Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

The summer night was sultry and humid, and there was an extremely pungent smell in the air.The doorbell of Singston Tavern jingled, and a drunk man staggered to the entrance of the alley and pointed at the wall to unbutton his trousers.

Darcy was about to put his hands over Mary's eyes when she turned her head quickly, her back tensed.It seemed that she had been pre-cued from the foul air.After the rustling sound of water, the drunk man staggered back to the tavern, she let out a faint breath, and relaxed her tense body.

Darcy leaned back in his chair, hiding his unusually cold expression in the darkness.

Neither of them spoke, just waiting quietly.

After a few minutes, four burly drunk men walked out of the alley supporting each other, and seeing the luxury carriage parked by the side of the road, their cloudy eyes revealed greed.

"Fuck! Whose car is blocking my way? Hurry up and get out of the way!" a drunk man yelled aggressively.

While apologizing, the coachman drove the carriage away, but was torn off by the profuse sweat, who punched him twice without saying a word.At the same time, three other big men banged on the car door, threatening the people in the car to get down quickly.Their intent to rob was clear.

If it was an ordinary woman, she would have been so frightened by them that she would have cried and begged for mercy, trembling, but Mary remained calm and looked at Darcy opposite her with calm and trusting eyes.Darcy didn't move, his slender legs were elegantly folded together, his fingers were crossed on his knees, his posture looked relaxed and leisurely.

A drunk man looked into the car and saw Mary's beautiful face through the lights of the tavern.He couldn't help showing a surprised expression, and then blew a loud whistle, "Hey, guys, it's a woman! Come to the tavern so late, are you crazy about men? Baby, let us satisfy you! "

His companion also became excited, teasing Mary with the most obscene language, and some even reached into their crotch and rubbed them.The group of teenagers squatting at the entrance of the alley approached quietly, holding iron bars in their hands, and seemed to want to rescue their employers.

Darcy finally put down his crossed legs, and suddenly pushed the car door hard.There was a loud bang, and the big man closest to the door fell to the ground clutching his nose, blood gurgling from his fingers.The other three big men surrounded him ferociously, but they all froze when they were about to attack, because a pistol was pressed against someone's temple.The air froze at this moment, and a gloomy chill climbed up their backs from the soles of their feet.

"Please leave quietly, right now." The man's voice was very low, as if suppressing some violent emotion.

He pressed down with his thumb and clicked the gun into the chamber.

There was a sound of pattering water, and the big man who was compared to him was so scared that he peed.His companions were not much better either, their faces pale as ghosts.Seeing this, the teenagers retreated back to the alley, reconfirming the noble identity of the employer.Such an exquisite pistol can not only be bought with money, but also requires power and connections.

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness!" The three bowed again and again, then picked up their companion who was still lying on the ground and left quickly.

Darcy sat back slowly, hiding his face in the darkness again.He was afraid that his stern expression might frighten Mary, even though part of his anger stemmed from her audacity and recklessness.

"It's a good thing you came with me, Mr. Darcy. That saved me a lot of trouble." There was lightness in Mary's voice.She found nothing wrong with Darcy.

"Are you still planning to come by yourself?" Darcy squeezed the words through his teeth.

"Of course not. A woman appears in this kind of place in the middle of the night. I can imagine everything she will suffer! Although I hate Wickham, I never intend to pay myself for revenge." Mary immediately shook her head in denial.

Darcy made no answer, but breathed heavily through his nose, and clenched his hands into fists on his knees.

The conversation had just ended when the man who made them wait for more than half an hour finally walked out of the tavern door.He was alone, staggering along the wall, cursing something in his mouth.

Mary sat up straight, leaned close to the car window, and stared at him for a moment.

The light of the tavern hit her face, and the blue eyes that were always gentle and infinite were filled with ice-coldness.Her expression was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, weird and terrifying.This is her hidden side, the insidiousness and cruelty cultivated in the man-eating palace.She didn't want to hide anything, so she showed it openly in front of Darcy.If he proposes to her, sooner or later he will find the real her.But even if there is no possibility of their union, she still wants him to know who she really is, which is an inexplicable desire.

Darcy straightened his back too, and looked towards Wickham.But he only glanced at him lightly and then put all his eyes on Mary.The lines of her face were extremely tight, and her eyes reflected a cold light, giving her a majestic majesty.Although the bottom of his heart was still burning with anger, he had to admit that every aspect of Mary fascinated him.

Seeing the target, the teenagers crouching in the corner stood up.One of them walked over quickly, waved the iron rod in his hand without warning, and hit Wickham on the head.The dull pounding sound made Mary curl her lips in satisfaction.

