“Over these past few days, I’ve already visited Qingyun Pavilion for my brother and found out that Zhi’er not only doesn’t care about this daughter at all, but even harbors inexplicable hatred towards her.”
“For all these years, it has been Ming Deng who has been raising this child. Even if someone were to arrive within an hour, it would most likely be Ming Deng. That woman is currently in the palace, and the Emperor cannot do without her now.”
“It doesn’t matter, one is as good as a hundred. If she doesn’t come, so be it. At most, it just gives her a few more days to live. If she does come today, let her pay for what she has done with her life.”
A flash of sharp light crossed An Xuetang’s eyes, a fleeting hint of murderous intent that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Ming Deng and Zhi Er, these two cannot be left, especially Zhi Er. It was she who killed Hua Duo Er, so of course she will avenge Hua Duo Er.
On the other side, the Xirong evil clan’s minions who had been ambushing outside Beijiang Wangfu also saw their young master. They saw him bound to the stone lion statue at the entrance of the mansion.
They were itching to rush out and save the people, but without their master’s orders, they dared not act rashly. This was a matter that couldn’t be taken lightly. So after the Northern Border Princess finished speaking, they immediately sent someone back to find Ming Deng and explain the situation.
Upon learning that Shuai Shuai had been tied up outside the palace by An Xue Tang, Ming Deng’s face changed instantly. He jumped up from his chair, his eyes blazing with fury, gritting his teeth and asking, “What did you say?”
The subordinate rushed back and knelt with a thud, quickly repeating, “My lord, the young master has been tied to the stone lion statue outside the mansion by the North Border Princess. And…and that North Border Princess also said that if you and the clan leader don’t appear within an hour, she…she will directly burn the young master.”
<Ming Deng listened again and confirmed he hadn't misheard. He was so angry that he raised his hand and slammed the table, instantly splitting it in half. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Damn it, how could An Xue Tang be so ungrateful? Doesn't she remember that she only woke up because of Shuang Shuang's efforts? If it wasn't for Shuang Shuang saving her, how could she have lived to this day?"
This is also the reason why he felt at ease letting Shuangshuang continue to stay in Bei Jiang Wangfu.
Because he knew that Shuangshuang had saved the Northern Border Princess and had previously been mistaken by the people of the Northern Border Prince’s Mansion for Mo Yunjing’s younger sister, for these two reasons, no matter what, with An Xuetang’s temperament, she would not be able to take Shuangshuang’s life.
Moreover, given what happened recently, the people of Beijang Royal Residence should believe Shuangshuang even more. After all, this time too, Shuangshuang saved them once again.
That’s why he and Zi’er are very disappointed in Shuangshuang now.
Prior to this, he and Zhi’er had only just managed to sneak into the Bei Jiang Wangfu. They even went so far as to use up the ancestral medicine, all in order to achieve their goal and control Feng Ming.
As the master of Xuntang Valley and An Xuetang’s trusted elder brother, controlling him would not be difficult at all. Once he was under control, obtaining the weapons held by those in Xuntang Valley would be a piece of cake.
That’s precisely why he and Zhi’er gritted their teeth and took out the ancestral secret medicine, using three at once.
And the plans for that evening went very successfully too, even someone like Fu’er believed what Zhi’er and he had said.
Once the hour arrives, Fu’er will drain that child’s blood and let Feng Ming drink the child’s heart blood. That night, Qingzhi had already implanted a new kind of poison in Feng Ming’s body – a mind-controlling poison. As long as Fu’er allows Feng Ming to wake up, the poison Qingzhi planted will take effect.
Everything was going according to plan, but neither he nor Zhi’er expected that Shuangshuang, this white-eyed wolf, would actually sabotage their plans.
It turns out that he would actually use the blood gu in his own body to devour all the venom in Feng Ming’s body after they left the courtyard.
It was precisely because of her interference that he and Zhi’er ended up wasting their effort yet again this time.
The fact that he messed up this matter had already made both Zhi’er and him furious. So even though he later received news that the princess and others in Beijang had also learned of Shuangshuang’s true identity and knew about Zhi’er’s relationship with the emperor, he was still angry.
He initially thought about rushing back to pick up Shuangshuang, lest his identity had already been exposed and she would be captured and tortured by the people of Beijang王府. After all, she was the young mistress of the Xiyu Evil Clan.
But Chi’er refused absolutely.
That night, Zhi’er failed to kill Huador personally and was instead drugged by her. The type of poison was unknown, concocted by someone with powerful toxicity. If he hadn’t arrived in time that night, Zhi’er would have been unconscious in the palace.
It was him who brought Zhier back and gave her the antidote in time, so she wasn’t in much danger.
Chi’er found out about Shuangshuang’s actions soon after she woke up, and her feelings for Shuangshuang naturally turned into hatred.
He kept berating Shuangshuang, calling her a heartless ingrate over and over again. But what good were all those insults, no matter how harsh, back then?
Their carefully laid trap has been ruined. The next time they want to infiltrate the Bei Jiang Wangfu, it will be even harder than reaching the heavens.
This matter not only made Zhi’er furious, but he was also angry. But after all, he had feelings for Shuangshuang; she was the child he had raised with his own hands, and there was no way he could ignore her life or death.
So, I suggested to Zhi’er that we go pick Shuangshuang up.
But without a doubt, the moment the proposal was uttered, it was instantly shot down by Zhi’er with a flick of her wrist.
At that time, Zhi’er even threatened that if he dared to go to the Beijang Royal Manor to bring the person back, the Western Regions Evil Clan would not tolerate him and Shuangshuang.
He knew Che’er was on edge and could say anything.
And he was also angry at that moment, feeling that Shuangshuangqian shouldn’t have ruined the trap they had painstakingly set.
Then it occurred to her, she had helped the Bei Jiang Royal Manor three times already. No matter what, someone like An Xue Tang wouldn’t strike down a savior.
To his surprise, just a few days had passed and An Xuetang had taken such action. It seemed that Huaduoer’s death had dealt her a heavy blow, causing her to disregard any sense of gratitude for saving her life.
The Ming lantern stood rooted to the spot for a long while, lost in thought. Finally, as if he’d come to a decision, he hurried away, snatched his sword from its scabbard and strode out.
But the subordinate still timely reminded, “Master, should we inform the chieftain about this?”
The Ming Deng stopped in his tracks. He understood Zhi’er better than anyone; she would never agree to go and rescue Shuangshuang at this time. After all, this clearly looked like a trap set by An Xuetang and the others, waiting for them to walk right into it.
Now going to Beijang Wangfu is tantamount to going to one’s death.
He couldn’t possibly let Chi’er go to her death, so someone had to be saved, but it had to be him who did it. Chi’er couldn’t appear.
Thinking this, he glared at the people around him, “Don’t tell the chief about this for now. Wait until we bring the young master back, then everyone follow me.”