in prison.

"Someone... catch him for me!"

The servants were unarmed and dared not do anything even if they surrounded them, for fear that the bullets would hit them.

"I told you to capture them, are you deaf?!" Xueru was so angry that her face turned ferocious and she pointed down and yelled.

"Don't be impatient." Nangong Xianyue smiled faintly and spun the silver pistol in his hand. "Let me show you a show."

He raised his hand gentlemanly, motioning everyone to look towards the gate.

Black shadows covered the light in front of the door, and four tall men in pure white appeared. After they slowly approached, everyone noticed that they were carrying something on their shoulders.

After seeing it clearly, everyone showed expressions of horror without exception.

It turned out to be a black coffin, carved with patterns and inlaid with gems. It was gorgeous, depressing and eerie.

Someone recognized it with sharp eyes: "This is His Majesty's coffin. Oh my God, what on earth does he want to do?"

"What is he doing carrying the former king's coffin in for the Queen's coronation?"

"He must still be holding a grudge against the king for stealing his throne!"

"The devil! He didn't let him go even after the king died."

Xueru was also frightened. Her legs went limp and she fell onto the throne. "Nangong Xianyue, what do you want to do?"

Eight tall men dropped the coffin not far from the throne, and then stood beside Nangong Xianyue with expressionless faces.

"What do I want to do?" Nangong Xianyue pretended to be surprised. "It's your child who wants to witness your coronation."

"Are you crazy? How can you bring a coffin into a place like this?"

Xueru yelled, "Come, come! Take him back and lock him up. Also, take this coffin out and let the ceremony continue."

"He is your child. What's wrong with wanting to witness your coronation? Why do you want him to go out?" Nangong Xianyue looked at her with a smile.

"No, he's already dead. Staying here will only bring bad luck to me," Xueru said, pushing the attendant beside her fiercely. "I order you to carry the coffin out."