Wickham fell suddenly to the ground, uttering a faint groan.The severe headache made him completely unable to resist.The teenagers surrounded him with punches and kicks, and if they got close, they could still hear the sound of bones breaking.The drunks passing by were not surprised and walked away from it.

Wickham covered his head tightly with his hands, curled up his body to protect his vitals.His fists and kicks gradually stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, and timidly looked up, and then his scalp felt a sharp pain.Someone grabbed his hair, exposing his handsome face to the moist air.

"You look good!" A teenager sighed and drew a dagger from his back.

"You, what do you want to do?" The terrified expression distorted his deep and three-dimensional facial features.

Mary crossed her legs, resting her cheek on one hand, with a faint smile on her pink lips, and Wickham's expression in her blue eyes.Her posture is elegant and casual, as if she is watching a play, and it is obvious that she is pleased by the wonderful performances of the actors.

But Darcy felt that the good show outside could not be compared with Mary in front of him.The closer he gets to the real Mary, the less he can restrain his feelings.A strong-willed and extraordinary mistress is exactly what the Darcy family needs most at present.Again, Mary is a half body specially created by God for him.

A miserable howl brought him back to his sanity, and he looked out of the window, only to find that the boy was cutting Wickham's face with a knife.A bloody gash ran from the corner of Wickham's right eye across his nose and ran through his entire face. The flesh and blood rolled up, and his handsome and charming features were as hideous as evil ghosts at the moment. Even if it was cured, it would leave indelible scars.It is conceivable that Wickham, who is omnipotent among women, will eventually become a thing of the past.

Mary looked at the bloody scene in front of her with admiring eyes, and the disgust in her heart was appeased by screams, but it still didn't disappear completely.If in Daxia, there would be hundreds of court sticks waiting for Wickham, he would die in the most painful way, his body would be beaten into a puddle of mud, even Lydia could not escape the fate of Shentang.All those who are ashamed of the family will be ruthlessly obliterated by the family. This is the most common method used by aristocratic families to maintain their dignity.

Although she became a commoner, the privileged education she received since she was a child made it impossible for Mary to erase the indifference to human life engraved in her bones.Her current way of doing things can be described as 'moderate'.

"This is a perfect ending." She said lightly, and there was still a trace of coldness in Darcy's eyes.

Darcy was bewitched by her rare and glamorous posture, he couldn't help but caressed her eyelids, and slowly approached her.The two stared at each other, and the already humid air became as sticky as water.

"My honorable lady, are you satisfied with our performance?" A knock on the door interrupted their staring.

Darcy opened the car door with a gloomy expression. The young man saw his expression clearly and took a step back in fright.

"Very satisfied." Mary nodded, and handed over an inconspicuous cloth bag, "You count."

Regardless of his fear, the young man quickly took the bag, took out the banknotes inside and counted them.A few minutes later, he held the cloth bag tightly in his arms, bowed to Mary, and said quickly, "If there is still such a business in the future, miss, you can come to Whitechapel to find me. My name is Carlette. Goodbye!" He After running away in a hurry, a group of teenagers followed, leaving only Wickham lying on the ground and screaming in pain.

Wickham covered the wound with his hands, and the severe pain took away all his sanity, so he didn't see the scene of the boy's transaction with Mary, and he didn't know that his revengeful person was quietly watching him in agony.

The coachman asked tremblingly, "Mr. Darcy, can we leave?"

"Wait!" Mary stopped Darcy who was about to nod.She found a group of burly men walking towards Wickham, their expressions reflected fiercely in the dim light.They surrounded Wickham, a strong man squatted down, took away Wickham's hand to observe his injury, and said regretfully after a while, "It seems that his face can't pay his debts for him, we came late step."

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, Wickham forgot to cry out, and showed a more terrified expression than before.

"Bay, Beliano?" His voice was trembling.

"It's me, you really know how to hide, Wickham!" He stood up, raised his hand and said, "Get him away! Even if you skin him, you have to squeeze money out of him."

A group of people picked up the struggling Wickham and quickly left the dark alley.No one noticed that the man named Beliano quickly exchanged glances with Darcy, and gave him a slight nod in salute.

"It turned out to be Wickham's creditor. What will they do with him? Misfortunes never come singly!" Mary sighed, but there was no sympathy in her words.

"Without his handsome face, Wickham's value will be greatly reduced. He can only sell his labor to pay off his debts. As far as I know, they may sell him to mines in South Africa or plantations in Southeast Asia." Darcy Said in a calm tone.

Mines in South Africa and plantations in Southeast Asia?That is equivalent to the existence of hell.Mary nodded suddenly, and then showed a sweet smile.

"You can go." Darcy took a deep look at her and knocked on the car wall behind him.

The carriage moved slowly.