"Huh? Could it be that Ayu is Bai Wuyan's son, and Yan Suqing wants to eliminate him completely?"
"Bai Wuyan only has one daughter." He glanced at me with disdain. "It's not that Yan Suqing wants to eliminate the root of the problem, but because Ayu saw something she shouldn't have seen."
What was it? I thought for a moment, "...On a dark and stormy night like this, could Ayu have seen everything without missing a single detail?"
He nodded. "At that time, Ayu was still young but very calm. Even when his master, who had been so kind to him, died in front of him, he didn't rush out. He remained silent because he knew that if even his master couldn't beat someone, rushing out would only be suicide. As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. One day, he would finally kill his enemy and avenge his master. Unfortunately, although he hid well, he still slipped up when he was escaping. It was only because Bai Wuyan held on to his last breath and clung to Yan Suqing that Ayu was able to save his life."
"No way, the Heart-Shattering Palm was once incredibly powerful. How could Yan Suqing possibly handle it?"
“He cheated. He planted people in the Hundred Days Cult. Think about it, how could he make Bai Wuyan notice something was wrong right under Xiao Lianjue’s nose? Could he have done that without someone subtly probing him? If he could do that, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to drug someone.”
"He used to stop at nothing to become the leader of the martial arts alliance. He's been in this position for so many years, he's bound to become increasingly dissatisfied. He probably started having this idea as soon as he helped Jun Guan. This invitation... although it's for A Yu, given your current status, it might be detrimental to you. You'd better not go."
He breathed softly into my ear, his tone teasing, "Being timid and cowardly isn't like you. A troublemaker like you doesn't care about danger or fire, you always want to get involved, don't you?"
This sounds strangely familiar. Isn't this the opening line that Gemini Wei always recites when he reads his older brother's speech?
I pinched him hard, and he laughed as he took my hand and put it to his lips. "You've hardly gone out for the past few months. It's rare that you don't feel bored?"
"Who says it's not boring?"
"Then just treat this trip as a vacation, don't overthink it, I'll take care of everything now."
"Oh, it would be nice to bring Little Bean Sprout... I mean Little Well, along to bask in the sun. It's not good for her to stay cooped up in the warm room all day, is it?"
He pursed his lips again, and it took him a long time to process the fact that his son was a bean sprout named Nangongjing. He didn't give me a kind look all afternoon.
I said, who was just now confidently saying "I'll take care of everything"? You're the first one to give me a dirty look.
Chapter 132
The number of people who went out this time was quite spectacular. It could be said that this was the first time that Nangong Ling had brought the people of the city to appear in public since he became the Supreme Heavenly Lord. I was used to this kind of entourage since I was a child, so I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. My son is not shy either. The little guy has hardly made a fuss since he was born. Usually, his first reaction to people is to smile. The only time he cries is when I annoy him.
"Lian'er!"
The person sitting in the corner of the carriage finally couldn't help but put down the scroll in his hand and look up.
I held Little Sprout and looked at him with a wronged expression. "Little Jing, your dad is so fierce."
He forced a smile, and I could tell from his eyes that he wasn't buying it. "Be quiet."
As soon as you got in the car, you kept your head down and looked at something, ignoring me and not even allowing me to play with my son?
"Also, don't even think about using this as your nickname, let alone your formal name."
"You! You promised me!"
"When? I don't remember."
"You didn't deny it that day at Xianglong Pavilion."
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You didn't deny it, but did I agree?"
I took a deep breath. "Stop the car!"
The man merely narrowed his eyes slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "Be careful going down, don't trip my son."
I was furious and had a lot of anger to vent. The little guy in my arms seemed to realize that I wanted to get out of the car. He pouted, wrinkled his nose, and started crying loudly. One of his small, short hands tightly gripped my clothes, while his other little hand, which was also short, desperately tried to reach for his father.
He shook his head, reached out and pulled my son and me back. "Shaoyou, how much longer until we reach Anqing?"
"If all goes well, we should arrive within an hour," Shaoyou, who had been waiting outside since I called for the car to stop, replied.
"Okay, let's keep going. We don't need to pay too much attention to what some people say."
I shouldn't have trusted him. That's just his nature. I won't be satisfied until I'm furious.
The brat doesn't want his mother anymore now that his dad's holding him. He was crying so hard just a moment ago, and now he's all smiles. Ugh, how pathetic.
He played with his son for a while, and probably because he was tired from crying earlier, he soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He picked up his son and put him on the soft cushion, then covered him with a thin blanket. He turned to look at me, and his gaze gave me goosebumps.
"W-What are you doing?"
She shrank into the corner, clearly trying to avoid him, but the dead man just kept getting closer and closer.
