SBCEJM -Chapter 150 The Most Miserable Kidnapper in History! Twelve Little Ancestors Who Could Take Your Life

“Your Highness, up ahead is Maple Leaf Manor.”

As soon as the coachman finished speaking, Feng Zheyan suddenly heard a chilling sound that made her scalp tingle—

“Little ancestors, please stop crying! Grandpa is begging you!”

“Waaah… Grandpa also wants to sleep…”

The voice was so shrill it sounded like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed, mixed with desperate sobbing.

【What the heck! That’s Qi Mingde’s voice?】

Feng Zheyan lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.

From the distant manor came the cries of children, mixed with a man’s utterly broken wails.

【System, what happened to Qi Mingde? Sounds like he’s about to die!】

The system replied gleefully：【Host, he’s currently holding Lin Xiang’s youngest grandson and pacing around the courtyard!】

【A rough man in his fifties, rocking a baby while humming lullabies…】

Feng Zheyan couldn’t help but shiver.

Just imagining that scene was already painful to the eyes.

【And he sings terribly. The baby is getting more and more scared and crying even harder!】

Chu Tiankuo jumped off the carriage, his expression complicated.

“Constable Li, take your men and flank from the back entrance. The Prince and I will enter from the front.”

“Yes!”

Li Yong led several officers toward the rear of the manor quietly.

【System, if we rush in like this, will the children be taken hostage?】

【Don’t worry, Qi Mingde is already exhausted and barely surviving on sheer willpower.】

【He’s so drained he’s weaker than a chicken right now!】

Feng Zheyan and Chu Tiankuo strode toward the main gate.

Before they even arrived, Qi Mingde’s desperate voice rang out again:

“I’ll give you anything you want! Please stop crying!”

“I really can’t take it anymore… sob…”

【Hahaha! That old man is completely broken!】

【Judging by his tone, he’s already mentally shattered!】

Chu Tiankuo snorted coldly: “Let’s go in.”

Bang!

He kicked the door open, the wooden panels crashing loudly.

What they saw inside made both of them freeze.

Qi Mingde looked disheveled, unshaven, with dark panda-like eye bags.

He was holding a kidnapped baby, swaying unsteadily in the courtyard.

His legs trembled like they were made of jelly.

He was humming a horribly off-key lullaby:

“Sleep, sleep, my little baby…”

His voice was hoarse, worse than a broken gong.

The baby in his arms cried even harder, tiny fists pounding his chest.

Its little feet kicked wildly, as if protesting this deadly lullaby.

【My god! This old man has lost so much weight!】

【He’s walking like he’s floating—worse than a street beggar!】

Qi Mingde turned around sharply when he heard the noise.

But instead of fear, his first reaction was—

Relief.

His eyes lit up with joy.

Like he had just seen a savior.

“You’re here at last! Help me soothe this child!”

As he spoke, he tried to shove the baby into Chu Tiankuo’s arms:

“I really can’t handle it anymore!”

Chu Tiankuo shoved him away with a dark face:

“You kidnapper! And you still have the nerve to ask for help!”

Qi Mingde finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly retreated.

But he was too exhausted—he staggered and barely managed to steady himself against the wall.

【Host, in his current condition, he couldn’t even hold a knife properly.】

Feng Zheyan stepped forward and took the baby from his trembling hands.

The moment the baby saw a stranger, it cried even louder.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Big sister will take you home to your parents.”

She gently soothed it.

Strangely, as soon as she spoke, the baby actually stopped crying.

It blinked its big eyes at her, reaching out to grab her hair.

Then it broke into a toothless smile.

【Huh? Am I that comforting? Do I have nanny talent?】

【Host, you carry the scent of Lingxi Water. It calms children.】

【Oh, so that’s it!】

At that moment, voices came from inside the room:

“Grandpa Qi, I’m hungry! I want osmanthus cake!”

“I want honey water! The sweet kind!”

“I need to pee! Hurry, I can’t hold it!”

“Grandpa Qi, why aren’t you paying attention to us?”

Qi Mingde’s face turned a sickly green.

His whole body began trembling violently.

“I quit! I really quit!”

He suddenly sat on the ground and burst into tears.

His voice was like a slaughtered pig:

“Whatever rebirth plan, whatever Twelve Zodiac Formation—go to hell!”

“Take me away! Please!”

“I never want to see children again!”

Chu Tiankuo was stunned.

This kidnapper actually surrendered voluntarily?

Li Yong and the others rushed in from the back entrance, equally dumbfounded.

None of them could understand what they were seeing.

【Hahaha, this is hilarious. This isn’t kidnapping kids—it’s the kids kidnapping him!】

【And twelve little demons teaming up to kidnap an old man!】

【Host, Qi Mingde has completely questioned life itself!】

【Yesterday he was shouting in the courtyard: ‘What did I even do wrong?!’】

Feng Zheyan walked into the room holding the baby.

The other children immediately gathered around her.

The room was filled with toys, food scraps, and crooked drawings on the walls.

Clearly the “masterpieces” of the children.

“Sister, are you also here to play with us?”

A five-year-old boy asked innocently, eyes sparkling.

“I’m here to take you home,” Feng Zheyan said flatly.

The children immediately burst into tears.

The sound shook the beams of the house.

“We don’t want to go home!”

“No! We want to stay with Grandpa Qi!”

Feng Zheyan covered her ears, overwhelmed.

【System, what is this situation? Kidnapped children refusing to leave their kidnapper?】

【Is this… Stockholm syndrome?】

The system explained：【Host, these children are from wealthy families with strict rules!】

【No this, no that—studying all day, learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Exhausting.】

【Here, they’re free to do whatever they want. Qi Mingde even treats them like little ancestors.】

【For them, it’s basically paradise.】

A boy hugged Feng Zheyan’s leg:

“Sister, Grandpa Qi is really good to us!”

“He cooks for us every day and plays hide-and-seek with us!”

“At home I have to memorize books and write essays. It’s so boring!”

“And the teacher hits our hands with a ruler—it hurts so much!”

A girl tugged her sleeve:

“Exactly! Grandpa Qi never hits us!”

“When I dropped a teacup at home, the maid made me kneel!”

“But here, Grandpa Qi just asks if I got burned!”

Chu Tiankuo’s expression twitched violently.

【Host, Qi Mingde has been exhausting himself just to please these ‘little ancestors’.】

【Yesterday he went into the city at midnight to buy roast duck for a nine-year-old.】

【The day before he stayed up all night making twelve lanterns for an eight-year-old.】

【He even memorized Journey to the West just to tell stories to a five-year-old!】

Feng Zheyan looked at Qi Mingde, who was now squatting on the ground crying.

Where was any trace of a “divine physician”?

His hair was a mess like a bird’s nest, and his beard was full of unknown debris.

His clothes were wrinkled and stained with who-knows-what.

【This old man looks worse than a beggar now!】

【The most miserable kidnapper in history!】

“Grandpa Qi, why are you crying?”

A chubby boy ran over.

He wiped Qi Mingde’s tears with his soft little hands:

“Are you sick? Do you want candy? I have very sweet candy!”

He pulled out a sticky candy from his pocket and tried to feed it to him.

Qi Mingde looked at that innocent face, and cried even harder.

“Little ancestors… please go home!”

“I really can’t hold on anymore!”

“If this continues, I’ll die before you all!”

The chubby boy tilted his head in confusion:

“Grandpa, what does ‘die’ mean? Is it going to the west to play?”

“I want to go too! Can you take me?”