Chapter 40: The True and False Heiress 40

What would make you happy?

Mu Jinnian was taken aback. It seemed he had never really pondered this question before. It had also been a long time since he had truly felt happy. He parted his lips, wanting to reply that he would be happy if Huai Ying were happy. But to his surprise, the next moment, Huai Ying did something that left him stunned. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"This..." Mu Jinnian stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at the person before him.

"Haha... alright, what company is it?" Seeing how serious He Ting looked, and considering she had helped him several times before, Lin Feng agreed. After all, it was just sneaking into a company to take a look.

As Qin Yang spoke, he brought out a pill as green as jade. This pill was one of the standard healing remedies Qin Yang had prepared: a Heaven-Spirit Grade Righteousness Pill. It was exceptionally effective for injuries caused by evil energy.

"Big brother, what is going on here?" Deng Yuangong asked, unable to stop himself as he looked at Luo Qingpeng. At the sound of his voice, everyone turned their gazes to Luo Qingpeng, believing that he was the only one who might know the reason.

Since she had recovered from a severe illness at the age of three, she had focused her energy on only three things: first, making money; second, buying people; and third, enjoying herself. Making money was entirely in service of her enjoyment and her acquisitions, so once she realized her subordinates were capable of generating wealth, she shifted her focus toward pleasure and expanding her household.

It was deep winter now; the cold wind howled and snowflakes danced in the air. There were very few travelers on Pink Cloud Ridge, save for their group, which consisted of two carriages accompanied by guards like Bai A-Shi and Bai Shisan.

This feeling was deeply conflicting. He thought it was even more complicated than trying to remain a gentleman while standing before Ren Yao in the nude.

"Sigh, I don't know why you two ended up like this." Mother Xie truly didn't know what to say. She could only agree to Lin Feng's request, shaking her head and sighing.

Young Master Zhou brought this portrait to a gathering of his friends, opening the eyes of the noble young men of the capital who had never had the chance to see Bai Fuling in person. Her reputation for beauty soared to even greater heights.

By this time, those in the know had already guessed what exactly was being studied inside this mysterious military research base in District M23.

Facing the joint attack of two invincible martial artists, Old Man Wu dared not be arrogant. He pushed his True Martial-grade inner energy to its limit. Blinding white light erupted, and it seemed as if raging flames were burning around his body.

Zhu Youjian had not informed any court officials regarding the ennoblement of Yang Fan. He would simply issue the order during tomorrow's morning court session. This was a notification, not a negotiation.

"But I am about to die, so possessing such immense power is of no use now," I said with a bitter smile.

Love nowadays is not about flowery words like "eternal devotion" or "until the seas dry and the rocks crumble," nor is it about being a slave to materialism with endless wealth. It is simply this: if you remain strong, I will accompany you through the highs and lows; if you falter, I will stay home and keep to myself.

Escorted by hundreds of Jinyiwei guards, the carriages traveled along the ancient road. Aside from the three in Yang Fan's carriage, there was now an extra passenger: the old Taoist priest, Bu, sitting directly across from them. With Liu Hui and Zhang Yao already in Shanxi, Yang Fan felt the net was cast wide enough—it was time to draw it in and return to the capital. He hadn't expected the old priest to follow them into the carriage.

However, he had thought things were too simple. The rapid-acting incendiary agent packed inside the warhead ignited the instant the bullet was split, triggered by the violent friction between the blade and the metal edges. Two sudden, scorching fireballs erupted before him, blackening half of the old monk's head.

"Why? It was agreed that I would marry the head of the Ashina clan to end the long-standing feud between the Ashina and Satake families." Tomosada intended to return to Kanto later on. Since the Satake family would eventually be relocated, he thought it better not to have any ties to them.