"I suddenly remembered something, but my memory's been bad lately, could you help me think of something..."
Why is this person contradicting himself? I frowned and looked again at his excessively bright eyes. Oh no, there's danger!
"How long has it been since you let me touch you?"
Before he finished speaking, my body went limp, and I almost slid off the soft seat.
"In broad daylight..."
"It's not the first time."
"Still on the way..."
“This carriage is so dark that not even a breeze can get in. As long as we keep our voices down…” he said as he moved closer and reached out to lower the second curtain inside the carriage. “Wouldn’t that be fine?”
I stared wide-eyed, like a startled rabbit, "Son..."
"Even thunder couldn't wake him up."
"Wait... um..."
He kissed me so hard I didn't even have time to catch my breath. I was completely weak. If he hadn't been holding me up, I would have collapsed onto the carpet.
No wonder he asked when he could get to Anqing City; he was thinking about that.
"Don't bite...be gentle!"
"It's one thing to be absent-minded all the time, but you can't even concentrate at a time like this?"
He slapped me hard, slapping away my hands that were protecting my clothes, without the slightest gentleness.
"I'll hate you if you do this."
"Your dislike for me isn't something that just started today."
"..." His hand reached in, and I tensed up, holding back a sound. "You... remind me of... someone very similar to..."
"What?"
His fingers had almost completely robbed me of my reason, and I gritted my teeth and squeezed out two words, "Pervert!"
"Pervert?" He raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I don't mind being one in front of you."
You don't mind, but I do!
After a whole day of fussing, I finally managed to satisfy him and thought I could rest for a while, but the carriage stopped as soon as he finished dressing me.
I couldn't hear anything outside through the heavy curtains. Nangong Ling calmly and slowly styled my hair before putting on an outer garment and lifting the inner curtain.
"Make arrangements around them and let them go in first."
After giving his instructions, he turned back to continue tidying his clothes. Once everything was in order, he carried his son in one arm and helped me down from the carriage with the other, a satisfied smile on his face the whole time.
I blushed and embarrassed all the way to Chunhetang. I should have dug a hole and buried myself in it.
After staying in Anqing for less than three days, they set off again.
May 30th, 3:45 PM, at the west gate of Yanwu Fort.
More than two years later, I returned here again, still with Nangong Ling, but our identities and positions had changed too much.
In the past two years, people would at most call Nangong Young Master or Palace Master of Wuyue Palace. They would only be reluctant to acknowledge his father. How many people truly cared about him?
Returning to this old stomping ground, he is now the number one martial artist in the world. Many people respectfully address him as Heavenly Lord. Everyone knows that the martial arts tournament is just a formality. The position of Alliance Leader is no longer a question of whether one has the strength to hold it, but rather whether Heavenly Lord wants you to sit in this position.
In other words, it was Nangong Ling who was selecting people, and if he found someone he was particularly satisfied with, he might be able to return to the capital and make a name for himself.
The others had all suffered greatly after Nangong Ling's last purge and rectification, so they knew who they couldn't mess with, and they probably wouldn't dare to have any ideas.
But there is one person who is different, and we must be wary of this person.
Chapter 133
It wasn't surprising to see Yan Hailan at Yanwu Fort, but what surprised me was that she was perfectly fine the last time I saw her, but now she was a cripple with severed tendons in her hands and feet.
Are you satisfied with how I've ended up today?
Judging from her expression, I knew this matter was related to me. But the problem was that I hadn't settled the score with her for the time she bit my neck before she disappeared. Then, a whole series of things happened after that, and I would have forgotten about them if I hadn't seen her today. But judging from her tone, she's trying to pin the blame for being crippled on me.
"Who did this?"
I gave Zhao Mama a wink, signaling her to take the little one inside first. If I accidentally said something hurtful, she might make fun of my son, which would be counterproductive. Even though she's crippled now, I don't care about that risk.
You know the answer in your heart.
"Anyone who truly wants to stand up for me wouldn't leave you alive, lest it cause future trouble. The person who crippled you probably knows your personality; they made you uncomfortable first and then calculated that you would come looking for trouble with me." As he continued, a general direction had already formed in his mind.
"However..." she suddenly smiled sweetly, "it has made me see some things more clearly and understand many things better."
Her eyes were strange, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew she wouldn't say anything nice if she opened her mouth again.
"A face like an immortal, yet hands stained with blood; a heart as cold as stone, as venomous as a snake. Aren't you afraid to be with someone like that?"
“I’m afraid he won’t make things easy for me. You’ve all seen what happened to me after I ran away from him. Now that everything is out in the open, why should I make myself suffer any more?”
Whatever happens, as long as I don't cross his bottom line, he will never target me.